Chicago 1990

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On the contrary, the irritable Motula made Song Ya more at ease. Now the bodyguard has completely taken orders from Mariah Carey or herself, and then gradually replaced her personal accountant and the like, and then the agent...

"Mr. APLUS, Miss Kelly said that we are going to see friends in the Queens nightclub in the evening, we should..."

The next afternoon, the captain of the bodyguard over there called.

"No." Song Ya simply refused.

Her protest call was quickly followed up, "What is the difference between what you did and Tommy!?"

Song Ya coaxed her, "Be good, dear, we are still too early to win the final victory. When he returns to New York from Dream Manor, he will inevitably ask us to settle accounts."

"I only talk about tonight, I want to meet my childhood friend." She said.

"Then you don't have to go to a nightclub at all, you can entertain at home," Song Ya replied.

She started acting like a baby again, "I want to go, okay, okay?"

"Will you talk about your new album and the tour? I'll accompany you then."

"You!" She hung up the phone so angry.

Become a demon right after being loosened a little rein? Hum, Song Ya sneered and threw the phone on the sofa at will. The villa of Nuo Da was quiet and silent. Taraji and Amy had both gone to Los Angeles. The house was very deserted. He went to the study and sat down.

"Uh……"

There was nothing on the table in front of me, the usual steaming coffee, unfolded books, and marked labels. "Mike, my schoolbag seems to be forgotten in the car." He picked up the landline.

"Your." Old Mike came quickly.

"Thank you." Taking the schoolbag, took out the ideal country, and then read it and wrote a small note according to the professor's request.

After writing a short paragraph, I felt a little thirsty. I went to the coffee machine and sat down again. This time I didn't finish writing a paragraph and felt hungry again.

"Damn philosophy!"

It’s interesting to hear from the seniors that classical philosophy is still interesting. After Heidegger’s existentialism, the class is like listening to the heavenly scriptures. He decided to take the necessary core courses and let it go without asking himself.

But now to solve the problem of hunger...

"Marvota! Marvota!"

After shouting for a long time, it was old Mike who came, "They are playing outside, what's the matter?" Old Mike asked.

Open the curtains and look out. Mavota is playing with Tony and Silencer shirtless on the basketball court. A gardener trims branches in the distance, "I'm hungry."

"They ordered pizza and fried noodles."

"It's pizza again, I want to have a hot mouth."

"Just warm it up in the microwave."

"..."

Taraji is not there, and even the cook is gone. It seems that he needs to hire one. Let’s solve the problem of his stomach first. He went downstairs and saw the takeaway boxes full of pizza and Chinese food on the table in the living room. He went to pick I took two pieces and looked clean, and gnawed back upstairs.

Halfway through, he turned his head and went out to the basketball court.

"Hey! Brother, go on!"

Tony threw the ball to himself, he caught it with one hand, adjusted it, pizza in one hand and the basketball in the other, sprinting a few steps, leaping high under the basket, and dunking the ball.

"Wow!" The other three on the court yelled strangely, "AAAAPLUS!" Tony applauded in the accent of NBA commentary, "Your body is getting stronger and stronger, my dear brother."

"Two on two?" The silencer took the ball into his hand.

"Wait until I finish eating." After eating two pizzas three times and five times apart, he wiped his hands on his clothes at random, and the four people divided their sides, and they had a lively fight.

They are all their own people, there is nothing to give up. The three of them rely on their weight to flow inside, and they don’t have too much skill. They are divided into Tony and fight against Mavota and the silencer. Tony will be heard from time to time in the stadium. His complaints amused and the crash of a hard muscular bridge and a hard horse.

It was getting dark, "I'll turn on the lights." Mavota was still not satisfied, and ran to turn on the stadium lights.

"Forget it, let's stop here today." Song Ya waved his hand and picked up the clothes on the floor to wipe off his sweat. The time for playing was already over.

"My brother, you should have fun like this, every day is so busy." Tony followed, "Didn't you practice dancing today?"

"The teacher only came on weekends."

"But you are often away on weekends."

"Ok."

He returned to the study and was about to continue dealing with his studies, and found that Tony was still following.

"what happened?"

Tony usually doesn't go into the study, and after the security threats have diminished, he has rarely followed him around.

"Something." A rare hesitant expression appeared on Tony's face. He rubbed his hands and walked to the study sofa to sit down.

"Say it."

"Then I said it?"

"Say it."

"Uh..." Tony twisted his face, probably thinking about the wording, "Have you been concerned about the fluorescent agent business lately?" he asked.

"of course."

Song Ya didn't understand why he asked this, "I will go to New York to appear in court in August for the fluorescent agent lawsuit."

Tony continued to rub his hands again.

