Chapter 1147

"Yo, aplus brothers."

"Yo, jazz, Dame, you're Biggs, right? When did you get out of prison? "

On January 4, 1998, Sonya, Shakira and Linda arrived at the headquarters of metropolitan records early in the morning. They were not far away from their original parent company, the old New York branch of metropolitan Communications Corporation. They had not moved to their home since the 1980s. They had been renting for a long time in the top two floors of an eight story old brick and concrete structure building facing the street. They had nothing to do with the metropolitan insurance and the Metropolitan Opera House in New York Capital cities in the word and metropolis in the other two.

Song Ya and their fists, hugs, shoulder thumping. A tall, fat old black standing behind jazzy and damondash should be Biggs, the latest to get out of prison. Song Ya knew that he was quite famous in Brooklyn. He was the one in charge of dirty work in front of the three of the local villains. He really had a ruthless character.

"Already out." Biggs's answer in a low voice.

The Jazz brothers set up the headquarters as their home, and the offices of their own roc-a-fella records are also housed. The door is marked with a beautiful Brass plaque, and a small radio station is built. The studio is next door.

Other old black, who looked at him curiously, was also a member of the roc-a-fella trio, or a record company employee.

"Hey, Matthew."

Next door on the other side is Matthew Norris's music world entertainment records office, and Sonya shakes hands with each other.

Although it was an unsuccessful old record company in history, metropolitan records was backed by the rich metropolitan communications in the early years, and later it was owned by ABC television network and Disney. In fact, there was no cheap product in the whole interior. The precious all solid wood floor, wainscot and tables and chairs were polished by time, and they were old and new.

"Shakira." Song Ya introduced Shakira to them, "what about NAS?"

"They're welcome to the party in the afternoon, at least."

Jazzy is wearing a fancy skateboard jacket and a lot of big gold chains and gold watches. After he owns a platinum record and gets the signing fee for a pen exchange contract, he should have a good life in 1997. After biggie, a Brooklyn native, died, because he boasted that his father's base camp is in Harlem, he has more and more influence in Brooklyn, and indeed more and more has the temperament of a rapper "You've never been here?" He asked.

"Not really."

Soon after the official handover, he was shot. Song Ya didn't have a chance to come and inspect.

"Wow, let me show you around your own company?"

"Yes."

"This building is an office space. This is a small radio station founded by Damon and I. We spend most of our time here. This is the storage room and staff's office. The small conference room, recording room and mixing studio are all upstairs..."

In the morning, the record company was quite cold and quiet. The old-fashioned decoration style made the corridor dark and narrow. Jazzy pushed open the door of each office by the side of the road.

There is always a feeling that sparrow has five internal organs. Song Ya seems to have returned to the small place where old Joe records or a + records rented in the early years. Of course, this is much bigger than that of old Joe records. But the overall atmosphere between hip-hop brands is really not much different.

It's also a place for black musicians. Jazzy's valet, who was just watching, began to decorate the bar and was busy carrying wine to the Internet bar.

Hip hop singers, such as bragging dad, NAS and jazz, are also party planners at the same time. Many New York stars, not limited to black and record industry stars, will also find them when they hold parties. They are the best at stir frying atmosphere, from DJ, singing to party service and serving wine.

Bragging dad once had a hot party and a stampede accident.

"Have you and Foxy Brown's platinum record certification yet?"

Song Ya pointed to the empty wall and asked.

"No, the damn RIAA is too bureaucratic." Jazzy cursed.

"Linda, remember to hurry them up." This is the responsibility of her own boss and president. Song Ya tells Linda behind her, "by the way, what about little foxy Brown?"

"Same, come in the afternoon or in the evening."

Jazzy leads the way up the stairs, facing his first poster with foxy brown, and then the destiny girl, William Adams and stupid punk.

The punk duo finally put on the modified motorcycle helmet they had seen in Ifeel it coming MV.

Song Ya felt good. In the chaotic year of 1997, he completely lost his hand, and the original president was unreliable. Everything was still in order.

"Ah! APLUS！”

Beyonce, they screamed out of a room with the sign in the recording. Five girls surrounded him, ignored Shakira, and danced happily around his arm."Hello."

Song Ya hugged them and scratched Emily's nose. "How are you doing here?"

"Not bad."

My cousin replied, "everyone is waiting for you."

"OK, work first."

The main purpose of coming here is to record worthit for the girl of destiny, "you wait for me for five minutes." He punched the musicians who came out with him, "jazzy." Let him show his star studded self the rest of the studio, mixing studio and other offices.

