Chicago 1990

Back to Chicago in a hurry, Song Ya immediately transferred the 3 million special funds to Barn Chemical’s creditor escrow account, and the other party was unambiguous. The next day, he sent it to one of the two remaining normal production factories, the chemical raw material factory. Went to close the factory to layoff notice.

In the factory that has persisted until now, in addition to being able to take responsibility for its own profits and losses, the workers in the factory must have extremely strong organizational and combat capabilities, and soon they began to gather...

But this time they mistaken their opponents. The power of the consortium is not comparable to that of Old Barn. The media is arguing about factory pollution, police officers lined up to disperse, water and power cuts and demolition companies come to the door to push a set of three in a row, before October There is no problem to calm the situation.

"Edward, we meet again."

Song Ya took the initiative to come to Edward at the A+ record reception.

"You are a venomous snake. You have been keeping a relationship with Old Barn and I just left the ground to spy on the progress of the business, and then eat all the soup and water. Aren't you afraid to die!?"

This Wall Street elite was full of resentment against Song Ya, and the consortium forced him to agree to keep the fluorescent agent factory in place. In the future, the nearby real estate will inevitably lead to lower prices than expected due to the proximity of the chemical plant.

"You have a big misunderstanding of me."

At this point, Song Ya was half wronged. At least he hadn't had any bad thoughts before John Liu offered to make a fortune through the "window period", "If I really coveted your business long ago, I would never buy it. The floor under Old Barn was used as the headquarters of A+ Records. Think about it, how long did the 10 million old Barn last?"

"Did you lose money on that floor?" Edward asked rhetorically.

"I didn't lose, why should I lose?"

Song Ya spread her hands out, "You can't put the fire on me just because you lost money in business, it was I who helped you get rid of it, otherwise you will be bankrupt! You should thank me and look forward... "

"Fxxkyou."

Edward scolded, "Okay, I won't tell you this. It's hard to believe that you are only eighteen."

"It's not here yet, next month."

"..."

He reluctantly asked the entourage to take out some photos, "According to the supplementary agreement between me and the trusteeship committee, the fluorescent agent factory must undergo the following transformation, here..."

He pointed to the logos such as ‘Barn Chemical’ on the exterior wall and gate of the fluorescent agent factory and said: “These things must be removed and replaced with text or patterns that do not stimulate potential buyers of nearby real estate.”

"no problem."

This was put in the agreement long ago, Song Ya readily agreed, "I will deal with it then."

"The exterior wall can't be this kind of industrially strong blue-gray." Edward changed another photo.

"What color do you like? How about the pink?"

"..."

Edward took a deep breath to calm his mood, "Sky blue is fine."

"Listen to you."

"Then the metal pipelines inside the factory must be blocked."

"Edward, who will finish the plenum at that time, don't have to be so nervous about doing business with me. I'm not Old Barn."

Song Ya picked up the photos and flipped through them. They were all things that the trustee had agreed to. When he officially bought Baen Chemicals, these conditions would not be met, and the renovation would not cost much.

"If you replace Old Barn with you, I'm afraid I'm bankrupt now." Edward complained.

"On the contrary, I am always willing to win-win with partners."

Song Ya felt that the person in front of him had too deep a prejudice against him, and he was too lazy to talk about business with him again, and turned the topic away, "By the way, how is old Barn now?"

"Old age, he still has some money left, enough to travel the world carefree."

Edward has no good feelings for Old Barn, "Hey, he is unlucky when he meets you. He originally left a piece of wasteland and wanted to undertake the relocation of the two factories, but now he can’t wait for one, so he smashes his hands. Up."

"I know, hey, by the way, does he intend to sell that wasteland at a low price?"

"..."

Edward didn't answer, he stood up without saying a word and collected all the photos on the table, and then led his entourage to slam the door and leave.

"Really, why are you so careful."

Song Ya lied in the boss chair and turned around happily. He was in a very good mood. Thirty million won 80% of Baen Chemical's shares, plus three million paid for demolition and a small amount of fluorescent agent factory renovation costs. The salary and subsidies of the overseas Chinese engineers, plus the port storage costs of 3.2 million equipment in October and November, just spent 37 million calculated by Samuel to get everything done.

