Chicago 1990

"50 million to buy a title? Ha ha."

On August 8th, in Highland Park, Song Ya murmured while facing the mirror, preparing for the opening ceremony of the Bronfman Symphony Center today, slightly sour.

The tailor laughed with him, put his satin girdle in place, and then helped put on the gown.

"Very good, great." Shakira in a long skirt commented.

"Then let's go, it's late."

Song Ya smoothed the pocket square, then the gentleman raised his elbow and let her put it on.

The two went to the lobby. Temporary assistant Melissa, agent Hayden, A+ Records President Linda, Litman Media CEO Ms. Sloan, Old Mike and others were all watching TV intently. A street in the CUU news screen As the smoke billowed, reporters were anxiously reporting casualties. “The latest information we have is that at least a dozen Americans and hundreds of locals have died, and thousands have been injured...”

Yesterday, the US embassy in Tanzania and Kenya suffered a car bomb attack. The scene was very tragic. The terrorists played a big game again this time. Most of the dead were local innocent citizens.

"The Arkansas Commander has postponed the Lewinsky hearing to the 17th. Today, all parts of the country are stepping up defenses. Governor Peter Flock also canceled the plan to attend the ceremony, but he will send people to strengthen the security near the Symphony Center."

Sloan said.

"Who did it?" Regrettably, I originally wanted to say that I can still see the good show of eating melons that the Supreme Commander Congress testified today, Song Ya asked.

"It is claimed by a terrorist organization in the Middle East, but it is still uncertain."

"Let's go, go and come back quickly." Hayden suggested.

It won my heart. Today is the show of the Bronfman family. I just can't refuse the warm invitation of the Chicago classical music circle and Barenboi. I just have to show my face and complete the task. I don't want to stay for a second.

"Ok."

Just leave, Song Ya stepped out and got into the car with a group of people.

Although sporadic terrorist attacks in the 1990s were almost unbroken, such as the World Trade Center bombing in 1993, the terrorist incident in Africa still shocked the United States. The two embassies were attacked at the same time. In an uproar, even the raging Lewinsky case can be temporarily put down.

"The Governor is showing up again." Sloan spit out while listening to Peter Flock's public speech on the car radio.

Whenever this happens, Peter, who is a prosecutor and whose main political opinion is to crack down on violence, will always harvest a wave of approval ratings. He is admonishing the public to reduce going out and try not to go to crowded public places. The main government here in Chicago. Police with live ammunition have been deployed near offices, public facilities and skyscrapers.

However, Africa is too far away after all, and there are still many pedestrians on the streets, and most of them are not taken seriously.

Compared to Washington and New York, Middle Easterners generally have no interest in Chicago. There are enough local shootings, which are obviously more threatening, so it is more practical to go to neighborhoods with poor security. Downtown areas like Michigan Avenue are still very safe. of.

"Daniel..." Hayden report in charge of mobile phones.

"call!"

Here comes again, Song Ya exhaled helplessly, took the phone, "Hey, Daniel."

"It's done! We won Lengshan!"

Hearing Daniel's excitement, I knew it was done, "The Grove Press chose our APLUS!"

"They made some other conditions..." Yeremov interjected beside him.

"Let's go to Chicago and try to sign it today!" This time, Daniel didn't get any more wordy, and dropped his sentence and hung up.

Soon Xue Linfen called again, "Let's fly over here, can we?" She asked. I can be a producer again, and it’s a highly anticipated best-selling adaptation of a masterpiece, I am naturally happy, "There is a touchstone person, the original author Charles Fraser..."

"alright."

Seeing that Old Mike drove the car outside the original Chicago Symphony Center, "I'll talk about it later."

"Yeah! Thanks for Hada Ling!"

The phone was returned to Hayden. After the old Mike confirmed his safety, Song Ya got off the car and walked quickly into the rejuvenated red door with Shakira in his arms.

The exterior wall of this old Georgian building in 1904 has undergone repairs and modernization. Generally speaking, there is no major change, except that the old-fashioned glass windows have been replaced with the styles commonly used in new skyscrapers, and they look beautiful in the sun. In blue, the words of the original Chicago Symphony Center above the door were concealed by the ribbons prepared for the next ribbon-cutting unveiling, and the shape of the Bronfman family should be underneath.

