Chicago 1990

Song Ya did not realize the changes that OpenDiary’s IPO had brought to the outside world’s perception of him. Unlike Netscape, YAHOO, and the American music website that stumbled all the way, from the acquisition of Abelson’s simple creation. From the beginning of the Weblog personal homepage website, to the investment of technology, manpower and funds for construction, and then use various contacts and promotion methods to attract bloggers to station, the OpenDiary project is under the complete control of Litman Media from beginning to end.

At the same time, the media has long boasted that this network social model represents the future, and some theorists have also given various high definitions of the Blog model in Internet-related seminars, professional papers and journals, and offered advice and suggestions.

This actually requires a very strong influence. The media is willing to help tout, Wall Street is willing to do its best, the elites of various industries are willing to open a blog, scholars can be published, related seminars, industry forums, and foundations can create various prestigious purposes. Cocktail parties, awards, and international travel conferences provide experts who have given favorable comments to OpenDiary, both fame and fortune...

In other words, OpenDiary is the first listed company that he almost completely relies on comprehensive strength to push from start to finish, and it has achieved almost full marks.

Although most of the work was done under the leadership of Sloan.

This kind of effortless success only has the first time, the second time, and the third time to press the wealth cipher. Under the big market of Internet concept stocks, the outside world has no doubts.

He has been promoted from the lucky pig to a qualified capital promoter.

"Mr. Geffen? Thank you, I didn't expect... the investors and stockholders in the open market are so enthusiastic."

Song Ya thought David Geffen called to ask about Chicago politics, but the result was not, "The next listed company? Hasn't decided yet..."

"Yes it is."

"Opportunity to enter? Uh, uh..."

David Geffen even suggested that he also wanted to participate. Song Ya was caught off guard. "We are still not sure about it. Ms. Sloan prefers to choose novel websites. Wall Street suggests that the American music website should be taken out at that speed. The fastest..."

"Well, I will let you know if there is progress."

"I promise……"

Grab money? Want to be beautiful! Song Ya halted, "Bah!" Then he sipped at the phone.

"Don't spit in front of the child!" Mariah Carey saw this scene, and she came to reprimand, "This is a bad example!",

"Oh."

Song Ya obediently hugged Little Leijia to her knees and came to New York. She must go to visit her baby son at his ex-wife.

"Humph."

The ex-wife pouted her mouth and turned on the TV, and the station was playing Heartbreaker, her new title song of the rainbow.

She collaborated with Jazzy, no one cares, her clothes are stubborn and her nature is stubbornly restored. Her blue jeans are paired with **ra, and she has a small pink hairpin on her forehead...

He Wuqun hopped and sat on the table sideways, scratching her head at the camera, feeling self-confident.

With spicy eyes, Song Ya seemed to see the shadow of the future happy aunt in the apocalypse. Several times she subconsciously wanted to hold her forehead and sigh, but she held it back as soon as she raised her hand for fear of being beaten.

"Hahaha!"

There is a plot in the MV, and she plays two roles alone, fighting in the same frame in the movie theater set that cost a lot of money to build, and she also used a little bit of effort.

She was very satisfied, and she was happily joking when she saw the pride, "Jack Chen taught me this trick, huh! Ha!"

"If you switch to live shooting in a theater, and use a cheaper martial arts guide, this MV can save a lot of money without affecting the final effect."

Song Ya's sincere suggestion finally couldn't help but vomit, "Why don't you spend a few million..."

"Follow me!" She rolled her eyes. "It's the record company that spends money anyway!"

Well, she doesn't have her own label, and every cent of the money for the MV is paid by Sony Columbia Records.

"How is your new monopoly?" Song Ya asked.

"No, all the data set the lowest record since my debut." When I mentioned that this ex-wife was like an eggplant that was beaten by cream, she wilted.

Alas, now the Shinco DIVA Britney is too popular. All previous generations of DIVA have had a hard time. Christina Aguilera, who debuted at the Disney Mickey Mouse Club just like Britney, is the first title song of the same name, GenieInABottle, occupying the number one billboard. The music review is better. With the addition of Backstreet Boys and Super Boys, at the turn of the century, in 1999, everything seemed to belong to the youth fashion, to the young people.

"There is a party in Tribeca at night, do you go together? Take a break."

