Chicago 1990

‘Didi! Didi! ’

The electronic alarm clock rang, and Song Ya dumbly felt someone sitting up next to the pillow to turn it off, and then the sound of Xixi Suosuo getting up while wearing clothes.

With eyes closed, he stretched out his hand and touched it. Sloan was right, the thin man.

He rolled over and hugged Alicia, and fell asleep again.

"Haha, yes, thanks to you Mr. Geffen this time, thank you Mr. Bronfman Jr. for me."

"I know, I know, I'll talk to Sutton and his son, and I thank you Mr. Jesse Jackson... No, no, I won't... Yes, it ends here."

"You know that the fault is not with me, Mr. Dingkins. I was also surprised by the voting result of the board of directors. Maybe Giuliani wanted to see us jokes. I am very satisfied with the results now...Of course not. I will not have anything private with him. transaction."

"Hey, Pierre, how is Mr. Passy Sutton? How is your health? No no, no need to apologize, everything is over...Yes...Yes...Gordon? I understand him, um... Okay, come back to meet and talk."

At noon, when Sloan and Alicia walked into his suite with a cold attitude of a professional woman, Song Ya was already busy with the microphone between his neck and his hands were not idle, typing quickly on the laptop.' CBS TV has been systematically discriminating against black people! That ‘crime and punishment’ documentary was full of fictitious facts and a series of lies. It was standard fake news! Cochrane will help me fix them! ’

"Everything is back on track, isn't it?" Alicia asked, standing behind him and watching for a while.

"Yeah, those guys on both ends of the rat head are now all running to claim credit, claiming that it was because of their mediation that Oprah chose to bow his head to me."

Song Ya put the microphone down and smiled bitterly, "Life has to go on."

Even if these people act in favor of Oprah at the beginning, it is difficult for them to immediately turn their faces and make a large-scale liquidation. They can only pinch their noses to maintain the relationship, which will be discussed later.

At the end of the episode, I still have to re-focus on Motura, but for now I can only hold on to the problem of the CBS documentary.

He continued to dial, "Dorothy? It's me, APLUS, Alicia said to me, you are going to talk to me about the shares of your TV station in A+CN? I remember the number is 5%, right? Um, you Any ideas? Okay, wait..."

He covered the microphone and asked Alicia, "What was Dorothy's attitude at the time?"

"She is obviously suggesting that she wants to decouple her African-American TV station from A+CN." Alicia replied.

"Wow, I know the wind direction very well."

Song Ya sneered, "Okay, you said... So that part of the shares will not change, will it? The board of directors will also not... OK, I understand, I understand, thank you for what you have done for me, I know that Pula has always respected you, um..."

He hung up the phone again, "Dorothy said it was just a small adjustment in the shareholder structure of her TV station, which has nothing to do with A+CN." Then he laughed again with Alicia.

"Tribeca has checked again and can leave at any time." Old Mike came in and reported: "I have sent someone to pick up Little Rega."

"I will see Litman here this afternoon," Song Ya replied.

"I'll wait for your notice."

"OK." Old Mike asked Marvota and the silencer to bring in the checked lunch.

Hallie came out of the bedroom with a yawn and sat lazily at the dining table dealing with her chicken salad, so Song Ya, Sloan, and Alicia also went over. Everyone had requirements for body shape and didn't eat much.

"Hello, Mr. Littleman, Ms. Fleming."

Afternoon tea should be very rich. Song Ya stayed a little stomach, and Sloan met Litman and Shirley Fleming in the restaurant of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, Litman brought two white suites.

There is no need to be too cautious about security issues. The place where executives and dignitaries often come and go, a singer standing around a few big and thick bodyguards when dining is too artificial.

"Sit down."

Shirley Fleming, who treats this as a half-home, acts as a middleman, "Are you nothing? APLUS."

"I don't know what's here... Anyway, come on." Gentleman Song Ya helped her pull the chair away, and Litman helped Sloan do the same.

"Well, waiter."

Shirley Fleming called the waiter to start ordering snacks and tea.