Song Ya raised his head and glanced, curling his mouth to pass through the security lines set up by a large number of police officers, which is not good on the side of the road where cars go.

"Wow……"

Inside, the shotgun has been replaced. With a newly renovated, classical and modern public corridor, the new open space hall full of art is eight stories high, with a great sense of design and magnificent beauty.

"I heard that I can get a lot of architectural awards." Linda explained afterwards.

It's really good. Even the air-conditioning is much better than before. The ceremony hasn't started yet. People in costumes are waiting in the hall, "Mr. Mayor, Mrs. Mayor."

Song Ya saw Chicago Mayor Little Daly at a glance, leading Shakira to greet him.

"I know what happened in Africa yesterday, so today's ribbon-cutting ceremony will take a little shorter." Little Daly shook his hand.

If the relationship is good, it will be more convenient to slip the account. Anyway, it's fine with me, Song Ya thought.

Little Daly is discussing security work with the sheriff of the nearby police station. After the greeting, it will be inconvenient to interrupt. Little Bronfman shouldn’t arrive. There are many senior executives in the Seagram wine industry and his two younger sisters in the hall. The two women were enthusiastically introducing to others a leader of the religion they had brought, and Song Ya quietly walked around.

Of course, he can’t keep a low profile. There are many acquaintances in the hall. Those who don’t know will also pay attention and take the initiative to communicate. The manager of the symphony center, the chief violinist and musician who have worked with him, and some upper-class donors, such as Tao The vice president and old Barn, politicians, such as the Michels.

The Donkey Party whip Underwood and other federal politicians did not come. In Washington, the backstage game that was supposed to testify in the Lewinsky case was rushing, but now it's time to catch up with the embassy bombing, and there is no time to do it again.

Speaking of Old Baen, he and his faithful also rehearsed Babayetu after he was shot into a coma. He heard that he often performed on various religious occasions, and he didn’t even say thank you...

"Haha, boy!"

Dow's vice president maintained his consistent enthusiasm, "God bless! It is great that you are safe and sound."

"Yes, thank God."

Song Ya took the champagne glass he handed over, and then introduced Shakira, Linda, Sloan, Hayden, Melissa and others, and then came to court with his various friends.

While chatting, he met old Barn who was not far away. The old man raised his wine glass and gave a smile on his own initiative. Song Ya greeted him. There was no conversation but the previous holiday was taken away.

"Hi...APLUS, Shakira."

As soon as I heard the timid voice behind, I knew that Rashida had appeared again. Song Ya turned around. This time she came with Quincy Jones, cleverly holding Dad’s arm, on the other side of Quincy Jones. His arm was held by his lover Natasha Kinsky.

The two women are dressed like ladies, evening gowns, handbags and jewelry, and the scenery is pleasant.

Keke, speaking of these two...

"Hello, Rashida, Quincy, Ms. Kinsky." Song Ya shook his head to shake off some memories, and socialized with the three.

"It's so beautiful. For decades, I have witnessed the decline of this place day by day. Thanks to Mr. Bronfman, his generosity paved the way for this sacred music hall of Chicago to spend the next century."

Quincy Jones still hates it, deliberately sings praises to the young Bronfman in front of him, and always relies on the old to sell the old, "APLUS, will you give performances to the big boss when you wait for the banquet?"

"I haven't heard of this arrangement."

Song Ya didn't give him a good face either.

Rashida still kept her eyes on her infatuated as soon as they met, and if she didn’t see Shakira next to her, Natasha Kinsky smiled crookedly, her gaze seemed implicit. It has a different meaning.

Shakira was still jerky in dealing with such scenes, so she stood beside her and smiled quietly.

"Ha! The governor's wife is here."

Quincy Jones sneered, and turned to greet Alicia who had just walked in the door. She was holding the two children and didn't dress up very much. She was still wearing professional suits for work.

"Mr. Jones, are these your two daughters?" Alicia admitted that she was wrong, and Natasha Kinsky laughed with joy.

