Chapter 1225

"50 million for a title? Ha ha. "

in August 8th, in the Highland Park, the side of the song side of the song Tun side make complaints about the mirror, preparing for the opening ceremony of today's Bronfman Symphony Center.

The tailor accompanied him with a smile, took care of his Satin waistband, and then helped to put on the dress.

"Good, great." A long skirt of Shakira evaluation.

"Let's go. It's getting late."

Sonya smoothed the pocket towel, then gentlemanly put up her elbow and let her put it on.

When they went to the hall, Melissa, the temporary assistant, Hayden, Linda, the president of a + records, Ms. Sloan, the CEO of Littman media, and old Mike were all watching TV. A street in the news picture of Cuu was full of smoke, and the reporter was worried about the number of casualties, Thousands of people were injured... "

Yesterday, the U.S. embassies in Tanzania and Kenya were attacked by car bombs. The scene was very tragic. This time, the terrorists played a big game. Most of the dead were innocent local citizens.

"The commander of Arkansas has postponed the hearing of the Lewinsky case to the 17th. Today, all parts of the country are stepping up their guard. Governor Peter flock also canceled the plan to attend the ceremony, but he will send someone to strengthen the security near the Symphony Center."

Sloan said.

"Who did it?" It's a pity that I wanted to say that today I can still see a good play of eating melon, which is the testimony of the grand leader of the parliament, song Ya asked.

"It's claimed by Middle East terrorist organizations, but it's not certain yet."

"Let's go. Let's go and get back." Hayden suggested.

Deep in my heart, today is the show of the Bronfman family. I just can't refuse the foil of Chicago classical music circle and barenboy's warm invitation. To show my face and finish the task, I have to stay a second longer.

"Well."

Said to go, song Ya and a group of people out of the car.

Although sporadic terrorist attacks in the 1990s have almost never stopped, such as the 1993 World Trade Center bombing, this terrorist incident in Africa still has a great impact on the United States. The two embassies were attacked at the same time, and the government house was in an uproar. Even the blazing Lewinsky case can be put down temporarily.

"The governor is showing off again." Sloan listened to make complaints about the car radio Lee Peter Flook's public speech.

At such times, Peter, who is a prosecutor and takes cracking down on violence as his main political opinion, always reaps a wave of support. He is telling the public to reduce going out and try to avoid going to public places where there are as many people as possible. The main government organs, public facilities and skyscrapers in Chicago are all equipped with armed police.

However, Africa is too far away after all. There are still a lot of pedestrians on the streets. Most of them are not serious.

Compared with Washington and New York, people in the Middle East generally have little interest in Chicago. There are enough local shootings, which obviously pose a greater threat. So it's better to go to the streets with poor public security. Actually, Michigan Avenue is still very safe in downtown areas.

"Daniel..." Hayden report in charge of cell phones.

"Hoo

Come again, come again, song Ya breathed helplessly, took the phone, "Hey, Daniel."

"It's done! We've got the cold mountain! "

Daniel's excited voice tells us that it's over. "Grove has chosen aplus!"

"They put forward some other conditions..." Yelemov cut in beside him.

"Let's go to Chicago now and try to sign it today!" This time, Daniel didn't go on and hang up.

Soon shirenfen called again, "we'll fly there, OK?" She asked. I can be a producer again, and I'm a great adaptation of a popular bestseller. Naturally, I'm happy, "there's also the touchstone, the original author Charles Fraser..."

"All right."

As old Mike drove out of the original Chicago Symphony Center, he said, "let's meet again."

"Well! Thank you, hadaling

The mobile phone is returned to Hayden. After old Mike confirms his safety, Songya gets out of the car and walks into the Red Gate with Shakira in his arms.

After renovation and modernization, the exterior walls of this old building in the style of the 1904 Georgians have not changed much. The old glass windows have been replaced with the common style of the new skyscrapers. They are shining beautiful blue in the sun. The words of the original Chicago Symphony Center above the door have been covered up by the ribbon prepared for the opening of the ribbon cut next time It's the shape of the Bronfman family.

Song Ya looked up and turned his mouth through the heavy security lines set by a large number of police officers. It's not good to be on the side of the road where cars come and go.

"Wow..."

The hall is eight stories high, with the public pillars of classical and modern combination and the new open space full of artistic feeling. The design is excellent and magnificent.