As someone who was once played by Litman and went out, the relationship between the two parties did not seem to be so bad afterwards. It may be because Shirley Fleming’s novelist friend is in Banbury, helping Johnny Carson write a memoir. , She knew that she wanted to find a publishing house for the memoir, and currently Litman Publishing was just right.

"Have you not brought a lawyer?"

Although he had done business, Litman actually didn't meet him many times, and the relationship between the two parties later was normal, because Riklubin was his friend, and he and Riklubin fell out after the Grammys.

One of Litman's two attaches was his personal lawyer. After chatting, he was a little surprised when he learned that Sloan was just his own public relations consultant. "I thought..."

"Uh, Goodman and Hamlin are doing their best in Chicago with my relatives' case, maybe you have heard of it."

Song Ya intends to hand it over to Goodman and Hamlin for this acquisition that may cost hundreds of millions of dollars, but they really can’t get away. "You know Goodman."

"Well, I saw it the last time Amerika Music Magazine negotiated."

Litman, a white in his fifties who was on the verge of bankruptcy, has long lost his complacency at the time, but his tycoon’s magnanimity is still there. Unfortunately, the paper media is not selling well now, especially after the passage of the telecommunications bill, a large number of high-value mergers and acquisitions in the television and communications industries frequently appear. Against the background of the background, his ambitious expansion in paper media in the late 1980s and early 1990s has become a joke that is often teased by the industry.

He didn't want to sell the family business Litman Publishing, but now there is no way.

"Who is this……"

The other attendant he brought turned out to be the editor-in-chief of Guns and Hunting Magazine, and he owns about 30% of the conservative media.

"Hey! APLUS, Ms. Fleming..."

At the stage of mutual greetings and introductions, Alicia appeared cheerfully, "It's such a coincidence." She pretended to meet by chance, and approached Shirley Fleming to greet affectionately.

"Oh, let me introduce, this is Mrs. Flock, and her husband is Peter Flock."

The men stood up, and Song Ya had to take on the task of helping introduce, "Her law firm is also responsible for the legal affairs of some of my companies."

"It's from Illinois... Fortunately, Mrs. Flock."

Litman reacted and smiled and gave her a kiss, "How is Peter? I met him a few years ago..."

"Not bad, very busy."

"Please sit down, Mrs. Flock." Song Ya helped her pull the chair away, speaking word by word through her teeth.

"Hehe, what were you talking about?" She pretended not to feel it, and sat down gracefully.

"About the publishing house, business."

Litman replied that he did not want to waste time and asked the private lawyer to take out a document, "APLUS, I think you have already seen this, my list of asset packages for sale, do you have any questions?"

"I am mainly interested in your publishing house, Mr. Litman."

Song Ya glanced at this list of assets valued at hundreds of millions of dollars. Except for the publishing house, which accounted for 85% of the shares, most of them were print media. The high-fidelity magazine was wholly owned by Litman, and the other shares were Almost all of them are below 50%.

"I know, but not just selling, the publishing house is still profitable."

Litman replied: "Actually, I don’t want to sell this family asset. Ms. Fleming said that you will bring the distribution rights of Johnny Carson’s memoirs for it, right? I respect Mr. Johnny Carson, if I can be honored to publish him. Memoirs, I think this is something to add luster to Litman Publishing, so..."

His personal lawyer added, "We hope that the publisher will not be changed after the transfer, and then incorporate the conditions for the signing of Johnny Carson's memoirs into the contract. Mr. Litman also wants to retain a small amount of shares and an independent director."

They are obviously going beyond the transaction price and scope between their words and directly discussing the specific details.

Song Ya will not be so stupid to give up the pace of the negotiation and accept it all. "I don't have much doubt in this regard, but as far as the entire asset package is concerned, I still need to conduct more detailed investigations."

Litman Publishing is indeed profitable, but the profit is very small. Most of the publishing projects are losing money. It only depends on the higher-profit textbook market to support it, but it is also going down. Song Ya has taken a fancy to their distribution channels in this regard. The fact that the textbooks can be selected by schools in various states will inevitably show that the relevant public relations skills are not bad, and they are useful for his "new educational film" plan.

