Goodman now knows the entertainment circle very well, "Since Ovitz is talking directly, people like him don’t have the time to bargain with you at 1%, 0.5%, and 9% should be the final offer. If Reese’s offer can be cheaper...it depends on how you choose, cheaper, William Morris, better service, CAA."
"How is this person like Ovitz?" Song Ya asked. The other party just took the initiative to show Chinese and he liked him very much, at least it means that he really values himself.
"The top agent, in order to make a business, can climb up to the conference table to dance to customers. He is also a top businessman. His many innovative designs have made CAA a rising star a towering tree."
Goodman replied: "Of course he would be terrible when he showed his fangs. Also, he likes oriental culture, Chinese and books. I heard that he is familiar with Sun Tzu's Art of War. CAA even found Feng Shui when building its headquarters. The husband is helpful. He is a good friend of the book. Sony bought Columbia and Panasonic bought MCA. He has made great efforts. You must know that it can affect the big business of the two governments. At present, the whole country is full of hatred for the book. It is not easy to make these two businesses."
"Mikan?"
Song Ya suddenly came up with these two words in his mind, but immediately threw off the idea with a smile, and reached a large acquisition of several billion dollars, and the commission alone could get tens of millions of dollars. And which country is the two acquisitions? It's hard to say that it will benefit more.
Anyway, there is still time before the brokerage contract expires. Song Ya is not in a hurry. He does not even plan to pass the CAA offer to William Morris. He has to wait for the other party to take the initiative~www.mtlnovel.com~Uh..."
Goodman saw that he got up and wanted to leave. He hesitated, and said, "The agency will not be polite to clients who change jobs. Be careful that they collect your illicit materials. Of course, you are still young, creative, and have no idol baggage. There is no big contradiction with them either, they generally don't do it that way."
Song Ya stopped and thought for a while, he was not afraid of William Morris, but William Morris should be afraid of himself. After all, he didn't have the burden of idols, but Mila had them, and they had high hopes for Mila. As for the black material, I am more careful than Hayden, what black material can I have?
"Thanks, Chuck."
He stretched out his fist and touched Goodman behind his desk.
In any case, there is still half a month's publicity schedule to run. When he is on the way, he will discuss the lyrics of ‘Remember TheName’ with Walter Afanagif.
"You can say that this song is a tribute to Jordan, but it's best not to mention Jordan's name in the lyrics, mentioning him, there will be a lot of trouble in the follow-up, Jordan's agent David Falk is not a good stubborn." Walt Said.
"The manager? Is that great?" Song Ya is very sensitive to the word manager now, "and my song is touted Jordan."
"Very powerful. Have you heard what two Davids said? The other David is NBA commissioner David Stern. You think you are touting Jordan, and the other party may think you are using him to hype. Don't take any risks." Walter warned.
"Ok."
Song Ya originally wanted to elevate the style of the whole song from talking about the internal affairs of the rap group to the sports level, but now that this idea is a bit problematic, maybe the skeleton of the original word is very good.
"In that case, it won't change much." He made a decision.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 81: Share the worries for Motura
In the last week of the promotion, Song Ya returned to New York.
"This week."
In the back room of a small gold shop in China Street, Brooklyn, Song Ya threw a small handbag to NAS, "Say hello to Rakim for me."
NAS opened the handbag and roughly dialed a neat stack of twenty and fifty dollars in it, totaling twenty thousand. "Yeah." He nodded, zipped up the zipper, and stuffed it into his arms.
"Okay, let's go out."
Song Ya patted him on the shoulder, and the two walked to the store, Dila and Al were discussing with the Chinese proprietress holding the design drawings.
"Golden, yes, the necklace should be thick, and the two letters A+ on the tag should be covered with rhinestones. We want the feeling of blingbling, and we will set three."
The gold chain given by Lao Qiao was robbed by a Cuban. Singing a rap song like RememberTheName is nothing like that. I heard that black hip-hop singers make jewelry in this shop. Song Ya took advantage of coming to New York and designed it by herself. The tag is set, one for each of the three lead singers.
"Choose one too, NAS." When paying the bill, Song Ya saw NAS eagerly looking around in the glittering shop, and said politely.
"Really?" NAS looked at him.
"Yeah, it's all tired of logging, you're welcome..." Song Ya took out the checkbook and shook him.
NAS pointed to a thick gold chain on the wall and asked the lady boss to take it down.
"You kid...you're really not being polite to me..." Song Ya's face turned black, and her mouth became "cool." According to the total price calculated by the boss, he signed the check.
"YO……"
NAS put the gold chain around his neck, "Tired of logging, ah..." He made a lot of affection, and took the initiative to stretch out his fist. Song Ya touched him, and he patted the handbag in his arms, "I will do your business. Finished."
"It's all up to you." Song Ya waved and watched him go out.
"APLUS, come, let's take a picture." The proprietress took out the camera.
Song Ya pushed down Al's arm that was in contrast to the GD gang gesture, and took a picture with her.
was tapping, the pager rang, it was Walter.
"Come to the headquarters, Mr. Motula wants to see you." Walter said concisely.
Song Ya hurried to Columbia Records headquarters. In the palace-like office on the top floor, he met the tall and handsome head of Columbia Records.
"APLUS, your first order is good, congratulations." Motura walked out from behind the desk and held out her hand.
"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Motura." Song Ya shook his hand.
"Sit down."
Motula led him to sit on the sofa on the other side of the office. "The bulletin board will be ninth in the third week, and it may fall to the eighth in the fourth week. It is very stable. I heard from the sales department that it will soon reach a platinum record Is it?"
"Yes."
"The tricks you used are very simple and effective, did you know? If it were me, I wouldn't release Ifeelitcoming alone. I would just let it lie quietly on the album and make a strong single."
"This is my first single after all."
"I know, I know your psychology very well, so I greeted Philby in Philadelphia, did you see his short comment in Rolling Stone?"
"I saw it, he sneered at me."
"Haha..." Motula laughed, "Sometimes the truth is reversed, don't you think that after he said so, the hatred of MJ fans towards you disappeared? The third and fourth weeks have a lot of sales. I watched Philby’s short commentary and contributed by MJ fans."
"That's how it is." Song Ya understood in an instant, it seemed to be the reason.
"I heard Walter said that you are preparing for the second song? Do you still want to release a single?"
"Yes, the second song will be a rap song."
"Pay attention to control. There are more than a dozen songs on an album. You cannot release a single for every capital. Five songs should be the upper limit."
"I know."
The two chatted for a while, and Motura walked to the bar, "Bourbon? Gin? Or tequila?"