Chicago 1990

"I love Lisbon, I love the weather, humanities, scenery..."

During an interview, the door was pushed open. Song Ya glanced at Hallie, who was hiding behind the old Mike, "Temporarily record here, take a break." So he smiled to the Portuguese reporter who interviewed him: "There is a reception at noon. Prepared for you."

"Ok."

He shook hands neatly with the camera and other members of the interview team. After a brief chat, he strode out.

"Oh, Halle, poor Halle..." After chanting a few words, she realized that there were CAA agent Pai Kingsley and...Pierre Sutton beside Halle.

Guessing why these two people came, their expressions turned bad in an instant.

"Ms. Kingsley happened to be on a flight with me." Hallie explained with a low-key pair of sunglasses.

"Let's talk to me."

The hotel on this floor was covered by Anshuzi. Song Ya took the three of them to his presidential suite at the end of the corridor. They twisted the doorknob but couldn't open the door. The door was locked. "Huh?" It was strange, the door was inside. The man opened the slit, and a white woman pinched a 100-denomination Portuguese shield with her fingers and stretched it out, shaking it up and down playfully.

"What... mean?" Halle took the banknote in confusion.

Song Yanu spoke, shrugged, and shook his head.

"Uh, I thought it was a waiter."

The people inside heard Halle’s voice and immediately opened the door. It turned out that it was Ms. Sloan. She was holding the only white bath towel on her body with the other hand. “Please come in, sorry APLUS, there is no water in my room, so I borrowed it. You use the bathroom, the interview ended so early?"

The reaction was slow.

"It's okay, please, there are guests coming, so I asked the reporters to wait for the afternoon to continue the interview. Halle, Pierre, and Ms. Kingsley, all come in." Song Ya let Hallie and the others into the room, Si Long trot to the bathroom.

"She's really white, and her hair color is very beautiful..." Hallie looked at her back, and the little radar moved.

"Is this a tip? Ha ha... I remember that the face value of a hundred Portuguese guilders is less than one dollar?"

Pai Kingsley took the bill from Harry's hand, chuckled and admired it.

"Really?" Song Ya was taken aback.

'boom! ’

The bathroom door was closed by Sloan.

"We have to talk, APLUS." Pierre Sutton said anxiously, not in the mood to participate in the woman's gossip.

"Come one by one, ladies first."

Song Ya put him aside directly, "Halle?"

"I'm fine, you talk about you."

Halle took off the sunglasses and hat she wore to keep her low profile, walked left and right, and visited the living room.

Then send Kingsley. The woman came here on a special trip and didn't want to do something good. "APLUS, first of all, I noticed that A+ Records is likely to change the release contract to Universal, right?" She asked after entering the small room.

"That's right." Song Ya nodded.

"Fitch is now the most popular and highest-selling singer on A+ records except you, and the collaboration with Sony Columbia Records has always been very harmonious..." Perkinsley asked for money for his clients.

"Historically, we are not in harmony with Sony Columbia Records, and Universal is not bad either. We are still in Los Angeles..."

Now I don’t have the energy to spend more time talking about contract swaps, "I will write a check to Fergie. In fact, with her long contract, A+ Records changes distributors among the six major players. You have no reason to ask me for money. ."

Even if you leave A+ Records and go to Metropolis, because Disney's distribution ability in the recording industry is indeed not as good as Sony Columbia, Song Ya will compensate Jazzy and the others with some signing fees when the contract is changed, so as to save trouble.

But why should those who stay in the original company and go to the world make trouble? These brokers are for the money and will not miss any opportunity to encourage their clients to rebel. Fergie is making trouble right now, hiding in the hotel room, and will not cooperate with the tour propaganda or appear on stage if she doesn't pay enough for the signature.

"But in terms of the amount Fergie said... it is rumored that you will get 50 million from Universal, or even higher. I think Fergie is worth..."

"Ms. Kingsley, I am in a bad mood now, you know why."

Song Ya pointed at her impatiently, "You should also be very clear about my character. I suggest you persuade Fergie and don't try to challenge my patience."

"I'll talk to her later."

Even as the top agent of Liangtang and CAA, Paikinsley dare not stalk him when he loses his temper, "There is another thing, no, there is a mission."

She changed the subject, "We know that you are in contact with Ovitz, and what we need you to know is: CAA's position is very firm, and Ovitz is not welcome to return to the brokerage industry after leaving office. We will block him. There is William Morris, ICM (International Innovation Management Corporation)..."

"I know that Donovan's call this morning showed a similar attitude."

