"Yes."
Song Ya took out a bunch of miscellaneous items brought back from New York to the corner of honor in the office. There were second-hand stores and copies of certified platinum records to De Klerk, and a bunch of trophies for small awards before the Grammys. , Best rookie singer, best songwriter or something. If Song Ya was willing, he could bring back more. He ignored the small awards that he had to go to the scene to receive the awards in person, and the pheasant awards that paid a sum of money in advance to give out the trophy.
"Wow, it's more grand now."
Al went around in the office. Taking advantage of the opportunity of running publicity, Song Ya asked Song Asheng to ask an interior designer to decorate the whole place well. New furniture, new boss desk, new sofa, and hanging on the wall Elk antlers are all available.
"Yes."
Song Ya took out the photo frame from her bag and placed it next to the same photo frame on the boss’s desk. It was a group photo of him, Mariah Carey, Walter and others at dinner. Four men and one woman gathered around the table to watch. Smiling happily to the camera, the atmosphere is very warm. In addition to taking photos with his family, the other frames also include the "grand-grandson love" with Mandela, a group photo with the couple at the dinner party with Federal Councillor Underwood, as well as with Michelle and the Baptist priest. Group photo of people under the banner of equal rights rally.
There is also a photo of Zhang with Rakim, professors, NAS and other New York rappers in the nightclub. Seeing the gang gestures in the hands of the classmates behind them, Song Ya shook his head and threw the frame into the drawer.
In fact, in the South Pacific, he took a lot of photos with Mira on the beach, but they haven’t been washed out yet. He didn’t want to hand over those “cool” negatives to some street printing shop. I can hide the film at home and see if I have a chance to get a darkroom to do it myself.
"Dila, you only have one task next, to get the synthetic sounds that RememberTheName will use." He ordered.
"Understand."
Dile took in a lot of agent business cards and various singer resumes stuffed in through the cracks of the door, and threw them on the boss’s desk. “You should hire a front desk, preferably someone like Old Joe Music Carl. Yes, anyhow it can deter Big A and them."
He has been dissatisfied with the big A harassing female singers who come to A+ records to find opportunities.
Even if the harassment is gone, the big A is still cheating. He and his little brothers have succeeded many times by taking advantage of the inexperienced girls' silly and unclear relationship between 401 and 401A, relying on bragging and helping to publish movies. .
"Receptionist, assistant, one needs to shake the big A, and the other needs to be able to open nightclubs all over the meter, it is not easy to find."
Song Ya scratched his head in distress. Nancheng has no shortage of such people, but he still has no one he can trust. "Big A is very useful for me, and I can’t make the relationship stale yet."
After four weeks of publicity for small and medium-sized black DJs, Song Ya practiced Cooper’s theory of bringing goods well, and spent a total of about $200,000, which was exactly equal to his cash income, and brought the single to The eighth highest bulletin board, platinum sales. The big A is very hardworking, and he can eat well in Chicago and Detroit. The next release of RememberTheName will have to use him. From another perspective, if it weren't for the big A to get those girls from Song Ya and other benefits, he would definitely not work so hard.
"Also, the cost of producing a synthetic sound for A+ Audio is very high, and there are almost no external customers except A+ Records. What's the matter?"
He asked Dile, the other party was still holding the salary of the general manager of A+ Audio.
Di Lai was also very upset about this. The company couldn’t make a profit. Song Ya promised to reward him with a lot of money in the mirror, and he couldn’t see it. “We don’t have enough synthetic sound reserves. Big record companies usually buy package licenses. , They won’t count it with us one by one."
"Then? Is there any solution?"
"Unless we acquire a relatively large synthetic sound copyright library, at least the market share should be higher than 3%~www.mtlnovel.com~Uh..."
Song Ya knew that it would not be a small amount of money, "I won't consider this for now, unless there is a good opportunity."
Dile also knew the reality. He and Al started to get busy. In addition to tossing on synthetic sound, the two had to practice rap. Al was the best of the three. After all, he was Lori’s partner, Song Yaci. By the way, Dile used to play rock and roll, and has lost his singing skills for many years after switching to a keyboard player. Fortunately, the threshold for rap is not high, so there shouldn't be any major problems with practice.
Back to school, Song Ya went directly into the classroom.
He does not participate in the opening ceremonies, Christmas balls, and some social activities among students. This is a good discussion with the school, and it is convenient for the other party to ask for leave.
But this time back to school, the attitude of the students towards him has been completely different.
The songwriter is naturally a cultural personality. The students of private schools are in good backgrounds and can be treated with a normal mind. But now Song Ya has become a singer, and he is also the first single, platinum singer. You must know NWA’s The old singer Cooper only got a gold record on his last album, which is still a long way from platinum sales.
"Hi! APLUS!" As soon as they entered school, regardless of black and white, the female classmates took the initiative to greet them and winked.
Even male classmates, such as Brad, who had been bullied, came over with a piece of paper and ink in his hand, "Can you sign a name for me? I want it for my sister."
Song Ya could only smile generously and took out a pen to sign for him.
"Mine, I want too!"
"Help my mom sign one too, APLUS!"
One person succeeded, and there were countless followers. The students rushed to each other, and instantly surrounded Song Ya in iron buckets.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 83: Really red
After class, students from neighboring classes and even other grades kept coming over after hearing news. Song Ya's hands were sour. At noon, it almost caused riots in the cafeteria, and order was restored under the pressure of the vice principal.
"It seems that my choice is correct, writing a hundred platinum singles is not as famous as the singer in front of the stage..."
Song Ya, who confirmed that she was really red, sneaked into the squash court to avoid the crowds after school.
swings the racket and smashes the squash ball on the wall again and again, only the boring swing and ‘Boom! Bang! 'sound.
After finally cleaning up, "Hi, APLUS." The white girl who flirted her last time appeared again.
"Hi……"
Song Ya had no choice but to slap the ball to the corner and greeted the girl with her hands behind her back. The white shorts and T-shirt sports attire gave her good figure at a glance. Her tall chest fluctuated violently, and she didn't know whether it was tired from playing. It's still because of tension.
"I'm in the badminton club over there." She pointed outside.
"Cool."
After experiencing the Halle dentist incident, Song Ya knew that this kind of sending children into a good private middle-class family had a little social energy in the local area. Besides, there is an old saying that rabbits don’t eat grass at their nests. It is clear that the other party is interested, he still chooses to play stupid. , This kind of girl is not so easy to get rid of.