"It's said that I can get a lot of architectural awards." Linda followed to explain.

It's really good. Even the air conditioning is much better than before. The ceremony hasn't started yet. People in full dress are waiting in the hall, "Mr. Mayor, Mrs. mayor."Songya saw little Daly, mayor of Chicago, and led Shakira to say hello.

"We all know what happened in Africa yesterday, so today's ribbon cutting ceremony will take less time." Little Daly shook hands with him.

That feeling is good, it's more convenient to slip away. Anyway, it's none of my business, song Ya thought.

Little Daly is discussing security work with the Sheriff of the nearby police station. It's inconvenient to disturb him after the greetings. Little Bronfman should not be here yet. In the hall, there are many senior leaders of sigram liquor industry, his two sisters and two girls who are warmly introducing a leader of what religion they have received. Song Ya quietly walks around.

Of course, he can't keep a low profile. There are a lot of acquaintances in the hall. Those who don't know each other will pay attention and take the initiative to socialize. The manager of the Symphony Center, the chief violinist and musician he has worked with, as well as some upper class donors, such as vice president of Dow and old Barnen, politicians, such as Michelle and Michelle.

The Underwood couple, the donkey party whip, and other federal politicians didn't come. In Washington, the backstage game, which was originally to testify on the Lewinsky case, was busy, but now they were caught up in the embassy bombing and had no time to separate themselves.

Speaking of old Barnen, after he was shot and comatose, he and his followers rehearsed babayetu. It's said that he often performs in various religious occasions without even saying thank you

"Ha ha, young man!"

Dow vice president maintained the consistent enthusiasm, "God bless! It's great that you're safe. "

"Yes, thank God."

Sonya took the champagne glass he handed him, then introduced Shakira, Linda, Sloan, Hayden, Melissa and others, and then courted his friends.

When chatting with the old man not far away, the old man raised his glass and gave him a smile. Song Ya saluted him back. There was no conversation, but he took the previous holiday away.

“Hi…… Aplus, Shakira. "

As soon as she heard the timid voice behind her, she knew that Rashida appeared again. Sonya turned back. This time, she came with Quincy Jones, holding dad's arm cleverly, while Quincy Jones's other arm was held by his lover Natasha Kinsky.

The two women are dressed up like celebrities, with evening clothes, handbags and jewelry, and the scenery is pleasant.

Cough, these two

"Hello, Rashida, Quincy, Ms. Kinsky." Song Ya shakes his head, shakes off some memories and socializes with the three.

"It's so beautiful. For decades, I've witnessed the decline here. Thanks to little Mr. Bronfman, his generosity has paved the way for this sacred music palace in Chicago to spend the next hundred years."

Quincy Jones is still disgusted, deliberately singing praises to little brown man in front of his own face, and consistently relying on the old to sell his old age, "aplus, will you give a performance to the big boss later at the party?"

"I didn't hear about it."

Songya didn't give him a good face either.

As soon as we meet, Rashida is still infatuated with keeping her eyes on herself. If she doesn't see Shakira around her, Natasha Kinsky will smile and bend her eyes. It seems that there is something different in her eyes.

Shakira, who is still rather astringent in dealing with such scenes, stands quietly and smiles.

"Ha! Here comes the governor's wife

Quincy Jones sneered and turned to say hello to Alicia, who had just walked into the door. She was holding her two children, but she didn't dress up very much. She was still wearing a business suit for work.

"Are these your two daughters, Mr. Jones?" Alicia really admitted her mistake and made natashaginsky laugh.

"Aplus, Sloan Hi, Shakira. "

Yesterday, he and Sloan went to her law firm to talk about things. Hehe, the three people had a very tacit understanding, pretended to be polite in front of outsiders, and socialized as usual, "I just met Mr. barenboy, he's looking for you." Alicia said.

"Oh? I'm sorry. I'll excuse you

With so many women who are familiar with each other, song Ya is under great pressure and just takes the opportunity to leave alone.

No matter how much he hates the rich three generations, Songya still politely smiles at him and the global music presidents around him, Doug Morris and David Geffen, and takes the initiative to reach out.

"Ha, aplus, you're here, too."

Rich three generations of manners and education really have no say, little brown Fuman is very natural to say hello.

"Hello, Mr. Bronfman..."

Two people shake hands, touch the edge, that is, points.

"Mr. Morris, Mr. Geffen."

