David Geffen didn't have much to talk about, he also flew from the United States soon, and the journey was exhausted.
The three of them fell silent for a while. The ex-wife didn't know how much she had drunk before she came, and blushed, "Drink less."
"You can control it!"
"He is free, come with me!" Sandy Glen opened the door to report.
"Yeah." David Geffen got up and walked out, followed by his ex-wife in high heels.
"Mimi, you don't need..."
"Busy me?"
Song Ya had nothing to do with her. He habitually stretched out his hand to pull the cloth on her chest to make it more decent. In exchange for a violent pounding, the back sounded.
"David, APLUS! Ha, Ms. Kelly! Welcome!"
Little Bronfman was chatting with two handsome old white men. He became even more drunk, and he yelled loudly when he saw a group of people lifting their glasses.
"Just call me Mimi." The ex-wife immediately turned into a socialite, and took the initiative to hold the rich three generations and clink glasses with him.
"Will you leave Sony Columbia Records next year?" Little Bronfman asked usefully.
"If you have this idea, will you take me in?" Mariah Carey squeezed Jiao Di Di's throat while looking provocatively here.
"Hahaha, of course, we need DIVA globally..." Little Bronfman laughed, "I will give you a very good price."
Hearing Song Ya's eyelids twitch when he saw this scene, he put his left hand into his pants pocket and stood still on the spot.
Sandy Glenn knew the couple too well, and he didn't feel good about it, so she quietly walked around behind them to pull Mariah Carey, and she shook her shoulders concealedly.
"APLUS has something to say." David Geffen felt it.
"Oh?"
Little Bronfman narrowed his drunken eyes and looked at himself.
"Uh, Mr. Bronfman, I sincerely apologize to you."
The two old white men stood by with a smile and didn’t mean to leave. Song Ya bit his head and said, “I realized that my behavior was very inappropriate, but that was because I was eager to restore my business. You should know that I brought back Amerika music. The whole process of the website is very difficult..."
"Emmm..." Little Bronfman was temporarily satisfied, and he brought the wine glass to his lips.
"Forgive him, for my sake, okay?" The ex-wife also helped beat the drum.
Song Ya gritted her teeth secretly and twitched the corners of her mouth.
"I have no problem here?"
Little Bronfman's arm was swayed by her, and he became more triumphant through his drunkenness, "How do you want me to help you? APLUS."
"It's the same thing. The suspension of the ban before Littman Media's IPO." Song Ya said bluntly.
"Six shots for five months..." Sandy Glen floated behind him again like a ghost, whispering reminders in his ear.
Song Ya ignored him and met the gaze of Little Bronfman.
"That's RIAA's job." This attitude couldn't move the little Bronfman, he shied away from it in an official way.
"Mr. Bronfman, that ban is not good for everyone, isn't it?" Song Ya took a glass of champagne from the passing waiter's plate. "This is not a normal way of doing business. The ban involves more than Amerika music. Websites, as well as Internet giants such as YAHOO, AOL, etc. The battlefield should be the Digital Millennium Act, as long as the bill is passed..."
"Six shots and five months..."
He turned a deaf ear to Sandy Glen’s reminder, and continued to speak fluently: “When the bill is passed, it will naturally have relevant and specific regulations on the original gray area of the law. Now this innocent advertising ban is only against Lit Man Media’s IPO has almost no positive effect. The stock prices of Internet giants will suffer some short-term fluctuations, but the capital market is still waiting for the specific provisions of the bill to evaluate the future of the Internet..."
"Six guns and five months... forget it." Sandy Glenn saw the increasingly ugly expressions of Bronfman and David Geffen, helplessly giving up.
"Very good, very good, your business acumen is very good, APLUS."
Little Bronfman made two false slaps, then turned his head and asked the two old men who were talking before, "Where did we talk?"
Song Ya didn't bother to give him face anymore, so he squeezed his ex-wife's arm and left without saying a word.
"Oh! You hurt me!"
Mariah Carey protested after being pulled away from the young Bronfman, "Are you a scumbag?"
"You disappoint me APLUS." David Geffen came over and said.
"I was not told in advance that I needed a woman to help this kind of favor." Song Ya's hands were like iron tongs to prevent Mariah Carey from breaking free, and she was also concerned about not moving too much on occasion.
"What a naive macho."
David Geffin didn't want to worry about it, "Forget it, just be happy, Sandy, let's go."
"open!"
Song Ya couldn't take care of the two who left, and returned to the small hall to let go of his ex-wife.
"I just want to help!" There was no one next to her, and she yelled with anger, "The last time I was like Mr. Buffett, you didn't have any objection?!"
"That's different! Mimi, you are always like this, and you always have the ability to screw things up!" Song Ya quarreled with her.
"Ha, I messed up, don't forget who transferred you from Chicago to Hopkins, you might still be dizzy without me!"
She fought back while checking the pinched arm.
"I thank you very much, but this time is different from Mimi, the little Bronfman is not Buffett, this is not a nature!"
"why?"
"Because...because I saw you being so angry with him!"
Song Ya drank the wine in the cup, "Damn it, I can't bear it, I feel like vomiting when I see that son's face now, you are still complaining to him in front of me!"
"Leave me alone!"
Suddenly they stopped talking, and the small hall suddenly became quiet.
Nalitman Media...
"Huh..." Song Ya calmed down and sat down, supporting her knees with her elbows, stroking her hair.
"Forget it, it's not good for me, sorry."
Mariah Carey was in a cold war for a while, watching him come to apologize again, and ran to get the wine after not getting the answer, and poured the little ex-husband’s empty glass.
"I told you to drink less!"
Song Ya pushed aside the wine bottle in her hand, "As if this is not a word of concern!"
‘Oh! ’The wine bottle slammed on the thick fine carpet and made a muffled noise.
Mariah Carey sniffed her nose, tears streaming down her eyes, "I just want to help..." she cried aggrievedly while standing still, "I didn't know why I would help you, scumbag, and new girlfriend when I came so far. Show affection everywhere, people are laughing at me, and the theme song of Big Ship..."
"Also mention this, it's not that I didn't create opportunities for you! It's you..."
"Don't always yell at me. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"
"Do you know how much the boy brother will lose if I haven't figured out today!?"
"Aung Aung Aung... You made me cry again. No one has treated me like this in my life, and I have treated him so well."
She broke down and cried.
"Because you are my hit nemesis, Mimi."
"Aung Aung Aung!"
"Cry a fart, you can hear it outside!" Song Ya dragged her into his arms and gagged directly.
She immediately embraced the man's neck and responded enthusiastically, as if nothing happened just now.
After a long time, Song Ya still had his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the small hall with his neckline open.
The ex-wife pouted her mouth, but followed obediently, and she flicked her hair left and right.
"APLUS, you choose it yourself."
Unfortunately, this time I met Little Bronfman head-on.
On the contrary, Song Ya was relaxed, and walked up to him, with his mouth close to his ears, lowered his voice, "Go back and eat yourself!"
(End of this chapter)
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