As long as the results of the general election in early November are announced, the factory is successfully sold to China. 80% of the 57 million is 45.6 million. The first profit is 8.6 million, which is enough for the fluorescent agent factory to lose. It's been a few years, and this big investment can make me pay a lot less taxes next April.

Then put the trademarks, patents and other intangible assets under the name of Baen Chemical to life, hey! Following the acquisition of Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company, the investment genius APLUS once again attacked without fail.

Of course, if John Liu did not succeed in his path and resold the equipment to Southeast Asia, it is estimated that he would be able to recover more than 30 million yuan. The loss is bound to be a loss, but not much.

"Taraji, how much is my BeautifulGirls on the B list?"

He can finally return to the main business of recording.

"Card two for six consecutive weeks." Taraji smiled gleefully.

"bother!"

Originally, Song Ya’s BeautifulGirls gave up the announcement after being suppressed by BoyzIIman’s Endoftheroad for three weeks. The shooting incident at nightclubs in Harlem added another fire. WhereIsTheLove made KrisKross’s JumpJump card two for six consecutive weeks. Seeing this record To be broken by another song of my own.

What's worse is that according to the momentum of Endoftheroad, Motula's confident WhereIsTheLove's 1992 B ranking will definitely be lost, what a hell!

"Ji Shengyu, why Shengliang..." He sighed helplessly.

"What?" Taraji could not understand Chinese.

"Nothing, how is the company doing?"

"It works normally. Fergie and Al are both recording songs. The second round of the selection of WanttoWantMe's heroines is underway, just outside the practice room."

"Go, take a look."

Song Ya and Taraji walked out of the office and came to the door of the practice room. There were a lot of people inside, mostly beautiful girls with hot bodies. They all sat on the floor around the walls of the practice room, Yeremov and Anne Fletcher. And the producers sent by Sony Columbia Records are lined up, sitting in a chair on the back wall, director Larry and two student assistants are standing against the wall in the corner.

The content of the interview seemed to be a ballet movement, assisted by a male dancer, and the girls went up to perform a simple duet with him.

"Is it necessary? I don't need these in my MV..."

Song Ya muttered.

"Otherwise, what is the interview? The heroine in your desk only needs to twist and show off, and there is not even a line."

Taraji vomited.

"What lines does the MV want?" Song Ya pouted.

"Then you must like to watch the first round of interviews, but unfortunately, those girls put on MV lace underwear one by one to show off their bodies, Yeremov feasted their eyes." Taraji continued to be yin and yang.

"I have seen a lot."

Song Ya answered casually, in exchange for Taraji's roll of eyes.

"Charis Theron." Anne Fletcher read a name.

A blond girl came out from the blind spot of Song Ya's field of vision. She was taller. She was indeed the South African girl. She did not expect that she actually came and entered the second round.

"I don't know what she thinks in her heart. She still has the face to come to Chicago." Taraji whispered.

Song Ya didn’t answer. The girl’s ballet tights were topped with a thin knitted jacket and a pair of shorts, which wrapped herself tightly. When she stood in front of the male dancer a little nervously, no matter her height or body shape. They all compared each other, and the other competitors who were sitting snickered.

This caused her to become more nervous, and she was a little at a loss to stand there.

"Cough." Anne Fletcher coughed to maintain order. "Go ahead."

Someone opened the accompaniment tape, and the two began to perform. This girl does have a good ballet foundation, the movements are in place, and the expressiveness is much better than Amy Adams.

She and the male dancer jumped farther and farther, and then began to do the last lift.

She speeded up a few steps and jumped up in front of the male dancer. The male dancer grabbed her waist and lifted it up. Unexpectedly, she lifted it halfway. The male dancer's arms softened and she was directly pressed against her body and lost her balance. , The two fell to the ground up and down.

"Hahaha!"

The girls burst into laughter, "It's too heavy!" I don't know who squeezed his throat and said.

"Sorry, it's my fault." The male dancer helped her up gracefully. "This action is done too many times, and the hands are a bit weak."

Without a word, she blushed with embarrassment.

"Let me do it."