Song Ya touched her head lovingly and asked.

"Who is there?"

"The guys in the New York black music scene are mainly them. I also invited Sting and some white people... I don't know if they will come."

Song Ya answered. There are songs by Sting and others in the original Lengshan Apocalypse film. He has already asked A+ Film Studio to buy the film and television soundtrack authorization.

"No! Annoying!"

It's rare that social animals have parties that they don't want to attend, and the ex-wife turns to ask: "They said you made hundreds of millions in one day yesterday?"

"Paper wealth."

Song Ya pretended to be forced, lifted Xiao Leijia easily in the air with both hands, and said to his precious son: "It will be yours from now on..." It doesn't matter if he understands it or not.

"Humph..."

The ex-wife hummed proudly and asked, "Do you have to go back to Tribeca tonight?"

"Hey, there is no way to socialize, there is business." Gao Di will come tonight and need to see him in person.

"Then get out, get out..."

"It's still early."

"Um... the kid is watching! I hate it!"

It was getting late before he returned to his home in Tribeca downtown. The party had already begun and Linda was helping Zhang Luo.

"Ok?"

He saw Linda and Dingkins, the old man Percy Sutton and NAS get together. This combination is rare. Dingkins and Percy Sutton are listening attentively to what Linda is saying. Nodding frequently.

He blinked suspiciously.

"Hey, APLUS, hello, I admire you very much."

I was about to ask questions, but was interrupted by a young black man standing not far from the door, and had to punch him, "Hello."

This young black man is a bit interesting. He is a rare dressed up, jeans with short-sleeved T-shirt, and a backpack on his shoulders. He seems a little uncomfortable with the party atmosphere. He is holding a glass of beer in his hand and leaning on the corridor alone like a goose. The wall, looking around curiously.

"Did you come with friends?"

Song Ya thought he was brought here by someone from his family, so he didn't care much.

"Well, Jazzy brought me here, introduce yourself, KanyeWest." The young black man boldly introduced himself.

"Oh?"

Kanye West? Why does this name seem familiar? Song Ya closed her eyes and remembered that there was a line in the early Apocalypse song Trumpets, which is ‘Always reminds me of Kanye West’s song’, so...

He looked at each other again.

"Hey, APLUS, do you guys know each other? This is Kanye West, a talented musician. He is currently mixing with me and helping with mixing."

Jazzy saw the two in the conversation and came to help introduce him, "He has been in China for a year!"

"is it?"

Song Ya became interested and asked, "Where is it in China? Can you speak Chinese?"

"Lan Jing."

When the super juniors met the emperor superstar, Kanye West replied politely and honestly with a little timidity: "I have only been to elementary school for one year, and I have forgotten everything, only a little bit of it."

"Talk about it." Song Ya checked.

"Uh...forcing nonsense?"

"Hahaha!"

Song Yadale patted him on the shoulder intimately, "Not bad, not bad, please come to me if you have anything in the future."

"Is Gotti here?" Tianqi taught that he would take it down when he met, which was tantamount to picking up money. He turned his head and asked Jazzy.

"He's waiting inside." Jazzy replied.

"Well, you go and tell him I'm here first."

Song Ya sent Jazzy away, and then went to find the president of Metropolis Records, "Sign the guy in the hallway. It's Kanye West. The signing is longer. The singer's appointment."

It is impossible for this kind of newcomer to refuse the debut contract, he is very sure.

"Okay." Black Pharaoh personally ordered, and the president of Metropolis Records nodded and bowed, "I will do it immediately."

"Ok."

When he walked into the hall, he appeared, the noisy party scene seemed to be caught by someone's neck, and it quieted down instantly, and people all bowed their eyes, "Ah! APLUS!" Then the girls screamed, the four black girls of Destiny. With the fastest reaction, Beyoncé rushed to the front with the three little sisters, and surrounded him bounce around.

They all seem to have grown up, eh.

"Don't be the same as before. They are all big stars. Be a little reserved."

Beyoncé, the most beautiful of the four, is not as old as the mature woman in the apocalypse songs. She is thin, with dirty braids, pointed chin, nice curves, and long and straight legs.

It was considered that he had grown up since he was a child. Song Ya didn't plan to eat, so he joked casually.

