Chapter 1104

"It is said that fujibi magazine will probably calculate aplus' personal wealth to more than one billion yuan this year, right? There are some things I didn't want to say, but aplus woke up and, according to reliable sources, he is fully sane and can even handle personal affairs. So I can finally say what I used to hold in my stomach In fact, I always think Fuji is making gimmicks before. Yes, they're playing eye-catching. How legendary is it for a comatose 22-year-old African American to become the youngest self-made millionaire? Hehe, but you also said that in recent months, he had been taken away a lot of property by his private lawyer. The Chicago law firm was deserted overnight, and aplus was so pathetic These two things are contradictory, aren't they? So let's go back to the original question: does fujibi really know what aplus is worth? "

"Ha ha! It's a coincidence, right? Aplus was shot unconscious, his fans crazy to the cinema in March and April to brush the football monster, the girls watched him cry on the big screen, tears all drained. As a result In June, he woke up before the start of his other leading movie blade warrior He's awake! Ha ha, the time point for the front page headlines is as ingenious as it has been arranged. Now, are fans going to dry their tears, continue to contribute to the box office, give him money, and laugh at the big screen? Who can remember aplus, the scandal ridden aplus in the second half of last year? No one! "

"Aplus should be responsible for the major riots in all parts of the country in January. At that time, his people jumped up and down, provoked conflicts among ethnic groups in the United States and sprinkled salt on their wounds. Innocent people died in the riot, countless shops and communities were robbed and destroyed, countless people were arrested and jailed, and small and medium-sized business owners suffered a lot..."

The media seemed to have withdrawn their sympathy overnight. Sloan changed several channels. Song Ya didn't feel how happy they were about waking up.

"It's hard to imagine that this station has also made a special film for you before. It often tracks and reports the gossip about the fight for your property." Linda said with a smile.

"It's a good nger to be a black multimillionaire lying in bed with no one awake and seeing that his property is about to be divided up, right?"

Song ya probably understood the mentality of these media. He looked down at the pen in his hand with a faint smile, but he still couldn't do it. His fingers didn't work, so he had to look to Sloan for help.

Sloane wrapped his hands around the outside and squeezed his fingers tightly.

"Now it's not bad? It's more like an artist, a pianist's hand. "

Linda, the president of a + records, saw his much longer fingers than before, and picked out a kind of auspicious saying: "how can you say something? Young people are thin and hopeful? "

"Hey, hey..."

Song Ya grinned and held his breath, concentrating on the signature pen in his hand. This is his current "primary enemy". The black ink at the end of the document is crooked and twisted. He almost drags with the strength of his arm to finally sign his name.

It was his first business decision after he woke up: he fired the current general manager of metropolitan records and formally took up the post himself.

A very small problem, which should have been finished in January.

"I want to kiss you again."

Linda put away the papers and gave Sonya a black big mother kiss on the cheek. She was happy. "Cochrane said Goodman and they ran away. You should appoint a new lawyer to ask Sony Columbia Records for the record income settlement last year. I think you need cash most now." She suggested.

"Well, I will."

Song Ya's eyes are set on a set of exquisite three disc CDs on the small bed table in front of her chest. The collection of "forever 22" released by Sony Columbia Records in February contains her first "aplus" and her second "21". In the third disc, there are selected singles from the first two majors and some pure music created by himself for the original soundtrack of dancing my life and cat and mouse game movies, which were released about It was created by himself during his family period.

On the cover is a silhouette of myself conducting at the Chicago Symphony Center. In the later stage, it has a very artistic style and style. In black and white tone, except for the black tuxedo in the center of the picture and holding the baton, other bands, theaters and audiences are all virtualized. The golden light is sprinkled from the top of the head, and his body, stained by halo, is "thin". His figure is slightly spiritual, lonely and fragile At first glance, it seems to be mistaken for a serious Symphony album by a dead famous artist.

"Er..."

Linda noticed her boss's eyes and nervously crossed her fingers. "I think we need to have a sustainable income anyway, so I agreed with Sony Columbia."

"It doesn't matter. It's not a bad thing."

Sony Columbia Records has a very high pricing strategy for this set of things. It is almost as expensive as MJ's limited edition historical double disc album. It has its own shooting and coma blessing. I heard that it sells very well.

Universal records was so greedy that she asked Linda for her own lyrics and compositions several times. She wanted to send out a new specialty of her "quasi posthumous". Linda resisted the pressure and refused to agree.

Put herself in the position of Linda at that time. There is nothing wrong with doing so. Business is business. It is not a mistake of principle to make peace with the enemy in the direction of the same interests.Yesterday, yelemov took advantage of the opportunity of solitude to confess in tears that he had not withstood the pressure of fox film industry in the 20th century. He still appropriated 30 million money from his account to the other party in succession even though the tickets for Cameron's Titanic project had jumped again. Moreover, he also accepted three "small gifts" from Fox pictures.

"I was forced to..." Yelemov was very aggrieved, "if you don't take it, Mr. bill mckennik, the president of his family, is not at ease."

Festival does not lose on the line, the same, song Ya chose to forgive the senior manager.

"We need to quickly assign the new law firm to get the relevant legal documents of Goodman and Hamlin, and continue the revenue settlement lawsuit with Sony Columbia Records." Sloan took the opportunity to propose again.

"Let me think about it again." Song Ya declined again.

"At least we can figure out how Americana music website was separated from a + audio company? Goodman and Hamlin have run away, and now no one knows what's going on there, except diley Sloan went on.

