"If you are in charge, is there any way to improve your business conditions?" Song Ya asked.
Roberto Clavier and Song Asheng had an idea, "Reduce staff, leaving only one pedal factory at most, five or so skilled workers, and outsource the non-technical pedal components to Brazil."
"Why outsource to Brazil?" Song Ya asked.
"Manpower is cheaper over there, and I have a way in Brazil." Roberto Clever replied.
Song Ya just remembered that Walter mentioned during the dinner, this guy’s family is a Brazilian landlord.
"Do you speak Chinese, do you have a way in China? The production cost in China seems to be cheaper, plus shipping costs are better than production in New Jersey." Roberto Clerwell smiled, "Have you heard of it? China Those rock-and-roll gangs are so poor that they have to secretly eat bread behind their backs, hahaha!"
"Chinese people don't eat bread..."
His words made Song Ya feel uncomfortable, "They eat steamed buns."
Roberto Klevell didn’t entangle this topic~www.mtlnovel.com~ Anyway, if you can’t lay off people, you will die together. If you want to buy this company, I will support it. Of course, our minority shareholders can’t help. . "
Ending the call, Song Ya called Hayden, "Can you buy Chinese rock records in the United States? You can get as many as you can and give it to me."
After dealing with these, he began to browse through a large pile of various emails.
"NRG?" He saw the name of a group. The three singer resumes were all sixteen or seven-year-old white girls. One of them was Fergie, who had a temperament similar to Cathy McGee, but with fleshy faces. A little more, a little more chest, a little bit of **** chin.
As the Wilson sisters and Phillips trio reached the top of the annual billboard list last year, countless adult lyrical white girl groups appeared in the United States. The world is like this. Whenever it becomes popular, people follow the trend, and supply exceeds demand. After that, the fate of these combinations can be imagined.
As Hayden said, the agent is sometimes like a human trafficker. The singer can only be sold everywhere like a fly without his head. His A+ records will receive such resumes from time to time.
Song Ya looked at the girl’s photo, and saw Kasidi wearing a Nordic sweater, sportswear and school uniform LOOK. He was a little moved. It has been a long time since he played with Mila in the South Pacific last time. Open meat.
A good girl classmate dare not touch, this kind of debut female singer shouldn't have any trouble after diving...
right?
He reached out to the agent's business card on his resume, hesitantly retracted it, "Forget it..." He finally resisted, just as he resisted Halle Berry's seduction several times. Forbearance till now, so what if I forbearance for a while? I forbearance, forbearance is calm for a while, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 88: Top offense
As he told Dilei, the first priority for A+ Records is to make RememberTheName. In early February, Dilei finished the new synthesis and produced a more complete accompaniment version.
Over the weekend, A+ Records also ushered in a distinguished guest, David Falke, the agent of Jordan and many NBA players.
It was he who contacted Hayden on the initiative. The clever words of Goodman when discussing the contract caused Donovan to be very angry. After returning to Los Angeles, he warned the top player agent and told him not to stretch his hands so much. long'.
David Falke, with a bewildered look, didn't know how to offend William Morris. After several inquiries through the relationship, he found out the initiator.
"Hahaha..."
After explaining the misunderstanding, the little Jew did not care about it to a large extent, "If my reputation can make Donovan take the initiative to lower the price, it will be worthwhile to spend so many years in this industry."
"We admire you and Jordan very much. He is the pride of Chicago." Song Ya complimented.
"Indeed, the Bulls have a good chance this year."
Speaking of Jordan, David Falke was very proud, "In fact, his annual salary is not worth yours."
Jordan's annual salary this season is 2.5 million, which is indeed not as high as Song Ya's annual salary, if you count the royalties that SBK will settle.
"But his commercial value is much higher than mine."
Jordan signed with Nike. This year it was also reported that he was negotiating with Coca-Cola and Gatorade. The advertising revenue has completely crushed Song Ya. Now, except for some small brands that are not on the stage, no big company asks Hayden for prices. .
"You are still young."
David Falk patted Song Ya on the shoulder.
Then Song Yala went to Al and Dilei to sang RememberTheName with the lyrics to Jordan.
"emmmmm……"
When it comes to business, David Falk won’t be so laughing and joking. He put his hand on his chin and muttered for a while, "Can you get rid of those few words FXXK in the lyrics?"
"It has been reduced to a minimum, David, you know, my rap lyrics are always very clean, RememberTheName is also a positive inspirational song, those few FXXK are just modal particles."
Song Ya is not going to cut the **** in this song, without those few FXXK, this song will lose a lot of flavor. And if the rap lyrics are too clean, they will be scolded by black DJs, and they will not please young white people. Middle-aged and old white people will not listen to rap music at all, and it is useless to please them.
"And that phrase He’saprick, He’sacock?" David Falck is not someone who can be fooled casually.
"That's just self-sarcasm..."
David Falk shook his head slightly, "Sorry, Jordan's image is everything to me."
"Ok."
Unexpectedly, Song Ya stretched out his hand, "I understand you David."
"There is a chance to cooperate again in the future."
"There will be."
Saying goodbye to each other in a friendly atmosphere, Song Ya returned to the recording studio and shrugged to Dile and Al, "Also, don't be half-hearted, just record our own version."
"Yeah." Dile and Al high-five each other, which is just what they want.
was recorded until 7:30 in the evening, and Big A came over.
"Damn, I forgot that today is Little Lori's farewell party." Song Ya scolded when he returned to the studio.
Little Lori sold the lakeside villa in Chicago, and today he booked the strip bar he often goes to to say goodbye to his friends in Chicago.
Al naturally didn't go, Song Ya and Dile put on their coats and went out, drove one after another with the big A, and rushed over there.
"What kind of **** said goodbye, it's just to find a reason for the whole night, and wait for me to block some wine Dilai."
Parked the car in the parking lot outside the bar. Song Ya really didn't want to go in. The first time he got drunk after crossing it was at this strip bar.
"Don't count on me, as a white man, I will go to sleep later when I get drunk, which can save a lot of trouble."
Dilai has prepared a coping strategy.
The two got out of the car with a wry smile, and joined the big A and walked to the door. They found a large group of people outside and the flashing lights of police lights.
"Hey hey, let the point open, let the point open, the big A will arrive! And AAAAAAPLUS!"
Big A led the little brother out of the crowd socially, "What's going on here today..." He saw Tony being escorted out of the door by two black police officers back tortured.
"WTH! To..." He didn't call out Tony's full name very vigilantly, "What's the matter!?" He asked Tony loudly.