David Geffen should not want to talk to himself on this occasion and shake hands normally.

"Thank you, thank you, I just did what I had to do, thank you Mayor Daley, long time no see. "

When other people in the hall saw little Bronfman, they began to applaud. From scattered to more and more orderly, he said thanks in a humble voice. Then he passed Sonya and went to greet little Daly and others.As a machine, Songya finds barenboy and just talks, "let's start the ribbon cutting ceremony." The manager of Symphony Center has set the time for the announcement.

"Don't leave. I have something to talk to you about." Barenboy dropped a word and followed the crowd out.

"Er, I..."

Song Ya has no time to shirk, so he has to find Shakira and follow him.

Although I donated some money, in front of little Bronfman's $50 million, I'm doomed to be a minor supporting role today. Because the gate is too close to the roadside, the police outside have temporarily stopped the passing of vehicles, a long red ribbon has been pulled up, and the reporters' long guns and short guns have been in place.

"Symphony Center is the pride of Chicago..."

Little Daly takes out his manuscript to give a speech. He is in the middle with Alicia and the Bronfman brothers and sisters. David Geffen, barenboy and others are all over him. Songya chooses a position near the end of the ribbon and pulls Shakira to stand.

"Let's welcome our generous benefactor, the bronfmans!"

Little Daly soon announced, clapping, song Ya and others also clapped.

"Thank you. Music is my eternal hobby..."

Little Bronfman began his impromptu speech, which should be shortened because of the security problem. "The Symphony Center is the base of the Chicago Orchestra and the Chicago citizens orchestra. I love it very much here, and I am honored to contribute to this Centennial building..."

He finished soon, then picked up the scissors on the tray with his two sisters, little Daly and the manager of the Symphony Center, and cut the ribbon in front of him.

Song Ya keeps smiling in front of the camera, and continues to applaud with the crowd. Rashida doesn't know when to leave his father and stands on his other side, greeting the camera and discharging.

Little Daly pointed to the door behind him, and the crowd turned and looked up. The ribbon fell from the top, revealing a golden line of "Bronfman Symphony Center".

Song Ya began to steal sour water again, but the palm still had to drum.

It's torture. It's even more painful to think about the market value of Littman media. If it wasn't for the face of Chicago's classical music industry and barenboy, and people in Chicago can't find good reasons to shirk, he would never come to this predictable embarrassing occasion, and his feelings would be broken.

Finally, the simple and grand ceremony is over. It should be the time for the manager of the Symphony Center to guide the public to visit. He doesn't want to go in and flatter everyone again. Barenboy doesn't care what business he wants to talk about. He pulls Shakira out of the army to go to the new backstage rehearsal room of the Symphony Center for a quick tour, and then comes out to find Hayden Linda to help them Busy explaining, acting for communication, oneself and xiaqila slip first.

"Sigma global group is trying its best to fight against piracy, especially Internet piracy, which is related to the interests of everyone present. We musicians..."

I didn't expect that little Bronfman was giving a speech. When he heard this, he would run away even more. When the rich three generations said this, their eyes floated. Song Ya was afraid that he couldn't help refuting on the spot. In this occasion, which was basically attended by musicians, it would be too shameless to quarrel with the biggest gold owner.

Quietly step back in the crowd, slip through the new inner passageway, into the next chebing Gore building, and then leave there in a low profile.

"M-fxxk is boring."

Sure enough, it's fast to go and return. Even the dust on the waistband is falling down. Song Ya rips it off, so he can't die. He sees three generations of rich people on TV, but it's not the news about cutting the ribbon for the Symphony Center. It's not so fast.

"Sigram global group has sold its sci-fi channel, Latin TV network and other original global and polychrome TV stations, as well as North rice TV production and distribution resources, and part of its film distribution resources to IAC group, with a transaction value of about $2.6 billion. The two company's board chairman Barry Diller and little brown man have been friends for many years Both sides highly praised the deal, "he said

It should have been yesterday that little Bronfman was on sale again. It seems that the business is doing well. Songya doesn't know the details, but the financial media are all optimistic. It's much better than the sarcastic remarks made by little Bronfman when he sold it to baridillermi national TV network last time.

“M-FXXK……”

Originally, we just got some information that sigram Global's cash flow was tight after the completion of its acquisition of poly king. Now the 2.61 billion yuan will be in place.

"It's a lot of capital. It's worth 2.6 billion to sell anything you want..."

