Everyone filed in.
This time the Apocalypse turned out to be the first pure music. Similarly, it perfectly fits Song Ya’s current fighting spirit hidden under a calm appearance. The metal rings surrounding the ball of light disappear in the left half of the screen, and an island map appears on the left. In Song Ya's mind.
The Columbia Records lawyer vented his temper on the elevator's door-close button. He first pressed it and felt unresponsive, and then slammed a few more.
"Is there a traffic jam on the road?" The elevator door slowly closed, and it was very crowded with so many people. Goodman had nothing to say.
"It's fine." Samuel laughed.
"Ding", on the middle floor, the elevator stopped, the door opened, and a group of men and women were waiting outside.
"Go and wait for the next shift!" the Columbia Records lawyer yelled unceremoniously, and continued to jab the close button.
A building block city labeled King's Landing slowly rises from the horizon, and in the center of the picture is a deer with beautiful long horns.
'Ding! ’
The floor of the large conference room arrived, and Columbia Records lawyers were the first to walk out.
Song Ya and others followed him closely, and the staff passing by on the floor flashed to the wall one after another, as if they were afraid of being knocked down by this huge and determined team, and then stepped on them.
The camera moved up and came to a city with a wolf's head crest and a white giant tree, which was Winterfell.
Outside the large conference room, through the glass, Song Ya and Motula, who was sitting in the middle of the long conference table, looked at each other.
The light ball reappeared, and the deer top turned the dragon over on the metal ring.
"Hey, Samuel, it's been a long time." Motula also had some friendship with Samuel. He stood up and took the initiative to meet him, "Is it smooth to come from Chicago?"
"Everything went well, and I am glad to see you again, Mr. Motura." Samuel shook hands warmly with him.
"Donovan." Motura crossed Song Ya and shook hands with Donovan behind him.
To the north of Winterfell, a high white wall lies between the ice fields.
"What are you up to lately? How are the preparations for MJ's album?" Donovan casually asked for some topical greetings.
"Everyone asks me, I am an answer, wait and see! Haha."
Motula smiled and introduced to both parties. On the other side of the big conference table, Sony Columbia Records also sat a lot of people.
Song Ya didn't care about his deliberate coldness, quietly watching the people on both sides shake hands with each other.
The picture was moved to a certain city on the east side of the island.
"Okay, sit down, everyone has precious time." Motula raised his hand to the conference table and gestured, "We won't talk for long, will we? Samuel."
Everyone took their seats, "Yes, today is just some early stage communication." Samuel also sat down.
Now, only Song Ya and Motura are left.
Motula turned his back to the conference table, UU Reading www.uukánshu.com half of his body stopped in front of Song Ya, his head tilted slightly forward, and whispered in Song Ya's ear: "I will ruin you, BOY."
"Don't get excited, Mr. Motura...Business is business, and it's just business."
It was Song Ya's turn to say this to him, "After this business is done, I think I will have plenty of time to mend my relationship with you, right?"
Motula raised her eyebrows and did not respond, turned and sat back in his seat.
Song Ya smiled at everyone who was watching him, and walked to the only empty seat at the table.
Above the ring, the deer is crowned, the lion and the wolf are dormant, the picture and the progressive music gradually come to an end, it should be a few English letters of the song name: Game of Thrones...
"Game of Thrones?" Song Ya observed that Motula opened her mouth and was about to announce the start of the meeting.
"OK, let's start now." He deliberately rushed in front of the opponent.
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"Cough cough." Taraji, who was sitting at the far end of the long table, coughed twice as a cover for her almost laughing.
Motula's face was stern and still did not speak.
"Uh, this is the authorization document for Mr. APLUS's recording business represented by Wing Dao Certified Public Accountants." Samuel went directly into the work process, "Then this is the list of items we will audit, and..." one of his subordinates Stand up and distribute the prepared documents to Columbia Records participants.
Motula put her hand on the cover of the document and looked at the staff on his side.
In the conference room, the rustling of paper flapping lasted for about ten minutes. The lawyers and financial staff of Columbia Records looked at each other, "Basically there is no problem." The lawyer confirmed.
"Cooperate." Motu pulled up and left, turning his head and glancing at Song Ya sharply when he approached the door.
"He is about to explode," Donovan said in Song Ya's ear.
"He forced me." Song Ya was a little helpless when things turned into this way.
"Any company will be angry if it is suddenly checked by a top accounting firm." After the brief preliminary preparation meeting, the people of Yongdao were arranged in a small office, just a desk, full of people. There are only six workstations at most, and there are many sundries in the corner of the room. Samuel smiled and said, "Sony Columbia Records is not bad. I have even cleaned the storage room. There is no air-conditioning. Every time I go home from get off work. They all smell of stinky sweat and chemical cleaners."
"This time I will have to work hard for you." Song Ya knows that the other party is almost a top figure in the accountant industry, but he did not expect that he would be treated so badly when checking accounts. "When my personal accountant came over, he could still enjoy an office alone. ."
"Hehe, because we can really find out the tricks." Samuel smiled, "Have your lawyers on standby 24 hours a day, ready to deal with litigation at any time."
"We are here." Goodman and Hamlin nodded.
"Am I enjoying the A-List treatment in advance?" Song Ya joked. He remembered Goodman saying that the A-list star had to deal with five to ten lawsuits a year, and his current number is still zero.
The expressionless Sony Columbia Record financial staff walked in one by one, put down the cardboard boxes full of documents, and turned around and left.
"We are about to start work." Samuel said to Song Ya: "According to the financial relationship between you, the only sales share that Sony Columbia Records has ever performed is IFeelItComing's first one million records sold in the United States. We will First of all, focus on this financial transaction."
"How long does it take?" Song Ya asked.
Samuel looked at his colleagues, “It’s still not clear, it depends on the cooperation of the other party.” This general partner from New York with record audit experience said: “For a large company like Sony Columbia Records, its The channel structure is extremely complex. There are not only the more intimate channels such as the Columbia Club, but also the regular distribution channels formed with record retailers, other distributors, marketing activities of magazines and other media, some special promotions and advertising gifts, etc. In addition, the overseas distribution is owned by Sony Records, and Sony has different branches and partners in Asia and Europe... Each channel has different marketing costs and record prices. It is not easy to clarify all this."
"We will do our best." Samuel added, "You can rest assured that they will not deliberately falsify accounts or conceal anything for us. They cannot afford the consequences of being caught evidence, and at most use massive amounts of data to slow down our work. Efficiency kills our will."
"Then please."