William Morris couldn’t do things, he played small tricks, he yelled at Donovan in the morning. He went to MJ to lobby and returned to no avail. He didn’t get the support of the King of Pop. Of course, these words don’t have to be against Paikin. Slee said, "I understand you are afraid of Ovitz going back and dividing the cake." Song Ya replied.

"Also, if Ovitz wants to set up another stove, Disney's emperor Mr. Eisner also greeted the other six Hollywood, I hope they will have a similar understanding." Pekingsley continued.

"Oh?"

Song Ya pursed the corners of his lips. If the other six major sellers of Eisner's face, Ovitz would be over in Hollywood. Still, these agents would not have a word of truth in their mouths, and dealing with everyone would be exhausting. Going to die, "It has nothing to do with me."

"That's best, anyway... I'm only responsible for bringing the words." Pakinsley said.

"If it's okay, Fergie lives..." Song Ya reported Fergie's room number and sent her out.

"Don't have time to do the LSAT questions?" Jimmy who was accompanying him just came over with the teaching assistant materials.

"You don't have time, just sit down." Song Ya pointed to the living room and sent him, "Pierre." Then he led Pierre Sutton into the small room.

"I know what you want to say to me. I don't understand it. It was Oprah who did the first thing, and he used the limitless rumors to frame me. Then you black elites contacted me all in one mind and persuaded me not to be impulsive? "

Song Ya stared at each other coldly, "Your father, Mr. Dingkins, Gordon, BET's Johnson..." He reported a lot of names of people who had called in the morning.

"It's a tragedy for all of us that you fight her." Pierre said sadly.

"This tragedy was not caused by me. You are all pretending to be confused, as if I would really be the person who said that to her in private. I don't believe you don't even know this about me."

The more Song Ya talked about it, the more he didn't fight, he was still very aggrieved. He now understands Sugnett's current state of mind. It is clear that Brother 2PAC was shot and killed, and then everyone came to be a peacemaker, telling him not to be impulsive, not to retaliate, and even take the opportunity to spill dirty water.

"I know, Oprah probably had a fire in his heart because of the fight with you for the right to adapt the'Beloved' last time, so... Anyway, let her do it this time. She is a woman, and she's got upset with her. It’s not good for you, for the whole group."

Pierre Sutton persuaded: "My father, Mr. Tinkins, Johnson and even Jesse Jackson have also called her. She promised us that similar incidents will not happen again in the future, and will find opportunities to compensate you... …"

"How to compensate?"

Song Ya stretched out five fingers: "Linda just made an urgent poll. Among women over the age of 30, people who watched her show have reduced their willingness to buy my record by 30%, among which black women have decreased by 100%. Forty-one."

"Thirteen percent for over twenty-five years old, and 15 percent for black women."

"Over the age of 20, 9%, black women 10%."

"Men's willingness to buy has also slightly decreased, especially for men from middle-class families and above."

He counted, "This is still a local poll conducted in Chicago. You won't know how huge a sum of money I lost because of this."

"This is her influence, APLUS, you should have paid attention to maintaining a good relationship with her, at least not to have major conflicts, don't always be so arrogant, and be softer..." Pierre was still there to persuade.

"Go! Get out of my room!" Song Ya couldn't listen anymore.

"Well, I'm leaving, you must calm down."

Pierre left with nagging.

Song Ya was too lazy to send it. Back in the living room, Ms. Sloan had put on a cold-wind professional suit and stood unsmilingly in front of the TV watching a local Portuguese show. Halle sat on the corner of the sofa, already a fan of the journey. After a nap, Jimmy was sitting in the other corner reading a book.

"A bunch of bad guys from M-fxxk."

Song Ya scolded and sat next to Hallie and hugged her to spit out, "It's so bad that it's hypocritical, so hypocritical, and everyone understands in their hearts that their mouths are pretty, but they are not bad at all!"

"Don't be impulsive." I didn't expect Halle to say the same. "In this situation, you can no longer fight Oprah."

"Yes." Sloan agreed.

"The agents are also a bunch of rubbish." Song Ya knew in his heart that they were telling the truth, but couldn't bear it, and continued to curse.

"Uh, I have been boring lately. I have studied relevant laws and regulations. In fact, celebrities don't necessarily have to have agents."

Jimmy turned over the law book in a daze, "It said that only agents can get jobs for artists, but the general term'getting a job' is not clear, and there is a lot of room for manipulation..."

"Don't start Jimmy in a whimsical way. There is a reason why this industry has been rock solid for decades."

