Because Jazzy is very critical of the ability of the distribution company Disney, and last year his brothers and Damon Dash worked hard to make trouble for themselves, Song Ya intends to take the opportunity of this song to comfort him a little.
"Oh."
Beyoncé looked at the man carefully, she was much thinner than before, her chin became sharp, and she lost the gangsteriness of a muscular man. Now she is weaker, but she always exudes a powerful aura of incomparable confidence. She treats herself very politely, but Just stop polite.
Ok? She and Shakira, who was playing with her finger on the man's cheek, looked at each other, buried the love thread deeply, and looked away.
"Ali..." Emily didn't care, and leaned forward to fight for it like a baby.
"Don't make trouble."
At this time, the phone on the desk rang, Song Ya picked it up, "Hello...oh, it's OK, what? Haha! YES!"
He clenched his fists with both hands and celebrated happily, "M-FXXK!" He exploded and threw several large legal books on the boss's desk into the sky.
"Passed the LSAT?" Linda asked.
"Yes! Linda! As soon as the grades came out, I can go to law school next year haha!" Song Ya kissed Shakira in excitement.
"The University of Chicago Law School?"
"It should be no problem, I got 170 points!"
"Oh! We are proud of you APLUS..." Linda burst into tears for him, rushed to kiss him.
"Wow……"
Matthew Norris was all dull, watching Song Ya whisper to himself, "Wow!" He kept repeating interjections.
"What level is the University of Chicago Law School? Daddy."
Beyonce didn't understand this, so she asked her father in a low voice.
"Top 10 in all meters, even TOP 5..." As a former Xerox engineer, Matthew Norris naturally possesses this knowledge. "Uh, congratulations, Mr. APLUS." He recovered and immediately reached out to congratulate him.
"Thank you."
Song Ya was in a good mood, "Let's do it, I will be responsible for the trumpet part of this song, and I will take the time to record the soundtrack for you. The trumpet is my profession, ha ha."
"That's great!"
The girls cheered and were emotionally infected. They hugged each other happily and bounced around.
There was joy in the president's office.
"But you have to instruct them on how to deal with the details of singing this worthit."
Matthew Norris finally waited for the opportunity and asked.
"Let's talk about it later, I'm too busy now. Uh..."
Song Ya felt that Shakira was already writhing in her arms infatuated, "That's it?" I want to send them all away first~www.mtlnovel.com~ Oh, yes. "
Matthew Norris had to rush the group of five out, "Shall we contact you next time?"
"Well, you contact Linda and she will coordinate the time."
Song Ya raised her hand to give away, "Bye, little Beyoncé...Emily, try harder when you rehearse! Don't be lazy!"
He pouted Emily and opened the door first, but by a coincidence, he bumped his head into the arms of the tall bodyguard.
"Mr. APLUS."
The South African bodyguard came in with his mobile phone and reported respectfully: "Mr. Mandela wants to talk to you."
Mandela... Matthew Norris and Beyoncé slowed down after hearing this.
"Now?" Song Ya asked.
"Yes."
"Hey, Mr. Mandela, how are you doing lately?" Song Ya talked with her mobile phone, "Yes, I'm past this month, uh...there are people from the All-Mi Colored People Association and Jie West Jackson, Claire, the wife of the Donkey Party whip, Michelle in Chicago...Do you remember her right?"
"Yes, I will visit China next year, uh, with the governor of Illinois, yes, his wife has other...probably Boeing, Caterpillar, M Kee, Motorola, John Deere, Sears department store executives ? And several California business leaders..."
"Haha, yes, I know you will establish diplomatic relations at the end of this month."
Beyoncé turned her head three times, half knowing how to listen to him talking to the person on the other end of the phone, and finally returned her phone to the South African bodyguard.
All the group went out, and the South African bodyguards carefully closed the door. The last picture Beyoncé saw was the Latin girl in APLUS's arms sitting on top of him, and the two crazily entangled together.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 1137: ?The Emperor's Psychology
"Doot, doot, doot..."
In the deep sea recording studio, when the Latin musicians played the trombone, Song Ya felt energetic. It was indeed faster and more passionate than the black musicians. He had a brilliant sense of military music and the same strong Latin style. The tambourine tastes right.
"..."
Leaning on the high chair, he silently tapped and cut in.
"Very good, keep the passion APLUS, it is still a Spanish accent problem, the syllable connection needs to be faster."
After that, the lyrics and producer Gomez began to make minor adjustments, and other composers and arrangements were also present. They had already coordinated with fellow Ricky Martin before recording this song, and Song Ya intervened midway through. , Grabbed the high price.
This kind of action is to be pricked in the back by the Latin compatriots. If it weren’t for their reputation in Latin America far surpassing Ricky Martin, and the money was enough, Estefan’s Latin gang boss had a lot of face and changed anything. A native American singer, there is no way to change their minds.
So everyone has the pressure to succeed but not fail. The working atmosphere in the studio is very tense. "I will add some background sounds from the football match and referee whistle in later." Arranger Desmond added.
"no problem."
Song Ya is kind and good.
At this time, the iconic long chin of Hollywood Pictures President Linton appeared behind the studio glass, and he kept waving at himself.
"Sorry, wait for me."
Song Ya asked Gomez to adjust the chorus singer first, and he opened the door with the rod of civilization and went out to hug Linton, "Why are you here?"
"Can't friends visit each other? You seem to be in a good state, the song is good, and the Latin music is ah?" Linton was extremely enthusiastic, "hasn't my legs been neat?"
"Quickly, I can already jog with the help of a fitness coach... or walking slowly is more appropriate." Song Ya replied.
"Talk alone?"
"Well, come with me."
Song Ya took him to the president's office, "If you are here for the Wolf of Wall Street project, I want to say that everything is still early, and the Jordan Belfort book in prison has not been written out! You know, those Wall Street crooks opened their mouths and lied. Their abilities are first-rate, it won’t work if they write something that can be read."
Linton has troubled Yeremov for a long time, just to continue working on the Wolf of Wall Street project.
"Ha, I'm not in a hurry for APLUS now, Hollywood Pictures will have nothing to do with me right away." Linton laughed while admiring the personal honor corner of the office owner Linda.
"Why... why?" Song Ya was stunned, "what do you mean?"
"Don't be afraid of your jokes, Hollywood Pictures has lost too much this year... It will be too late until the Q4 (fourth quarter) financial report comes out." Linton replied.
"That's okay?" The feelings are not good...
Song Ya asked: "Will you not be held accountable when the financial report comes out? Where are you going?"
"At least be less stressed, Mr. Eisner will take care of me."
Linton replied: "I will be transferred to be the president of Disney Copyright, and I will take office on January 1st next year."
Worthy of being a direct line of the Disney Emperor. In 1997, if you made one film and lost one, Hollywood Pictures lost hundreds of millions of dollars, right? Can this also run away? No, it's not right, "Wait, wait, Disney Copyright... Are you promoted?"