Chicago 1990

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At the house of Escobe, he was treated by the stars in the moonlight, but at this party he was treated politely but coldly and even slightly mocked. Song Ya knew that this was closely related to his current strength. In front of most black actors and singers, he was Absolutely successful people, and in front of real industry leaders...

Where is this...

"You look more closely today than Old Mike." On the car back to the hotel, he complained to Donovan.

"The CAA people at the party are a bit Doha." Donovan did not shy away from his true motives. He knew that the young singer in front of him was very shrewd and it was not easy to hide it. "Uh, APLUS, we should talk about the contract extension." Said: "We have worked together for the past four years, and your career has developed rapidly."

"Yes." In general, Song Ya is still willing to continue to cooperate. In the first year, he had great opinions on William Morris, but the cooperation in the next three years is generally pleasant, especially since CAA has grown bigger and started in recent years. Some shops have been bullying customers, and they frequently have feuds with their celebrities. Some celebrities complain that they even have to take care of eating and going to the toilet, and it is normal to control the interaction with their girlfriends and family members.

And William Morris, especially Hayden, is absolutely disadvantaged to himself and can do a lot less of such troubles.

"So?"

"I have a plan, Donovan, you know mine." The main reason is that he intends to compete with Motula in the future. He knows that his agent is a good bargaining chip for helping hands, such as MJ's agent Sandy Glen, so for the time being Can't promise Donovan yet.

"Well, you always have a plan." Donovan had no choice but to stop talking about this topic. "Is there anything you need lately?"

"Yes, I lack an assistant, and A+ Records also lack a manager." Song Ya said: "Taraji is becoming more and more interested in acting. She goes to Ivana for classes every day, and Yeremov also I need to help me stare in Hollywood, a dance that takes up nearly a year of my life. I don’t have time to reconnect with newbies, let alone young people like Taraji who may be seduced by other temptations at any time. , These two positions are best concentrated on one person, preferably a female, who can stay with me for a long time and have some personal connections in the circle."

"It's a coincidence, there is one person to choose."

Donovan said, "Did you meet MC at Escobe's house yesterday?"

"Yes."

"The MC's record company has a manager, Linda McCall, the wife of the outdated black singer Louis McCall, who is a very capable black woman." Nodovan said, "I feel that it will suit you very well. The mouth is also strict."

"Very capable? But MC is about to go bankrupt." Song Ya was worried.

"MC changed the law to spend money. He will go bankrupt sooner or later, it's not about Linda's business." Donovan said, "Should I arrange for you to meet?"

"Okay." Song Ya nodded and agreed. The days without an assistant were really hard, I didn't think I was busy with studies before.

The next day, Donovan called Linda to William Morris headquarters.

"Anything else? Linda."

After the conversation, Song Ya was very satisfied with the black woman in her thirties. She was ordinary and she was already approaching Aunt Bucket. She always wore glasses, looked unremarkable but quick-thinking, and spoke well. Her qualifications are also very good. She has helped MC since the 1990s and drove that guy’s music career to the top. She has a very good reputation in the circle. Song Ya learned about it and everyone said that she was wrong to work for MC. Up people. Although her husband has passed away, her contacts in the black music circle are still there. In recent years, she helped singer Keith Martin to develop his career, and now she has also transformed the business of promotion manager and singer agent.

"Give me some time to deal with the remaining affairs of MC." The arrival of the new employer, APLUS, is more like a pie from the sky to Linda McCall. MC's bankruptcy made her follow the bad luck. She didn't expect it. Can find such a good next job.

"What trouble does he have?" Song Ya asked.

"It has nothing to do with me, I will treat him with all my kindness." Linda said, "Why don't you go with me?"

"Where to go?"

"MC's mansion."

Song Ya agreed, he was very interested in how MC lost tens of millions of net worth in two years.

A group of people drove to his manor house in Los Angeles. When they entered the door, they saw a beautiful white racehorse being led by a special transport vehicle.

"LiteLight!"

Linda seemed to have a deep affection for the horse, "Oh my God, he sold LiteLight too!" She said sadly, covering her mouth.

