"But it's much more expensive than your house, and it's hard to live in if you have money." Hayden attacked him. "I heard that Revlon's boss wanted to move into this community and was rejected by the council."
"Nonsense?"
"Really... well, I heard."
Hayden rang the doorbell, and a Hispanic maid opened the garden door and asked with a professional smile: "Is it Mr. Hayden? And Mr. Song?"
After getting an affirmative answer, the two were introduced into the villa, through the small and exquisite garden, and along the stone path, the two entered the villa.
The furnishings in the homes of the veteran class can feel very low-key at first, but the details reveal a luxury filtered by time. All furnishings and objects can hardly see traces of modern industry. Song Ya only recognizes The light is Tiffany's. No other brand can be recognized. Maybe there is no brand at all.
He Hayden was led to sit down in the reception room on the first floor. Behind it was a row of bookcases that reached the roof, which looked like antique books.
"Mr. Song? Congratulations on reaching the top of the Billboard Singles Chart..."
An old white lady with extraordinary temperament appeared in front of the two of them. Her skirt was the style that Jacqueline (Mrs. Kennedy) often wears. She proactively stretched out her hand, "I didn't expect you to be in New York, black tea?"
"Okay." The two stood up and shook hands with her again.
She sat diagonally across from the two of them gracefully, chatting casually about the weather, and waiting for the maid to bring up the black tea before she started talking about the business, "That's it, can you give up your bid for Amerika music?"
Song Ya didn't expect that the first sentence of the old lady came up so sharp, she almost spewed out a sip of tea in her mouth, "What?"
"I think Litman is a good candidate to take over. His investment in paper media is very systematic, and the business philosophy is the same as mine. You know, Amerika Music has been losing money, and his financial resources can be very good. , And I don’t need to worry about a major change in the way of business. If no one bids...I don’t know why a hip-hop star would notice such a niche magazine."
"Mr. Aplus likes this magazine very much." Hayden was also surprised, and he intervened and asked, "Does abc know about this? Would you let us give up the bid to harm the interests of abc?"
"Abc..."
Ms. Fleming smiled, and slowly put the bone china teacup in her hand back on the coffee table, “This kind of company with a value of tens of billions of dollars is as complicated as a country. It is not necessarily based on operating interests. As a priority, I have been the editor-in-chief of this magazine for more than 20 years, and ABC must also consider my opinion."
"Uh, Ms. Fleming, we haven't made an offer to abc. I wanted to wait for Litman's offer before..." Song Ya said.
"This magazine is not for you. I know that you young people must plan to follow the trend and add content that the general public likes in the magazine to increase sales, but our magazine's customer groups don't like this change. Although they are not many... and even the general public ~www.mtlnovel.com~ they don't necessarily like this magazine to change."
The old lady has a clear mind. "This magazine is like an opera, like a museum, like some useless but artistic sculptures in the city. People never go to the opera or enter the museum, and they don’t even bother to look up when they pass by. Tall sculptures, but as long as these things are there, everyone will feel at ease, because they live in a very tasteful city."
"Uh……"
Song Ya was a little dizzy by a long series of talks, "Ms. Fleming, I am a very tasteful songwriter, while Litman is a thorough businessman. He has much more financial resources than me, even if I give up bidding. How much money can he save? If he is really determined to get it."
"You will definitely make the magazine change, and he won't." Ms. Fleming replied, looking at each other.
"Then what can we get? We can't do it in vain."
After working together for so long, Hayden also knew what Song Ya was thinking now, so he simply asked Song Ya what he wanted to ask.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 136: Upper society
"Does this old woman live in the nineteenth century!?"
The exchange between the two parties broke up, and Song Ya angrily slammed the door and got into the car, "Who does she think she is, Queen of England? What kind of high society? Why doesn't he just buy the magazine and play it for himself, I think she buys it completely. Affordable."
Hayden just tried to listen to the other party’s conditions, but the old woman's words made Song Ya angry. She said that this magazine is equivalent to the pass of the'high society', and Litman has long been qualified, but now he is just paying for it. The price of buying tickets for sex, and Song Ya’s bidding will make this tacit and elegant social activity like a noble award full of copper.
She persuaded Song Ya to retire in case of difficulty, and would not give anything good!
"What about the good manners of the old money? That old woman can't even speak tactfully!" Song Ya cursed.
"There is no need to be euphemistic when there are no others present."
Hayden started the car, "Maybe we really want to make things simple, or should we ask someone from the ‘upper society’ first?"
"Who?"
"Uh... Is Motula counted?"
"Don't, Mariah Carey is crying, he must have no intention of answering my stupid question now."
Song Ya flipped through the address book, found the biggest Quincy Jones phone, and called.
"Hahaha..."
Quincy Jones laughed at his description, "You want to buy American Music Magazine? Why are you so moved?"
"I didn't really want to buy it, so I asked for the price after hearing the news! That's it!" Song Ya said helplessly.
"The readers of that magazine are all...let's call them the upper class. They will definitely subscribe, but they will not necessarily read it. It is absolutely unimaginable for a 16-year-old black hip-hop singer to own the magazine. Ms. Fleming is right, Litman is qualified to buy it, you don’t, if you force a bid, it will only make Litman a little bit more blood and make the scene ugly. For you, you will definitely lose. Offended the tycoons like Litman and offended the readers behind the magazine. Many of them are well-known writers, artists, music critics, film critics and the self-proclaimed old money class. They are also Grammys. , Oscars, Emmy Awards, Tony Award judges..."
Quincy Jones said: "Even if you get your hands, do you have that kind of restraint like Ms. Fleming's for more than two decades to remain relatively objective and not influence the readers behind the magazine? You know they have a lot of energy... "
"Yeah, they are all upper-class society, and in the end they can't even support a niche magazine." Song Ya said quietly.
"Hahaha..."
Quincy Jones laughed wildly. "That's two different things, kid, you will understand later."
"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, I just said something wrong, I was furious." Song Ya gradually calmed down.
"It's okay. There is a long way to go to improve our status. Many black artists have suffered similar anger, so we have a soul train art award. We have the final say. The white people play while playing, haha..." Quincy Jones laughed: " But it’s a bit too much for Ms. Fleming to talk to you like that. You have to tell her something good."
"She said it's no good..."
"Bullshxt! No such thing, when did the rapper become a good boy? Have you published six of your works?"
"Uh... I count, there are exactly six songs from second-hand shop, to De Klerk, ifeeliting, rememberthename, empirestateofmind, and feelitstill, and there will be a "trumpet" soon."
"That's enough. Let Ms. Fleming help you get the membership of the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences (naras). She can do it. After joining naras, you will also be a judge of the Grammy Awards, just like us." Kun West Jones said: "Is she really not afraid of you bidding? Otherwise, why would she be so anxious to find you."