Song Ya and the other guests also followed the sound. It turned out that Daniel and others found here. He and Yeremov, the senior executives of Touchstone Films, and the original author of Lengshan, Charles Fraser, were even more eye-catching. Yingyingyanyan, Xuelinfen, Halle Berry, Milla are here, and the double actress Judy Foster?
The group of people seemed to be immersed in the joy of winning Lengshan, talking and laughing. They were all big and small stars, especially the well-known Judy Foster. The group of younger and ignorant guests began to riot.
Well, the forest meeting... Song Ya touched her chin and covered her face.
Fortunately, Daniel and the others quickly read the air of dissatisfaction in the hall. They immediately stopped talking, bent down slightly, and shrank to the outer circle of the crowd in a low-key manner. They were not too busy to say hello for the time being.
"Ah, my family and I..."
Young Bronfman also recognized these people and continued to review the glorious family history: "My father, I am sorry that he did not come to Chicago today because of his illness. In the 1970s and 1980s, he fought hard with the authorities, and finally made it happen. A large number of oppressed Jews successfully immigrated to the United States, and some of them also went to Chicago..."
"Yay!"
Some people in the crowd responded, including David Geffen and other Jews applauded and toasted to him in reverence.
Song Ya could only applaud, as did Peter and others.
"Thank you, thank you..." Little Bronfman pressed his hands down and waited until the long applause ended. "I am a prodigal son." He pressed his chest and smiled: "I like the entertainment industry more than my grandfather and father. , I am also willing to invest in music..."
There was applause again.
"The Chicago Symphony Center is a theater with a very glorious history. It's an honor to help it move on nearly a hundred years later..."
In the long talk, Song Ya listened more and more impatiently, and slowly moved back silently, wanting to say hello to Daniel, Xue Linfen and the others to drive away again.
"Now, the recording industry has reached a very critical moment of life and death. More and more piracy, especially the emerging Internet piracy, has caused great harm to our business!"
Little Bronfman suddenly changed his tone and repeated the same old tune, "We have no retreat! This is not a threat! The Internet industry still wants to use the law to steal our music. We... everyone present here takes this to settle down. Career! I will never allow it! I feel that I must shoulder my responsibilities, the responsibilities of the Bronfman family and Seagram Universal!"
He called out loudly: "I reiterate my point of view, the so-called OSP, regardless of Internet access providers, online, content providers or individual users, should be responsible for infringement. There is now a view that OSP is only for information circulation. The role of "channels"... This is a seriously wrong sophistry! The Internet services provided by OSP are sufficient to facilitate infringers, greatly speed up the speed of copyright infringement and increase the degree of infringement. This is an indisputable fact. From the standpoint of our copyright owners From the above point of view, I know that many of the people present are copyright owners. Those who reproduce or distribute the content of our works on the Internet without our consent or authorization should bear direct infringement liability. OSP provides equipment and services for infringers to commit crimes. , And you can't stay out of it!"
"Especially the African-American musician, Quincy. I know that this industry has a large number of African-American artists. It is also the group that suffers the most from copyright infringement and is the least able to use legal weapons to protect itself, right?"
"Yay!"
Quincy Jones, who was pointed out by him, echoed loudly, applauded, and then looked back.
This **** old guy actually understood the overtones of the rich three generations, Song Ya silently remembered a stroke in his heart, moving faster, and quickly slipped to Xue Linfen.
"For example, here is a person who is calling the wind and rain in the Internet industry..."
Little Bronfman said as expected.
Song Ya thought that the rich three generations were suggesting that Littman Media CEO Sloan gave her helpless eyes at her looking back.
"APLUS!"
Unexpectedly, the little Bronfman would call the name directly, without giving any room, "Do you agree with what I just said? APLUS..."
Swipe...Everyone looked back for themselves, there was no count.
"Is the contradiction so serious?" Peter gave Little Bronfman a strange look and asked his wife in a low voice.
"Who knows... inexplicable." Alicia's unhappy answer was of course aimed at the rich three generations.
"Hey, this kid needs someone to treat it..." Quincy Jones said to Natasha Kinsky.
"It's not that serious, is it?" Natasha Kinsky was out of the picture.
Mila, Halle, and Xue Linfen were holding hands. The three of them were still whispering about Lengshan. They didn't notice what little Bronfman had said. They were surprised by the sudden rigidity and they were concerned. Look at the man.
Song Ya took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders.
"Or not?" Little Bronfman asked with a smile. In fact, he had been distracted to pay attention to Song Ya's movements while he was speaking. The man and woman who suddenly broke in and interrupted his speech were all friends of the other party. Daniel Glass, the former chairman of the Copyright Dispute Committee, came up angrily.
The guest next to him moved half of his body backward, forming a small circle around Song Ya.
Targeted by everyone.
Song Ya had to shook his head, curled his lips, and said nothing.
"Why don't you come up and talk to everyone! APLUS, come up and talk about your views! Come on! Comeon! You are not a shy person!?"
The rich three generations waved back and invited loudly.
"Today is your show, Mr. Bronfman. We are very grateful for everything you have done for the Symphony Center and Chicago Classical Music." Song Ya squeezed out a smile and waved his hand and replied.
"Hurry up! Let's talk frankly, there is time, come on!"
"I can..." Sloan said.
"No! APLUS, don't do this, don't let women be your shield!" Little Bronfman let go completely, sarcastically sarcasm.
David Geffen and Doug Morris were just afraid of being discovered by him with Song Ya, so they deliberately hid for a while, "Isn't it going to be a bad ending?" Doug Morris asked worriedly.
"It's already like this anyway."
David Gefenchao nailed Song Yanu's mouth in place, his chest rising and falling and trying his best to restrain Song Yanu's mouth. He understood Song Ya's temper.
"OK, OK..."
Song Ya laughed suddenly, "Then I will..."
"Yes! Come on, talk a little more!" Little Bronfman gave up his position.
"call!"
Song Ya walked over, and the two eyes flicked like they were shaking hands just now, "I'm just a boy from the slum area of Nancheng, although I do have a bit of immature opinion..."
"Don't worry, no one here will blame you for saying the wrong thing..."
"Freddon!"
Song Ya suddenly interrupted Fu Sandai with a stern shout, his face lifted instantly, lowered his eyebrows, glanced sternly, and then swept across the audience.
Everyone looked at themselves in astonishment, including the forest and friends. No one could have imagined that when he was just still soft, he would suddenly not give the super-rich, the big benefactor of the symphony center the face...
Young Bronfman was so angry that his face was red again, just like when he spent tens of billions of dollars to win Poly Gold and formed the world's number one recording empire.
Song Ya just scanned so slowly, until he met Barenboi, the pale-faced master, and then gave him an apologetic look, and said again, "So freedom? What about freedom?"
Why is freedom involved? Because he is already familiar with the gameplay of Oprah and Sutton, and what he fights is to stand on the moral high ground at the speed of light for the first time.