Originally, it was said that it only sold more than 100 million yuan to the North Distribution Department of Polaroid pictures. Now, after selling the global television network, it has lost the channel and other key resources. The remaining TV departments, which have become the chicken ribs, add up to 2.6 billion yuan. It's not too bad to think about it.

In the evening, the rich three generations are on TV again. This time, it's the news of the Symphony Center.

In front of the TV camera, he cut the ribbon in high spirits. Standing in the distance, he applauded and turned to look at the long falling red ribbon. It was like a minion under the big characters of the golden Bronfman Symphony Center

“APLUS？ What about you

Teacher, should it count? Finally, barenboy remembered him and called to ask, "what happened to such an important occasion in the afternoon? I have something to tell you"Can't we talk on the phone?" Song Ya asked.

"Face to face, I have a salon at home in the evening. Everyone is here. Come on." Barenboy invited.

"Little Bronfman's here, too?"

"He I think I'll take a turn. Don't worry, I know you're a little In short, it should not be easy to meet. "

Barenboy also knew something about the two people's bad relationship, and advised.

"Alas

That's bound to happen. Murphy's law, "must we talk about it today?"

"Well, I have something I need your help with. Just today, you can come, or we can go over?"

"Forget it, no, I'll go to your place."

He didn't want to change the fussy dress. He put on Gucci suit and called Shakira.

"But aren't you waiting for yelemov and Daniel?" Shakira asked, he is also preparing a small dinner for Daniel and touchstone.

"Go and come back."

"I'm too lazy to run. I have to take care of little aline. Go by yourself."

“OK。”

Songya rushed to barenboy '.

Don't see little Bronfman, David Geffen, Doug Morris and others are here, "everyone is here." Sonya, together with them and Quincy Jones, was introduced into the study by barenboy.

"Well, I have something hard to say..."

Barenboy did have something to ask for, but this time he was really angry. He said excitedly to a room full of classical and pop music industry leaders: "the British made a film about my ex-wife dupley, which is called" she is lonelier than fireworks ". It is based on the biography of dupley's sister and brother co authored last year That biography is totally untrue. A lot of things about me and my ex-wife are full of fabrications! I can't stand that movie coming out and I don't do anything... "

There are a lot of rumors about his and his ex-wife dupley's past, but they have already turned the page. Dupley has been dead for more than ten years. Songya doesn't know what autobiography he has. Looking at other people, except Quincy Jones, who is as muddled as himself, he seems to have heard of it. No one is surprised.

"What's the specific plot of the film adaptation you already know?" Asked a big classical music man.

"I don't know yet, but it's going to be shown at the Venice Film Festival on the fifth of next month to get the prize." Answer barenboy.

"Don't count on the British. They don't like barenboy, as everyone knows." David Geffen said.

Dupley is a British cellist of national treasure. He once asked her husband, barenboy, "when I stop playing cello, will you still love me?"

He replied, "if you don't play, it's not you."

Later, Dupre suffered from multiple sclerosis and couldn't play the cello any more, and barenboy really left her to have another family with her wife at the end of her life.

For this, the British people and the British classical music circle hate him very much. When making Dupre's autobiographical films, he probably wants to be a villain.

Song Ya understood why he was so anxious.

"Which British film company did it?" Asked David Geffen.

"Movie channel four." Answer barenboy.

"I can't influence it. It's made by the TV station, and it's only a month away from the Venice Film Festival It's too late for anything. "

David Geffen didn't seem to want to get involved too much, shrugged and said he couldn't help: "you should have said hello to us earlier."

"We can all speak for you after the movie is released, collectively, to clarify. If the British go too far... " Doug Morris said.

"Yes, everyone will participate in the boycott then."

"The autobiography also deals with some of the following We'll be watching anyway. "

"We'll make a joint statement then."

"Yes."

They all expressed their opinions one after another, followed by Sonya and Quincy Jones.

"Thank you anyway, thank you."

Barenboy shook hands and said thank you.

That's it? Maybe it's more important for him to have a look at that novel when he has time. After a small meeting, song Ya turns his mind and goes out with the flow.

"Ha ha, this year Arthur boy may step to the top and get the artist of the year. 1998 is his perfect year."

