"Second, your plan to fight back against SBK through racial discrimination is quickly cancelled! After being linked to the criminal case, all your actions to open up other public opinion battlefields will be regarded by the public as trying to cover up the facts. Don't take a chance! "
"Third, quickly find the tramp! Only after we find him or others find him, we will have a chance to fight back."
"Fourth, I hope that those who discredit you will seize this good opportunity to direct the public's attention to your relationship with the gang. This is exactly what we want! The darker they get, the more you can wait until the third point is reached. After proper media relations, the public will turn to support and sympathize with you. Trust me! APLUS."
Eli broke and held his fingers, with a sonorous tone, and made an imposing remark.
Song Ya smiled bitterly: "So the key to everything is to find the tramp?"
The old Mike standing in the corner was expressionless.
"You won't really treat him?" Elibby made a spatula motion around his neck.
"how is this possible……"
"Haha, I was joking, don't care." Eli patted Song Ya's arm.
Song Ya won’t tell him the inside story of this incident. The Jew’s big eyes were ticking, he was like a ghost, and he had a very good relationship with the state prosecutor and the local political arena. The police spokesperson made a timely statement as well. Otherwise, according to the usual efficiency of the police station, at least someone will not come forward to clarify until tomorrow, and the rhetoric of the speech will be more ambiguous.
"Okay, I'll go ahead and get a good night's sleep." Eli was going to get his coat.
"You don't need to do anything?" Song Ya was still worried.
"Not for the time being. Believe me. I'm professional in crisis public relations." Eli put on his jacket and walked to the door, standing on tiptoes, leaning forward slightly, making a very chic old-fashioned etiquette, "Good night."
"Then we are leaving too." Goodman patted the documents in his hand.
That was the PR service contract that Song Ya and Eli had just signed. To be honest, it was not too expensive. Eli wanted to cooperate with Song Ya for a long time and chose the model of annual contract renewal. After all, his public relations company is not large and professional.
"Okay, good night." Song Ya sent them away, came back to the old Mike's ear and said in a low voice: "Find him, you are about to kill me!"
"Calm down, we are still in the running-in period, you won't be in trouble." Old Mike left his words and walked out slowly.
"This guy!"
Song Ya and the others walked out and dialed Motula's phone again, "Thank you so much today, Mr. Motula." If you want to get the CBS station on the fire fighting news, you can only help through Motula.
"Don't worry about APLUS, concentrate on solving your problems." Motula said and hung up.
Song Ya knows that these people are starting to wait and see now, are they involved in gangs? Which rapper doesn't touch the gang, they can just pretend they don't know, but it's completely another matter to be involved in the disappearance, especially when they are in the center of the gossip vortex.
Taraji knocked on the door outside.
"What's the matter?" Song Ya was afraid that she would turn on the TV when she came in.
"A South African female agent thanked you. She said that Miss Theron's mother's case has been sentenced and was acquitted." Taraji said.
"Oh, I see." Now he doesn't care about this, "South Africans are very efficient in handling cases."
"She also said that Miss Theron's mother wants to move out of South Africa. Would you help otherwise? Miss Theron is a model."
"Tell her the truth about the situation I'm facing now. If the other party still insists on needing help...you just say I will...help me a little bit. I'm still a lot of trouble."
"Okay, I see." Taraji pulled out another newspaper.
"OMG..." Song Ya backed away in shock.
"Don't be nervous, this is an evening paper for finance and economics." Taraji read: "I heard a lot of reports about singer APLUS Grande's stingy character today, so I became interested in him. Grande is a master of wealth. As a financial magazine, let’s take a professional look at the speed of the singer’s moneymaking."
"According to the public information obtained from the query, there are three properties under the name of APLUS, one in Chicago and two in Tribeca, Manhattan, with an estimated total value of nearly ten million..."
"Black me again? Why didn't I mention the four million mortgage? I still spent the renovation..."
"Ahem~www.mtlnovel.com~Don’t interrupt me." Taraji continued reading, "It’s not unusual for a star to buy a house and buy a property. There are several companies under the APLUS name, except for one of the two companies that manage his copyright and record business. In addition, he also owns an audio company that controls 5 to 7 percent of the synthetic sound share, a pedal manufacturing company, and the four companies are operating very well. Among them, the pedal manufacturing company even has its own company in Sunnyway, Silicon Valley. You know, the Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company, the predecessor of this pedal company, suffered losses for years before it was acquired by APLUS!"
"The actual value and profitability of the four companies are currently unknown. If APLUS packs them into the market now, it is estimated that some people on Wall Street will be very interested. Readers, please note that APLUS is only sixteen years old and has only entered the music industry for more than a year. Time, he hasn’t even released an album yet! In summary, at least APLUS’s ability to accumulate money is indeed qualified to say that he is like Grandet..."
Taraji finished reading, with one hand on his hips, standing tall and winking at Song Ya, "Looking at this, I want to give you a baby... I can live very well on alimony in my next life. Right?"
"Don't, I won't do this with the assistant, it will destroy our working relationship." Song Ya quickly refused, "You have read so much, this newspaper is not still hacking me in the end..."
"Right?"
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"I didn't sleep in the company today, so why should I lower the quality of life because of the people who hacked me."
Song Ya saw Taraji starting to tidy up the office sofa, and said, "If you drive today, there is something old Mike has.
"Okay, wait for me to clean up." Taraji turned to clean up his desk.
"Ok."
Song Ya looked downstairs. There were fewer reporters than during the day, but the OB van was still there, paparazzi gathered in groups to chat, and some people rode motorcycles and brought a lot of hot dogs and coffee, which seemed to be scattered in the short term. not going.
He walked to the recording studio. Dile and the others were surrounding the computer. When they went over, they were not doing business. They were playing games. Al operation, Dile and Andrew and Henry three white people stood behind him and made ideas.
Song Ya knows that they are idle, all song recording work is over, A+ Records really has nothing to do at present, "I have such a bad mood swing, but I didn't even get the first apocalypse song..." He was a little frustrated.
"There are too many reporters. Someone in the building complained to the owner, saying that parking and office work were affected." Dile saw him come in and said.
"It's too miserable to be driven out of the building by the owner at this time, and it will become the laughing stock of Quanmi." Song Ya said.
"That's not enough. The owner has not sent us a formal warning." Dile asked, "Are you going home today?"
"Well, you guys go back too, but don't answer any questions from the reporter."
"Okay." Several people agreed.
Song Ya saw that the games they played were not like the previous kind of villains or airplanes and tanks. "What kind of game is this?"