"APLUS, Sloan...Hi, Shakira."

Yesterday I went to her law firm with Sloan to talk about things. The three of them were very tacitly pretending to be polite in front of outsiders, as usual, "I just met Mr. Barenboi, and he is looking for you." Alicia Say.

"Oh? I'm sorry, I'll be out of company."

So many familiar women talked face to face, and Song Ya was under pressure and just took the opportunity to leave alone.

It just so happened that when I went to Barenboi, the young Bronfman and his party came in mightily and ran into each other face to face. No matter how much he hated the rich three generations, Song Ya still politely treated him and the universal music around him. President Doug Morris and David Geffen squeezed out a smile and offered to extend their hands.

"Ha, APLUS, you too."

There is really nothing to say about the demeanor of the rich three generations. The little Bronfman greeted him naturally.

"Hello, Mr. Bronfman..."

The two shook hands.

"Mr Morris, Mr. Geffen."

David Geffin should not want to talk to himself on this occasion, and shake hands normally.

"Thank you, thank you, I only did what I was supposed to do, thank you... Mayor Daley, long time no see."

Other people in the hall began to applaud when they saw Little Bronfman, falling from nothing to getting more and more tidy and loud. He humbly thanked him again and again, and then brushed past Song Ya Songya to greet little Daly and others. Up.

Calculating the mechanical errands like running accounts, Song Ya found Barenboi and just chatted, "Then the ribbon-cutting ceremony will begin." The symphony center manager announced at the time.

"Don't go later, I have something to talk to you." Barenboi hurriedly dropped a word and walked out with the crowd.

"Uh, I..."

Song Ya didn't have time to dodge, so she had to find Shakira and also followed out.

Although I also donated some money, in front of the little Bronfman’s 50 million dollars, today is destined to be a small supporting role. Because the gate is too close to the roadside, police officers outside have temporarily prevented vehicles from passing through. The red ribbon was pulled up horizontally, and the reporters’ guns and guns were in place.

"The Symphony Center is Chicago's pride..."

Little Daly took out the manuscript and gave a speech. He was in the middle with Alicia and the Bronfman brothers and sisters. When David Geffen, Barenboi and others stared at him, Song Ya picked a nearly ribbon end. The position, pulling Shakira to stand still.

"Below are our generous donors, the Bronfman family!"

Little Daly quickly announced, applause, Song Ya and others also followed.

"Thank you, music, is my eternal hobby..."

Young Bronfman started an impromptu speech, which should have been shortened due to security issues. "The Symphony Center is the base of the Chicago Orchestra and the Chicago Civic Orchestra. I love it deeply and I am honored to contribute to this century-old building..."

He finished speaking quickly, and then, together with his two younger sisters, little Daly and the symphony center manager, picked up the scissors on the tray and cut the ribbon in front of them.

Song Ya kept smiling in front of the camera, and followed the crowd with continued warm applause. Rashida left her father's side at some unknown time, got to the other side of her and stood, greeted the camera and discharged.

Little Daly pointed to the back door again, and everyone turned around and looked up. The upper ribbon fell down in time, revealing a row of golden letters of the "Bronfman Symphony Center".

Song Ya began to quietly take sour water again, but the palm was still bulging.

It’s torture. It’s even more uncomfortable to think of Littman’s market value. If it weren’t for Chicago’s classical music industry and Barenboi, there would be no good reason to dodge it in Chicago. He would definitely not be on this foreseeable embarrassing occasion. Will come, the relationship broke.

Finally, the simple and solemn ceremony is over. Below should be the time for the symphony center manager to guide everyone to visit. He was too lazy to go in and flatter with everyone. Barenboi didn’t care about what business matters he wanted to talk about, and pulled Shakira out of the army. I went to the new backstage rehearsal room of the Symphony Center for a quick circle, and then came out to find Hayden Linda and the others, and prepared to let them stay to help explain and communicate on behalf of Shakira.

"The Seagram Universal Group is doing its best to fight against piracy, especially Internet piracy. This is related to the interests of everyone present, we musicians..."

