Chicago 1990

The headlines are definitely gone. The Grand Commander Lace, the Big Ship, the Grammy robbing the microphone incident, appearing on the highest political occasions in Silla, and even the red-hot little plum who has made a new girlfriend, are all more popular than his own re-start.

"It's out of breath." New assistant Melissa smiled.

Song Ya glanced at her, how could she like to spit out, a bit of Taraji's shadow, "I just left for too long."

"These hot spots have nothing to do with the recording industry. The boss's first single sold very well, and all the radio stations and music media are working hard to promote it."

Depending on the path, Linda, the president, is still playing the old way. With the help of Doomsday public relations radio, traditional media, and the first music community America music website, the global side will get more ‘upper’ music reviews, Rolling Stone and other magazine resources.

What are these for? In fact, it is the set that Song Ya learned from the theory of bringing goods with Motura and Escobe before, and it made the list.

"But now the list is no longer good." Song Ya said.

But the charts are different from the original ones. The singles charts that use the weighting algorithm can no longer fully capture and represent the trend. At present, the popular songs on the streets are my heart eternal, hot girls and backstreet boys’ teenage pop songs, Marilyn Mann Mori's rock and so on, none of these have been reflected on the singles chart.

The bulletin board magazine itself has been operating and internally problematic. It also likes to talk about political correctness and suppress singers who are not liked by mainstream public opinion, such as Marilyn Manson and gangster rap, which further undermines its credibility.

Valentine's Day Weekly Crown is a slow rhythm and blues love song by Arthur, 100% label owner style. In the back, there are mostly Janet Jackson and other familiar faces, and there are still a lot of rhythm and blues, adult lyric songs.

"But our grip is only on the list. It's best to get an empty crown to push Arthur down. Both he and the rookie are your homogenous competitors. Arthur is partial to rhythm and blues. some."

People from Universal reminded, "The popularity of these few days is definitely not as expected. We won the empty championship on the 21st, and then we will use this to do further publicity."

"Is it a bit like I'm suppressing younger generations? It's not necessarily good to fight against young second-tier singers because of a downgrading style, and I won't miss the charts long ago."

Billionaires have their own reservations.

"Boy Arthur is actually only four years younger than you." The people from Universal said, "Debut only four years later than you."

"Dancing better than you." Melissa interjected.

"..."

Song Ya was a little speechless and looked at Linda.

"The list is worse than losing, and it will give the outside world a reason to talk about it, can you imagine it? He lost to Boy Arthur in his comeback, his time is over... something."

Linda also advised "and didn't actively support us in the matter of your being shot."

"Fine."

Song Ya was persuaded by her last sentence, "Then what should we do?"

"Continue to rush the list. This is the old method, but our advantage is only this." A person from Universal said, "Your current status is no longer suitable for making big news. That kind of news is generally negative."

"Ok."

A director of a listed company, a major shareholder of a company that is about to go public, the methods used in their debut will outweigh the gains.

"Our record is very powerful and can't make it to the top of the chart. If we brag that Dad is willing to help get the Greater New York area, we should have no problem with the empty crown." Linda said, "I'm sure."

"Wow, he must help the Greater New York area now?" Song Ya asked.

"The King of New York is not self-proclaimed."

Linda replied, "You also transferred shares of Inner City Broadcasting Company to him, and he is stronger."

"It seems that I have been away for too long."

Okay, Song Ya doesn't care too much, "Bag father has just been robbed of the microphone, he should also need my support now."

Both sides have a war to fight, and there is no conflict of interest. There is no basis for cooperation. It is not a big problem to help each other a little.

Song Ya made a phone call, originally pointing to simply letting the bragging father help or trading. He didn't expect the bragging father to remember the Chicago meeting that had been closed. He suggested that it be reopened.

"I need your support from now on, and the West Coast."

The bragging father seems to concentrate on dealing with his enemies in New York, "Wudang Gang, Gaodi,..." It is estimated that he also has a small book with "Also-, you won't like the legend of the newcomer... It is Motu He built him back then." He also took the opportunity to get eye drops.

"It's normal for record companies to pack singers. I don't know the same as juniors."

Song Ya narrowed his eyes.

"Only these two days? I flew straight from Los Angeles to Snoopy Dogg." The bragging father was very anxious. After being robbed of the microphone, public opinion did not sympathize with him. Instead, he began to laugh at him as a gang rap New York... not on the East Coast Wang, of course it's not possible to deal with your own site.

"It's not the kind of killing and killing, right?" Song Ya didn't want to interfere with violence anymore.

"rest assured."

"Then you come."

In the suburbs of Chicago, the necessary auxiliary facilities and the basic interior and exterior decoration of Xinhe Records headquarters have been completed. Linda and others will move in on a large scale next month. Some high-level executives are already designing their own office decorations.

However, due to drastic adjustments after Littman Media went public in April, the progress of this building was much slower than that of the next-door record. Song Ya stood in the empty attic lobby, observing the workers downstairs through the glass and marking the temporary parking spaces.

"..."

The bragging father came first, "Wow,..." He shook his head and said with emotion, "This is really praising, your kingdom? I like this place..."

"Thank you, it's a bit remote." Song Ya fisted him.