"Cochrane said Goodman might want to leave his brother, Jimmy, in Chicago to negotiate with you, but Jim was so scared out of the door that day that he couldn't find anyone who could make things clear." Linda said.

"Well." Song Ya nodded and refused to comment.

"Are you still struggling with 3dfx? They've done very well this time, aplus. "

Now, Sloan is undoubtedly the one who knows himself best. After waking up, she talked with her about 3dfx several times. "In the process of listing, I didn't make any big moves on your shares. It's just that she resisted Goodman's coercion and inducement. It's just that there are too many negative factors that have been shorted by Wall Street. Those are purely business and management decision-making issues, and I don't think it's worth your valuable energy to think at this stage... "

"It's not the point at all," Sloan said

"Slow down, slow down. I'm in a mess right now, Sloan."

Song Ya knows that apocalypse is absolutely useful, such as the MV hunted with AK by white people but blocked by AK, such as the Requiem of sudden Apocalypse when shot.

He is really entangled with 3dfx, because it is not Goodman Hamlin stealing money, it is not diley's betrayal, it is not Susie, Tony and sherifen making a big fuss. It is 3dfx that wakes him up.

"Well, you have a good rest and calm down. We'll talk about this when we get back to Chicago."

Sloan said helplessly.

"You need to be calm, not me."

Song Ya said with a smile, "I feel you care more about myself than I do now."

"Oh? Is it? " Sloane is not very convinced.

"Goodman, since they dare to steal my money, they won't show any obvious flaws. If they run away, I can only take a lawsuit against them if I don't use violence and illegal means, and then try to get the settlement conditions for returning some stolen goods and returning legal documents. If they collude with Carl Icahn, the other party will certainly charge fees and protection fees. If they steal 100 million yuan from me, at least 30 million yuan will flow into the pockets of the wolf of Wall Street. This is the same logic as money laundering. They are covered now. "

Song Ya looked at old Mike, who was supervising the nurse's preparation of nutrients. "In fact, I don't have the ability to solve this problem quickly now, and I don't want to introduce other law firms to take over the legal affairs of my company."

"What about dillai? Don't you say you won't forgive delay? " Sloan asked.

"Delia can try Alicia first. I've asked Cochrane to prepare documents to see if we can stop the listing of Americana music website." Song Ya replied.

"Drop the bomb first?"

"It doesn't have to be useful. My shares were diluted after the split up of Americana music website, but at least I should have the right to fire delay's position as president of a + audio."

"The board members of aplus, 3dfx, have left for Chicago." Dr. Chen, President of a + venture capital, walked in and said, "Cochrane has also obtained your private jet lift from the bail judge in Barnes."

"It's still 3dfx." Sloane complained.

"Let's do it one by one, OK?"

Song Ya comforted him, "by the way, what about Dr. Mei and his wife?" He asked Dr. Chen.

"Oh, you know, Goodman also tried to get involved in 3dfx. Dr. Mei has been getting angry at both ends of the country for the past six months. He is at a loss. The Internet industry is not a global hot spot. He advised his wife Yan Hong to go back home and start a business. I squeezed out some venture capital to bring them back to China."

Dr. Chen replied.

"What a pity. Ha! Mimi！”

Maria Kelly brought some new clothes, and Sonya picked out a dark long windbreaker, and waited for her and the nurse to help herself put them on, "sunglasses for me."

It's time to leave the hospital.

Lee Phillips, an ex-wife's lawyer, helped apply for a ban on Dr. house's 500 meters around him.

They moved him to a wheelchair, and Linda pushed him behind. The South African bodyguard and old Mike were still in charge of the security work. Maria Kelly and Sloane got on the car first."Ha! Thank you, Forman

Song Ya had a good impression on the black intern who had stopped house from going mad and "saved his life" in time. In the future, he would have a fund for his medical research work at Princeton medical school, so as not to be revenged by the boss house for his unemployment.

"Goodbye, aplus." Forman, the dean and others took him to the door of the hospital.

As soon as he left the hospital with a windbreaker on the outside of the patient's uniform, he enjoyed the care of countless flashlights. Fortunately, he was ready to wear sunglasses. His head was slightly tilted to one side, his face was wearing a tired but indifferent smile. He raised his hand with difficulty, put his elbow on the armrest of the wheelchair, and turned his wrist at will to say hello to the reporters.

Reporters and paparazzi are more humane this time. They don't ask any messy questions out loud, so they take their pictures in silence.

"Ah! Ah! Ah There were screams of ecstasy from fans.

He couldn't find out where the fans were until the wheelchair was lifted into the ambulance, and then he found the crowd holding the badge from a distance, "wait a minute." He told the doctor not to close the back door, but to smile, wave and blow a sickly kiss.

"Aplus, we love you!" The girls were excited, crying and shouting slogans.

"Yes."

With the door closed, the motorcade slowly headed for the airport. In addition to the New Jersey police officer who was driving the road, a South African motorcycle stopped at the end of the motorcade riding an Apulia motorcycle.

"What was the last medicine we gave him?" Dr. house appeared next to Forman and looked at his beloved motorcycle, which was getting farther and farther away.

"Er..." Forman looked down at the ward record, "dexamethasone."

"Is it?"

Dr. house quickly restored a rare disease that could be cured by dexamethasone. The corners of his mouth cocked slightly and he was relieved, "by the way, you're fired, Forman."

"No surprise."

Forman is not in a hurry.

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