Unexpectedly, the young Bronfman was giving a speech. Hearing this sentence, he would have to run away. And when the rich three generations said this, their eyes floated. Song Ya was afraid that he could not help refuting on the spot. It's an occasion where musicians participate, and it's too dumbfounding to quarrel with the biggest sponsor.

Withdraw quietly behind the crowd, through the newly built internal passage, sneak into the Chebingol building next door, and then leave in a low-key manner.

"Really M-FXXK is boring."

Sure enough, go and return quickly. Even the ashes on the girdle fell down. Song Ya tore it off. He was so dying and saw the rich three generations appear on TV, but it was not the news of cutting the ribbon for the naming symphony center, not so fast. .

'Sigram Universal Group sold its science fiction channel, Latin TV network and other former Universal and PolyGram TV stations, as well as Beimi TV production and distribution resources, and some film distribution resources to IAC Group. The transaction amount is approximately 2.6 billion. Knife, Barry Diller and Jr. Bronfman, the chairman of the board of directors of the two companies, have been friends for many years...Both sides praised this deal that they needed. ’

It should be just yesterday that the little Bronfman had a big sale again. It seems that the business is doing well. Song Ya doesn’t know the specifics, but the financial media is unanimously optimistic. It’s better than the last time the little Bronfman was sold to Barry Dillem TV. It's much better to talk coldly on the Internet.

"M-FXXK..."

Originally, I just got some news that Seagram Global was experiencing tight cash flow after completing the acquisition of PolyGram, but now that the 2.6 billion is in place, it must be completely fine.

"The capital is really strong, just take out something to sell for 2.6 billion..."

Originally, it was rumored that only the distribution department of Polaroid Pictures Beimi was sold for more than 100 million. Now that it has lost key resources such as channels after the sale of the Global Television Network, the remaining TV departments that have become a tasteless sum total 2.6 billion. deficit.

In the evening, the rich three generations went on TV again, this time it was the news of the naming symphony center.

He cut the ribbon vigorously in front of the TV camera, while standing in the distance applauding, he turned his head to look at the falling red silk ribbon, under the big characters in the golden Bronfman Symphony Center, it was like hello...

"APLUS? How about you?"

Teacher, should it be counted? Barenboi finally remembered him, and called to urge him to ask: "Why did you go on such an important occasion in the afternoon? I have something to tell you."

"Can't you talk on the phone?" Song Ya asked.

"Let's talk in person, I have a salon in the evening, everyone is here, come on." Barenboi invited.

"Little Bronfman too?"

"He...should come around for a while, don't worry, I know you guys are a bit...in short, it should not be easy to come across."

Barenboi also knew about the situation where the two were having a bad relationship and persuaded him.

"Ugh!"

That will definitely happen, Murphy's law, "must say today?"

"Well, I need your help for something, just today, come on, or let's go there?"

"Forget it, don't, let me go to you."

He didn't bother to change into a cumbersome dress, put on a Gucci suit and called Shakira.

"But aren't you waiting for Yeremov and Daniel?" Shakira asked, he was also preparing a small dinner for Daniel and Touchstone Pictures.

"Go and come back."

"I'm too lazy to run, and I have to take care of little Arianne. Go by yourself."

"OK."

Song Ya rushed to Barenboi’s house. Once there, in addition to politicians such as Mayor Daly, Michelle and his wife, as well as local celebrities such as Dow’s vice president and Old Barn, the old faces in the music circle during the day were basically there. Classical music masters gathered together, Quincy Jones Rashida, etc., plus Alicia and Sloan who followed.

I didn't see the little Bronfman, David Geffin, Doug Morris and others were there, "Everyone is there." Song Ya, them and Quincy Jones and others were introduced into the study by Barenboy.

"It's like this, it's a bit difficult for me to tell..."

Barenboi does have something to ask everyone, but this time he should be really frustrated. He was very excited and said to the big guys in the classical and pop music circles: "The British made a movie about my ex-wife Du Pray. "She is lonelier than fireworks", which is based on the biography co-authored by Sister Du Pree and younger brother last year... That biography is completely inconsistent with the facts. Many parts about me and my ex-wife are full of fabrications! I can’t Endure that movie was released and I don’t do anything..."