"You can see the tall antennas here from far away." Snoop Dogg went back to his former cowardly follower, but this time following a strange black man.

The former death row record was in chaos, Sugnett went to jail, the traitor Derry’s own label was in a terrible situation, and Snoop Dogg didn’t follow it. Instead, he signed to a former black basketball player and rapper. Boss Miller’s label is owned by EMI.

Boss Miller's stage name is very powerful on the streets of New Orleans in the south. He is a real bandit and can provide umbrellas for dogs locally.

So it was tantamount to swaying the old brother with a fake action again after urging Derry to turn back on himself but backing down. Now the relationship with Derry is also dead.

Uh, it doesn’t have to be over. Business is business, and it might get back together in the future.

Song Ya raised his eyebrows and found that he was a little bit of bragging daddy. This guy held Drey and Snoop Dogg, which is equivalent to hiding in the West Coast and having a lot of influence, plus he fell out with lover Will Smith. After Quincy Jones’s face, the two sides got closer and closer, not limited to the East Coast, he has become very well established in the entire black music community.

"TV station."

He fisted and hugged the dog, and then pointed to the headquarters building of the opposite record, "The party is ready over there, let's talk about things here first."

"Who else is here?" asked the first time attending the Chicago meeting.

"Meeting."

Song Ya replied, "They are all old people from the past, Derry, Escobe, my friend Huang Yuan from Miami, and New York..."

The dog shrank when hearing Derry's name.

"Aren't you coming?" the bragging father asked.

"This time I just want to squeeze Arthur's weekly champion." Song Ya did not hide his main purpose.

"To understanding."

For the time being, there were only these three people. The bodyguards and classmates stayed outside, and Song Ya chatted with them casually.

"You were shot here last year?"

"Yes, I didn't see the billboard below. It was a mound at the time."

"I heard the gunman used it."

"Yes, but it got stuck without two shots. Haha, do you believe it stuck?"

"Wow... you are really dead."

Bragging daddy and sighing again and again, with infinite admiration in their eyes, no matter how gangsters are, the black people on the "road" in the United States are not dissatisfied with themselves in this matter, and they have to go to Chicago.

"Ours may be able to hit."

The topic turns to those who have never dealt with before, bragging daddy joking.

"Are you still playing?" Song Ya was in awe. This guy is more than 30 years old and he used to play in the lower leagues.

"Don't listen to him, I participated in the Charlotte Hornets preseason game last year, but... the result was not very good. I plan to try again this year. For the last time, playing in the main game is my dream." laughed.

Being able to be considered in his thirties is already great. Song Ya punched him again, "Would you like me to say hello to my brother Jordan and let the Chicago Bulls try you next season?"

"really?"

Unexpectedly, he took the blowing seriously, his eyes brightened.

"No problem, wait for my message."

Song Ya regretted it a little, but fortunately Dre and Escobe came here at this time.

The scene was a bit embarrassing for a while, "Brother Derry." Snoop Dogg hurriedly stepped forward to hug guiltily, and the two seemed to have not seen each other for a while.

Derry obviously remembered his grudge and accepted the hug, but he didn't pat the opponent's back while standing.

The bragging father glanced at each other, lowered his head tacitly and smiled.

Today's Derui is a bad luck. The ambitious new label ran away, his savings were spent, his status was exhausted, and he was chased by the gang rap newcomers on the West Coast, and only one was left. Follower, still white.

"Brother Cooper."

As the host, Song Ya naturally wanted to give face to the guests, "Long time no see, Derui."

"Thank you for still inviting me."

Derry hugged him sincerely, more enthusiastic than dogs, and even choked up a bit, "It's not the right time for you to be shot, really."

"Haha."

Song Yale is now, and he might help him if he doesn't get shot, but that's his bad luck.

"Do you remember me a big star?" His white attendant suddenly spoke.

"you are?"

Of course Song Ya didn't remember, he didn't have any rules, and he stretched out his hand at random and touched the opponent lightly.

"Eminem, when we met, the stage name was Dow Factory Detroit? Do you remember it?"

This kid is impolite, dragging, and a face of undaunted scorn, a bit of the smell of the first time he debuted, "Eminem will post a new album soon." Derry hugged him and explained, "My banner Yes, we are now in Detroit most of the time."

Song Ya still didn’t think about it, he was always a rookie singer, yes~www.ltnovel.com~ It seems that Derui liked him very much, and he chose to hold a male white rapper when he was excluded from the circle. The pressure would only increase. Big, of course, from another angle, it also shows that no black singer who has a good way and ability will mix with his **** anymore.

Bragging about the old man and continuing to smirk, Eminem lifted his chin to the two bosses unhappy.

The bragging father snorted lightly and chose not to be familiar with the little people.

"Boss, they are ready to party."

Linda came over to report.

"Let's go over."

The party is held in the record headquarters building with relatively complete equipment.

"Okay, let me introduce you to everyone."

The local tycoon Song Ya read the incision for the fifth time, "Welcome to the bragging daddy from New York, ..., Es Cube from Los Angeles, Huang Yuan from Miami, New Orleans and the dog, Dre and Amy from Detroit. Nam...".