"Sorry haha, I'm having a party here."
Daniel seemed a little drunk, "Would you like to have a chat with the Mars in 30 Seconds? Leto! Shannon!"
"No no, I have something to look for you."
He knows that Daniel is recently touting Jared Leto, a star who plays rock and roll across borders. Shannon seems to be Jared's own brother, Shannon Leto, the band drummer.
"Okay, wait a minute... let's talk."
Daniel moved to a quiet place.
"Next year the Federal Trade Commission will have money for our case again." Although Daniel had sold himself as the chairman of the RIAA Copyright Dispute Committee, both of them were grasshoppers on the same rope in this case, and they could not run away.
"I know." Daniel said relaxedly.
"You know? What channel?" Faster than me? Where are your resources? He is strange.
"I just know it."
"Aren't you afraid that APLUS will betray you in order to retaliate against us?" He didn't expect Daniel to betray his secrets and provoke.
"On the contrary, he talked to me about this question, Doug, that kid has a bottom line in this regard, I was the great benefactor who took him out of the Chicago slums anyway..."
"Hehe, put the rest of your life on the bottom line of being a three billionaire? You know that a lot of that money is bloody."
"Don't provoke, useless Doug, I can be safer because of his protection~www.mtlnovel.com~ Don't say it, you also enjoy the benefits of my friendship with him." Daniel laughed, "No thanks."
"When did you talk about it?"
"It's been a while, before he sets off for a global tour?"
"You knew then that the Federal Trade Commission wanted..."
"It's not convenient to disclose."
"Idiot! The kind of case that may involve billions of fines, what right does APLUS have to know the news so early in advance and protect you? You are really fainted by getting into the candy jar of his Cold Mountain project! Asylum? How humble, you have been the six presidents anyway! Don't let your guard down!"
Doug Morris cursed angrily, put down the microphone, and continued the long test with a gloomy expression, until the office door was knocked, "Come in!"
"Mr. President, I have heard a rumor that the Federal Trade Commission...this time... it seems that several large Internet companies are pushing it behind it."
Reporting from the staff.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 1248: Ring in the dark
"No, no, Daniel, don't bring the Catherines from KM Pictures to Kiev. Just let them talk to Yeremov about the Blade Warrior project..."
"I know, I know you know we want to change the issuing company..."
"Doug Morris asked you about the monopoly case? OK..."
"No, no, I don't want to hear about the progress of the Cold Mountain project, I am very busy here."
Song Ya, who had already checked into a local hotel in Kiev, put away his cell phone and shook his head helplessly at Donovan beside him and smiled bitterly.
"Mr. Glass seems to be in a good mood?" Donovan also smiled.
"He is dependent on me."
Song Ya was half-truth and half-false. Daniel is too able to get into the camp, his mobility is MAX. There was just a bit of wind on the Hollywood side. He and Catherine and his wife took the head and extended their hands to the Blade Warrior project. He must decisively stop it, otherwise Yeremov will explode again. Angry.
"Hahaha!"
Donovan laughed and stretched out his hand to pull open the curtain, and made a "please" gesture to the balcony.
Rubbing his face, Song Ya grinned and walked over. When his figure appeared on the balcony, a huge cheer broke out under the hotel, ‘Ah! S! The crowded Ermao local fans yelled with great enthusiasm. They are all young people. I think the number can reach thousands?
They raised their heads and waved to themselves, greeted them, and fell into a carnival. Many girls screamed frantically on the shoulders of their boyfriends and waved their coats in circles.
Looking down on all this like the pope, Song Ya also waved, nodded, and aired kisses frequently, happily watching reporters than scissors.
"It seems still not as popular as MJ in Eastern Europe."
After more than ten minutes, he ended his interaction with the fans, returning to the room unsuccessfully, his eyes couldn't adapt to the changes in light inside and outside for a while, so he had to squint temporarily.
"MJ's influence here and the social atmosphere of the 1980s have achieved each other, and there is a high probability that there will be no newcomers."
Donovan answered truthfully.
"Ha ha……"
"Gang Er Mao Commander's Office informed me that they cancelled the meeting at the Presidential Palace." Donovan then reported: "But Er Mao Commander agreed to see you on a less formal occasion. A few days later."
"Why?" Song Ya asked.
"Maybe they are afraid that you and the presidential palace will appear in the news at the same time, so that the outside world will have some other associations?" Donovan guessed.
"Hahaha!" The touring creator and the lawyers in the room laughed when they heard this.
"..."
Song Ya was speechless, "Go out, all out, I want to rest."
He drove everyone away, thinking about it, picking up the phone and calling Sony Columbia Records President Rick Klubin, "Hey! Rick! How are you doing?"
"..."
Rikrubin couldn't adapt to his affectionate attitude for a while, and after a few seconds he replied: "Just like that..."
"I heard Sandy say that Mimi's contract renewal is almost finalized?" Song Ya asked for a chat.
"That's about me and your ex-wife. You are helping her if you don't show up!" Riclubin was very rude, "you know? For the first time in so many years, the New York City Hall did not invite her to participate in the New Year's Eve... …"
"Uh, I just ask..."
"Ha! APLUS, don't think I can't guess what you are planning without any trouble!"
Riclubin showed a little pride and gloat, "Is it because you want to leave Universal Music again? Looking for the next home? Don't dream! My Sony Columbia doesn't have your place. You kid will only bring plague and war. , Famine and death!"
"I'm not a knight of the doomsday! Forget it, don't feel good about yourself Rick, I won't beg you!"
Song Ya cursed and hung up.
Decoupling negotiations are already underway there. He really wants to seize the time to explore the other four major styles. Barry Diller’s "friend" who wants to break into the record industry in this environment is too vague, and he needs to prepare something. Back hand.
The first thing to exclude is BMG. They have a rapid rise this year in the south of the United States and are expected to win the best artist of the 1998 B list in one fell swoop. R Kelly, the king of rhythm and blues in the north, are all blacks, plus from Europe. The red-backed white idol men's group Backstreet Boys, the overall momentum is very good, is waiting to quit the music scene, even if you accept it, there is no top resources.
Next is EMI. Their global head office and Beimi branch are very severely separated. The two princes, Viking Beimi and Capitol Records, have major conflicts with the former EMI President Daniel, and now they are so close to Daniel...
Now Sony Columbia Records President Rick Rubin has this attitude again...
Only Warner Records is left, plus one Disney at most.
However, he broke up with Universal, his reputation in the circle of senior managers in the recording industry... I want to know that the streets are almost stinking, and Warner and Disney may not dare to take over.
He knows that he and David Geffen, Barry Diller, and Doug Morris do not trust each other and are very alert. The current state is a bit like a boxing ring with no fingers. The four fighters each have a corner and are all set. Defensive posture, constantly relying on listening to the wind to distinguish position step by step, and occasionally tap a jab to try.