"No, what did you give?" Song Ya didn't know she would give something beforehand.
"Your family ticket for the New York concert at the end of the year and the MTV unplugged concert." She replied.
Uh, the choice is quite appropriate? The gift is not of high value, but it's heartwarming.
"It's better to tell me in advance next time..."
I was reminding in a low voice, "Hi, Mrs. Flock, we meet again." She already squeezed her throat and hugged Alicia, "Thank you for your help to my husband."
"Thank you too for Mr. APLUS's generosity, Mrs. Song." Alicia was a little tight in her arms, and she passed her eyes across her shoulders to Song Ya quietly handing over a signal of inquiry.
The female assistant was still staring at the side, Song Yazhuang didn't see it.
"Is this Ms. Sloan? Oh, you are so beautiful." She went to hold Sloan again.
"Is this a stereotype?"
Sloan is a staunch feminist and doesn't appreciate it. "I hope that my professional performance will be recognized by you."
"Hehe, no, you are really beautiful." She turned her head after answering, and quietly rolled her eyes at Song Ya.
"Hey..." Song Ya was silly.
"Thank you, then." Sloan shook her hands again.
"Hello, hello..." She shook hands with the others in the conference room.
"APLUS..."
Pierre Sutton poked his head over from the door and saw Mariah Carey, "Wow, Mrs. Song is here too, just so come to my office to sit down?"
"Hey, Pierre."
She came back to hug Pierre, "Long time no see."
"Long time no see, why? Would you two jointly accept an interview with our radio station?" Pierre took the opportunity to invite.
"Okay, when? As long as it doesn't affect APLUS and I to go to the White House to meet with the chief, hehe." She showed.
"No, what about the afternoon?"
"Yes, but don't play a surprise attack."
"No, we are our own..."
Pierre took the two to his conference room, "I admire the professional APLUS of your team, but..." He poured the wine and said, "I still have to tell you that your team helped you figure it out. There is a certain gap between the asking price and your opponent."
"Thank you."
Song Ya took the amber whiskey glass casually, "I have spent a lot of money on this team, I trust them Pierre, of course, it is your right to accept whose offer is yours, I have no intention to say anything."
After reaching a secret deal with Federal Representative Rangel, Pierre was actually unable to be the master, but he probably didn't know yet, Song Ya also had no intention of poking it face to face.
"I hate my dear..."
Mariah Carey spoke again, "The Beverly Hills mansion I fancy also needs this money. Can't you follow my idea?"
Song Ya was amused by the trick he helped to bargain, and deliberately cooperated with a straight face, "Stop making trouble, I really think we have endless money!?"
"I want to buy it, I want to buy it." He shook the hem of his little husband's T-shirt, acting like a baby.
"Okay, okay, really! Pierre is looking at us, if this sale does not make a purchase, okay?"
"It's about the same."
She blinked with Pierre on her back to ask for credit, turned her head back and said pretentiously: "I'm sorry Pierre, our house in Malibu is too small. You have been to the beach, although there are good beaches... but my movie in Hollywood It’s about to be released, and there is a special need for a viewing room, just like the ones in Highland Park and Bedford House."
"I understand, I understand."
How could Pierre fail to see it, so he had to squeeze a smile in response, "In short, we still tend to cooperate with your husband and wife. In this way, there is a salon in my house in the evening. Both Mr. Dingkins and Mr. Rangel will be there. Let’s go together. Both of them are busy people like you. We hope that the business can be negotiated as soon as possible. We’d better decide on our general intentions today."
"Your team has no new ideas about the capital injection contract, right? APLUS." He asked.
"It should be gone." Song Ya nodded.
"Agreement as soon as possible can also save you some labor costs, I know they are very expensive." Pierre Sutton said.
"Haha, yes, that group of people just sit there and do nothing, they burn me and Mimi's tens of thousands of dollars every day."
Song Ya smiled.
"Come on that night, I'll call Mr. Dingkins."
"Cheers! Cheers!"
In the afternoon during the interview at the New York main station, the host slapped his beard all the way. In the evening, the two appeared again in the neighbor of Bedford Hill, at the house of Passy Sutton. Choosing themselves, Sutton and his son did not resist, and everyone happily opened champagne.
"When the capital injection is completed, you will soon have four directors for APLUS. At the end of the year, the board of directors re-elects me and Dorothy will also support you. The chairman is not surprisingly yours."
Dingkins and Dorothy’s black women’s television stations each have a board of directors. On the 11-person board of directors, plus Song Ya’s four seats, the chairman of the Inner City Broadcasting Company of Passy Sutton can be successfully re-elected. Of course, this is when everyone has a tacit understanding, "but Pierre will still be responsible for the management of the specific company until the re-election at the end of 1999. We have agreed." Dingkins said.
"Well, it's good."
Song Ya raised the wine glass to give a guarantee, "I wish us smooth cooperation."
"Smooth cooperation."
Everyone drank a glass of wine together, "APLUS, you will be the king of black media in Manhattan after this deal is concluded. It is enviable to achieve this achievement at such a young age." Dorothy who came from Baltimore complimented.
When a New Yorker introduces himself to a foreigner, if he says he is from New York, he will most likely come from the countryside of the Greater New York area. If he introduces himself from New York City, he will most likely come from Brooklyn and Queens, while a Manhattanite will usually say directly He comes from Manhattan and is a real city person, so this hat Song Ya wears quite comfortable, especially to Mariah Carey, who grew up in New York, "Remember? At that Grammy celebration dinner , I said I was going to be the queen of New York, but I didn't expect to achieve it in this way." She leaned on Song Ya and looked at her husband with infatuation.
"The black media is nothing but the real king of New York."
Song Ya pretended to force his wife.
"Anyway, congratulations, I couldn't imagine today at that time." She said.
"Congratulations, this belongs to us."
Song Ya touched her a glass, "By the way, drink less dear."
"Hate, double standard!"
"APLUS, Miss Kelly!"
Today Passy Sutton invited a lot of African celebrities from New York to the house. NAS's father Old Jones and Atlantic Records black executive Steven were also invited. The two old men had already drunk a lot and came over with champagne glasses. "Damn it, can you imagine it? Jones, APLUS is going to take down the Inner City Broadcasting Company!"
"It's capital injection..." Song Ya smiled and reminded the yelling Steven.
"M-Fxxk cares about him, I know you can do it, since I first saw you in the record company, I knew that your kid can make a big deal!" Steven hugged him and said loudly.
Uh, I remember that your old boy was uncomfortable with the bones in my eggs, saying that I was a white sparkling mixed blood, and hiring a white agent to pick up a white girl is not his own? Don't think I don't remember! Song Ya thought carefully.
"Talk to everyone APLUS! Hey, everyone, everyone!"
Old Jones ran to the spiral staircase of Sutton’s house and knocked on the cup. “Everyone knows that I like APLUS very much. My son, NAS, and he are brothers for many years. Let us applaud him and say something to everyone. What about the sentence?"
"This old thing drank too much..." Dingkins robbed him of his life, and the former New York mayor mumbled dissatisfiedly.