There are many rumors about the past between him and his ex-wife Du Prey, but it has already been turned over. Du Prey has been dead for more than ten years. Song Ya has no idea of ​​any autobiography. He looks at other people, except for Quincy, who is as stupid as himself. Jones, seems to have heard of it, no one finds it strange.

"Do you already know what the specific plot of the adapted movie is?" a classical music tycoon asked.

"I don't know yet, but it will be screened at the Venice Film Festival on the 5th next month, to redeem the prize." Barenboi replied.

"Don't count on the British, they don't like Barenboi, everyone knows it." David Geffen said.

Du Pree is a British national treasure cellist. He once asked his husband Barenboi: ‘When I no longer play the cello, will you still love me? ’

He replied: "If you don't play the violin, then it's not you."

Later, Du Prey suffered from multiple sclerosis and couldn't play the cello anymore, and Barenboi really left her, and in the last days of her life suffering from illness, she had another family with his current wife.

For this, the British and the British classical music circle hated him. When filming Du Pre's autobiographical film, he has a high probability of becoming a villain.

Song Ya understood the reason for his eagerness.

"Which British film company did it?" David Geffen asked.

"Film Channel Four." Barenboi replied.

"Then I can't influence it. The TV station is leading the filming, and it's only a month away from the Venice Film Festival... It's too late for anything."

David Geffen didn't seem to want to be involved too deeply, shrugging his shoulders and expressing his helplessness: "You should say hello to us sooner."

"We can all help you voice after the movie is released, collectively voice, clarify. If the British perform too much..." Doug Morris said.

"Yes, everyone will participate in the boycott then."

"That autobiography also involves some of Du Pree's...we'll be watching it anyway."

"We will issue a joint statement at that time."

"can."

Everyone expressed their views one after another, and Song Ya and Quincy Jones also followed suit.

"Thank you anyway, thank you."

Barenboi shook hands and thanked one by one.

this one? Why is it right? Maybe it's more important to him. I can find that book when I have time. After a small meeting, Song Ya turned his mind and went out of the door.

"Hehe, kid Arthur may reach the top in one step this year and get the Artist of the Year. 1998 is his perfect year."

Quincy Jones took the opportunity to walk side by side and began to tease again, "Seriously, your strategy of postponing the release of the special APLUS is very unwise. Obviously, after the release of the Can\'tHoldUs single, he suppressed his momentum, but did not make a big push. You should know that his music route overlaps with yours, and he can sing and dance, has good singing and dancing skills, and is more popular with millennials."

Arch fire, right? Because of what? Which pot did not open and lift which pot, Song Ya saw the little Bronfman figure appearing in the hall, his face straightened, and he was too lazy to care about the old things around him, "Sorry, I will go back if I have something to do."

I wanted to talk to David Geffen, even Doug Morris... But the two were just behind, and now they don't know where to hide.

But it’s a pity, ‘Ding Ding Ding! The manager of the Symphony Center knocked on the wine glass, "Everyone, everybody, let me ask Mr. Bronfman to speak to us!" After he attracted the attention of the distinguished guests, he announced loudly.

It just so happened that the governor came to join his wife, and he was chatting with Sloan, when Peter saw himself smiling and greeted him.

Really can't go, Song Ya bit the bullet and went over, stood beside the governor and his wife, and the four of them looked at the little Bronfman who had walked into the middle of the hall.

Song Ya said in a low voice, "Are you busy today? Mr. Governor."

"Yeah, I just changed shifts with little Daly."

Peter smiled bitterly: "Damn terrorists, I even suspect that there is a country behind them, such as Iraq."

"Hi..." Rashida floated over again like a ghost.

Quincy Jones had nothing to do with this baby girl, so he had to join Natasha Kinsky.

Littleman, who has gradually entered the Chicago social circle, somehow received an invitation and raised his glass from afar.

Song Ya had to respond.

"Ladies and gentlemen……"

Little Bronfman spoke, and everyone tacitly circled around him and listened quietly.

