Chicago 1990

In the early morning, Song Ya sat with David Geffin in the shadows for a drink, and listened to the negotiations with his men.

"Why isn't Dion Wilson on the list?"

Only the lamp on the round table in the middle of the suite was on, and Ms. Sloan sat across from an old white man who felt very stubborn.

The old white man rummaged through the documents and asked that he should be an absolute confidant of David Geffen.

"Why do you ask?" Linda's voice came from the hands-free landline.

"what?"

The old white man put his mouth close to the microphone and repeated it in an accentuated tone, "Dion Wilson! Your music director and production director of A+ Records, isn't he included in the deal?"

"Dion is not a singer. His management position is not very restrictive. Record producers are always free. He sometimes makes records for singers from other record companies." Linda replied.

The old white man looked at David Geffen.

"We need Dieng, at least let him stick to his post until after the turbulent period after the transaction, I think the success of A+ Records has a lot to do with this music director, right? APLUS." David Geffen asked Song Ya.

"Of course, he has participated in almost all of our recordings since he joined the company."

Song Ya replied: "I will try my best to convince him, but he has a small net worth now, so... I can't give you a 100% guarantee."

"Can't you sign up for a singer to tie him up?"

The old white man asked again: "He is trying to use the stage name NOI.D. to quietly release an underground rap single to test the water? He should have a release plan next year, right?"

"Uh..." Linda was speechless.

In the future, you don’t know, the current situation of A+ Records is quite clear, "Almost, NOI.D. is Dion’s name on the contrary,..."

The other party came prepared, and the little tricks were still, Song Ya generously admitted to Linda who didn't know how to respond.

"So after talking to him about the contract, add it to the deal," the old white man said.

"At that time, the new A+ Records will leave him with an executive vice president position." David Geffen added.

Song Ya nodded to Sloan, who was looking at him, "OK." Sloan agreed, and the old white man wrote pens on the document.

"And Milla Jovovich?" the old white man asked again.

"Mila will have two major heroine movies released next year. The new album is just for fun, so she will be assigned to another small record company under the name of APLUS, which is more free for her." Linda replied.

"We don't want to let Milla go."

The old white man continued to expose the lie: "I have a friend who has heard Milla sing a new song written for her by APLUS on the Florida studio. The pop rock music style is catching up with the trend, and we like it very much. And the A+ record has been for Mila. I have prepared a very good band team, which is expensive, right? I don’t think you are going to play tickets with her."

"So far, Mila has not released any albums or singles on A+ Records, nor does any track have the copyright under the A+ Records name. Her five-year singer will only take effect until the beginning of next year, but it will not be included In this transaction."

Sloan refused: "There is no such thing as'letting go'."

"We can increase the amount of some acquisitions because of her."

After getting permission from David Geffen, the old white man said: "APLUS, because we know your character, we will definitely write songs for the ex-girlfriend who is back in our arms, and praise her... Her singing skills are very bad, but we trust you as a creation. Genius, it is expensive to raise a rock accompaniment team of that level for nothing, so those songs and even the entire album already exist and have been planned. Is my analysis correct?"

"Former ex-girlfriend."

Song Ya was not very happy to correct him, "It seems that you already know my company well. If you can care more about my troubles and make more suggestions, it would be better."

"I am in this line of APLUS. After I sold most of the shares in Geffen Records that year, many people laughed at me for making a money-losing transaction, because after Universal obtained Geffen Records, they immediately took out Nirvana..."

David Geffen laughed and said: "But now? The hot money for books and Europeans is gone, piracy is rampant, the record industry has become sluggish, people who laughed at me started to tout my original foresight... Everyone is right. Every big acquisition in the recording industry has become trembling, and we can't help but not do adequate investigations beforehand."

"The current offer is 50% of the 75 million A+ record. The transaction list includes the full set of equipment in the three recording studios including'Deep Sea', and the land you prepared for the new headquarters in the outer suburbs of Chicago. Except. The old record copyrights that you have shared with Sony Columbia Records also include those old records of Old Joe Music, and some of the copyrights of Little Lowry’s first album..."

The old white man picked up the newly prepared document and read: "We will also pay the top 60 million signature fee, APLUS. This money is actually for all current A+ record singers, but will declare that it belongs to you only. People, so that the news will come out to completely establish your position as a top superstar. Then you will allocate the money yourself. As long as you can ensure that everyone’s contract exchange goes smoothly, we will recognize it."

"It still doesn't sound very satisfactory." Ms. Sloan said.

"Give me the list of singers."

David Geffen got up and went to the round table and glanced at the documents briefly, "We want Mira, then foxyBrown can give up and take your new company. This female Rapper in Brooklyn, New York is very uncontrollable, and Geffen The record base camp is in California."

"How are you talking with Ovitz?" he asked.

"The progress is slower than here." Song Ya replied.

"The signing fee of 60 million is not the top limit. The long-term contract signed by MJ and Sony Columbia Records last time is far more than this." Linda's voice came from the hands-free, "Not to mention APLUS alone."

"That was the mess of money from the book back then, now? It's impossible even for MJ." David Geffen said.

"There is a number that can be shared between MJ and Madonna, that is, the singers are divided. APLUS's creative ability is actually worth 20% more than them." Linda added.

"can."

David Geffen very heartily agreed, "It can even be a bit higher, 21%? Maybe you don't know that when MJ signed a long-term contract with Benzi, he had a hard and fast rule that he must be from the United States. Among the first-line singers, the one with the highest percentage of singers must be automatically matched by a new contract if it is surpassed by other singers.

