Goodman analyzes: "There are two things that the Sutton family will never give up. The first is money. The Inner City Broadcasting Corporation will not survive 95 years without this 30 million, and the price cannot be discussed. The second is Right, no matter what the Sutton family wants to maintain the management right until 1999, Dingkins also supports them. The result of their investment in the Inner City Broadcasting Company is definitely not to let them out."
"Yes." Song Ya spread his hands.
"You said before that you have some follow-up thoughts about the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation. What is your idea of APLUS?" Hamlin asked.
"I was bluffing with Alicia."
Song Ya shrugged, "It's actually very simple. You have also read the provisions of the telecommunications bill passed by the Senate. Everyone judges that if the bill is passed, competition and mergers and acquisitions in the cable industry will become more intense. The powerful African-American media people in here were packed into several small TV stations under his family, packed and packaged, and then sold to cable operators or TV networks at a premium. Last year, the broken TV station er was acquired by Comcast at a premium. Now, this should be able to recover a lot of blood, at least it will make me lose less!"
"It's a clever approach, but we just injected capital into the Inner City Broadcasting Company. If the Sutton family wants to do it so early, they won't give up the radio station." Goodman smiled bitterly.
"I know, that's why I refuse to buy it."
Song Ya reluctantly went around in the room, "So, Goodman, you go to Dingkins, let him find the police commissioner for help."
"This is a good help, if you don't buy the Inner City Broadcasting Company..." Goodman reminded: "Playing with Dingkins is not a good operation."
"I'll buy it, it won't work, there is a last resort. Isn't Gordon of BET always looking for me to invest and want to create a new black 24-hour news station? After I bought the Inner City Broadcasting Company, The senior media guys dug up my new TV station ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and then talked about cooperation with other companies besides the TCI cable network where BET is located on channel resources, etc." Song Ya said.
"The Johnson of BET will hate you." Hamlin said.
"The traditional media industry is not like the technology industry. This is not an emerging incremental market. The competition is a little bit more and I have less competition. If I want to enter the game, it is impossible to not sin at all. It depends on who can be bullied. "
Song Ya's eyes lighted, "Johnson is from the Elephant Party. The Donkey Party now needs a black media mouthpiece comparable to BET. The Inner City Broadcasting Company is the main radio station, Oprah is the main producer of variety shows and talk shows. There is some market space. And since Giuliani of the party has let off Motula so easily, then there is nothing for them to maintain our friendship!"
"APLUS, there is a news I think you should read it."
At this time Linda walked in and turned on the TV, “The father of former billionaire and actress Milla Jovovich was sentenced today for suspected Ponzi scheme. Mr. Jovovich was convicted of multiple fraud charges and was sentenced to 20 years in prison. The court ordered the refund of 77 million dollars of illegal gains in several fraud cases and imposed a fine of 150 million dollars...'
The TV announcer reported: ‘Even if you don’t know it in advance, the profits made by investors in the Ponzi scheme are illegal. New York prosecutors have begun to pursue recourse and called on some investors to voluntarily return the profits. ’
"This unlucky ghost, sure enough, the sentence was more serious than some murders."
Song Ya watched the ashes of Mila's father on the TV screen and murmured.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 701: ?Mila's advice
Latest URL: Mila, how are you? "
Song Ya took the initiative to call his ex-girlfriend, "I just saw the news..."
"What news? Oh, my father's case, right?" Mila was calm.
"Don't you know? The sentence was just announced today." Song Ya said, "Twenty years..."
"I talked to his lawyer beforehand, and I was probably mentally prepared. After his stupid Argentine lover's overseas account was traced and frozen, he lost all the bargaining chips for dealing with the prosecutor."
Mira shrugged, "But... it doesn't matter anyway, I'm in Rome."
"Rome? Are you still running a fashion show?" Song Ya asked.
"Of course, my modeling career seems to be turning around a bit. A good friend I met in Paris earlier is the daughter of a well-known fashion designer Anna Molinari. Do you know Anna Molinari?"
Mira was in a good mood, leaning lazily against the old stone wall outside the mansion, talking on the phone and taking out the cigarette case from her handbag.
"do not know……"
"Then Blumarine?"
"Oh, a good clothing brand."
"Well, this year this brand will open a high-end sub-line, named after AnnaMolinari. Her daughter Rosena will be responsible for the specific design and management. Rosena remembered my old friend, so she gave me the first The chance of the show was Rome Fashion Week in July. I came over to rehearse in advance and avoid the disgusting paparazzi in the US by the way."
Mira just put the slender lady's cigarette in her mouth, and the rubbing of flintstones sounded in her ears. She turned her head to see that a well-proportioned man with a strong Latin flavor and handsome appearance and bronze skin was holding a lighter She made her own courtesy, "Thank you, Zio." She knew each other, drew a cigarette and lighted it up, "Sorry, my side..."
"Oh, okay, you are busy, I am very pleased that you can face your father so maturely." Song Ya Zhiqu hung up the phone.
"Oh, Mira Mira Mira..."
Zio put away the lighter and shook his head with admiration. "I didn't expect you to return to the mainstream fashion circle again. You can always come back again and again. Next month, at the Colosseum in Rome, the open-air show is right. ?"
"Yes."
Mira squeezed a polite smile at him, and at the same time noticed that Zio was standing next to a blond and white girl who was taller than herself, with a big skeleton and a sweet smile like Monroe, her beautiful eyes fluttering and staring at herself intently. , "Your girlfriend?"
"Oh, no, we just..." the girl immediately tried to explain.
"I took her here for a stroll, and by the way, I tried to find a chance at Rome Fashion Week."
Zio smiled and hugged the girl's waist, "Charis, I'll introduce you, Miss Milla Jovovich, Milla, this is Charis Theron, from South Africa, recently developed in Hollywood."
"Hello." Mira stretched out her hand generously and shook the opponent.
"Then I won't bother you, let's talk to Rossena over there, how long is it from her first big show, one month?" Zio asked.
"Almost." Mira replied.
"Ok."
Zio left this remote corner with his arms around the girl, and walked towards the party crowd in the mansion, "Look, Charis, I will take you to the top stage of the fashion industry, and these front lines, even Supermodels are on the same show..."
Can you still count as the first line? Hearing this kind of subversive talk that the fashion industry is familiar with, Mila sneered slightly, and didn't save any naive and ignorant girl's thoughts. This kind of thing happened almost every day, and she was not surprised.
"Mira, hi."
Unexpectedly, the girl wandered back alone a few minutes later, "Why stay here and not go in and chat with everyone?"
"I like to be quiet."
Mira flicked the soot.
"Oh, then I will stay here for a while, okay?" the girl asked.
"Please."
The two chatted with each other. The girl named Charis was very fond of others. The two talked about gossip about the fashion industry for a while, and then turned the topic to the record industry.