"It's an honor to be invited by Mr. Barenboi to meet everyone here. I respect you, Mr. Barenboi. You are the greatest pianist, conductor and orchestra director in the world..."

Little Bronfman first complimented the owner, and then said lyrically: "My family and I have been in Chicago for nearly a hundred years..."

Isn't it a bit embarrassing to mention the Prohibition era? The smuggler family, good friends of the Chicago Mafia, you finally got rid of it...

Song Ya complained silently in his heart.

At this time, there was an untimely noise from the entrance of the hall, and the little Bronfman shut up a little unpleasantly.

Song Ya and the other guests also followed the sound. It turned out that Daniel and others found here. He and Yeremov, the senior executives of Touchstone Films, and the original author of Lengshan, Charles Fraser, were even more eye-catching. Yingyingyanyan, Xuelinfen, Halle Berry, Milla are here, and the double actress Judy Foster?

The group of people seemed to be immersed in the joy of winning Lengshan, talking and laughing. They were all big and small stars, especially the well-known Judy Foster. The group of younger and ignorant guests began to riot.

Well, the forest meeting... Song Ya touched her chin and covered her face.

Fortunately, Daniel and the others quickly read the air of dissatisfaction in the hall. They immediately stopped talking, bent down slightly, and shrank to the outer circle of the crowd in a low-key manner. They were not too busy to say hello for the time being.

"Ah, my family and I..."

Young Bronfman also recognized these people and continued to review the glorious family history: "My father, I am sorry that he did not come to Chicago today because of his illness. In the 1970s and 1980s, he fought hard with the authorities, and finally made it happen. A large number of oppressed Jews successfully immigrated to the United States, and some of them also went to Chicago..."

"Yay!"

Some people in the crowd responded, including David Geffen and other Jews applauded and toasted to him in reverence.

Song Ya could only applaud, as did Peter and others.

"Thank you, thank you..." Little Bronfman pressed his hands down and waited until the long applause ended. "I am a prodigal son." He pressed his chest and smiled: "I like the entertainment industry more than my grandfather and father. , I am also willing to invest in music..."

There was applause again.

"The Chicago Symphony Center is a theater with a very glorious history. It's an honor to help it move on nearly a hundred years later..."

In the long talk, Song Ya listened more and more impatiently, and slowly moved back silently, wanting to say hello to Daniel, Xue Linfen and the others to drive away again.

"Now, the recording industry has reached a very critical moment of life and death. More and more piracy, especially the emerging Internet piracy, has caused great harm to our business!"

Little Bronfman suddenly changed his tone and repeated the same old tune, "We have no retreat! This is not a threat! The Internet industry still wants to use the law to steal our music. We... everyone present here takes this to settle down. Career! I will never allow it! I feel that I must shoulder my responsibilities, the responsibilities of the Bronfman family and Seagram Universal!"

He called out loudly: "I reiterate my point of view, the so-called OSP, regardless of Internet access providers, online, content providers or individual users, should be responsible for infringement. There is now a view that OSP is only for information circulation. The role of "channels"... This is a seriously wrong sophistry! The Internet services provided by OSP are sufficient to facilitate infringers, greatly speed up the speed of copyright infringement and increase the degree of infringement. This is an indisputable fact. From the standpoint of our copyright owners From the above point of view, I know that many of the people present are copyright owners. Those who reproduce or distribute the content of our works on the Internet without our consent or authorization should bear direct infringement liability. OSP provides equipment and services for infringers to commit crimes. , And you can't stay out of it!"

"Especially the African-American musician, Quincy. I know that this industry has a large number of African-American artists. It is also the group that suffers the most from copyright infringement and is the least able to use legal weapons to protect itself, right?"

"Yay!"

Quincy Jones, who was pointed out by him, echoed loudly, applauded, and then looked back.

This **** old guy actually understood the overtones of the rich three generations, Song Ya silently remembered a stroke in his heart, moving faster, and quickly slipped to Xue Linfen.

"For example, here is a person who is calling the wind and rain in the Internet industry..."

Little Bronfman said as expected.