"How long has no one come in here?"

After Linda opened the president's office with her key, there was a musty smell in it. Song Ya fanned in front of her nose with her hands.

"It's been locked up for months since the dismissal of the former president, hasn't it?"

Linda goes in and opens the windows for ventilation. Song Ya looks inside. It's the old bureau, the boss's desk, the sofa, the messy corner of honor

"Forget it. Let's record it first."

Song Ya took off the windbreaker and hung it up for Linda. She asked her to find someone to clean it up. She rolled up her sleeves and held Shakira in her arms. She walked into the recording studio where the group of heavenly women just came out.

This is the largest recording studio owned by metropolitan records. The mixer and other equipment were all updated by the start-up funds after the merger of a + records and Disney at the beginning of last year. Song Ya entered the studio as if she had stepped into the 1990s from the 1970s.

One of the few white people in the company sits in front of the audio processing computer. Black people play music and white people play high-tech. It has become a new trend in the recording industry.

"Come on." Matthew Norris pushes his daughter into the studio.

The other girls from the destiny real girl group, as well as musicians and jazzy, joined in.

"Find a place for yourself. Don't be constrained." Song Ya lets Shakira go to the sofa and walks to the tuning desk.

Damondash, Biggs, Matthew Norris and unknown attendants filled the control room with people who had nothing to do with it. The little brother with a wink took wine from the wine cabinet and ice cubes from the small refrigerator. They quarreled and quarreled with each other. They were noisy but also lively.

Song Ya held the mixer with both hands and watched all this silently. No one dared to be so unruly when he was recording a + record, but It's not bad. Now don't feel like you're experiencing the old days.

"Let's go." He saw through the glass that the studio was ready and said to the tuner.

"OK, get ready..." The tuner pressed the phone and said to the microphone.

“GiveittomeI'mworthit……”

Beyonce and Emily sang along with the melody. There was a difference in the allocation of lyrics between the members and the original song. Song Ya was not in a hurry to adjust. She touched her chin and listened silently.

“Okay，Itellherbringitbacklikesheleftsome……”

Jazzy's rap part has a bit more drag than the original singer, but it's not bad. He should be stronger than the original singer.

"OK, the problem is mainly at the end of the word, you, do these rhymes, you do Jazzy, the second paragraph of your widit should be witty. Once you change the tune, sing like this... "

After listening to a song, song Ya pressed the phone and started to work and demonstrated it in person. No one would challenge himself in the recording room, including jazzy, who was obediently modified according to the requirements.

Shakira handed over a cocktail.

"You drink it, I don't drink it."

His body has not recovered to the perfect state of twenty knives. Song Ya is absolutely free from alcohol for the time being.

So Shakira went back to the sofa and chatted with other idle people. They were young musicians of the same age, and soon got familiar with each other.

Song Ya's ears also automatically filter out these noises.

"Good. Let's go over it again."

"Again, this time, little Beyonce, you..."

"Emily, why does it make me feel weird every time it's your turn?"

"Cheer up and sing!"

This is the saliva song with pop style. The singers have a high understanding. Beyonce and they should have practiced the song for a long time. After Song Ya's intensive adjustment for more than an hour, the effect has been very satisfactory. Most of his time is training Emily, who is relatively backward.

"Have a rest?"

Linda saw little Emily's mouth curled up. She wanted to cry or not. She came over and said, "the person you want to interview is here."

“OK。”

Song Ya stares at little Emily and agrees to come down.

Linda took a fancy to and accompanied ENVOGUE through the first half of the 1990s. Even in the New York music circle, it's hard to find any leaks. What's more, song Ya is satisfied that he is a middle-aged black man who does not mix with the streets.

The other party is more willing to be the executive vice president and music director of aplus's record label. When he came to seek a job, he also brought song Ya's "old friend", and his retired former colleague, Atlantic Records executive Steven, helped to guarantee."Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Steven looked at Song Ya and praised, "remember you went to Atlantic Records interview in 1990? Aplus, if we signed you HOHO, I don't know what it would be like now. It's been more than seven years in a flash... "

Didn't you pick your nose at me? Song Ya still remembers that the old man thought he was a half breed. "Yeah, seven years, Steven."

"The first time I saw you, I knew vaguely that you would be today, aplus." Said the old man.

"Ha ha..."

