Song Ya was finally anxious, "Doesn’t your mathematical model say that my asking price is a win-win for the next family? Why are they still not acting?" He asked Samuel loudly, "Motura obviously wanted to drag me to death. According to this kind of progress, it is estimated that it will be ninety-three years before the five million is actually lost!"
"Calm down, boy! This matter has nothing to do with the five million!"
Samuel also raised the volume, "Matching bids is only a matter of one second. Now all the senior leaders in the recording industry are absolutely paying attention to your every move. They are enduring, and you must be able to bear it. The image of a capricious and impulsive African-American singer. In the darkness before dawn, you have to show your mature age beyond the age of ~www.mtlnovel.com~ agent Sandy Glen." Taraji pressed on the phone microphone and walked away. Come in.
"Hello, Mr. Glenn." Song Ya took a few deep breaths and took the phone.
"I'm continuing to pay attention to your APLUS, the court time is undecided, right?"
"Yes, the investigation deadline is November 23. It is estimated that it will be December until the first hearing. According to my lawyers, Motula will still resort to tricks and appeal to cancel the trial in absentia. Jurisdiction or something, just dragging it off will take months."
"Motura has no energy to deal with you now, so he has to delay. All his attention is now on MJ's new monograph. So are MJ and I. After this period of time is over, maybe we will let Epic Records match your offer. , MJ will go and talk to Motula in person." Sandy Glen said.
"This news is great. When do you think you can finish it?" Song Ya was overjoyed, so that at least somebody had the bottom line, "But I want to explain, if there are other record companies that match the offer before Epic Records... "
"I understand, I'm just telling you first, this is what MJ himself meant." Sandy Glen hung up the phone.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 210: Motura's transformation
November 23rd, Sony Columbia Records headquarters.
"This turmoil took me three months and millions of money..." Song Ya sat at the side of the conference table with her eyes closed and rested. "Apocalypse is also a symphony and a movie with no beginning and no end. Fragment..." He thought silently, "But as long as I keep my independence, everything is worth it."
"Long waiting." The Columbia Records guy pinched into the conference room.
"Okay, don't delay everyone's time." The staff member sent by the court pointed to the recording equipment. "This time is a pre-trial investigation and evidence collection. The lawyers of both sides can exchange evidence and ask each other questions. If you need to turn off the recording, apply in advance. And give the reason."
After simply exchanging evidence, Goodman and Hamlin and the opposing attorney immediately began to quarrel, and Samuel was responsible for supplementing the evidence.
"We don't admit..."
"We believe that this document cannot be used as evidence..."
"The conversation between APLUS and Mr. Motura has nothing to do with this case, and its authenticity cannot be verified."
The other party made the procrastination tactics vividly and vividly. They made it clear that they knew that the lawsuit could not be won, so they did not miss any opportunity that could delay the trial date, and focused on avoiding summary judgments and preparing for future appeals. .
From the afternoon to the evening, the exhausted three parties agreed to end this boring but necessary wrangling.
"We are determined to win." Goodman comforted Song Ya afterwards.
"Win right away, or win more than a year later, this is a big difference." Song Ya knew that the longer the delay, the thinner the five million will be available. Goodman and Hamlin charge lower fees. , But after more than a year of repeated tossing, they can take away a large amount of legal fees from themselves.
"Let's go." Song Ya looked out the window, the sky was dark, and the night view of New York was still so beautiful, but he had been tortured into no mood, "What time is it?"
"It's almost eleven o'clock." Taraji brought in a row of coffee from outside.
"Forget it, stop drinking, let's go back." Song Ya put on his coat, he didn't want to stay for a second here.
"APLUS, come here!" Mariah Carey suddenly called and said this without beginning and ending, which sounded unhappy.
"Where to go?"
"Upstairs, Tommy's office, the three of us have a good chat, just the three of us!" she said without a doubt.
"Mimi, I told you that if you treat me as a good friend, don't get involved in this matter..." Song Ya guessed that she was going to make trouble with Motula.
"No! You come now, right now!"
"Ok."
Song Ya and Goodman briefly explained that they took the elevator to the top floor by themselves.
The elevator stopped on each floor and people went in and out. At this point in time, the record company had no one on weekdays, but today it was very busy. When it reached the top floor, the front desk phone outside the Motura office didn’t ring. Stop, on the eve of the release of MJ's new album, the entire building was like a wartime headquarters, operating efficiently and restlessly.
Aaron Grubman, one of MJ’s four lawyers, and several company executives gathered outside the door to chat, and when they saw Song Ya coming over, they all tacitly gave way. They should have been caught in the middle of the meeting with Motula. Kelly drove it out.
"Miss Kelly."
Song Ya pushed the door in, and saw Mariah Carey pouting her hands around her hands, facing away from Motula and fighting him, while Motula drew a cigar in the clouds.
"APLUS, Tommy, you can chat, I hope you can get back together!" Mariah Carey said.
Since Song Ya came in, Motura never looked at him with his straight eyes, "Mimi, today is not suitable, obedient." He said.
"you!"
Mariah Carey stomped her foot and turned around, becoming more angry, "Are there no other words besides making me obedient?!"
"Mimi..."
Song Ya called her, "Can we talk alone first?" He took Mariah Carey's elbow and walked out the door, "Don't be angry, let's talk first."
"I don't! I can't watch you being bullied by him!"
Mariah Carey was pulled to the door by him. Song Ya turned around and met Motula with mutually clear eyes, let go, "Mimi, can you give me a few minutes? Just a few minutes, if you pay back When I am a friend."
"Ok."
Mariah Carey followed Song Ya out, the two went downstairs to the meeting room just now, Song Ya let Old Mike guard the door.
"Mimi, I said it was between our men." Song Ya said while looking at her eyes.
"But you are all going to court!" Mariah Carey wore a white deep V evening gown today, and when she was angry, her chest was filled with charming waves, eh? It seems that I only used chest stickers...
Song Ya shook his head and focused his attention back, "This is all business."
"I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen!" Mariah Carey shook her fluffy blonde curly hair, "I want you to stay here, and I don't want to see you and Tommy make this."
"Listen to me." Song Ya held her shoulders with both hands. "First, I don't want to bear Tommy's favor for the rest of my life. If this time because of you, he let me go, then I will be there for the rest of my life. He couldn't look up in front of him."
"Tommy should take care of you, he has the ability to do so." Mariah Carey replied.
"No, it's different."
Song Ya continued: "Secondly, I only intend to have pure interests with him, without involving any kind of favors. I don't hate him, nor for the self-esteem of some man, I am because of you."
"For me?" Mariah Carey looked at him suspiciously.
"Yay!"
Song Ya said: "Third, I like you. I don't want to give Tommy a chance to prove that he is willing to let his enemies go because of his love for you, and abandon the business principles he believed in throughout his life. Let's put it this way, I don't want to give him An opportunity to express to you how much he loves you."