Chicago 1990

"No problem, I will ask after the meeting."

Did the proposal to buy a TV station offend him? Song Ya thought that before he and Sloan mentioned the conversation, they didn't forget to shoot a lot of flattery to pave the way. It seems that the other party's mentality is still unsure. He rubbed his eyebrows with his fingertips, and turned his head angrily. Sloan glanced at the idea.

"The matter must be resolved, I want to see the result as soon as possible." Little Bronfman said.

Not finished yet? So many people face to face! Song Ya is getting upset, he is also a billionaire...

"K, k." I managed my emotions, and the business didn't work out. I won't turn my face anyway. I just joined the Global Department and there is no reason to deny the big boss face directly in front of so many executives from the new owner.

"Kha?" Little Bronfman refused his perfunctory, and continued to ask unceremoniously.

Song Ya has also gotten a little bit up, what do you mean? I had a good conversation in the office just now, and I was so angry that I must come to the public to give me a face, right? Looking back, and looking at the little Bronfman, the needle fell in the big conference room.

"Uh, Mr. As does not know the specifics. There may be some songs in the data format on the American Music website, but they are all uploaded by the user..."

Sloan saw that his mouth was open, and there was a tendency to sneer, so he hurriedly interjected, "We don't know for the time being whether there will be legal risks in unilaterally deleting user data without authorization."

As she said, she took out her mobile phone and poked Song Ya on the outside of her thigh under the desktop to stop him and Bronfman from fighting.

"I don't have much patience."

Young Bronfman was very satisfied with Song Ya lowered his head and got out of eye contact. He was still very gracious to women, "Please figure it out as soon as possible, Ms. Sloan."

"I will call now."

Song Ya also knew that it was meaningless to argue with a noble son of this level. He took the cell phone and turned on everyone, and got up on the spot and left.

When I opened the door of the conference room, I heard Little Bronfman laughing and joking with Sloan, "Litman Media will go public in April, right? As one of the few listed media companies, women e have any pressure? ?"

"Fortunately, I don't feel any different." Sloan replied.

"Fuck, I shouldn't have come."

This **** internal conference of the Global Department had always been attended by Linda. If it weren't for a more suitable excuse to meet the little Bronfman, Song Ya would not make a special trip.

Speaking of this trip, he is also a bit selfish. He just wants to bypass the usual messenger David Geffen and get closer with the young Bronfman. Even if he talks well, he will find more excuses to socialize, play more golf, and him. It is best to build a more friendly relationship than David Geffen.

After all, there is a shrewd big man like David Geffen in the middle. I certainly have no chance to imitate Barry Diller, who won the US TV network by a mere 1.5 billion, and pick up the leaks in the fingers of the rich three generations.

I didn't expect to be self-defeating...

"Mr. Geffen."

The clay figurine also has a three-point fire? Since he has found an excuse, he will not go back again. It seems that he still has to communicate through David Geffen? He turned on the phone directly? Dialed David Geffen's number? I said to the doubt, "I don't think I offended him... My record and film company has helped everyone make a lot of money."

"Maybe he is in a bad mood now. Do you know that someone outside the US TV network is laughing at him? Also, Seagram previously sold DuPont shares for Universal? The shares sold for nearly 9 billion are now worth 160. It’s a billion, and it’s almost doubled...He is now very sensitive to these public opinions."

David Geffen was puzzled and said, "It's okay, I'll talk to him later? There is no conflict of interest between you? Don't make conflicts and let outsiders laugh."

"Okay? Really he treated me badly today."

"Is there a secret party tonight? Are you coming over too? I'll ask him to have a good chat with you? It's okay, you and I know that he is just a bit of a noble temper, but he is definitely not the kind of dude who can make trouble for no reason."

"Well, the secret party tonight is..."

Song Ya took out the invitation letter from his pocket, and read to the text on it, "Is the one led by Marina Abramovich right? I have an invitation letter here."

"Oh?"

"He gave it to me."

"Right? Look? He doesn't have any objection to you? He used to praise you in front of us? Marina Abramovich is a master of contemporary performance art. Her party is great, and she is the best in Hollywood."

"Huh? Then... see you tonight?"

"See you tonight."

Song Ya's anger calmed down a bit. After finishing the call with David Geffen, he still called William Zhang, the president of the American Music website, at least to clarify what the young Bronfman mentioned.

"Everyone doesn't say it clearly, but those visits are important to the site."

William Zhang half-concealed and explained the situation carefully. There are indeed many users sharing 3 format songs in various forums on the website, a tradition that has formed since the Dile era, and there are many people who are looking for free music downloads. The proportion of visitors to the website may not be small...

Cracking down on that kind of behavior will definitely cause a sharp drop in visits. It's only two months since i. Activities such as prospectus and roadshows have already begun. This action at the moment is equivalent to self-menopausal.

"What did the legal affairs say?" Song Ya asked, "Does Sloan's argument stand up? There are legal risks in deleting user data."

"All in a gray area." William Zhang admitted.

"Ok……"

Does that make sense both positive and negative? Just use this excuse to perfuse the little Bronfman? At least let's say after i...

It's just that the little Bronfman will certainly not be too satisfied.

"Are there any specific data?" Song Ya asked carefully.

"Wait for me to find... there is it!"

While chatting, Sloan knocked on the window, "Run to the parking lot to hide quietly?" She opened the back seat door and sat beside Song Ya.

"You have to stay in the conference room on my behalf. I don't want to really irritate that brother brother."

Song Ya smiled.

"Don't worry, Young Master didn't bother to have a boring afternoon meeting. He left after presiding over the first stage."

Sloan replied "how do you say?"

"I have talked with David Geffen and William Zhang."

The two discussed seriously.