Song Ya chuckles and reaches out to the future executive vice president and music director of metropolitan records. "This position is yours. You can move into this office. I won't stay here most of the time. Of course, I don't like to be covered up You are only responsible for most of the day-to-day affairs, and all major decisions will be signed by me, which will be detailed in the contract

"No problem. Thank you, Mr. aplus." The other side hastened to guarantee.

"Do you know how to deal with street rappers like jazzy?" Song Ya asked.

"Of course, he has a little prestige in New York, and jazzy respects him." Steven answers.

"OK, then I'm fine."

Song Ya went back to work. At noon, jazzy had arranged the party, and some guests, such as NAS, foxy brown and other New York singers, arrived one after another.

"Why are you having a beef with lilkin recently?"

Song Ya holds a small disposable plate and asks foxy brown, "I remember you two are not classmates? It used to be good

"That green pool..."

Foxy Brown is still an old-fashioned girl on the street. She starts to scold and says a lot of bad things about lilkin.

"Bragging dad now needs the help and endorsement of biggie's widow FIS Evans, so lilkin has been excluded from the bad boy record..."

As explained by the ears of NAS, the bragging dad used FIS Evans for his new major or for the release of commemorative albums for biggie who died in Los Angeles. He also needed FIS Evans to help woo biggie's fans. Therefore, as biggie's junior and former biggie's combination junior, lilkin, who was a member of biggie's former group, naturally ended up with another New Zealand About the brand.

Now, the stable alliance that dominates New York, which is composed of boasting dad, jazzy and NAS, needs to suppress lilkin to please FIS Evans, in addition to local competitors such as diss, b-god and Wudang gang.

However, it is not convenient for a gang of male male male singers to compete directly with lilkin. As a female rapper who also has a platinum record, this task naturally falls to FOXY brown.

In addition to the fight between the two sides, foxy Brown himself and lilkin should have no deep hatred. They are suspected of being shot.

Song Ya observed, triumphant and swearing. It seemed that foxy brown, who had enjoyed the upper hand over his former girlfriends, turned his mouth and said nothing more. He was too lazy to get involved in such a thing, so he was too lazy to persuade him.

"Aplus, there's something Is it convenient now? "

Damondash came and offered to talk alone.

"Come on."

Song Yashuang quickly leads him into the president's office.

"It's still about wine. Did you know that a + liquor industry has given all the long-term marketing contracts to siglam?" Asked damondash.

"Yes, I haven't been involved in it yet." Song Ya's understated answer.

"Hey, aplus, I've warned you for a long time that the old adamants from siglam can't turn the business around!"

Damondash immediately complained loudly that he did have foresight in this matter. "Our gray goose vodka is just a common product on the supermarket wine rack now. It's not cool at all!"

"The output in China is getting higher and higher, and the boutique line could not go down."

Song Ya smiles. He hasn't seen Riise, the manager of a + wine industry, and the two old ministers dug from siglam. But after he wakes up, he can master the business situation. "The style still can't be the French after all."

It is estimated that they will lose if they continue to fight with their competitors, tricolor vodka, and so on. They simply distribute the goods and travel volume directly. Song Ya thinks that the mistake is that they signed all the sales channels to siglam while they are in coma, or it is a super long-term contract.

"No, no, you're wrong. I don't think we can't do it." Damondash shook his head. "At least not in New York. It's still time. You put me in charge. I can do it."

Song Yacai didn't want to be taught by him. Although it was his idea to enter the wine industry at the beginning, "don't tangle with this matter any more, Dame. I'll deal with a + wine industry later. Wait for the news."

"But we had a deal before, and I was in charge of the market in New York." Damondash was not smart at all on this matter, and kept on nagging."Then they have all signed to siglam. What can I do? I was unconscious! I'm not a god

Tired to death, song Ya impatiently waved his hand, "OK, OK, go out, Dame, I don't want to talk about these little things today."

"It's a small matter to you, not to me!"

Damondash got up indignantly and left.

"What's wrong with him?" Shakira came in and asked.

"Whatever it is."

His business is so big that he always takes into account the emotions of these people. He does not want to do anything else that day. Song Ya pulls the latin girl into his arms and says, "Wow, full of wine, have you drunk a lot?"

"Well..."

"OK, it's almost OK. Keep the tape well."

In the afternoon, song Ya came out of the studio and found that there were more people in metropolitan records. The leading figures in New York hip-hop circle who had a good relationship with each other almost arrived. The focus and central figure of the audience was absolutely bragging dad. He was sitting on the sofa outside like a big guy, and his bodyguards were scattered all over the party.

