"Are there any new developments?" Shufhall asked.
"No, my position will not change." Song Ya sat back in his seat.
"Would you like something to eat at noon? I am old and usually don't eat at noon." Shufhall continued to look back at the file in front of him.
"Sandwiches are fine, do you?" Song Ya found that there were fewer people in the conference room, and the vice president of legal affairs was closing his eyes to rest.
Shufhall made a gesture, and his secretary got up and went out and quickly returned with a plate. The sandwiches on it were cut into beautiful small triangles, one bite at a time.
No one wanted to start, Song Ya directly took a piece and threw it into his mouth to replenish energy. His mouth was dry all morning. He picked up the small mineral water bottle on the table, unscrewed the lid and drank it.
"Your willpower is tough, boy." Shufhall cast his gaze over the presbyopic lens.
"I'm fighting for the dignity of the African American community." Song Yayi replied sternly.
This was not easy to answer, and Shufhall looked at the file again.
Song Ya pushed the plate towards Linda and the others, Linda declined, Hamlin also shook his head, only Goodman ate with them.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, Shufhall’s secretary came in to take away the dishes, did some cleaning, and whispered to him again.
"Sorry, you continue this afternoon, I'm a little urgent." Shufhall also left.
"Mr. Vice President, has your so-called evaluation come to fruition?" Song Ya resisted his temper and took the initiative to start the second half.
"It should be soon," the other party replied.
"If you let him go, I'm even willing to post an extra album on Sony Columbia Records, and change the five-year contract of two albums to two plus one. The last one is new songs plus selections, the most creative in my life. All time periods will be dedicated to this company."
"Trust me, I can create much more value for Sony Columbia Records than a senior manager. The United States has a lot of management talents, and the singers who can create big-selling albums can be met but not sought..."
Starting in the afternoon, he tried to make certain concessions and write some bad checks.
"A senior manager like Motula?" The other party laughed when he heard this. "It is very difficult for Benzi Capital to meet such a person in the United States, but you want us to fire him."
Being willing to communicate is a good thing, Song Ya said: "I think you have already known my plan through a certain channel. The former sbk president, Mr. Daniel Glass, will not be any worse than Motura."
"So you still want to intervene in Motura's successor?" the other party asked back.
"This is part of the conditions that I made when I came here. If you change that position to a confidant of Motula, what does it mean for me and Mariah Carey?"
The other party shook his head and said, "Bring me a newspaper." He asked his subordinates to bring the newspaper, and he held it up face to face, completely shutting off communication.
Song Ya was not reconciled. He swept around in the conference room and made eye contact with the senior executive. He immediately smiled at him and continued to talk, "Although I am young, I am not joking. The reputation of your company will definitely be a major blow in the future. Just like the Rodney King case, the African-American community will never tolerate people like Motula..."
"Su Yimasai..." The other party laughed and leaned frequently in the seat, and pointed to his ear, as if apologizing, indicating that he could not understand English at all.
Song Ya took a deep breath, "Paper and pen." Linda tore a piece of paper and pushed over some Chinese characters that she meant.
The other party picked up the paper and looked at it, and immediately raised his thumb to admire again and again, but immediately got up, bowed all the way and apologized and left the room.
"Phage's call."
Song Ya didn't move, and finally closed his mouth. At two o'clock, he received a call from Fergie.
"Humph..." The girl started with a cold hum on the phone, "Have you found a new girlfriend? Is she willing to play multiplayer games with you?"
"Uh, cough cough, Fergie, is there any business? I am very busy now." Song Yagang walked out of the meeting room and quickly stopped her from talking on this topic.
"The people from Sony Columbia Records just came to me and said a lot of inexplicable things."
"baffling?"
"Well, I asked Jimmy to talk to you."
"Mr. Aplus, the people from defjam records came to Fergie, and they offered good terms for Fergie to change the manager, leave Newman, and switch to defjam records." Jimmy reported.
"So? What conditions did the other party set, and how do you treat this matter?" Song Ya asked.
"We refused." Jimmy replied, "The people at defjam have been bragging about their hip-hop music traditions. They said that Fergie's influence in the hip-hop music circle will double when they go to them, and so on."
"Hehe, defjam has been paying horribly for several years, Russell Simmons still wants to take the opportunity to help Motula pry my person?" Song Yakan changed his person and followed out, without lowering his voice, and said in a normal tone: "I'm afraid he can't even pay Fergie's termination fee."
"We didn't give them a chance to talk about termination fees." Jimmy said.
"That's good, tell Fergie that her support is very important to me now." Song Ya hung up, returned to the conference room with a sneer, and looked at the watch in front of the vice president of legal affairs. "You only have the last few left. Hours."
The vice president of legal affairs shook the newspaper and made a clatter.
Song Ya continued to sit with expressionless face, and his heart fell to the bottom, feeling that the other party should not be ready to give in.
Then there is only one way left to fight the media war.
"Hayden." The phone was handed back to Linda's hand just now.
"Sorry." He went out to answer the phone again, "Is it bad news again?"
"No, it's good news, should it..." Hayden replied.
After calling this call for ten minutes, Song Ya wandered back to the conference room after receiving it, "Damn it," directly cursed.
"What's the matter?" Goodman and Hamlin looked over.
"Nothing, two thieves were caught at the Highland Park house," he replied.
"Thief?"
"Yes, Hayden relayed that the people from the Department of Justice said that the two men were well-equipped. They turned out to be sailing from Lake Michigan. They came ashore from my pier in broad daylight..."
"Why do people from the Ministry of Justice help you catch the thief?" The vice president of legal affairs finally put down the newspaper.
"It's a coincidence. They were investigating the case of Mr. Jovovich, and followed my agent to get the present that Mira gave me, and the fbi agent was with them. The two thieves were caught right now..."
Song Ya said it lightly, but he was also secretly afraid. If the thief finds the art works of the forest and the collection in the wall under the master bed, then the other party will really have his handle. He thought he was well prepared, but including the experienced old Mike, he did not think that someone would do something to his home in Chicago, "They must be sent by Motula, in order to get my handle... etc. Wait, is this also a kind of evaluation procedure?"
"Don't imply indiscriminately." The vice president of legal affairs lifted the newspaper again.
"Anyway, someone from the Ministry of Justice will help the transfer, and the local police will take this case seriously. It's Chicago, hehe..." Song Ya sneered.
"Come here." Shufhall appeared at the door and called out the vice president of legal affairs.
"Did they do it?" Hamlin asked quietly.
"Impossible, it's more like a method that Motura would use, but that's fine." Song Ya replied.
Not long after, Shuf Hall and others reappeared in the conference room, "Is there a result of the evaluation?" Song Ya asked him deliberately.