I have been on the Dingkins platform many times at the New Year's Eve party, and the friendship with the New York police is definitely not as good as the Motura who has been working here for many years, calling the police. What if the evidence of the other party is not caught? On the contrary, the relationship between myself and the company that bought it is hard to hide from law enforcement agencies.
"I think the safest way is to put this equipment back in, take someone to guard it, and wait for the other party to collect the tape or change the battery and get the money, and then call the police." Song Ya said.
"Then I need a few capable helpers, and I have to arrange monitoring equipment for the weak current wells, and the risk of conflicts during hands-on is not controllable." Old Mike said: "It's hard to hide from Miss Kelly's bodyguards upstairs. They come and go, and they are not lowly vigilant."
Here comes the problem. If you want to find an excuse to change her bodyguard, you have to stab the matter out, otherwise it will startle. Without stabbing it out, there is no way to avoid her bodyguards and wait for it...
"I think about it, give me a day, you listen to the recording again, if there are no other problems, erase the phone calls between me and Mimi and put them back quietly."
Then only forced to change bodyguards, Song Ya has a few potential candidates in his mind, but before that, he is going to see Daniel, it is time to give him some words.
The Waldorf Astoria, the banquet hall, well-dressed upper class people gathered here, waiting for the opening of a charity jewelry auction held by the famous charity queen Mrs. Astor.
"Cheney vowed to help the Elephant Party recover the'hearts' of the military-industrial complex within four to eight years."
The whispered conversation of two old white men came to Song Ya, who happened to pass by behind him. Cheney’s name aroused his interest. He only knew that after the defeat of the Elephant Party, the former defense minister got the arrangement of a large energy company. He’s fat poor, politically seems to have disappeared. This is the first time this year that people have heard people reconnect with the election.
"Waitress." He pretended to stop for a drink, and continued to listen.
"Haha, he knew it was wrong?" Another person sneered: "Isn't he happy to disarm?"
"Not anymore, that kind of political animal."
The person who brought up the conversation replied: "He and Rumsfeld have left the responsibility to Dr. Kissing and Scowcroft."
"So they can kick Dr. Kissin and Scowcroft out of the game?"
"Otherwise, how to win the trust of the military-industrial complex again? As sinners, they are kneeling on the ground and licking with their tongues. The Elephant Party also has to lick the military-industrial complex back, otherwise they will not be able to beat the Donkey Party in four or eight years."
"The military-industrial complex is going to drink blood."
"There is always no shortage of wars, right?"
After talking about this, the two found Song Ya standing not far behind, "Huh?" They looked wary.
"Hey, YO!" Song Ya put on the disguise of a hip-hop star, lifted his chin to the two, and said impolitely: "I'm looking for Daniel, Daniel Glass."
"APLUS, I recognize you haha."
The two of them relaxed, and put on the iconic white man’s hypocritical smile with a sense of looking down, "Daniel is over there, go."
Song Ya used to find Daniel who was sitting in the corner of the temporary auction seat, "People who come here like to talk about national affairs?" Sit down beside him.
"Don't underestimate it, Mrs. Astor and her friends have a lot of political energy. Here, the Waldorf Astor was formerly owned by the Astor family, as well as Newsweek." Daniel said lazily. He was in EMI. Being emptied, I am very keen to participate in such activities recently.
"Shall we talk alone?" Song Ya was not in the mood to care about this, he observed that many people began to take their seats.
"Ok."
Daniel loosened his bow tie, picked up the auction number plate, and walked outside with Song Ya to find a quiet corner.
"I can't stand Motura anymore."
When Song Ya said this, Daniel's eyebrows were immediately raised.
"Maybe it's a good idea for us to find a way to work together again." There is nothing to be euphemistic, and since he decided to do it, all his words are straightforward.
"You don't even want to send your second album to Sony Columbia Records?" Daniel still misunderstood, or no one imagined that he would be so bold. "I never heard of any irreconcilable conflict between you and Motula."
"Very irreconcilable."
Song Ya looked around and lowered her voice, "I mean, the seat of the president of Sony Columbia Records. You were very unhappy at EMI, right?"
With WTF on his face, Daniel opened his mouth, and decided to look at Song Ya for a long time before he said: "This reminds me of the time when you insisted on singing to De Klerk with Mira. You were still so impulsive to APLUS."
"I got that thing done, so it can't be considered impulsive, right?" Song Ya said.
"How are you going to do this?" Daniel asked.
Song Ya shook his head, "It's not convenient to disclose for the time being, but Daniel, don't tell me you don't want to be in charge of Sony Columbia Records. That's too hypocritical."
"What do you know?" Daniel's reaction was a little unexpected, his eyes became very wary, "Who are you helping? Are you trying to use this as a bait to stop me from jumping to the next house?"
"What's next? Wait, do you deliberately quit?"
The news made Song Ya a little anxious, "What next player can compare to the booming Sony Columbia Records?"
"You really don't know?"
"I don't know, I swear."
Daniel sighed, "I plan to partner with Doug Morris of Atlantic Records to open my own record company, and I will be his deputy."
"What?" Song Ya laughed. "You used to be the president of SBK. He was the president of Atlantic Records. You are now the president of EMI North America. He is also the president of Atlantic Records. Then you said you were going to be his deputy?"
"APLUS today is different from the past." Daniel said with some decadence.
"Don't hesitate, you are a very good leader of a big record company. There is nothing wrong with your strategy in EMI North America. It's just bad luck." Song Ya can't let him go now and fudge hard, "Remember How did you convince me before? Those words still make me use for life."
"You must do this?"
"must."
"You...what can you gain by doing this?"
"You have to help with Motula, and I don't want to make a fuss with the company like the first one when I post the second one."
Daniel did not immediately agree, "I think about it, this is not a trivial matter, it is really not a trivial matter..." He muttered and walked back to the auction site.
The city was like him, Song Ya still noticed a trace of joy from his face the moment he turned around. It was inevitable that it was strange that this guy was not moved.
The auction items for the charity auction were donated by celebrities or wealthy businessmen, including the organizer, Mrs. Astor, but she was not seen at the scene. Daniel came here to fancy a post-modern style painting. The chairs were full, and the two stood behind. After a lot of bidding, Daniel spent more than 20,000 dollars to win the painting that consists of a few simple color blocks. , Song Ya couldn't understand at all.
"Congratulations to the No. 54 bidder, oh, it's Mr. Daniel Glass." The auctioneer dropped the hammer and gestured to this side with a smile.
The people sitting in front all turned their heads and glanced back, some of them clapped slightly ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ Daniel nodded at them with a smile, and the auction continued.
Song Ya didn’t pay attention to this. Just now, he had another movie clip of Apocalypse. It was the actor and actress of the Apocalypse movie when he chased Cathy in the rain last time. She and another man and a woman were also standing in positions similar to him, man. It implies that the girl kept holding up placards and successfully won a picture.