Chicago 1990

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"So we haven't been discovered yet, have we?" she asked with luck.

Song Ya frowned. As a man, he had done everything like arranging a bug, and he could still insist on not listening to the object and talking with others for a month? He thought about it for a while, I was afraid it would be difficult for him to do it, "Maybe." Of course this is not good to say to Mariah Carey.

"Hoo...that's good." She was grateful on the other end of the phone.

"But we have to be prepared, just in case, Mimi, are you really ready?" Song Ya asked her.

"I have done."

She didn't hesitate much. Song Ya was very moved by this, "But can you delay it for a while? My new professional..." she hesitated.

"I hope so, but you know, it doesn't depend on us."

After Song Ya talked with her, she found the old Mike who was still studying the desk machine: "How can we maximize the use of this eavesdropping device?"

"Call the police?" Old Mike said, "You don't need to come forward, just use the name of the company that bought this unit, just say you found it accidentally when you checked the line."

"New York Police..."

Song Ya shook his head. Halfway through 1993, the New York mayoral campaign has begun close combat. Dingkins did not engage in massive joint operations to fight crime like Chicago’s Daly, or to fight crime on the surface, he even did it. He didn't dare to act, but instead he intensified to please blacks and other minority immigrants with a large number of votes but extremely high crime rates, claiming that New York's mosaic-like multiculturalism is the world's most beautiful urban scenery. He is extremely proud of this.

The result of these two different responses was that Daly was re-elected very well in Chicago, while Dingkins only held the basics, fighting against Giuliani, who swore to be elected with an iron fist to fight crime.

Regardless of whether the local government is a donkey or an elephant, the group of police officers is generally biased towards the party and conservative. In addition, they have long been complaining about Dingkins' indulgent policy. They are now basically Giuliani. Aside.

I have been on the Dingkins platform many times at the New Year's Eve party, and the friendship with the New York police is definitely not as good as the Motura who has been working here for many years, calling the police. What if the evidence of the other party is not caught? On the contrary, the relationship between myself and the company that bought it is hard to hide from law enforcement agencies.

"I think the safest way is to put this equipment back in, take someone to guard it, and wait for the other party to collect the tape or change the battery and get the money, and then call the police." Song Ya said.

"Then I need a few capable helpers, and I have to arrange monitoring equipment for the weak current wells, and the risk of conflicts during hands-on is not controllable." Old Mike said: "It's hard to hide from Miss Kelly's bodyguards upstairs. They come and go, and they are not lowly vigilant."

Here comes the problem. If you want to find an excuse to change her bodyguard, you have to stab the matter out, otherwise it will startle. Without stabbing it out, there is no way to avoid her bodyguards and wait for it...

"I think about it, give me a day, you listen to the recording again, if there are no other problems, erase the phone calls between me and Mimi and put them back quietly."

Then only forced to change bodyguards, Song Ya has a few potential candidates in his mind, but before that, he is going to see Daniel, it is time to give him some words.

The Waldorf Astoria, the banquet hall, well-dressed upper class people gathered here, waiting for the opening of a charity jewelry auction held by the famous charity queen Mrs. Astor.

"Cheney vowed to help the Elephant Party recover the'hearts' of the military-industrial complex within four to eight years."

The whispered conversation of two old white men came to Song Ya, who happened to pass by behind him. Cheney’s name aroused his interest. He only knew that after the defeat of the Elephant Party, the former defense minister got the arrangement of a large energy company. He’s fat poor, politically seems to have disappeared. This is the first time this year that people have heard people reconnect with the election.

"Waitress." He pretended to stop for a drink, and continued to listen.

"Haha, he knew it was wrong?" Another person sneered: "Isn't he happy to disarm?"

"Not anymore, that kind of political animal."

The person who brought up the conversation replied: "He and Rumsfeld have left the responsibility to Dr. Kissing and Scowcroft."

"So they can kick Dr. Kissin and Scowcroft out of the game?"

"Otherwise, how to win the trust of the military-industrial complex again? As sinners, they are kneeling on the ground and licking with their tongues. The Elephant Party also has to lick the military-industrial complex back, otherwise they will not be able to beat the Donkey Party in four or eight years."

"The military-industrial complex is going to drink blood."

"There is always no shortage of wars, right?"

After talking about this, the two found Song Ya standing not far behind, "Huh?" They looked wary.

"Hey, YO!" Song Ya put on the disguise of a hip-hop star, lifted his chin to the two, and said impolitely: "I'm looking for Daniel, Daniel Glass."

"APLUS, I recognize you haha."

The two of them relaxed, and put on the iconic white man’s hypocritical smile with a sense of looking down, "Daniel is over there, go."

Song Ya used to find Daniel who was sitting in the corner of the temporary auction seat, "People who come here like to talk about national affairs?" Sit down beside him.

"Don't underestimate it, Mrs. Astor and her friends have a lot of political energy. Here, the Waldorf Astor was formerly owned by the Astor family, as well as Newsweek." Daniel said lazily. He was in EMI. Being emptied, I am very keen to participate in such activities recently.