"Come on, my brother, when did you become so restrained?" Song Ya urged, looking at the book in front of him.

"They said I should have a share of that business, right?" Tony said.

"You have a copy? What do you mean?" Song Ya frowned immediately.

"Hey! You..." Tony gesticulated, "It's here, that party! The one that Fergie did!? Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember." Song Ya guessed what he wanted to say.

"I first figured out how to use the fluorescent agent in the party. They said you made a lot of money with my idea..." Tony said.

"Who are they?" Song Ya asked alertly: "Who did you hang out with in Chicago recently?"

"That's... it's them..." Tony shrugged and spread his hands. "Don't ask this, you just say it makes sense? Creativity, my ideas can be worth some money, right?"

Song Ya took a breath and rubbed her eyebrows, "What Tony do you want?"

"I don't know, but I think it was my idea. I deserved my share. Isn't that too much demand? Alex." Tony lowered his head and muttered softly: "I can't always be you And you are not short of people now."

Creativity...

Indeed, Tony did it first when he touched the fluorescent agent on his body and used it in the rave party, and by the way helped him apocalypse IgottaFeeling. It’s unreasonable that a woman can help Apocalypse get all kinds of benefits, but she doesn’t give Tony a little bit, just like Dilei gave himself the idea of ​​a synthetic sound company before, but he didn’t bring him when he started A+ audio company. I've always been worried about it. It's normal to have such grievances in capital society, but from the trend...

He thought of Mariah Carey and MJ's two greedy sisters.

"Would you hire a lawyer to talk to me?" Song Ya was willing to give it, but didn't want to make the matter unclear. In the end, everyone was unhappy.

"Does the family also need that kind of people to participate?" Tony shook his head, "I don't want too much, Alex, just give me enough money."

"Enough to spend?"

Song Ya was disgusted when he heard the word, "Which level is good enough? Blue-collar? White-collar? Or partying every day and partying all night? Like Little Lori?"

"Just... you can make me appear in front of your friends decently. I am your brother, the brother of the big star APLUS. I can't always pay the bill. Others will say that I am unpleasant behind my back."

"That kind of nightclub liquor account?"

Song Ya looked at him coldly, "Who have you played with recently? Stay away from them!"

"They're all decent people, I won't mix with people like Lori again." Tony said.

"Where is your cheerleader girlfriend?"

"I changed it early, now I'm a dancer, hip-hop, I helped her find a role in your movie, Yeremov helped." Tony answered honestly.

Song Ya shook his head and didn't want to worry about the friendship between these dragon characters, "I finally got you out of the little Lori living environment, you can't go back, okay? If I find out, you won't get a penny. ."

"Alex, I don't know."

"Well, this way..."

Song Ya thought for a while, "The security company affiliated to CNA has a professional security training organization. You should sign up, study hard, and get all the certificates of the official security personnel. Then I will arrange for you to go to Barn to set up a security executive. You must also work hard. About two or three years later, there will be some equity incentives for company executives. Only then can you get the share that belongs to you. Not much, but it should be enough. . If you can’t do this, or if it’s still not enough, then it must be your problem."

Tony complained a few words ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but still agreed.

When he left, Song Ya looked from the window to them who returned to the stadium to continue playing. This episode did not cause him any special emotions. The confusion after the crossing, the indignation of Pablo as a cash cow, the settlement of safety and After losing his life goal briefly after financial urgency, he is now in a new round of confusion.

Whether it's Quincy Jones or Spike Lee, these people will not directly attack themselves in the media. The second generation of Hollywood has also left the battle. In short, there are no people in the circle willing to offend someone who is on the rise for no reason. A-List singers and politicians are basically polite, and even the conspiracy to overthrow Motura in a rebellion, after a long delay, nothing can stimulate him.

investment? Several companies are making money, and apart from the poor performance of Apple shares on the stock market, they have hardly encountered any setbacks.

What are you doing now? Follow Tianqifa Records to make a movie step by step, and then watch the numbers keep beating up? Solving family problems caused by relatives? Constantly worrying about the management affairs of various companies?

My goal in life became more and more blurred during a series of busy schedules. I remember that when I first met Yeremov, I was also ambitious to establish my own global record distribution system, and now I have thrown that ideal into the corner.

"Yeremov, who is the most powerful person in the entertainment industry?" He called Yeremov.

"The most powerful? CAA's Michael Ovitz, Sony Columbia Records' Motura..." Yeremov replied.

"It's not selected by that kind of magazine, it's the one who really holds the power and calls the wind and the rain." Song Ya knew it wouldn't be those.

"Murdoch of News Corporation, Redstone of Viacom? Anyway, you can find it at the top of the wealth list." Yeremov said.