Sloan interrupted him, "The problem now is that we have to stay awake under tremendous pressure, what should be done, what should be said... First, deal with the main contradiction, which is the continued discredit of APLUS by the media. Oprah called you what Talking in private, it’s hard to be falsified, and the one-time injury has been caused. Now we can only endure, pretend to deal with, and ease the conflict. Because the African elites are obviously more afraid of you impulsive revenge. The struggle within the group has intensified, because you are young and your energy and personality have been figured out."

"Damn, I just want to vent my anger..."

In a panic, Song Ya glanced at Jimmy, remembering that this guy has always had a lot of crooked ideas, so he simply introduced his situation, "What do you think I should do? Jimmy."

"Uh, I think... hehe... forget it."

Jimmy thought about it for a while, then smiled and tolerated what he wanted to say.

"Go ahead, there are no outsiders here," Song Ya said.

"Actually... Actually, I don't think you can get any revenge, right? Pierre came all the way to persuade you personally. Doesn't it mean they acquiesced that you would do this?"

Jimmy said, "Let's imagine what would happen if you really retaliate? They didn't expect it! They still have to wipe the ass, right?"

"Ok?"

Song Ya looked up and thought for a while, "Yes, the contradiction is that you and I have been promoted, Oprah blacks me, I fight back, and then they should run to suppress Oprah and persuade her to stop Are you familiar with me?"

"So what good is it? You vent your anger, but you don't solve the fundamental contradiction, and you will be used by the media that discredit you now, and your situation will get worse."

Ms. Sloan poured cold water.

"Not necessarily?"

Jimmy asked her back: "Who is the main force to discredit APLUS? Isn’t it a conservative white media? Except for Paramount, CBS is known as a white senior station, and FOX’s stance is more conservative... Think about it, the two black lights are torn apart. They should Wouldn't it be nice to see? And if you want to watch the excitement more, it means that the situation cannot be one-sided, otherwise, how can you get angry?"

"Uh, your deduction is counter-intuitive, but it makes sense."

Ms. Sloan nodded appreciatively, “But Oprah’s Happ Entertainment’s major shareholder is not her, and she is still the pillar of ABC. We really can’t attract more enemies.”

"M-FXXK just do it!"

Song Ya listened to it, and he was talking about his paranoid thoughts, "The emperor of Disney may not compromise. Wouldn't he compromise with Oprah? What if he doesn't compromise? The big deal is not popular. event?"

He embraced Jimmy with his other hand excitedly and exclaimed, "Haha! You are the king of crooked ideas, Jimmy!"

"APLUS..." Halle took his arm worriedly.

"It's okay. Since everyone knows that I am this character, I can't win the trust of others even if I endure them. They will even think that I have a big plan, and one day I will retaliate."

Jimmy's thoughts are very good, and Song Ya will also look away if he thinks the other way around. Wouldn't Oprah feel at ease with this breath? impossible! Then I will find a way to step on myself in the future, "What do you think? Sloan?"

"Is it useful to object?" Sloan asked rhetorically.

"Uh, no, let's help make a plan together!"

"If you do this, then our work will be fast. It's best to feel that you are subconscious, you have to fight back emotionally without thoughtfulness, and it will be ruthless. Our alliance with Ovitz will not continue, because if you promise him That documentary proposal means that you have to be patient at this stage. Pulitzer-level documentaries take too long to produce..."

Sloan glanced at Halle, and after getting Song Ya's permission, he continued: "Work with Ovitz to discredit another black light, and your handle will always fall in his hands."

"Well, what then?"

"But we can take advantage of Ovitz before he knows your plan." Sloan blinked badly.

Speaking of Ovitz, Ovitz’s call came, and Song Ya pretended to deal with it and said: "I need more information, Mr. Ovitz, please forgive me for not trusting you too much at the moment."

"What do you want to know?" Ovitz asked.

"Never mind CBS and FOX, why would Paramount participate in discrediting me? Is Shirley Lansing really so powerful? She is just the president of Paramount Pictures." Song Ya asked.

"There is a saying that their parent company Viacom intends to acquire CBS, so you prepare 10 million for Cochrane to file a lawsuit against CBS. They are quite happy to see it, even if it knocks down 1% of CBS's stock price. Can you give Lei Shidong Province a huge sum of money?"

Ovitz laughed and said: "After all, everyone who knows you knows...hehe, forgive me for saying that. You have always been impulsive, and your will is so firm that you are almost paranoid. You won't stop biting CBS.

It turns out that, just like Motula, they once instigated Wesley Snipes into a fight, and then used their own revenge to intensify their conflict with Sony...

"What else I don't know?" Song Ya calmed down.

"After we really establish a cooperative relationship..." Ovitz didn't want to say more.