"Shall we talk alone?" Song Ya was not in the mood to care about this, he observed that many people began to take their seats.

"Ok."

Daniel loosened his bow tie, picked up the auction number plate, and walked outside with Song Ya to find a quiet corner.

"I can't stand Motura anymore."

When Song Ya said this, Daniel's eyebrows were immediately raised.

"Maybe it's a good idea for us to find a way to work together again." There is nothing to be euphemistic, and since he decided to do it, all his words are straightforward.

"You don't even want to send your second album to Sony Columbia Records?" Daniel still misunderstood, or no one imagined that he would be so bold. "I never heard of any irreconcilable conflict between you and Motula."

"Very irreconcilable."

Song Ya looked around and lowered her voice, "I mean, the seat of the president of Sony Columbia Records. You were very unhappy at EMI, right?"

With WTF on his face, Daniel opened his mouth, and decided to look at Song Ya for a long time before he said: "This reminds me of the time when you insisted on singing to De Klerk with Mira. You were still so impulsive to APLUS."

"I got that thing done, so it can't be considered impulsive, right?" Song Ya said.

"How are you going to do this?" Daniel asked.

Song Ya shook his head, "It's not convenient to disclose for the time being, but Daniel, don't tell me you don't want to be in charge of Sony Columbia Records. That's too hypocritical."

"What do you know?" Daniel's reaction was a little unexpected, his eyes became very wary, "Who are you helping? Are you trying to use this as a bait to stop me from jumping to the next house?"

"What's next? Wait, do you deliberately quit?"

The news made Song Ya a little anxious, "What next player can compare to the booming Sony Columbia Records?"

"You really don't know?"

"I don't know, I swear."

Daniel sighed, "I plan to partner with Doug Morris of Atlantic Records to open my own record company, and I will be his deputy."

"What?" Song Ya laughed. "You used to be the president of SBK. He was the president of Atlantic Records. You are now the president of EMI North America. He is also the president of Atlantic Records. Then you said you were going to be his deputy?"

"APLUS today is different from the past." Daniel said with some decadence.

"Don't hesitate, you are a very good leader of a big record company. There is nothing wrong with your strategy in EMI North America. It's just bad luck." Song Ya can't let him go now and fudge hard, "Remember How did you convince me before? Those words still make me use for life."

"You must do this?"

"must."

"You...what can you gain by doing this?"

"You have to help with Motula, and I don't want to make a fuss with the company like the first one when I post the second one."

Daniel did not immediately agree, "I think about it, this is not a trivial matter, it is really not a trivial matter..." He muttered and walked back to the auction site.

The city was like him, Song Ya still noticed a trace of joy from his face the moment he turned around. It was inevitable that it was strange that this guy was not moved.

The auction items for the charity auction were donated by celebrities or wealthy businessmen, including the organizer, Mrs. Astor, but she was not seen at the scene. Daniel came here to fancy a post-modern style painting. The chairs were full, and the two stood behind. After a lot of bidding, Daniel spent more than 20,000 dollars to win the painting that consists of a few simple color blocks. , Song Ya couldn't understand at all.

"Congratulations to the No. 54 bidder, oh, it's Mr. Daniel Glass." The auctioneer dropped the hammer and gestured to this side with a smile.

The people sitting in front all turned their heads and glanced back, some of them clapped slightly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Daniel nodded at them with a smile, and the auction continued.

Song Ya didn’t pay attention to this. Just now, he had another movie clip of Apocalypse. It was the actor and actress of the Apocalypse movie when he chased Cathy in the rain last time. She and another man and a woman were also standing in positions similar to him, man. It implies that the girl kept holding up placards and successfully won a picture.

"Pure colorless 17 carat diamond ring, from the cutting-edge designer Arabo, the starting price is one million..."

"Come here and buy something?" Daniel smiled.

"Huh?" Song Yazheng recalled the story of the Apocalypse, and found nothing ahead.

Daniel turned his mouth on the stage, and the appearance of this large shiny diamond ring made the bidders whispered and talked.

"Isn't Mimi jealous of the big diamond ring MJ gave Brooke Shields? Maybe she should give her one too? It just compensates for the premium she paid for buying a house in Tribeca. It's just the meaning of giving the ring... it's perfect if you change it to a necklace... "

While hesitating, the price has been raised to 1.8 million by people who frequently show up.

"For such a big ring, I remember it should be more than this price?" he asked Daniel.

"Cartier and Tiffany are naturally more than that. This designer is not well-known, and the jewelry brand he founded has no history." Daniel replied.

"One million eight hundred and seventy thousand..."

Song Ya impulsively raised his hand, "1.88 million, this..." The auctioneer helped his glasses and saw himself clearly, "Mr. APLUS? Please show your number..."

"Uh..." Song Ya came here as an invitation to Shirley Fleming, and the number seemed to be... "One hundred and eight!" He replied loudly.

This reckless response caused the upper-class society to cover their mouths and snickered.

But no one increases the price anymore...