"Are you very affectionate?" Song Ya asked.

"She won a lot of games, MC likes her very much, we all like her."

It should be a mare. It seems that MC's thoroughbred team is also over. Passing an empty large stable on the road, there is only a black male cleaner who forks the grass, "Linda, you came at an untimely time, he is drunk." The man saw Linda in the car.

"I'm here to say goodbye." Old Mike stopped the car, and Linda led Song Ya down.

"Damn it, then I won't do it anymore." The man dropped the pitchfork. "There is no horse here anyway, did you just see LiteLight?"

"Yes, at the door." Linda replied.

"A good relationship is always short, isn't it?" The cleaner was quite poetic.

"This kind of good life is not enough to burn." Linda replied, saying goodbye, a few people slowly scattered in the beautiful grassy manor to the door of the villa, and Song Ya saw MC lying drunk at a glance. A large group of white men in suits and leather shoes were surrounded by the lounge chairs by the swimming pool.

"Please sign this document, and this." The other party stuffed him with a pen and kept asking him to sign the document. He didn't read it at all and just signed it.

Linda took the pen from MC's hand in the past, "Don't sign anything in this state!" She yelled at MC.

"Linda? Fxxk! I'm over... I'm over..." He said with a crying voice, "I'm dead."

"Sir, I just verified that many of your wine cellars are fakes, which are not worth the previous bid."

At this time, an old man walked out of the villa with some workers behind him. The wooden wine racks of their carts were full of red wine bottles.

"That... how much is it worth?" MC asked.

"About two hundred and fifty thousand dollars," the old man replied.

"Fxxk! It took me millions to fill up that wine cellar!" MC cursed, trying to stand up, but fell from the recliner and fluttered on the ground for a long time without getting up.

"I said you believed in that liar who sells liquor!" Linda yelled, seeing him angry and pitiful.

Song Ya helped him up, "A...APLUS? Are you here... to see my joke?" He forced his drunk eyes and moved up and down in front of Song Ya's face, and it took him a long time to recognize it.

"Linda will work for me in the future." Song Ya saw water and a cup next to the recliner, poured a glass of water to him, and glanced at the documents in the hands of the people in suits around them, which are all fixed assets pledge And resale papers, they all seem to be bankers.

"Sir, you must sign these documents today..." said a leading white female.

"Fxxk, all of you betray me, Linda, you relied on me to buy a big house and opened an art management company for your husband..."

MC poured the water on his head and became sober and ignored those people, "You all made money through me~www.wuxiaspot.com~ We made money, but what about you!? You made countless times that of us! Where is your wealth?" Linda shouted at him: "Those horses? Wine? Cars? By the way, where's your car!?"

She ran to the garage and went around, "Where did that Ferrari go? I saw it here yesterday!"

"Uh, I seem, I seem to..." MC shook his head and recalled. For a long time, he couldn't explain clearly, but he threw the water on his head all over Song Ya.

"He lost the key to Ego." The cleaner of the stables followed and replied to help.

"Go find Igo to come back! He is just a follower of your cousin!" Linda took out the phone on the table and stuffed it into his hand. "And the things you gave to your cousins ​​and uncles, all To come back, it adds up to a lot of money!"

"I gave it to him, okay? It's embarrassing to come back with the gift." MC replied.

"You're already bankrupt, don't you know that you have lost all your meters in shame?" Linda said: "Go and get back! That car can save you a lot of money, at this time! They! What about people? They should all be by your side now!" She ran to the bankers and withdrew a document from them, "Keep these valuable investments! Use cars, wine, TV stations and even houses!"

"Fxxk, let me die!" MC picked up the bottle and started filling it again.

A smile appeared on the faces of the surrounding bankers, "Linda, return it to me, he must sign these documents today, okay?" The man reached out for it.

Song Ya felt MC's body slipping down, too lazy to hold him, and threw him back to the recliner, "Linda, you can't help."

Linda had to return the files and looked at the MC who was drunk again into a puddle of mud, disappointed, "Let's go, APLUS."

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