Their second special, TheWriting'sOnTheWall, sells better than the first one. In the shrinking rhythm and blues girl group market, it can barely be counted as the second day group under TLC, and it can indeed be regarded as a big star.

"We will always be your fans." Beyoncé dangling his arms idiotically, showing loyalty.

"Hey..."

The money printing machine that the Apocalypse revealed was already speeding up. Song Ya was grinning, and the crisis-conscious Rashida slipped in and got into his arms, declaring sovereignty to Beyoncé and the others hostile.

"Who are you?"

Breaking between black girls is always so simple and straightforward, and Letoya, the most **** in the Four Destiny Girls, scans Rashida up and down.

"Oh, introduce, Rashida, her father is Quincy Jones." Song Ya introduced.

"Studying at Harvard temporarily." Rashida added.

"Hey!" Xing Erdai sneered in disdain in front of the already famous Destiny True Girl quartet.

Song Ya didn't want to participate in such naive tearing, interrupted them in a few words, and asked Jazzy to take himself to see Gaodi.

"SHXT! APLUS, I need more help!"

Gaodi waited for Jazzy to close the door and cursed for help, "You go back and forth between billions and billions a day, just use your fingers too much!"

"I have done what I promised."

There is something wrong with Gaodi recently. If it weren't for fear of this gangster and want to spy on the other party to see if he would lose control, Song Ya would not be able to let him see himself, "Unexpectedly, you can't even handle DMX"

"What can I do, I miscalculated and found a stupid shooter." Gauti sighed, "Kill the wrong person..."

"Don't talk about it."

Song Ya rolled his eyes impatiently, "I'm only responsible for bragging father, we said yes."

"Help me again, at least help me get rid of the suspicion of murder, okay?"

Gaudi didn't have any thoughts of stabs in front of the black pharaoh. He pointed to the door and begged, "The former mayor of New York is your guest."

"It's not easy to handle, you also know that Mr. Dingkins is the'former' mayor of New York."

Song Ya took the opportunity to observe him.

When the two dealt with each other before, Gaudi appeared as a half-partner and half-servant. He was a violent man who had clashed with himself but was persuaded by Jazzy.

Of course, he is also considered a very talented music producer. When he became independent from DefJam, his career has surpassed, and his relationship with choosing to stay at DefJam has gradually faded.

The murder record did have a promising future over the bad boy record that brags the father, but he played it by himself in the fight between Gaudi and DMX. The pig teammate gunman killed DMX's uncle by mistake. Up.

Of course, he is not so stupid that he is hopelessly stupid. The gunman was found through Kenneth McGreeffe, a hawker leader in Queens, and there is still room for manipulation in the case.

Nger, who seems to be in a state of excitement, walked around in the room, "APLUS, I don’t know what that document is for you, and I don’t want to ask, but it’s because I got it for you. Come on, help me again, okay?"

"I can only say as much as possible."

Song Ya responded.

"That's great!" Gao Di was overjoyed.

"Gatti, this is the last time." Song Ya coldly threatened him, "The meaning of the word transaction is that when both parties complete the transaction, everything is over. It is not something that can be used to blackmail."

"I know, I understand." Gaudi turned to complain again: "Seriously, if I didn't trust your APLUS, I would almost suspect that you are playing tricks, your brain is better than all of us combined. Now My bragging father and I are both unlucky, but your Jazzy is getting better and better. It seems that the New York police never trouble him. If this goes on, New York will neither be mine nor bragging father. It’s his, it’s yours."

"You think too much..." Song Ya continued to evaluate.

"And, Jazzy, it used to be just a little character who came to me to beg. What the fuck, now? It's like a big boss outside!"

Gauti pointed to the door again and said, "I want to sign DefJam, can you help me..." He imitated Jazzy's accent with a cry, "Someone dealt with you, I'll use this message for it. Yes, it's APLUS..."

"Oh?" Song Ya's reaction speed immediately became subtle...

Jazzy, hehe...

"Beyonce, Beyonce."

Feeling that Gatti was not in any danger for the time being, after sending him away, Song Ya thoughtfully sank her body on the sofa, sipping her wine while quietly listening to the conversation between Jazzy and Beyonce next to them.

Jazzy should have always been interested in Beyoncé, repeating the girl's name with jealousy, "I heard that you are in Los Angeles and get along well with Kobe Bryant."

"Yes it is."

