Old Mack silently retreated to the stairs and closed the roof door for them.
After a long time, the two went downstairs together, and both did it as if nothing happened just now.
"You really won't tell Mariah Carey about this? Or let her know through some other channels?" Taraji changed back to the accent of assistant business affairs.
"If I said I would, would you think you were cheated just now?" Song Ya asked with a smile.
"Do you really know how?"
"No, I don't rely on women, uh... I am not discriminating against women, I mean I don't like the feeling of using women."
"Boss." Yeremov suddenly appeared in the corner of the corridor.
"Hey, don't be sneaky!" Old Mike rushed over and pressed him against the wall.
"Uh, I have been waiting for a long time." Yeremov quickly defended.
"Let go of his old Mike, what's the matter?" Song Ya asked.
Yeremov glanced at Taraji.
"Good night." Taraji left right away.
"Maybe you can take the time to meet someone tomorrow? I will recommend you ~www.mtlnovel.com~maybe it will have a good effect." Yeremov said.
"Does this kind of thing need to be said behind your back?"
"Uh, they are all Americans after all..."
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The next day, Song Ya led Fergie and others into the Sony Columbia Record headquarters as usual, and continued the recording of ihateuiloveu, but the end time was a little earlier.
In the afternoon, he and Yeremov appeared downstairs in a building with a large neon logo of Sony Electronics.
Yeremov took him to an office on the top floor with ease.
"What are you doing!" Yeremov, the true mistress, immediately greeted an Asian man in his thirties affectionately after entering the door.
Song Ya noticed the name tag on the other party's desk. In addition to the English name and the title of the deputy general manager of Sony Electronics North America, there were also five Japanese characters for "Gaoshu" and "Head of Head".
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 196: Dream Manor
"Mr. Yeremov, I'm very sorry for what happened to Columbia Pictures." The book is really polite. As a manager of not low status, Gao Shu came up to bow and apologize to Yeremov.
"It's nothing, it's all in the past, Mr. Gaoshu." Yeremov was very useful, and learned one indecently.
"Sit down." Both sides met each other and sat down on the sofa at the desk.
"I heard about your troubles from Mr. Yeremov, apssan, I still have to apologize..."
He sat on the sofa with his hands on his knees, "Mr. Motula is our most trusted and happiest manager in the United States. We don't want to disturb him." He bowed again.
"Okay, I can understand, Gao Shu...Sang." Song Ya is not very comfortable with this kind of communication, and it is not disappointed. He was brought here by Yeremov and he didn't have much hope, and the Chinese were looking for books. It's weird to help.
"But I can empathize with the situation of aps-san... In America, contracts, credit, friendship, and even laws and national policies have their own prices, which is the cost of betrayal."
Gao Shu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This is not a country where they claim that the legal system or commercial credit is the first. As long as they exceed the cost of betrayal in their hearts, this place will become a jungle, with artists, lawyers, accountants, agents, and managers. It takes only a short time for them to transform from a well-dressed gentleman into a beast that fully obeys the laws of the jungle. We have already paid a lot of tuition when we understand this. Mr. Motura may think he is doing the right thing. It's, in this jungle, he will ridicule instead of taking that opportunity."
"In a business, your good intentions and the expectation of long-term relationships have made a profit. They will not thank you. They will thank God and give them a stupid fool. You let it be because you don’t care and express kindness. With a small profit, they will not thank you. They will think that they got what they deserved by their own ingenuity and means, and realized the so-called American dream of personal struggle. You must be like a boxer every moment. Standing in front of them, not letting go of each of their mistakes, and working hard with the goal of knocking down the opponent, maybe you can get a little respect. It's just a little..."
"If they fail in the business competition, they will go back to lick their wounds, clamor for votes, lobby politicians, and directly use the gangsters to try to get back what they can't get by ingenuity and hard work. APS, do you have Chinese ancestry? "
"Yes."
"I hope that when Chinese companies come here in the future, the lessons we have experienced will help them avoid detours."
After Gao Shu finished speaking, he got up and went to the desk drawer to take a small square electronic device back and handed it to Song Ya, "As my personal apology to Mr. Yeremov and you, this d will be released early next year. , Which is the idis product, I hope you can bring it back and try it first, and then we will ask you to be one of the spokespersons of this product."
Song Ya played with this device that was smaller than a slap and was very light. "Is this a miniaturized D-device?"
"It can also be said that d discs have smaller capacity than ordinary d discs, and have little loss in sound quality, but are more portable and have better shock resistance." Gao Shu briefly introduced, then got up to see off the guests, "My colleague from the marketing department later Will contact you."
"Okay, Gao Shusang, I have been taught."
Song Ya and Yeremov left the building, "Although the matter has not been resolved, it was a white endorsement income, which is not bad." He looked at Yeremov a little frustrated, "I will give you a commission. Your relationship is very useful, you must keep in touch."
"Very polite, said a lot, but didn't do much."
Yeremov pointed to the D machine that Song Ya was playing with, "I was kicked out of Columbia Pictures like a dog because of his relationship."
"Did you not hear what he said? In this jungle, if you are unemployed, there is nothing to blame, Yeremov...Sang."
The two smiled at each other.
"J would like to see you, aps!" Back at Tribeca's house, Hayden brought good news, "just tomorrow."
Excited Song Ya took him, Yeremov and Hamlin directly to California on the night flight.
"This is the Dream Manor?" In the morning, their car appeared outside a big iron gate decorated with golden patterns, badges and crowns, which was very fairy tale. The golden word art of ‘nevernd’ was shining above.
"In 1988, J bought this place for $17 million, and every year he invested heavily in renovation and renovation. This is his kingdom." Yeremov introduced.
Hayden, who had registered in the guard room he had passed by before, parked his car outside the gate. After a while, the gate opened automatically and the car slowly drove in. Along the way, security and gardeners and other staff were busy, but no one came to ask. they.
"What is that?" Song Ya saw a tall facility from a distance.
"Ferris wheel." Hayden replied.
"What are they doing? Laying railroad tracks?" Song Ya saw a group of people busy in the distance.
"probably."
"Fxxk! Did that guy lead camels and chimpanzees..."
"There is J's private zoo in Dreamland."
"Why haven't we opened yet?"
"It occupies 2,800 acres, don't worry."
He felt that he was just a bumpkin who had never seen the world before, and it seemed strange.
"J I don’t know how much money has been invested here. Playgrounds, railways, zoos, artificial lakes, farmhouses, gardens, sports fields, cinemas, theaters... everything. I heard that the annual maintenance costs here cost more than 10 million dollars. More than a hundred staff members, and even own fire brigade."
Yeremov's introduction made Song Yawei j's generous amazement, "The king of pop ah?"