"If the little Bronfman is trying to vent your face, it is very likely that he is just trying to find an excuse to talk at the meeting. Maybe he will forget it when he turns back. If he continues to mention it, he will be perfunctory at the risk. Turn around after i."

Sloan also has this opinion, "Litman Media is yours, and the American music website is also yours. Universal can't control it, although you are a singer under Universal's. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried about it, but the relationship suddenly became so inexplicable..."

Song Ya quite felt like stealing the chicken and losing the rice. "Forget it, I still don't expect to buy what he has in the future. David Geffen is right. Maybe he also realizes that the US TV network is losing money. Now, I’m very sensitive to all acquisition proposals, thinking that others are underestimating him and want to pick him up. It’s useless for us to flatter. It is estimated that when we mentioned our intention to acquire Latin TV, he secretly wanted to I was taught a lesson in public during the meeting."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have encouraged you to do this. Alas!"

Sloan sighed, "But it's really a pity that everything was expensive in the year of mergers and acquisitions, and there was a good seller upstairs... You know this is really rare. As, my fault, I really wanted to get it. That TV station is acting too hard."

"Is this your attitude to apologize? Hey..."

It's just a small episode. It's not a problem for the traverser to pick up what you can't pick up. Song Ya quickly cleared up his mood and interrupted with a smirk.

"Sloan, where are you?"

In the evening, he came out of a medieval castle-style villa in Beverly Hills alone, with his hands in his pockets, and his mood sank again. It was not low, but complicated.

"Hotel, I'm going to bed, why?" Sloan asked.

"I plan to go back to Chicago tonight and set off immediately, do you want to join me?" Song Ya invited.

"Didn't you go to the party? It's been less than half an hour... Have you talked with the little Bronfman?"

"No, I haven't even seen Mr. David Geffen's face. I am not very comfortable with it." Song Ya asked back, "Do you think I'm a bad person? Sloan."

"You? Doesn't it count?"

"I don't think it counts either... I know except that it's a bit bothersome." Old Mike drove the car to the door and got in the car.

The old Mike who heard this sentence rolled his eyes while clutching the steering wheel.

"A bit? Uh, not to mention this, why did you suddenly ask this question? Why? Was it shocked by the installation art of Marina Abramovich?"

"No... I don't know how to say it. I think those artistic expressions are too cult and aberrant. No, they even make me feel sick and uncomfortable. So I can't stand it after a while, but today I What I know and see, the only thing I can be sure of is that in Hollywood, I am definitely not a bad guy."

"Why? Is there anything in the party?"

"I don't want to describe it, it is probably not convenient to disclose." Song Ya decided to forget.

"Then don't feel sorry, you come to the hotel to pick me up, I get up."

"K."

He hung up, "The crew refused to fly." Old Mike relayed an unsurprising news.

"Let's book a commercial flight, I don't want to stay here for a second... Well, it seems a bit of a way here? Go for a walk in front of Amy and Halle's house."

Song Ya made a temporary volition and asked Old Mike to drive to the road where Amy and Hallie were in the same area of ​​Beverly Hills, where the unlucky bodyguard broke his leg on his behalf.

Amy should be filming her new art film outside. The villa is dark, and Halle’s room is brightly lit. All kinds of luxury cars and well-dressed handsome men and women are coming in and out, and some paparazzi gathered across the sidewalk to guard.

"Halley Berry is hosting a party for the bulrh crew. I just saw Warren Beatty. Yes, Miss Berry is the hostess..."

Song Ya asked the bodyguard to ask about the situation, and the paparazzi answered truthfully.

Warren Beatty is a well-known actor, director, producer, investor, and a famous Hollywood prodigal. He became famous early in Hollywood and was powerful. Legend has it that countless women have slept with him. Many of them are famous women. Only when he met actress Annette Neening at the age of 55 in 1991 did he take care of him.

He was also the noble man who dared to give David Geffin a chance to save David Geffin from fire and water after David Geffin was banned by Warner. He is almost the most grateful close friend of David Geffin, not one of them.

"Forget it, let's pick Sloan, Mike."

I heard that the bragging customer is the work of Warren Beatty's self-written, directed, and self-hosted heroine. Then next year’s awards season will definitely be a rush. It seems that Halle has the ability to play the role without her own help...

"Xilin, have you heard? Halle Berry's mansion is located in Beverly Hills! The media estimated that it was worth five million!"

At the same time, in the satellite town of Los Angeles, San Marino, Quincy Jones’ lover, and outdated actress Natasha Kinski visited Sharinfin’s residence. The two met by chance at a children’s store in a nearby boutique street. I can’t bear it, she can enter Beverly Hills with a reward for a blade warrior! As definitely shouldn’t be so high for her, she was not worth five million."

Natasha Kinski held her daughter, Kenya Jones, who was born to Quincy Jones, and kept complaining in the car. At the last meeting, she boasted that fahe'ay, who worked with Robin Williams, also hit the box office. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"When she bought the house, she hadn't received the Blade Warrior."

Xue Linfen answered with a grievance.

"What!? Wow..." Natasha Kinsky was stunned, "So that rumor is true..."

"Haha." Xue Linfen sneered.

"She is really the best investment among actresses. I heard that she made a lot of net worth by stock trading very early." But Natasha Kinsky and her thoughts were completely different.

Xue Linfen didn't answer any more, and the car drove into the gate of the manor, and then kept driving inside.

Natasha Kinsky didn't speak anymore, because the area of ​​the manor and the majestic mansion in front completely exceeded her psychological expectations...

"Please come in."

They are all box office poisons, and their acting skills are very poor. Xue Linfen observes the other party trying to conceal the envy, jealousy and hatred that is still invisible, secretly laughing, pretending to call the elder son, "Robo, there is a little guest here today. ."