Quincy Jones took the opportunity to walk side by side and began to tease, "to be honest, it's not wise for you to postpone the development of the special program. Aplus, after the release of the can't hold us single, held his momentum down, but didn't make a concerted effort. You should know that his music route overlaps with you, and he can sing and dance better than you, and he is more popular with the Millennials."Arch fire, right? Because of what? Song Ya saw the figure of little Bronfman in the hall. He had a straight face and didn't bother to pay attention to the old things around him. "I'm sorry. I'll go back if I have something to do."

I wanted to talk to David Geffen, even Doug Morris But they were just behind, and now they don't know where to hide.

But unfortunately, "Ding Ding Ding!" The manager of the Symphony Center knocked his glass. "Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome Mr. Bronfman to speak to us." He announced it out loud when he caught the attention of the distinguished guests.

Unfortunately, the governor also came to meet his wife and was chatting with Sloan. When Peter saw himself, he immediately said hello with a smile.

I can't go any more. Song Ya goes over and stands beside the governor and his wife. Together, the four of them look at the little brown man walking up the middle of the hall.

Song Ya whispered: "are you busy today? Mr governor

"Yeah, just changed shifts with little DALY."

Peter wry smile: "damn terrorists, I even suspect that they stand behind a country, such as Iraq."

"Hi..." Rahida came back like a ghost.

Quincy Jones had no choice but to join Natasha Kinsky.

Gradually into the Chicago social circle, Littman somehow also received an invitation to propose a toast.

Song Ya had no choice but to return.

"Ladies and gentlemen..."

Little Bronfman opened his mouth, and everyone gathered around him and listened quietly.

"It's a great honor to be invited by Mr. barenboy to meet you here. I respect you very much, Mr. barenboy. You are the greatest pianist, conductor and Orchestra director in the world..."

Little Bronfman first complimented the host, and then lyrically said: "my family and I have nearly a hundred years of origin with Chicago..."

Isn't it a bit embarrassing to mention the age of prohibition? Smuggler family, good friends of Chicago Mafia, you are finally washed white

make complaints about song Ya's heart.

At this time, there was an untimely noise at the entrance of the hall, and little brown man shut up a little displeased.

Song Ya and other guests also follow the sound. It turns out that Daniel and others have come here. He and yelemov, Touchstone film executive, Charles Fraser, the author of Lengshan's original novel, what's more striking is Yingyan, Shirley Finn, Halle Berry and Mira, as well as the double queen Judy foster?

It seems that the party is still immersed in the joy of winning the cold mountain. They are all big and small stars, especially Judy foster, who is a household name. The younger and less sensible guests are beginning to stir.

Well, the forest meeting Song Ya touched his chin and covered his face.

Thanks to Daniel, they also quickly read the dissatisfied air in the hall, immediately stopped talking, slightly bent down, low-key shrunk to the outer circle of the crowd, temporarily not busy to say hello.

"Well, me and my family..."

Little Bronfman also recognized these people and continued to review the glorious family history: "my father, I'm sorry that he was ill and didn't come to Chicago today. In the 1970s and 1980s, he fought hard with the CCCP authorities, and eventually led to a large number of oppressed Jewish immigrants to the United States. Some of them also went to Chicago..."

"Yes

Some people in the crowd echoed, including Jews like David Geffen applauded and raised their glasses to him.

Sonya could only applaud, and so did Peter and others.

"Thank you, thank you..." Little brown man pressed his hands down until the long applause ended. "I'm a black sheep." He pressed his chest and said with a smile, "I prefer the entertainment industry to my grandfather and father, and I'm willing to invest in music as well."

Applause again.

"The Chicago Symphony Center is a theater with a very glorious history. It's a great honor to help it move forward in nearly a century..."

Song Ya was more and more impatient when he heard the long speech. He slowly moved back and wanted to say hello to Daniel and shellenfen and run away again.

"Now, the record industry has reached a very critical moment of life and death. More and more piracy, especially the emerging network piracy, has caused great harm to our cause!"

Little Bronfman suddenly sharpened his voice and repeated the same old saying, "we have to retreat! It's not a threat! The Internet industry also wants to use the manipulation of the law to steal our music, our All of you here are here to settle down! I will never allow it! I feel I have to shoulder my responsibilities, the responsibilities of the bronfmans and the sigram global group! "

He called out: "I repeat my view that the so-called OSP, whether Internet access providers, online users, content providers or individual users, should be held responsible for infringement. Now there is a view that OSP only acts as a "channel" for information flow This is a serious mistake in sophistry! It is an indisputable fact that the Internet service provided by OSP is enough to facilitate the infringer, greatly accelerate the speed of copyright infringement and increase the degree of infringement. From the standpoint of our copyright owners, I know that many of the people present are copyright owners. Without our consent or authorization, those who reproduce or distribute our works on the Internet should bear direct tort liability. OSP provides equipment and services for infringers, and they can't stay out of the trouble! ""Especially African American musicians, Quincy, I know that there are a lot of African American artists in this industry, and they are also the most seriously infringed by copyright and the most powerless group to use legal weapons to protect themselves, right?"

"Yes

Quincy Jones, whom he pointed out, echoed, clapped and looked back.

This damned old guy actually understood the implication of the third generation of Fu. Song Ya kept a silent note in his heart. He accelerated his movement and was about to slip to Xue Linfen's side.

"For example, here's a man who plays a leading role in the Internet industry..."

Said little Bronfman.

Song Ya thinks that the rich three generations are hinting at Sloan, CEO of Littman media, and gives her helpless eyes when she looks back.

“APLUS！”

I didn't expect that little Bronfman would call the roll directly without any room. "Do you agree with what I just said? APLUS……”

Brush... Brush Everyone looked back for themselves, countless eyes.

"Is the contradiction so serious?" Peter gave little brown man a strange look and asked his wife in a low voice.

"Who knows I don't know. " Alicia's unhappy answer, of course, is aimed at the rich three generations.

"Hey, hey, this boy needs someone to treat him well..." Quincy Jones told Natasha Kinsky.

"It's not that serious, is it?" Natashakinsky is out of the picture.

Mira, Halley and shirifen are holding hands. They are just chatting about the cold mountain. They don't notice what little Bronfman said. They are very surprised at the sudden rigid atmosphere. They are concerned about men.

Song yashen took a breath and shrugged his shoulders.

"Or not?" Little Bronfman asked with a smile. In fact, apart from his speech, he has been distracted to pay attention to song Ya's movements. The men and women who suddenly broke in and interrupted his speech are all friends of the other party. Among them is Daniel glass, the former chairman of the copyright dispute board, who is very picky. He is very angry.

The next guests moved back half a body position, forming a small circle around Sonya.

It's the target of public criticism.

Song Ya had to shake his head, curl his mouth and say nothing.

"Why don't you come up and have a chat with us! Aplus, let's talk about your opinion! Come on! Comeon！ You're not shy, are you? "

Rich three generations wave back and invite loudly.

"Today is your show, Mr. Bronfman. We all appreciate what you have done for the Symphony Center and Chicago classical music." Song Ya smiles, waves his hand and returns.

"Come on! Let's have a frank chat. There's plenty of time. Come on

"I can..." Sloan spoke.

"No! Aplus, come on, don't let women be your shield Little Bronfman completely let go of the sarcasm.

David Geffen and Doug Morris were just afraid that he would find them with Sonya, so they deliberately dodged for a walk, "won't they end up in a bad way?" Asked Doug Morris anxiously.

"That's already the case."

David Gefen nailed in the same place, chest ups and downs, try to control song Yanu's mouth, he knows song Ya's temper.

“OK，OK……”

Song Ya suddenly laughed, "then I'll..."

"Yes! Come on, talk more! " Little Bronfman, get out of the way.

"Hoo

Song Ya walked over, and their eyes just shook hands. "I'm just a boy from the poor area of the South City, although I really have a little immature opinion..."

"Don't worry, no one here will blame you for saying the wrong thing..."

"Frieden!"

Song Ya suddenly interrupted Fu San Dai with a sharp drink. His face suddenly turned up, his eyebrows lowered, his eyes coldly glanced, and then swept to the whole audience.

Everyone looked at themselves in amazement, including the forest and friends. No one could have imagined that they were just so soft that they didn't give face to the super rich and the big money owner of the Symphony Center

Little Bronfman blushed again with anger, just like he did that day when he won the world's No.1 record empire with 10 billion yuan.

Songya just glanced at him slowly until he looked at barenboy, the owner with a blue face. Then he gave him a sorry look and said, "what about freedom? What about freedom? "

Why freedom? Because he is very familiar with Oprah and Sutton's game. What he is fighting for is to stand on the moral high ground at the speed of light for the first time.

"It's only 30 years since the end of racial discrimination in the 1960s, and it's only 20 years since the complete legalization of all the states in the whole country, freden! What we African Americans should cherish most, because we used to be slaves! "

Some black musicians booed and clapped.

Little Bronfman glared at each other.

Song Ya choked his neck and kept on breaking his voice with emotion. "Just now, little Mr. Bronfman mentioned that OSP should be responsible for network infringement. Excuse me, we Er, they, how do you guarantee the first amendment to the constitution of freedom!? How is OSP responsible? Forbid people to speak before users speak? Isn't that a paradox? If the user has no infringement, you can't deprive him of his speech. But after he publishes the infringing content, will the website or OSP be responsible for it? Is that reasonable? "He questioned little Bronfman, but the other side didn't respond. Good. He began to reread his mentor Jim Clark: "OSP It is only equivalent to a highway company, speeding on the highway and violating traffic rules. Should the highway company also be sent to the dock? That's ridiculous

Little Bronfman was extremely embarrassed. He had never been so angry in his life. He just gave up his seat but didn't step down. He just stood not far away. Now it's even more inappropriate to go down, as if he had been publicly executed.

"Look at this..."

Eli, the chief of staff of the governor's office, quietly walked up to the Lord and handed him the latest fujibi magazine. In the new 1998 global rich list, aplus seems to have ranked 111th with 3.1 billion dollars, only ten places behind the 3.4 billion little brown man.

With a smile, Peter handed the magazine to his wife, who was looking over. "Wow..." Alicia's eyes immediately brightened. "I can't believe it."

"Shh." Peter stopped her from speaking too loud.

“ah！？”

Alicia soon seemed to be upset about why. She looked at Songya, who was speaking generously, "hum..."

Peter was surprised at her reaction.

"Does the highway company have a way to control the goods carried by the vehicles on the road? No! Does OSP have the ability to control the endless information on the network? Neither can I

Song Ya suddenly waved his hand, "so investigating its responsibility in copyright infringement will not play the role of punishment and deterrence. It will only force OSP to monitor and intervene user behavior with high economic cost, which is obviously uneconomical and unreasonable, and will inevitably hinder the healthy development of network platform!"

Although I don't quite understand, Quincy Jones is really convinced this time. The boss of the world's largest record company, who was trained like a schoolboy by Songya, is enough proof.

He was just worried about his daughter. Sure enough, rahida stood there with tears in his eyes, hands in his heart, his cheeks flushed, and fan was crazy.

"Alas

He also aimed at the three daughters of shirenfen. They were all like this. They were all more beautiful than their precious daughters. What should we do I can't compete

Huh? What happened to her lover Natasha Kinsky?

"I know that all the musicians present are musicians, and I know that I am one of them, but the whole thing is just like what Dr. King said: in the end, what we remember is not the enemy's attack, but the friend's silence. It's wrong to infringe on the Internet. I have no other choice but to take such a stand, but it's not a weapon to suppress innovation and throw a spear at my friends. "

Song Ya began to play his own role: "I respect you very much, little Mr. Bronfman. I'm an artist of your company. I don't know if you should treat me as a friend in your heart..."

“WTF？”

Fujibi magazine was taken by Sloan from Alicia's hand and passed to other people intentionally. David Geffen saw it and immediately gave it a painful hand. I worked so hard and didn't lick anything! You are Three billion What happened?

It's a massacre. Doug Morris next to him glances at the contents of the magazine. He can't bear to look at little Bronfman who is still in the same place without a word coming out of his mouth. This hall is not full of people from universal. The Chicago Symphony Orchestra's record release is about to be signed by BMG's RCA. Quincy Jones is closely related to Warner and BMG's jive ……

It's all about jokes.

He thought about it, and now he had to go to barenboy.

"My philosophy teacher, Martha Nussbaum, said Song Ya talked about the rise and continued to quote from the classics.

"Cough!" Barenboy coughed, caught his eye and glared.

"Well, I'm done."

That's not enough. Forget it. According to the rap rules, I broke the rules myself. "A little personal opinion, Mr. brownfmann."

Before he stepped off the stage, he said to the rich three generations who were confused by battle in rap jargon.

Sloan clapped his hands, and then there was sporadic applause in the hall. After all, except for the forest and friends, most of them were rational people.

Oh, no, there are so many watery eyes. Who are you going to stand next to?

Forget it, go back to the governor.

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