"If he wants our support, he has to prove to me that he is the enemy of sugnette, OK? I want to see action, or I won't praise him. "

Having experienced the life and death separation with biggie, he has become a billionaire, and has made a big sale of his personal album. Boasting about his father's aura is countless times stronger than when he was beaten by a muffler on the ground. He is bending over to a black man who looks humble and looks like a small agent, "don't take my resources for nothing."

“Yo。”

According to the rumors on the road that Linda heard, the bragging father and the lame Gang issued a "killing order in the river and the lake" to the shooter who killed biggie and sugnette. Is that really the case? It's a little bit up

Look, now it's 250000. Why didn't Sinaloa kill you? Song Ya said hello to him.

"Ah, aplus, how are you doing?"

They hugged each other.

"Not bad. Let's talk about it?"

“OK。”

The two of them exchanged fists with people at the party and walked into the president's office.

Song Ya had a good attitude towards the people who might take over the shares of Neicheng broadcasting company. He told the story of selling some shares in his office when he met alone.

"So this is more than 10 million business?"

Bragging dad had been involved with Quincy Jones, Russell Simmons and llcoolj. "Do you have any other buyers besides me?" He asked.

"You should guess who, the black community that can take over these shares is very small."

They are all smart people, and song Ya is too lazy to play hypocritical words. "I've informed you that you can compete, so you can work together on a first come first served basis. But don't make things too complicated. In a word, in April No, I'm going to finish it by March. "

If he wants to continue to expand his influence in the black elite circle, the purchase of these shares will play a decisive role in consolidating his position as king of New York. Song Ya knows that in a sense, he is following his own path of success, but he doesn't care much. As long as he can afford to pay, he will surely consolidate his position as king of New York.

It's a big business for a billionaire to brag about his father. It's only a drizzle for the millionaire himself.

Bragging dad thought about it a little and then he thought, "ha ha! No problem! " He laughed and held out his hand. "Let your people give me the quotation. I'll go back and find someone to study it. I'll give you a reply soon."

"OK, that's settled?"

"It's a deal."

They shook hands, hugged each other again and hammered on their vests.

"By the way, aplus, are you not going to mix with pop music in the future? Classical symphony ah? The song before you were shot was really stylish, Baba Yetu Yetu... "

They walked out of the office and boasted that dad was in a good mood and began singing Baba Yetu, "I will vote for that song in this year's Grammy Awards. Maybe you can do me a favor. We have no conflict."

He should refer to his highly acclaimed album no way out and single I'll be missing you, which has the potential to mourn biggie. Song Ya is sure to win the award after hearing from Linda.

"No, I don't like the Grammys. I don't like them."

"Of course, I'll ask Linda to help you," song yatan said

"Yes, you can do it."

Bragging dad suddenly found that all the people outside were holding glasses, standing quietly listening to music, "Hey, what's the matter?" He asked the attendant.

The valet did not speak, pointing to song ya.

At the end of the super long prelude for more than a minute, song Ya's quick talking rap came out from the party sound, "this is the king of aplus, get up! Whatever it is! Getting up now and heading for the next road is always more realistic than finding resonance on the Internet. Go to a second-hand store and I will walk with pride and humility... ""Is this your new song?" The boaster asked in a low voice.

"Yes, can't hold us, the first single of the three majors, is a bit in a hurry. It's not the final version yet. First, it will be distributed underground on the radio to create momentum. I will issue a new one this year."

Song Ya replied.

When the deep bass of the chorus singer rings, people should be able to realize that it is a great song, and they turn their eyes to themselves. The party crowd starts to cheer and twist their bodies to follow the strong melody. The girls like Beyonce also see it through the eyes of stars.

"The lyrics are very timely." Bragging dad covered up his negative emotions and squeezed out a smile to compliment him. "The style reminds me of the second-hand store. That's the first song you created, right? It's a cool echo. "

The kings of the East and west coasts are all dead. I didn't expect that the king of the Midwest will come back to life

He thought.

"Of course, it's a bit strange to commemorate this, but today is the first anniversary of my shooting."

Song Ya takes the glass from Shakira with a smile and hugs her relaxed to listen.

"My city is my backer. If I'm knocked down, they'll catch me, and then I'll learn a lesson and come back."

"Can I go back? Right now! Tonight, we will fight to the last minute! "

"So let's raise our hands and swing, even the ceiling can't stop us!"

At the end of the song, song Ya held up his glass and said, "to the whole world!" "I'mback! I'm back

“YEAH！ My Lord

“YES！”

The party atmosphere was instantly ignited, and people cheered like wild animals.

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