Chicago 1990

Yeremov partially convinced Song Ya, but he was only willing to give the Jewish a+ record marketing director position, and his salary was much lower than when the other party was in Columbia Pictures.

Yeremov said he needed to think about it and leave.

"His opinion is a little different from yours, Eli." Song Ya sent him away and returned with a smile at Eli.

"On the part of the book? I actually agree with his point of view. Once again, we have won a big victory. The related heat cannot be maintained forever. There is no need for an enemy who has been a book in the media for a long time." Eli said: "Yelemov is very optimistic about you. Based on his qualifications, he took the initiative to ask you for a job to explain that he judged that you can at least stand up as an a-list singer."

"Hmm..." Song Ya was very helpful to this sentence, "Let's end this before the end of August, I should also take care of it."

"Is there anything special at this time?" Eli asked.

"It's time for me to go back to school."

"Uh... well."

On August 15th, the penthouse in Tribeca was finally renovated. Song Ya took the people to live in for the first time and immediately started preparing for the grand high-end party. This is the key to the third wave of enthusiasm.

According to Eli’s design, this party will be on the inside page of the New Yorker, with all the essential elements of the upper class society, distinguished politicians and celebrities, exquisite and luxurious food and wine, and expensive open-air buildings. Rooftop.

"I am proud of New York's multiculturalism, and I always adhere to this philosophy, and I will never change it easily..."

The black gangster of the Donkey Party, New York Mayor Dingkins, stood in front of the podium and talked freely. The background was the row of skyscrapers in Manhattan and the rectangular swimming pools like blue ribbons. “It is true that the crime problem here is becoming increasingly prominent. , I also have the confidence to win this security battle, but I will never accept it! The statement that links crime with a certain ethnicity..."

"You support him, right?"

Next to Song Ya, a Chinese with a strong book spirit asked in a low voice.

"Of course, what?" Song Ya asked, as a Chinese American who can open a personal gallery in New York, his level is certainly not bad. Song Ya bought many of his paintings to add some artistic flavor to his mansion.

"A few days ago, a young Chinese female painter was murdered on the street by African Americans. It was in Times Square." The painter said to Dingkins Nunu on the stage: "The next mayoral election, the Chinese will not support him. "

"Uh..." Song Ya was a bit embarrassed. In order to allow Dingkins to visit in person today, he paid a lot of money and contacts. And how many votes can the Chinese in New York have? Certainly it cannot influence the election.

"Sorry, I missed my words." The painter lifted the goblet in his hand and threw the pot to the contents of the cup.

"I have also paid attention to the media's pursuit of aps, a talented African-American musician some time ago..." Ding Jinsi raised his hand and gestured to Song Ya. Many guests turned their eyes, and the Chinese artist immediately stepped back and let He confessed to everyone's eyes alone.

"It is this kind of obvious case of judging based on ethnicity. A drunk drunkard almost ruined him, and there was no chance of self-defense, if the white man had not been found in Canada. The principal of Howard University. Tell me, this boy has been donating money to traditional black schools, and when he was still unknown, he devoted himself to the de-apartheid movement in South Africa..."

Dingkins praised Song Ya for taking the case of Frank's disappearance, and used it to prove his policy.

"Thank you everyone." He finished his speech, and everyone responded with warm applause.

"I'm very happy that you all participated in this party, and I am very grateful to Mr. Mayor..." Song Ya then came to the stage. He was quite comfortable with this kind of point-giving occasion. After praising Dingkins, "and Motu Mr. Ra and Miss Kelly, hi..."

He introduced the visiting big figures one by one, "I wish you have fun." Then he stepped down and the small band began to play.

Motula and Mariah Carey were joined by a group of top editors in the New York entertainment industry, Michelle and his boyfriend had a good time with Dingkins, while Congressman Underwood and Claire were in a small corner with some New York politicians Having a good chat, Fergie and some young men and women who love to play changed their swimsuits and began to jump out of the pool one after another. The fashion industry professionals in advanced dress shuttled back and forth with wine glasses. Everything was so harmonious and perfect.

Song Ya nodded in satisfaction, and Yeremov leaned over.

"Jews don't like this mayor. He handled the last violent case against the Jewish community very badly." Yeremov said while looking at Dingkins.

"Oh?" In the U.S., Jewish people have more political energy than Chinese people. Song Ya pondered for a while and then changed the subject, "How are you thinking about it? Yeremov."

"I decided to join." Yeremov stretched out his hand.

"Okay." Song Ya didn't expect that the other party would be willing to do it under such low conditions. This is a bit beyond his expectation. "First, I will tell you about my long-term goal and establish my own global record distribution channel. Can you do it? ?" He asked while shaking hands.

"what?"

Yeremov was surprised, "Your ambitions are too big, right? Many major record companies can't make global distribution."

"So it's a long-term goal. In the short term, what do you plan to do?" Song Ya tested him.

"I learned about your near-term plans from Eli. I plan to take over your fourth wave of announcements, the single that no one has heard yet." Yeremov replied.

"That single..." Song Ya cast his eyes on Fergie in the swimming pool, "I have to get her agency contract first, you know, according to the law, I can't be both her record company owner and hers. Brokerage company owner."

"But you want to completely control your girl, right?" Yeremov laughed.

"Of course, my songs won't be sung to others so easily, Mila and Lori, the results between us are not very good." Since the other party is already his employee, Song Ya chose to tell the truth. .

"Don't worry, I'll get it done." Yeremov smiled confidently, "in Hollywood."

After finishing all this, Song Ya sent away Dingkins who had left first, went downstairs and returned to the study.

"Hey, my brother." Is Cube is very different now. His movie is still in theaters, and the total box office has reached 40 million dollars. With the news of the internal conflict gradually surfaced, it is unclear. The spectators attributed the reason to his underground single novasele.

The title of "A rap band of disbanded gangsters na" is also worn on the head of Escube~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He is now completely exasperated. However, since he had scolded Dae Pi Dian Dian to attend the dinner party of the chief commander, now it is naturally difficult for him to appear in front of the mayor of New York, so he can only hide in the study.

"Hey, Cooper, congratulations." Song Ya hugged him.

"Next year I will post a special topic..."

Escuber first invited songs. After being rejected by Song Yawan, he proposed to participate in his joint propaganda plan next year. The theory of bringing the goods was originally his, but Song Ya first practiced it. He is not a stupid person. Song Ya's movement guessed the connection.

Now that Na is finished, Song Ya and his cooperation no longer exist obstacles, so he readily agreed.

‘Aps is Black Grande? ’

A few days later, an anonymous tabloid in New York reprinted the contents of the latest issue of The New Yorker's inner page without any guilty words, "Although I made my New York home in Tribeca, it was revealed that aps was not because of greed for cheap. It's the invincible open-air rooftop. He spent a lot of money on renovations and even moved the swimming pool on the roof...'