Of course he didn't tell anyone about this, and currently he doesn't even know Yeremov, who has obtained the ‘original material’.

He put the file back on the table, and Alicia immediately picked it up and looked at it.

"For example?" Litman's personal lawyer asked.

"Uh...I don't have too deep thoughts yet." Song Ya replied.

"Such as guns and hunting magazines, and basic education life..."

Sloan suddenly answered, "Mr. APLUS is not convenient to own these conservative magazines, so they must be removed from the asset package."

All rebelled, right? ? It seems that what kind of work and personal relationships are completely treated independently is a lie, these scheming girls! Alicia wants to grab Goodman and Hamlin’s business, but Sloan insists on banning guns...

Song Ya scratched his head.

"APLUS, I really like your remarks about conservatives and liberals."

The gun and hunting magazine editor spoke. The old white man with glasses leaned forward actively, "Haha, too vivid. Life is indeed as you said. Conservative white men will be very enthusiastic. Provide help to strangers, they are the cornerstone of the American spirit, and the liberals are too hypocritical. I think from the recent events... you have a deep understanding of it? Oprah..."

"My problem with Oprah has been solved." Song Ya spread his hands.

"So you are planning to embrace them again now? Continue to conspiracy, hypocrisy?" the editor-in-chief asked.

"It's not that bad... I'm sorry I don't want to talk about this topic."

Song Ya saw that this person wanted to ‘transfer’ himself, that’s impossible.

"You are wearing the logo of the All-meter Rifle Association."

Sloan pointed to the small badge on the editor's chest, "I have read your magazine, advocating gun ownership, is the country's resources not enough? Also promote some African tours, go there to hunt precious large animals."

"Haha, it's only advertising. Now we have a hard time living. There is no way. A beautiful magazine printed on coated paper. Most of the content is all kinds of firearms and travel advertisements. Our magazine audience loves hunting, and they like adventures and challenges." Reply.

"Challenge? Local guides, pickup trucks, powerful rifles...all of these serve a rich American and his friends. The force you brought is enough to initiate a small coup in Kenya and kill it from a distance. What challenge is an African lion?"

Sloan was aggressive.

"Hey, relax, Ms. Sloan, that kind of activity is licensed by the local government, the license is complete, and we also spurn illegal hunting, okay?"

The editor-in-chief laughed: "African authorities really need this tourist income~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to spend on education or medical care. Those old and weak women and children..."

"You are preaching the wrong thing," Sloan said.

"Oh? The right of survival is more important for lions and people? Cows are also being killed, tens of thousands of heads are killed every day, don't you eat beef..."

"Ha! The old rhetoric, secretly changing the concept!"

"You are the hypocritical liberal just now!"

The two quarreled as they talked, Song Ya and Litman exchanged helpless eyes.

"What do you think? APLUS." the editor-in-chief asked.

"I don't know much about hunting, I'm just a poor boy from South Chicago..."

Song Yahe Xi Ni, under Sloan's sharp eyes, added: "Of course, my position is to support the ban on guns, at least as Deputy Commander Gore insisted, against cross-state gun sales."

"Oh?" the editor asked again, "what about the same-sex question? I remember that Deputy Commander Gore was against the same sex."

"Mr. David Geffen is my friend..."

Song Ya didn't answer directly, but made it clear that he doesn't hate same-sex people whether it is the faint feeling before or after the journey, "Mr. Litman, let's talk about issues that everyone cares about."

"agree."

Litman nodded, and then glanced at the editor in displeasure. He wanted to do business to avoid bankruptcy, but the guy who insisted on following wanted something bad.

"Sorry for me to make a call."

The editor-in-chief left midway and made a call, "I just talked to APLUS, Mr. Helms. I think he was only using conservative media to deal with Oprah before, and he has no intention of being like Colin or Condoleezza. Man... Yes, there are countless liberals around him, and his position has been profoundly affected and cannot be saved!"

(https://)

Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. Mobile version reading URL: