"I'm not prepared..." Song Ya smiled and waved.
"Go." Mariah Carey pushed him out of the crowd.
"Say a few words to his family, just to officially announce our transaction." Rangel also persuaded.
"Alright alright……"
Song Ya saw everyone surrounding him, so he had to stand at the place that Old Jones had reserved for him, "Uh, where do I start..."
He smiled and bowed his head in thought, then smiled and said: "Let’s just say it from the beginning. I remember that when I was fifteen, I first came to Manhattan. At that time, I was just a poor kid in Chicago. Even the clothes on her body are second-hand..."
"It was Mimi who gave me firm support. We worked hard together on the road of music. She always encouraged me to work hard for a higher and more prominent position. Together we experienced many setbacks and difficulties, but we all persevered. Thank you Mimi..."
"And Steven and Mr. Jones, thank you for helping me gain a foothold in the music scene in New York..."
"Of course, there is also Mr. Dingkins. I firmly support your gorgeous mosaic idea of New York. The world is diverse..."
"I also miss the years when you managed New York. Mimi and I always appeared at the New Year's countdown event in Times Square, performing the song of Heart of the Empire..."
"I am also very grateful to Mr. Rangel for his hard work in Congress for the benefit of Manhattan and African Americans for many years. He has served everyone..."
"Of course there are Passy and Pierre, thank you for your hard service to the company over the years, and I believe we will cooperate very well in the future..."
After a speech, he opened his mouth and sprinkled the points frantically, "Thank you, thank you all." Song Ya was very satisfied with the conclusion.
"You are awesome, dear."
Mariah Carey's eyes were already staring up, and she nestled into her husband's arms admiringly.
Power is the best aphrodisiac. The eyes of the chief black figures in New York just now made him feel a little dazed, "Take me to the bathroom." Song Ya said in his wife's ear.
"Wow!"
Being taken to the door, Song Yaluo pushed in roughly, and the two men inside hurriedly finished, and hurriedly left with a smile.
"You're too much." She wanted to refuse, holding on to the sink, twisting her body in a light evening dress into an S-curve, gently biting her lip, and squeezing her long hair, "They will go out and talk nonsense. "
"What can outsiders say? We are husband and wife..."
Song Ya stared at her aggressively, admiring her and approaching step by step.
"Don't come over~www.mtlnovel.com~ Stay away from me..."
She touched the sink and retreated step by step, but her increasingly heavy breathing and violently undulating chest completely betrayed herself.
"Really? Sutton and his son announced at home just now? Are we out?"
On the other side of New York, Russell Simmons heard the news on the phone and said to Jones Jones with a complicated expression: "They have decided, and accept the APLUS injection."
"Fxxk, what am I talking about? Sutton and his sons have been using us to lower prices for APLUS!" Quincy Jones angrily smashed the magazine on the ground.
"Alright, anyway, one of our goals is to make that kid jump into the pit with more blood, right?"
Russell Simmons rolled his eyes and opened the door to greet the servant at home, "Bring in a bottle of champagne, I want to celebrate with Quincy, oh, yes..."
He thought for a while and wanted to call the servant, "Is there any real estate agent's phone number in Long Island? Let him call me."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 742: ?White House Tour
Now that the decision is made, Sutton and his sons can’t wait to sign the agreement that night, but because the entities involved in the Inner City Broadcasting Company’s assets are too complicated, Song Ya still uses the excuse that he will come to New York again when Netscape goes public on August 9th. Postpone it and leave Alicia with the final audit window.
"Did you see? Everyone at that night was satisfied with my capital injection. I don't remember where I saw the autobiography of a business celebrity. He said that only the more painful the negotiating opponent, the more he can prove that his deal is profitable. ."
On the private plane to Washington, Song Ya said to his political adviser, Ms. Sloan, "The attitude of these people shows that I may still be a bit at a loss."
"Everyone has their own troubles, don't they?"
Ms. Sloan hinted that he had gained other big benefits by injecting capital, "and it's too late to say this now."
"Yes, what do you think is the first problem I faced after owning that company?" Song Ya asked her for advice.
"Donations, the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation can receive a lot of donations every year. For foundations, individuals and companies owned by African descent, the trickle stream of pens has declined year by year after Dingkins resigns. If you can't stabilize this continuous blood loss The hole will become bigger every year.”
Sloan said: "Obviously, the Manhattan Gang is going downhill, and you can take on the task of arranging political helpers in the middle and giving those funds new reasons to continue investing in it?"
"I don't intend to get involved in that kind of thing."
Song Ya shook his head. He is a billionaire. It is too risky to do that kind of thing directly. "This is why I have been worried about the Apollo Theater before, but I am willing to let go of the management of Pierre Sutton. His father and son It's professional, and no one can change me at this time."
"Transform to a commercial company?" Sloan asked.
"Anyway, according to the plan submitted by Morningstar, we will split and sell some of the money-losing businesses."
Song Ya shook his head. "Wangel is certainly not happy to see the complete transformation of Inner City Broadcasting into a complete commercial company, and so does Dingkins. They also want to continue to use the influence of this company to serve as Senator David Pa. Patterson provides political support, and the future of the Manhattan Gang is all pinned on the politician with eye problems."
"What's their plan?" Sloan asked.
"For about two thousand years, David Patterson will run for the New York State Senate. It is difficult for two senators from each state to be vacant. There was a chance at that time." Song Ya replied, "I heard a few words during this period. The reason why Sutton and his sons set the deadline for surrendering management rights at the end of 1999 is not only because my 30 million may be burned out by that time. They must have fully studied this point in time, if that time The Manhattan Gang was really revived by David Patterson, and I may still not be able to drive away the father and son."
"This kind of strong state federal senator with extremely high exposure will have fierce competition. At least as far as I know, John F. Kennedy, the son of the former leader, has long aimed at this position. Little John is considered the most attractive man in the country. The Kennedy family has high hopes for him."
Ms. Sloan is not optimistic, "If you choose to support David Patterson at that time, you may be involved in the vortex of the top political power in the United States."
"It's still early, who knows what I evolved into at that time." Song Ya shook his head. For him, two thousand years are too far away, right? What about a federal senator?
"Honey, how about this one?"
Mariah Carey put on her clothes with the help of her assistant, and turned around beautifully, "Is it appropriate to be on the scene tomorrow?"
It was a Chanel dress. The upper third was white and the lower was black. It was very decent. "It's too suitable. I will wear this tomorrow." Song Ya was very satisfied.
"Humph." She sat down proudly on her little husband's lap. "What are you talking about with Ms. Sloan?"
"What else can we talk about, Inner City Broadcasting Company."