"Really?" Song Ya thoughtfully.
"APLUS." There was another person, this time it was Ms. Sloan, leading Pierre Sutton, and a black woman who was born, "Sorry to chase here to disturb you and your wife."
Sloan noticed that Mariah Carey was looking up and down with a vigilant look. "Is it convenient to talk? Pierre brought a new decision from the Inner City Broadcasting Company."
"Well, look, Mimi..." Song Ya looked at his wife embarrassedly.
"Humph." She lay on the sofa and refused to move.
"Then let's talk here, there is no secret between our husband and wife." Song Ya said to the visitor.
When Hayden took the opportunity to slip away, "APLUS, I apologize for our previous conflicts." Pierre Sutton seemed to have completely corrected his mentality in front of him, and said humbly: "We were in contact with Quincy Jones yesterday. However, the two sides have not reached an agreement for the time being."
"Why? Is it convenient to disclose?" Song Ya asked.
"They made conditions similar to those of Ms. Sloan's four requirements..." Pierre said.
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"Those follow the trend." Song Ya casually popped out the new words he had just learned contemptuously.
"What?" Pierre Sutton didn't understand.
"CopyCat, forget it, don't care about this..."
"Mr. Dingkins and I decided to deepen our negotiations with you. First of all, we are willing to do the first point in the request, that is, to formally provide you with information on the actual assets, liabilities, and equity structure of the Inner City Broadcasting Company. And all current operating, litigation, guarantee and tax risks of the affiliated company..."
Pierre was empty-handed, "But before that, I want to confuse you with some of the contents that we cannot provide in the official documents. Uh, these contents need to be strictly confidential."
Song Ya asked for instructions again, this time with his wife's permission, "Then follow me." He got up and took Pierre and Ms. Sloan to the small room.
It seems that the Inner City Broadcasting Company has indeed been driven to a dead end. This time Pierre very frankly and actively disclosed some interest transfer relationships that cannot be left in white and black evidence, such as the Federal Representative Ranger in the room before, and the fund he manages The meeting is the biggest recipient of the Apollo Theater’s profits. It’s no wonder that yesterday, he and Passy Sutton abandoned the previous suspicion and met himself with the other three of the Manhattan Quad at the Comptroller’s House.
Of course, these benefits transfers are not all dirty deals. Inner City Broadcasting Corporation will also be responsible for providing care to the families of the victims who were killed in the early years, especially when the affirmative movement reached its peak in the 1960s, such as Marko, who was more radical than Dr. King. MalcolmX (MalcolmX) was shot and killed by extreme white men in six to five years. The Inner City Broadcasting Corporation allocates some money every year to take care of his widow.
In the early morning, after the meeting, he sent Pierre away and walked with Ms. Sloan on the private beach a little bit sorrowfully. "The things Pierre provided were shocking. These surviving black politicians enjoyed the best of the martyrs. It’s good to go, but now it’s basically completely corrupted. For example, these guys who use the inner city broadcasting company for profit. Maybe Malcolm Ax’s saying, “The biggest enemy of black people is the white leftist” is right, don’t look at the donkey now. The mainstream factions of the party are all pleased with black politicians, but in fact they are raising them with another attitude of looking down and pitying, which is no different from the cats and dogs at home. These politicians have no backbone and are willing to use the special treatment brought by the affirmative movement for themselves. For profit..."
"Do you want to change all of this?" Ms. Sloan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"NO! I don't have that big ambition, just follow the trend."
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"Since the Inner City Broadcasting Company is willing to meet our first requirement, let Alicia and Morningstar start the valuation process after they get the real information they provide." Song Ya made a decision.
"My dear?" Mariah Carey appeared behind them sharply.
"Then I'm leaving, goodbye APLUS, goodbye, Mrs. Song." Ms. Sloan left with a wink.
"Look at you, did you see this this time? We are really working together."
Song Ya hugged his wife and complained ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Really, you are too fond of girls. "She pouted: "Look, it's been a long time since we broke up. Ex-girlfriends are still tearing each other..."
"What does that have to do with me."
Song Ya said, there was a scene of Mira holding Luc Besson in his mind again, and the heart seemed to be separated by something, very uncomfortable.
The wife snorted proudly in her arms.
"By the way, Mimi, come..."
He remembered Hayden's words again, and went to pick up Sony's new digital camera, "Come here."
"What are you doing?"
"Look, now we can also make some commemorative short videos of ourselves, you lower, lower, um, good..." He carried the camera, and the lens gradually moved from a parallel angle to directly below.
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Entering July, Netscape’s IPO has entered the most critical period. Song Ya needs to often follow Jim Clark and Bacchus to help build momentum, and then accept some financial and technological media interviews alone, as well as record MVs and help Dow light sticks. I was very busy with advertisements and other chores, and it was rare to spare half a day to visit Robb at Xuelinfenna.
"One." Little Robb replied milkily.
"Is this one?" Song Ya asked, pointing to the three apple patterns on the early education book.
"One."
"One, two, three, three apples." Song Ya frowned.
"One one one."
Little Robb clicked apples one by one, then looked at him blankly with his eyes wide open.
"It seems not very smart..." He was a little disappointed.
"He is just over a year old!"
Xue Linfen, who was lying on the sofa next to him, put down and protested, "When you were this old, you could count?"
"I don't remember, but the child's education must be carried out." Song Ya raised the cover of Yangzao's teaching to her, "I bought it for one and a half year old children. As a mother, don't you worry about it?"
"So you are now a parenting expert?" Xue Linfen retorted, "I know how to raise children."
"You are completely stocking."
"Ha! I will stay with him every day at least..."
The two murmured a few words. Little Robb cried. She came and hugged her son to coax him. She fell asleep within a few minutes and handed it to the nanny to take him away. "I heard Tim say you have received the new announcement? "Song Ya asked.
"It doesn't count, just to be a guest star in the NBC TV series Friends." She replied.
"It's not bad. The ratings of that show are very high, and it's not all too much to go to guest stars over there."
"Don't say if you can't speak, OK?"
She was not happy to hear the word anger, and went to the makeup mirror to sit down and pull her hair.
"Waiting for the cat and mouse game to be released..."
"Who would count on a supporting role for the future?" she said.
"What's wrong with you today? It doesn't seem to be right." Song Ya stood behind her.
"Someone is pursuing me recently, a photographer I knew in the crew before." Xue Linfen answered naturally.