"Not enough, Pakingsley is with me now. She said that Hollywood has reached a consensus... This consensus is not good for you, Mr. Ovitz." Song Ya continued to persecute, "They don't want to see me and yours. Together, so I need more."

"Shxt!"

Ovitz exploded on the phone, "She used to be a small character in front of me, I used to take care of her!"

"Business is business..."

"Haha."

Ovitz laughed again, "After I leave Disney, I will bring out some things you like, APLUS, such as the logo that was abandoned by ABC, how about it? This is the name you reserved for A+CN before, right? Some media elites will also leave with me, such as veteran editor-in-chief Charles Skinner, current news anchor McAvoy, and the best Middle Eastern female journalist MacKenzie McHale. You see, I can even if I don’t return to my old business. It's going well, isn't it?"

"Are they all white?" Song Ya asked.

"Your A+CN is not being a defendant because it's'too dark'?" Ovitz replied.

When the operation started to accelerate, Pierre Sutton, who was disliked, was still unaware. At noon, he attended a reception for the Portuguese media. In the afternoon, he asked to see Song Ya and was rejected and had to stay in the hotel room.

"There will be a reception in the evening, but APLUS may not be there. He is afraid of assassination, so he didn't show up at noon..."

While putting on his shoes, he talked to his father Passy Sutton on the phone, "Yes, I will go home for one night. There are still a lot of things to do with the Inner City Broadcasting Company. APLUS? He was really angry by Oprah this time , Halle Berry is still complaining about him, but...others should persuade APLUS, such as Ms. Sloan, who has always been sane. Huh? You wait..."

"What's the matter?" Old Sutton asked over the phone.

The microphone was on his lips, but Pierre Sutton did not answer. The TV in the guest room showed APLUS, a set of hip-hop costumes with big gold chains and rhinestones, and he was sitting half lying on the sofa, receiving Portuguese English TV station. Access.

"You mean, Oprah is slandering you?" the host asked.

"Yes, I never say that to a woman, and I have never seen her a few times!"

APLUS was very excited and frantically angry with a Chicago accent: "Did you know? She MF... is a hypocritical, insidious, lies-mouthed woman, eggplant man, black skin and white heart, and the media who discredited and attacked me. Yes, they are all one group!"

"Uh, are you talking about Oprah?" The host carefully confirmed.

"It's her, she...Hoho..."

APLUS shook his head and sneered, "Don't think she is a good man, brother, I tell you I also know she has a lot of black material, but I didn't want to say it before."

"such as?"

"Let's take philanthropy. I checked the accounts when I first bought the Inner City Broadcasting Company. Guess what I saw? Huh?"

"Ho!" Pierre Sutton took a breath when he heard this, and the landline microphone in his hand fell on the carpet, making a muffled sound.

"What's the matter? Pierre? Pierre!?"

Old Sutton shouted there worriedly: "Did APLUS just talk?"

The host on the TV screen continued to ask: "What?"

"Oprah, that woman who likes to be pushy and stingy has pledged millions of knives, but in reality? There is no fart, Nubuat... didn't pay the bill at all, but she earned her good reputation, you think Think about how disgusting this is? Aow, waiting to be fed, the hopeful American poor and African children are still waiting eagerly..."

"Do you... have any evidence?"

"I have ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and they all exist. I knew that woman is not a good thing! Want to partner with others to slander me? Okay, let's spread it out and compare it to others!"

"can……"

"Bring it, here!" Song Ya graciously handed a few pieces of paper to the host. "If you want to see it, you can also go to the American Music website. I will release it later. The website is www. I have a lot of information. Many of Oprah’s childhood experiences are fabricated, haha, don’t you know?"

"father!"

Pierre Sutton slowed down and grabbed the microphone, "APLUS is using evidence of Oprah's fraudulent donation. Our evidence is revenge! It has been broadcast by the Portuguese media!"

"Ho!"

The old man almost didn't catch his breath over there.

"What do we do!?" Pierre Sutton wailed.

"What else can I do!? I blame Oprah for running to mess with APLUS! I'll go to see her, and persuade her to let APLUS finish this breath. Don't be familiar with children, let... let white people watch us joke!"

"Pierre? No see!"

In the early hours of the morning, Song Ya didn't know how many times he had refused Pierre's request to see him. Isn't it fragrant to roll the sheets around Hallie? "Hi! Mr. Ovitz."

He answered the incoming Ovitz call, "Yes, I said, I couldn't hold back, haha. Our documentary plan? Sorry, I said it all..."

"I didn't expect you to be such a partner APLUS, you are too impulsive!" Ovitz severely accused.

"guess what?"

Song Ya replied, "We are now one to one level."

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