Another male dancer took the initiative to invite her. He was blond, with a nice appearance, a slight figure but a good proportions. It should be convex and curled up. Even though there are all beautiful girls here, she is still the one who stands out from the crowd. Male dancers I should really like the opportunity to perform in front of her, and the deliberate ridicule of those girls is also out of a sense of crisis for competitors.

"OK, start directly from the last action." Anne Fletcher ordered.

She stretched the distance again, and then went on a run up, huh? Her weight made her step heavier than other girls, and jumped up in front of the male dancer again. This time I don’t know if the male dancer’s hands are weak or she rushes. Too much, after she was lifted up, she quickly turned over the male dancer's head, the male dancer immediately made a protective action, and then she was embarrassed by the opponent on her shoulders.

In order to maintain balance, the male dancer took a few steps back against him.

Everyone laughed this time, and even Anne Fletcher couldn't help putting her hand to her mouth, "Forget it, that's it." She waved.

"Let's finish it," Yeremov said. Only he noticed Song Ya who was standing quietly at the door and took the initiative to do what he liked.

"Well, then change one." Anne Fletcher didn't need to refute Yeremov's suggestion.

Song Ya was sluggish again. He once again made a movie scene, which is still the same as the previous few times. The male and female protagonists in Apocalypse BoutIt are very similar to the scene in front of them. The female protagonist repeatedly lifts up with her male partner during dance practice. Cooperation failed.

However, the height and weight of the heroine in this Apocalypse movie seem to be in the normal range, but the male dancers can’t hold it up. This seems a bit unconvincing, even if the movie seems to have specifically found some lean male dancers, but they practice The upper body strength of the dancer is good, and it is too fake to be unable to lift a girl of normal body shape.

On the contrary, according to the size of Charis Theron in front of him, this situation is very realistic.

"Then I should fail again..." Song Ya muttered to herself after'watching' this short plot.

Sure enough, the third male dancer came up to cooperate. This was even more embarrassing. I panicked when I saw the girl rushing over. I didn't wait for her to jump up and shout "Wait, wait" and then hid.

The fourth finally lifted her up normally, but the two of them fell to the ground when they did the continuous movement, and they were ridden by the girl, showing an unsightly posture.

She quickly stood up, the practice room was filled with joyful air.

Her willpower was really tough, she didn't cry at this time, she still remembered to lift the male dancer who had been apologizing from the ground.

It should be the actor's turn to play hehe, Song Ya walked into the practice room, "I'll do it," he said.

"APLUS!"

Now the inside exploded, and the girls who came to interview were shouting excitedly, some of their brains were ready to stand up and seize the opportunity to express themselves.

"Quiet!" Anne Fletcher snapped immediately.

"Hi." She flirted with her messy hair, and she didn't know how to squeeze a smile at Song Ya.

"It's okay, just jump normally." Song Ya's face was official, "Go."

"Ok."

She stepped back again, and then run up. When she came to her, there seemed to be something wrong again. Song Ya knew that she should slow down properly at this time. No wonder the male dancers in front were embarrassed.

But they were all small problems. Song Ya put both hands on her waist, and she used the strength of her arms to carry the inertia brought about by her speed, smoothly supporting her, and then even with her arms.

The girl was lifted into the air by him, neatly.

Anne Fletcher applauded fawningly, and Song Ya raised her head in the applause, facing her.

"Okay, it's okay~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She reminded in a low voice, it would be a bit ambiguous to continue.

Song Ya didn't put her down on the ground, but directly let go of her hand like in the movie. She let out a short scream of horror in the process of free fall, but was quickly caught by Song Ya in a princess hug.

She subconsciously hugged Song Ya's neck with her hands to maintain her balance, well, it's even more ambiguous now.

Song Ya put his hands on her back slightly and raised her face closer to him, and both of them could smell each other's breath.

She seemed to be seduced by Song Ya for a moment, pursing her red lips, her eyelids drooping slightly, but she quickly woke up, "Uh..." her eyes widened and she kept swinging her legs, trying to get out.

Song Ya always maintained the image of the cold-faced president, and put her down blankly, "Okay, you continue."

In the eyes of the girls admiring, they walk away coolly.

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