Beyoncé, who had no scheming, immediately showed off her interaction with the Lakers’ popular fried chicken. "Kobe is very nice. He helped star in the MV of our BugaBoo song. Dad also took us to see him training."

"His house?" Jazzy asked sourly.

"Well, he trains very hard, and I still keep the video from the TV station." Beyoncé replied.

"Wow..." Jazzy was yin and yang strange, "I've seen the news, and you were so arrogant that you were going to pounce on Kobe."

"I hate it!" Beyoncé slapped him with an anguish.

"I'm a little tired and want to rest." Song Ya put the wine glass down, "You guys talk slowly..."

"So early!?" A circle of black girls didn't follow.

"It's getting late." Just right, Song Ya pointed to the watch, got up and went back to the bedroom, and smoothly and concealedly pulled the shoulder strap behind Beyonce's evening gown.

The girl can understand, and she quickly finds a chance to get rid of other people and follow her, "What can I do, APLUS?" The girl with her arms backed back, she twisted her body to wink her eyes.

"Take you to visit my corner of honor?" There will be no difficulty, Song Ya smiled and opened the study door.

The girl looked into the dark mawu study, stood still biting her lip, and the heavens fought for a while, "Do you love me, APLUS?"

"Of course, I've fallen in love with you, Beyoncé a long time ago...Don't you feel it?" Song Yazui stared at her with a fascinating look, and shook her chin easily.

"I didn't! God! I'm so slow..."

She immediately held her beaming face in her hands and walked in obediently.

Before long, Song Ya stopped wondering, this black girl shouldn't be, "Are you the first time?"

"Of course." She replied shyly, "I'm a traditional Texas girl."

"You are not with Kobe..."

"I'm just his fan... just a normal friend."

This...how it made me feel a little guilty, I thought she was...Forget it, go on.

"Where is the person?" Jazzy outside looked around, then stopped at the entrance of the study, after listening for a while, finally slammed a fist on the wall in annoyance, and his facial features were twisted away.

The next day, Song Ya seemed to hear the cry in a daze, and felt someone sitting on him, trying to open his eyelids, and saw Beyoncé's face.

She was crying, holding a long black thing in her hand pointing to herself.

Hey, only last night... now in the morning... the body of the black girl is good.

Song Ya stared into cross-eyed eyes before he could see what she was holding. In an instant, her hair was numb to her feet, and she was completely awake, that was... a pistol!

The muzzle of the black hole is facing his forehead!

"WTF!? Beyoncé, what happened? Calm, calm..."

He was so frightened that he flashed pee and raised his trembling hands. "Put down the gun and say something well."

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"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, www.uukānshu.com dad said he was cheated by a bad man and shot him..." Beyoncé cried very sadly, her index finger trembling on the trigger.

It's terrifying, I didn't expect a dignified traverser, and finally...

This is more deadly than a fire axe!

"Ah!" Rashida next to her woke up too, she screamed in fright, and called in by herself last night.

"Don't don't don't don't don't..." Song Ya hurriedly stopped, for fear of stimulating Beyoncé, who is now emotionally unstable.

"Uuuu..." Tears blurred Beyoncé's eyes, and her gun-holding hands kept shaking.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Aung Aung..."

Begging for mercy while breaking the sound, at the same time his mind is running fast, trying to save his life.

"You said, you said you love me..."

"Of course, of course I love you, I only love you..." Song Ya is willing to say anything now.

"Then why is she here!" Beyoncé pointed her muzzle at Rashida.

"Ah!" Rashida screamed frantically again, who was frightened and stupefied.

It's now! Song Ya rose up to be courageous, stretched out his hands suddenly, pushed the girl's muzzle away quasi and fiercely, and then took advantage of the situation...

"APLUS people are in New York, you can rest assured." In Los Angeles, director Tony Scott meditated on Lengshan's heart, and the rough cut version will be handed over to the distributor Fang Bowei Pictures after the formal process.

"Chicago won't go back for the time being. I'll talk about it when the Kozko case is a little bit bright."

In New York, Song Ya first glanced with a guilty conscience at Beyoncé, who was leaning on her father Matthew Norris's shoulders in the hall, and then curled her neck and strayed, "Go to Los Angeles, just look at the cold mountain directed by Scott. How is the cut?"

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