He laughed and said: "Maybe this trick can make Motula a little headache, because after we sign the contract, MJ will definitely clamor for a contract change. As the manager of MJ, he will be caught between the company and the singer. "

Look, don’t you start to scatter eagles when you see a rabbit?

"The book would actually agree to such a request? Haha, let's break more news, Mr. Gefen." Song Ya also smiled.

"So we settled?" David Geffen asked.

"Uh, I prefer the number eight."

"Yes." After David Geffen and the old white man looked at each other, he agreed, "Fax back to the U.S. and leave the work to the lawyers. After the official signing, Universal Records and I will firmly support you. Don't worry. , APLUS."

"Then I thank you in advance." Don't worry, I won't sell A+ records. Song Ya shook hands with him.

The next day in Boston, near the Harvard University campus.

"Don't follow me, don't follow me, Pierre!"

Quincy Jones was annoyed by Pierre Sutton, "I'm here to see my daughter, I don't work now!"

The old man walked quickly into the new villa he had just bought here, trying to shut Pierre outside, but he failed.

"Quincy, you can't do this! I heard that you created obstacles for Atlantic Records to pursue APLUS within Warner. Can't you forget the contradiction with him after so many years?"

Pierre Sutton chased the door with a briefcase and asked, "Otherwise, he won't have no choice but to sign the alliance with David Geffen."

"Why forget? I'm an old man, and that kid has never respected me since he was fifteen. Many people in Warner don't like him. See how he tossed Sony Columbia Records!"

Quincy Jones retorted, "I just said a few bad things about him during the meeting. I can't be the master of Warner Records. Your Inner City Broadcasting Company is well informed!"

"That's it? We black people should watch and help each other, you are a betrayal! APLUS is being attacked by white people in the media industry and you are still in trouble!"

Pierre Sutton yelled at him: "Didn't APLUS make a lot of money for Sony Columbia Records!?"

"Ha! Look, look, this is the beginning of moral kidnapping."

The old man was even more angry, saying, "You Manhattan Gang will do this!"

"Don't think I don't know you are proud of you now, Quincy."

Pierre Sutton said: "2PAC is dead. His mother is a well-controlled worm. Sugnat is about to go to jail. Now your daughter Kedada is an ex-girlfriend of 2PAC, and your son Jones III is a former death row record. Signed singers, as long as you have a random confession with Derry and Snoop Dogg who have been secretly and closely with you recently, you have a firm grasp of the right to interpret the death of 2PAC, and you can sit down and make deals with certain people. I Is your guess right?"

"You guys in the media are well informed. I don't care. It's not that I haven't been scolded by MJ fans for many years. I am used to it. Whatever you say with your mouth." Quincy Jones poured himself a full glass of wine.

"At least help APLUS clarify."

Pierre Sutton said: "Don't think I didn't know you sent Rashida to blackmail APLUS with this."

"Why help him clarify? He doesn't respect me." Quincy Jones was unwilling.

"Then you look a bit like an old black musician!" Pierre Sutton raised the volume again.

"Let the kid come and beg me personally. By the way, I apologize to Rashida by the way and dare to bully my daughter..."

"You old Nger..."

"Hey, didn't that kid say he never accepts threats?"

Quincy Jones drank a big sip of wine, and the more annoyed Pierre, the better his mood, "Don’t think I don’t know, you just created his opposition at the Inner City Broadcasting Company, and invested in XXL magazine against his will. My VIBE is playing against the stage..."

"This is not a matter of level. Now we must support the black light."

"Go ahead, go ahead, give me this old man a little clean, thank you."

"you!"

"Daddy!" The two were with their mouths, and Rashida Jones came in in Harvard uniforms. "You can hear you arguing with people outside the door. Be careful of your blood pressure."

"I didn't quarrel, I was fine." Quincy Jones was irritating to Pierre, "Send me Mr. President Sutton."

"APLUS is very vengeful Quincy."

Pierre Sutton had nothing to do with the old guy, so he had to leave a word and walk out.

"Wait, is it for APLUS, Mr. Sutton? I just heard something outside the door..."

Rashida Jones suddenly stopped him, "Actually, it is easy to clarify his murder suspicion..."

"No, you..."

Quincy Jones couldn't understand his daughter anymore, "Rashida!" He sternly stopped, "Why do you want to help that nasty little Nger!?"

Rashida didn’t listen to his father~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and continued: “At that time, APLUS found the 2PAC mother through Malcolm X’s widow and asked her for help, asking her son to delete the song Hit\'emUp. Diss own lyrics in it, right?"

"Yes, I'm the middleman." Pierre Sutton nodded.

"Shut up!" Quincy Jones yelled at his daughter.

Rashida Jones ignored him, "The mother of 2PAC found the lyrics of Hit\'emUp and read it. She was very angry. She slapped 2PAC at home and told him that APLUS people are very good, and his son shouldn’t curse so good. My black compatriot son was not grown up, so 2PAC had to obediently delete the lyrics. My sister was there and saw it with her own eyes."

Pierre Sutton's eyes lit up, "That's it! But is your sister willing to tell the media?"

"Rashida..." Quincy Jones had nothing to do with his favorite daughter, and pitifully tried to stop him next to him.

"In fact, there is such a song in 2PAC's posthumous work."

Rashida shook off her father's hand. "He wrote it out after being beaten by his mother. There are lyrics like'APLUS, you are just a mother who just goes home and crying to find his mother', although It’s not very nice, but it definitely proves that there is no great hatred between them."

"Great! Where is the original song?" Pierre Sutton asked.

"In a certain safe of the death row record, put it together with other 2PAC posthumous works. There is already controlled by the death row record's distributor record. 2PAC mother and Sugnet are fighting for them."

Rashida Jones said it all.

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