Song Ya thought that the rich three generations were suggesting that Littman Media CEO Sloan gave her helpless eyes at her looking back.

"APLUS!"

Unexpectedly, the little Bronfman would call the name directly, without giving any room, "Do you agree with what I just said? APLUS..."

Swipe...Everyone looked back for themselves, there was no count.

"Is the contradiction so serious?" Peter gave Little Bronfman a strange look and asked his wife in a low voice.

"Who knows... inexplicable." Alicia's unhappy answer was of course aimed at the rich three generations.

"Hey, this kid needs someone to treat it..." Quincy Jones said to Natasha Kinsky.

"It's not that serious, is it?" Natasha Kinsky was out of the picture.

Mila, Halle, and Xue Linfen were holding hands. The three of them were still whispering about Lengshan. They didn't notice what little Bronfman had said. They were surprised by the sudden rigidity and they were concerned. Look at the man.

Song Ya took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders.

"Or not?" Little Bronfman asked with a smile. In fact, he had been distracted to pay attention to Song Ya's movements while he was speaking. The man and woman who suddenly broke in and interrupted his speech were all friends of the other party. Daniel Glass, the former chairman of the Copyright Dispute Committee, came up angrily.

The guest next to him moved half of his body backward, forming a small circle around Song Ya.

Targeted by everyone.

Song Ya had to shook his head, curled his lips, and said nothing.

"Why don't you come up and talk to everyone! APLUS, come up and talk about your views! Come on! Comeon! You are not a shy person!?"

The rich three generations waved back and invited loudly.

"Today is your show, Mr. Bronfman. We are very grateful for everything you have done for the Symphony Center and Chicago Classical Music." Song Ya squeezed out a smile and waved his hand and replied.

"Hurry up! Let's talk frankly, there is time, come on!"

"I can..." Sloan said.

"No! APLUS, don't do this, don't let women be your shield!" Little Bronfman let go completely, sarcastically sarcasm.

David Geffen and Doug Morris were just afraid of being discovered by him with Song Ya, so they deliberately hid for a while, "Isn't it going to be a bad ending?" Doug Morris asked worriedly.

"It's already like this anyway."

David Gefenchao nailed Song Yanu's mouth in place, his chest rising and falling and trying his best to restrain Song Yanu's mouth. He understood Song Ya's temper.

"OK, OK..."

Song Ya laughed suddenly, "Then I will..."

"Yes! Come on, talk a little more!" Little Bronfman gave up his position.

"call!"

Song Ya walked over, and the two eyes flicked like they were shaking hands just now, "I'm just a boy from the slum area of ​​Nancheng, although I do have a bit of immature opinion..."

"Don't worry, no one here will blame you for saying the wrong thing..."

"Freddon!"

Song Ya suddenly interrupted Fu Sandai with a stern shout, his face lifted instantly, lowered his eyebrows, glanced sternly, and then swept across the audience.

Everyone looked at themselves in astonishment, including the forest and friends. No one could have imagined that when he was just still soft, he would suddenly not give the super-rich, the big benefactor of the symphony center the face...

Young Bronfman was so angry that his face was red again, just like when he spent tens of billions of dollars to win Poly Gold and formed the world's number one recording empire.

Song Ya just scanned so slowly, until he met Barenboi, the pale-faced master, and then gave him an apologetic look, and said again, "So freedom? What about freedom?"

Why is freedom involved? Because he is already familiar with the gameplay of Oprah and Sutton, and what he fights is to stand on the moral high ground at the speed of light for the first time.

"Racial discrimination was lifted in the 1960s. It was only 30 years since the present, and all the states of the US were completely legalized. Only 20 years ago, Freden! We African Americans should cherish the most, because we were slaves. !"

Some black musicians booed and applauded.

Little Bronfman glared at him one by one.

Song Ya strained his neck, and kept the popping sound emotionally. "Mr. Bronfman mentioned just now that OSP should be responsible for network infringements. Then I would like to ask, we... uh, they, how do you protect the freedom of the Constitution? One amendment!? How is the OSP responsible? Forbid people to speak before the user speaks? Isn’t this a paradox? If the user does not infringe, you cannot deprive Freden of his remarks, and wait until he publishes the infringing content. The website or OSP is all responsible for this? Is this reasonable?"

