"Racial discrimination was lifted in the 1960s. It was only 30 years since the present, and all the states of the US were completely legalized. Only 20 years ago, Freden! We African Americans should cherish the most, because we were slaves. !"
Some black musicians booed and applauded.
Little Bronfman glared at him one by one.
Song Ya strained his neck, and kept the popping sound emotionally. "Mr. Bronfman mentioned just now that OSP should be responsible for network infringements. Then I would like to ask, we... uh, they, how do you protect the freedom of the Constitution? One amendment!? How is the OSP responsible? Forbid people to speak before the user speaks? Isn’t this a paradox? If the user does not infringe, you cannot deprive Freden of his remarks, and wait until he publishes the infringing content. The website or OSP is all responsible for this? Is this reasonable?"
He questioned the young Bronfman, but the other party did not respond. It was very good. He began to repeat his teacher Jim Clark: "OSP...It is only equivalent to a highway company. For speeding on the highway and violating traffic rules, the highway company will also be sent to the defendant. Is it? It's ridiculous!"
The little Bronfman was extremely embarrassed. He had never been so angry in his entire life. He just gave up his seat but did not step down. It is even more inappropriate to stand not far away and go down now, as if he was publicly executed.
"look at this……"
Eli, the chief of staff of the governor’s office, quietly walked to the lord’s side and handed him a copy of the latest Fujibee magazine. On the new 1998 list of the world’s richest people, APLUS seems to have ranked in the 100th with a net worth of 3.1 billion. Eleventh, only ten places behind the little Bronfman, who is only 3.4 billion.
Peter smiled and handed the magazine to his wife who came over to look at him. "Wow..." Alicia's eyes immediately sparkled, "It's incredible."
"Shhh." Peter stopped her from speaking too loudly.
"Ah!?"
Alicia soon seemed to be upset about why she looked at Song Ya who was giving a generous speech, "huh..."
Peter was surprised by her reaction.
"Does the highway company have a way to control the goods carried by the vehicles on the road? No! Does the OSP have the ability to control the endless information on the Internet? The same can't!"
Song Ya waved his hand violently, "So the accountability of copyright infringement will not punish and deter infringers. It will only force OSP to use high economic costs to monitor and intervene in user behavior. This is obviously uneconomical and uneconomical. Unreasonable ones will inevitably hinder the healthy development of online platforms!"
Although I don't understand it well, Quincy Jones really took it this time. The five-body took it to the ground. The owner of the world's largest record company who was trained like a pupil next to Song Ya is enough to prove it.
He was worried about his daughter. Sure enough, Rashida was standing there already with tears in his eyes, pinched his hands in his heart, and his cheeks flushed.
"Ugh!"
He aimed at the three daughters of Xue Linfen, all of them, each one is more prettier than his own baby girl, how good is this... I can't compete...
Ok? Why is the lover Natasha Kinsky next to him like this?
"I know that all the musicians here are musicians, and I know that I am one of them, but the whole thing is like this, as Dr. King said: In the end, what we remember is not the enemy’s attack, but My friend’s silence. Internet infringement is wrong. My position is this. There is nothing else to say, but this is not a weapon to suppress innovation, a spear to cast on friends..."
There was nothing to repeat Song Ya and began to play on her own: "I respect you Mr. Bronfman very much. I am an artist under your banner. I don't know if you consider me a friend in your heart..."
"WTF?"
The Fujiby magazine was taken from Alicia by Sloan and passed on to others on purpose. David Geffin immediately raised his forehead in pain when he saw it. I didn't lick anything after so hard! Your kid now... only three billion...?
It was a massacre. Doug Morris next to him glanced at the article in the magazine~www.mtlnovel.com~ and then looked at the little Bronfman who was still frozen in place and did not say a word from his mouth. He couldn't bear to read it. Yes, not all people in this hall are from Universal. The Chicago Symphony Orchestra’s record release contract is signed by BMG’s RCA, Quincy Jones and Warner and BMG’s JIVE records are closely related...
It's all watching a joke.
He thought about it, now he can only go to Barenboi.
"My philosophy teacher, Martha Nussbaum, said..." Song Ya continued to cite scriptures when talking about rise.
"Cough!" Barenboi coughed, glaring at him after attracting his gaze.
"Well, I'm done."
I'm still thinking about it, forget it, according to the rap rules, I also fouled over time, "A little personal opinion, Mr. Bronfman."
Before he walked off the'stage', he said to the rich three generations who were confused by Battle in rap jargon.
Sloan clapped clapping, and then sporadic applause broke out in the hall. After all, except for the forest and friends, most of the people present were rational people.
Oops, it's not good. With so many watery eyes, who will stand next to after going down?
Forget it, let's go back to Lord Governor.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 1225: IKnowIt
"Erica, the name of our website is too long to remember. Do you think the lost users will come back in the future? No, as, in the current explosion of various websites, they choose a lot of them and leave them I'm gone and won't come back..."
In the early hours of the morning, the a+ record headquarters party was in high gear. Song Ya was trapped in the soft sofa. He had already drunk the fragments. After the excitement, people collapsed and wilted. Strong music, loud shouts of men and women, booing, tobacco, alcohol, perfume, sweat, etc...
At the same time, I have to deal with the nagging Litman who got closer, "Speaking of which I used to dislike domain names such as yahoo, it is inexplicable, but now I think about it, it is not unreasonable that they have succeeded in the end..." !'Impressed! After watching its advertisements several times, the sound was like being engraved in my head, and I quickly remembered it. The American music website is much worse, even worse than the all-music allic... "
"Well, it's like this..."
He answered casually, using the chatter of the former billionaire as the background sound, and his brain desperately recalled.
What is still clear is the little Bronfman’s blue and white face, as well as the beautiful faces of Xuelinfen, Sloan, Milla, Halle, etc. smiling at his gaze, and of course Alicia, at that time, When Shi Shiran walked to her and Peter, the governor's wife winked playfully at herself, and quietly gave a thumbs up.
"Uh, would Governor Flock say something for us!?"
Then there was a loud interruption by the symphony center manager, trying to relieve the embarrassment of the rich three generations. Peter raised his hand and politely shied twice, and he took the stage to give a speech amidst the applause of the crowd.
At that time...Doug Morris was still with David Geffen, and ran to the little Bronfman to whisper, report something, and help him to step down gracefully and bring him to a slightly outer circle.
Young Bronfman was naturally very angry. He kept whispering reprimands. When Peter made his innocuous remarks, several musicians he knew came up and whispered congratulations in his ears, like Fujibe’s Has the rich list come out? The news spread quickly among the crowd. From time to time, someone nodded and raised their glasses to him. There were all kinds of emotions and various meanings, which was very complicated.