"That's Antonio?"
"Yes, there are two private detectives. They are all Italians. What a coincidence." Song Ya sneered: "Do you really dare to pack tickets for Motula? You should know who he is, or do you still I don't know him enough. If you want me to say, he is really lawless..."
"Aplus, how old are you this year?" Shufhall asked suddenly.
"Almost nineteen years old."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 459: I haven't tried
The consumer electronics industry is very busy. After the meeting was held for a while, one of the executives who was listening was called away by his secretary, and people kept taking documents to get Schulkhov to sign. The venue was also stuck, or said nothing. Meaning stage.
"As you know, I have a cheap clothing company under my umbrella. If you choose to continue to protect Motura, maybe I will print the Sony logo on the back of a $50 t-shirt and put it on it like that kind of reverse. It's like a war sign, and then mark it with small characters like racial discrimination criminals..."
Song Ya said most of the time, he did his best to pressure.
"Hahaha."
Shurkhov looked away from the document in his hand, pulled the reading glasses down, and looked down at Song Ya, "You will be bankrupted by us, boy."
"Stop talking aplus." The vice president of legal affairs also said.
"This is not anger, nor is it about doing business, but a clear issue of principle. Your current performance is clearly trying to protect discriminators." Song Ya said: "Zero tolerance for discriminatory behavior is an obligation that we Africans must do. "
"Mr. Gao Shu." A female clerk came in, walked up to Gao Shu, and spoke with her ears.
Gao Shu got up, followed her and walked outside, "aplus, be sure to think calmly, I have to leave beforehand." When he passed Song Ya, he apologized slightly, dropped a word and left.
"So are you taking me seriously?" Song Ya complained with open arms.
"Go on, we are listening." The vice president of legal affairs responded.
"Where did I go? Oh, yes, t-shirts, uh...not talking about t-shirts, I'll just say that I, just me, and Motula, you have to consider the second choice." He continued Bragging: "I will have a youth song and dance film to be released next year, and it will definitely be a big hit. The original soundtrack of the entire film will be written and lyrics by myself alone. About 16 songs will be released by Sony Columbia Records."
"There are a lot of my solo repertoires, and they will be put into my second junior high school. Besides, I have prepared a lot of good songs and first fine works. Then I will make a song that is better than'a' There is no problem with the second album that is still selling well. You can even make a two-disc version with a high price. Sony Columbia Records will follow me to make a lot of money, trust me."
"Don't laugh, let alone doubt my ability. The music critics who predicted that I was exhausted after my first album were beaten in the face by a londonbridge song. That song won the weekly b-list and also won Fergie, the first white female hip-hop singer."
Goodman reminded him in his ear: "Okay, aplus, none of them are listening." Shufhall was studying the file without knowing it, his fingers tapping on the table unconsciously...
Only the vice president of legal affairs was listening attentively, so Song Ya changed the conversation partner to him. There was no way out, he could not admit defeat, and he could not even be seen as lacking in confidence. He kept talking, trying to impress him with a certain sentence. Of these people. He wiped off the fine sweat that appeared on his forehead, "You can't drag it anymore. Do you know what Motula is doing these days? He is creating negative news against me and taking my record off the shelves in disguise. He even I also want to deal with other singers under my record company, such as Fergie..."
"He puts his personal grievances above the company's interests. He always does this. In 1991, if it weren't for him, my first album would be marketed earlier and sold better. All of this was given to the record company. Income caused a loss, intuitively..."
"He was still entangled with Italian gangs. I only thought it was a rumors. This time, the singer, diva, and his ex-girlfriend Mariah Carey used Italian contacts. Two of the three arrested were Italian. ."
"He introduced a small broker who is also Italian. This shows that he is starting to panic. Eavesdropping is a federal felony. You continue to protect him. You will get into trouble when the truth comes out. Have you ever thought that maybe he is a veteran in this way? Maybe he is not only eavesdropping on Mariah Carey, maybe he will use eavesdropping methods to obtain benefits at the parent company's personnel level..."
In the meantime, two more senior executives left for something, and there were fewer and fewer people in the conference room.
"What time is it?" Song Ya asked Linda.
"It's half past eleven, it's not quite right aplus." Linda showed her phone to Song Ya under the table, and Mariah Carey's phone number was on. "I'll pick it up," she said.
Song Ya nodded and agreed, "Can you give me an answer before lunch?" He asked the vice president of legal affairs.
"Maybe not, we are evaluating." The other party replied.
"I didn't see your actual actions. You are just sitting here and listening to me." Song Ya continued to complain.
"Trust me, we are indeed evaluating."
"I don't have much patience."
"I always have to give it a day?" The other party smiled.
Linda came back and signaled at the door, Song Ya couldn't help but nodded, "Only one day, subject to your off-get off work time. Sorry, I will go out."
He went outside, found a remote corner and asked Linda: "What's the matter?"
"Miss Kelly said..." Linda circled around vigilantly. At the corner not far away, a female clerk was playing with the coffee machine.
The two moved to the bathroom, and a male executive walked out of the conference room, standing at the sink and washing his hands slowly, "Hey, can you give me some personal space?"
The other party glanced here, ignored him, continued to wash his hands, and walked into the men's bathroom before Song Ya wanted to go crazy.
"Fxxk, can you tell me? Just say it." Song Ya felt that there was no more personal space here, the other party obviously wouldn't give a chance easily.
"Motura went to the Proctor Theatre again. He tried to save Miss Kelly again, but was still rejected by Miss Kelly, but she seemed soft. She said that Motula was crying in front of her and looked very pitiful and Helpless..." Linda whispered, "The original words."
"This bastard, hard can not come soft." After all, Mariah Carey was held by Motula in one hand. Song Ya knew she was still reading some of the other's good things, "I believe mimi, she won't If something goes wrong, I have repeatedly confessed the interests to her."
"Newman called and said..." Hamlin also followed.
"Ahem." Song Ya coughed twice, pointing to the inside of the men's bathroom.
"Newman called and said..." Hamlin lowered his voice and said in his ear: "The personnel director of Sony Columbia Records is talking to all the executives one by one, and is very straightforward about the second choice between Motura and you. 1. Motura’s cronies also started contacting the owners and presidents of all its labels, and they are probably also seeking support. This news was revealed by Epic Records."
"The people inside are right, they are indeed evaluating." Song Ya nodded, "Of course, they are biased towards Motura and deliberately help Motura to delay time, which is not beyond my expectation."
"Wait until the afternoon? Maybe we can leave at noon. They can do a lot in one afternoon." Hamlin sighed.
"If I dare not wait for an afternoon, they will be more inclined to Motura."
Song Ya gritted her teeth, "Let's go back and continue."
When the three of them walked back, the sound of flushing came from inside, and the executive came out with a smile on his face, and followed Song Ya back to the office.