"Hello, Rashida, Quincy, Ms. Kinsky." Song Ya shook his head to shake off some memories, and socialized with the three.
"It's so beautiful. For decades, I have witnessed the decline of this place day by day. Thanks to Mr. Bronfman, his generosity paved the way for this sacred music hall of Chicago to spend the next century."
Quincy Jones still hates it, deliberately sings praises to the young Bronfman in front of him, and always relies on the old to sell the old, "APLUS, will you give performances to the big boss when you wait for the banquet?"
"I haven't heard of this arrangement."
Song Ya didn't give him a good face either.
Rashida still kept her eyes on her infatuated as soon as they met, and if she didn’t see Shakira next to her, Natasha Kinsky smiled crookedly, her gaze seemed implicit. It has a different meaning.
Shakira was still jerky in dealing with such scenes, so she stood beside her and smiled quietly.
"Ha! The governor's wife is here."
Quincy Jones sneered, and turned to greet Alicia who had just walked in the door. She was holding the two children and didn't dress up very much. She was still wearing professional suits for work.
"Mr. Jones, are these your two daughters?" Alicia admitted that she was wrong, and Natasha Kinsky laughed with joy.
"APLUS, Sloan...Hi, Shakira."
Yesterday I went to her law firm with Sloan to talk about things. The three of them were very tacitly pretending to be polite in front of outsiders, as usual, "I just met Mr. Barenboi, and he is looking for you." Alicia Say.
"Oh? I'm sorry, I'll be out of company."
So many familiar women talked face to face, and Song Ya was under pressure and just took the opportunity to leave alone.
It just so happened that when I went to Barenboi, the young Bronfman and his party came in mightily and ran into each other face to face. No matter how much he hated the rich three generations, Song Ya still politely treated him and the universal music around him. President Doug Morris and David Geffen squeezed out a smile and offered to extend their hands.
"Ha, APLUS, you too."
There is really nothing to say about the demeanor of the rich three generations. The little Bronfman greeted him naturally.
"Hello, Mr. Bronfman..."
The two shook hands.
"Mr Morris, Mr. Geffen."
David Geffin should not want to talk to himself on this occasion, and shake hands normally.
"Thank you, thank you, I only did what I was supposed to do, thank you... Mayor Daley, long time no see."
Other people in the hall began to applaud when they saw Little Bronfman, falling from nothing to getting more and more tidy and loud. He humbly thanked him again and again, and then brushed past Song Ya Songya to greet little Daly and others. Up.
Calculating the mechanical errands like running accounts, Song Ya found Barenboi and just chatted, "Then the ribbon-cutting ceremony will begin." The symphony center manager announced at the time.
"Don't go later, I have something to talk to you." Barenboi hurriedly dropped a word and walked out with the crowd.
"Uh, I..."
Song Ya didn't have time to dodge, so she had to find Shakira and also followed out.
Although I also donated some money, in front of the little Bronfman’s 50 million dollars, today is destined to be a small supporting role. Because the gate is too close to the roadside, police officers outside have temporarily prevented vehicles from passing through. The red ribbon was pulled up horizontally, and the reporters’ guns and guns were in place.
"The Symphony Center is Chicago's pride..."
Little Daly took out the manuscript and gave a speech. He was in the middle with Alicia and the Bronfman brothers and sisters. When David Geffen, Barenboi and others stared at him, Song Ya picked a nearly ribbon end. The position, pulling Shakira to stand still.
"Below are our generous donors, the Bronfman family!"
Little Daly quickly announced, applause, Song Ya and others also followed.
"Thank you, music, is my eternal hobby..."
Young Bronfman started an impromptu speech, which should have been shortened due to security issues. "The Symphony Center is the base of the Chicago Orchestra and the Chicago Civic Orchestra. I love it deeply and I am honored to contribute to this century-old building..."
He finished speaking quickly, and then, together with his two younger sisters, little Daly and the symphony center manager, picked up the scissors on the tray and cut the ribbon in front of them.
Song Ya kept smiling in front of the camera, and followed the crowd with continued warm applause. Rashida left her father's side at some unknown time, got to the other side of her and stood, greeted the camera and discharged.
Little Daly pointed to the back door again, and everyone turned around and looked up. The upper ribbon fell down in time, revealing a row of golden letters of the "Bronfman Symphony Center".
Song Ya began to quietly take sour water again, but the palm was still bulging.
It’s torture. It’s even more uncomfortable to think of Littman’s market value. If it weren’t for Chicago’s classical music industry and Barenboi, there would be no good reason to dodge it in Chicago. He would definitely not be on this foreseeable embarrassing occasion. Will come, the relationship broke.
Finally, the simple and solemn ceremony is over. Below should be the time for the symphony center manager to guide everyone to visit. He was too lazy to go in and flatter with everyone. Barenboi didn’t care about what business matters he wanted to talk about, and pulled Shakira out of the army. I went to the new backstage rehearsal room of the Symphony Center for a quick circle, and then came out to find Hayden Linda and the others, and prepared to let them stay to help explain and communicate on behalf of Shakira.
"The Seagram Universal Group is doing its best to fight against piracy, especially Internet piracy. This is related to the interests of everyone present, we musicians..."
Unexpectedly, the young Bronfman was giving a speech. Hearing this sentence, he would have to run away. And when the rich three generations said this, their eyes floated. Song Ya was afraid that he could not help refuting on the spot. It's an occasion where musicians participate, and it's too dumbfounding to quarrel with the biggest sponsor.
Withdraw quietly behind the crowd, through the newly built internal passage, sneak into the Chebingol building next door, and then leave in a low-key manner.
"Really M-FXXK is boring."
Sure enough, go and return quickly. Even the ashes on the girdle fell down. Song Ya tore it off. He was so dying and saw the rich three generations appear on TV, but it was not the news of cutting the ribbon for the naming symphony center, not so fast. .
'Sigram Universal Group sold its science fiction channel, Latin TV network and other former Universal and PolyGram TV stations, as well as Beimi TV production and distribution resources, and some film distribution resources to IAC Group. The transaction amount is approximately 2.6 billion. Knife, Barry Diller and Jr. Bronfman, the chairman of the board of directors of the two companies, have been friends for many years...Both sides praised this deal that they needed. ’
It should be just yesterday that the little Bronfman had a big sale again. It seems that the business is doing well. Song Ya doesn’t know the specifics, but the financial media is unanimously optimistic. It’s better than the last time the little Bronfman was sold to Barry Dillem TV. It's much better to talk coldly on the Internet.
"M-FXXK..."
Originally, I just got some news that Seagram Global was experiencing tight cash flow after completing the acquisition of PolyGram, but now that the 2.6 billion is in place, it must be completely fine.
"The capital is really strong, just take out something to sell for 2.6 billion..."
Originally, it was rumored that only the distribution department of Polaroid Pictures Beimi was sold for more than 100 million. Now that it has lost key resources such as channels after the sale of the Global Television Network, the remaining TV departments that have become a tasteless sum total 2.6 billion. deficit.