He questioned the young Bronfman, but the other party did not respond. It was very good. He began to repeat his teacher Jim Clark: "OSP...It is only equivalent to a highway company. For speeding on the highway and violating traffic rules, the highway company will also be sent to the defendant. Is it? It's ridiculous!"

The little Bronfman was extremely embarrassed. He had never been so angry in his entire life. He just gave up his seat but did not step down. It is even more inappropriate to stand not far away and go down now, as if he was publicly executed.

"look at this……"

Eli, the chief of staff of the governor’s office, quietly walked to the lord’s side and handed him a copy of the latest Fujibee magazine. On the new 1998 list of the world’s richest people, APLUS seems to have ranked in the 100th with a net worth of 3.1 billion. Eleventh, only ten places behind the little Bronfman, who is only 3.4 billion.

Peter smiled and handed the magazine to his wife who came over to look at him. "Wow..." Alicia's eyes immediately sparkled, "It's incredible."

"Shhh." Peter stopped her from speaking too loudly.

"Ah!?"

Alicia soon seemed to be upset about why she looked at Song Ya who was giving a generous speech, "huh..."

Peter was surprised by her reaction.

"Does the highway company have a way to control the goods carried by the vehicles on the road? No! Does the OSP have the ability to control the endless information on the Internet? The same can't!"

Song Ya waved his hand violently, "So the accountability of copyright infringement will not punish and deter infringers. It will only force OSP to use high economic costs to monitor and intervene in user behavior. This is obviously uneconomical and uneconomical. Unreasonable ones will inevitably hinder the healthy development of online platforms!"

Although I don't understand it well, Quincy Jones really took it this time. The five-body took it to the ground. The owner of the world's largest record company who was trained like a pupil next to Song Ya is enough to prove it.

He was worried about his daughter. Sure enough, Rashida was standing there already with tears in his eyes, pinched his hands in his heart, and his cheeks flushed.

"Ugh!"

He aimed at the three daughters of Xue Linfen, all of them, each one is more prettier than his own baby girl, how good is this... I can't compete...

Ok? Why is the lover Natasha Kinsky next to him like this?

"I know that all the musicians here are musicians, and I know that I am one of them, but the whole thing is like this, as Dr. King said: In the end, what we remember is not the enemy’s attack, but My friend’s silence. Internet infringement is wrong. My position is this. There is nothing else to say, but this is not a weapon to suppress innovation, a spear to cast on friends..."

There was nothing to repeat Song Ya and began to play on her own: "I respect you Mr. Bronfman very much. I am an artist under your banner. I don't know if you consider me a friend in your heart..."

"WTF?"

The Fujiby magazine was taken from Alicia by Sloan and passed on to others on purpose. David Geffin immediately raised his forehead in pain when he saw it. I didn't lick anything after so hard! Your kid now... only three billion...?

It was a massacre. Doug Morris next to him glanced at the article in the magazine~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then looked at the little Bronfman who was still frozen in place and did not say a word from his mouth. He couldn't bear to read it. Yes, not all people in this hall are from Universal. The Chicago Symphony Orchestra’s record release contract is signed by BMG’s RCA, Quincy Jones and Warner and BMG’s JIVE records are closely related...

It's all watching a joke.

He thought about it, now he can only go to Barenboi.

"My philosophy teacher, Martha Nussbaum, said..." Song Ya continued to cite scriptures when talking about rise.

"Cough!" Barenboi coughed, glaring at him after attracting his gaze.

"Well, I'm done."

I'm still thinking about it, forget it, according to the rap rules, I also fouled over time, "A little personal opinion, Mr. Bronfman."

Before he walked off the'stage', he said to the rich three generations who were confused by Battle in rap jargon.

Sloan clapped clapping, and then sporadic applause broke out in the hall. After all, except for the forest and friends, most of the people present were rational people.

Oops, it's not good. With so many watery eyes, who will stand next to after going down?

Forget it, let's go back to Lord Governor.

Chicago 1990https://