Chicago 1990

'APLUS’s voice has changed and become a bit thicker. I really like his IFeelItComing when he debuted. When he performs live again at an unplugged concert, it’s easy to hear the difference from the studio version. The details are even less MJ...'

"Come on, man, that was a song released in 90 years, five years, how old was APLUS at that time, sixteen years old? It's normal for a sixteen-year-old African-American boy to imitate MJ's style, but he has now completely created his own music style."

"Is the span of his two albums that long? Sorry I don't remember..."

"Your memory is really problematic. APLUS's first album was released in May 1992, more than three years ago. In the middle of 94 years, he also released the original soundtrack of My Life, which is actually a solo album. The songs in it are composed of his own lyrics and music, and he participated in singing most of them. As a singer-songwriter, he is not very productive, but the quality is undoubtedly top-notch. He is pioneering in experimental genre and new synthetic sound achievement."

"The first order was issued in 90, and the first special was issued in 1992?"

"It seems that I had a conflict with Sony Columbia Records. It is understandable that he was young and vigorous at the time. He was still one of the few singers who could sell singles. The current momentum reminds me of MJ in the 1980s."

"MJ has been promoted to a player in the capital level of the recording industry."

"APLUS..."

"I know I know that APLUS is very good at investing in the technology industry. He appears to have more money than MJ in Fujibee's list, but in the recording industry, he is still regulated by MJ, right? MJ can even be considered his boss One, he now has to pay MJ's ATV/Sony copyright library when he sings IFeelItComing publicly."

"Old Terrier is not tired of playing? How many years have you laughed at Paul McCourtney with this sentence!"

"Wow, don't get excited man, there is no'us' here."

"Don't be yin and yang with me, who doesn't know you are a diehard fan of MJ!"

"What about you? APLUS? Let me say that he is getting more and more degenerate. At any rate, there is a grand single like WhereIsTheLove in the first album. What's left in the second album now? I have money, so I have Money... this is it!"

"Haha, you guys are really annoying, I want to settle the accounts with you today..."

‘Boom! ’

Suddenly there was a muffled noise on the radio, as if the microphone had fallen on something, and then there was a sizzle of signal interference, mixed with the host’s words of persuasion.

Song Ya expressionlessly stretched out his hand to turn off the radio, and followed the gap between the curtains on the second floor to the lawn outside.

Ms. Sloan was whispering to a tall black man in a suit and leather shoes, and she couldn’t hear anything, but Song Ya was very curious about why Remy, a top lobbyist serving the energy giants like the Koch brothers, would chase herself all the way. San Marino is coming...

"Oh! I hate it, APLUS, you're deliberately distracting you, right?"

Xue Linfen, lying on the edge of the window, complained and fell to the big bed, her chest undulating like a puppy on the floor in summer.

"But I haven't..."

"You can figure it out by yourself, I don't have any strength, sorry..." Xue Linfen smiled and wrapped herself in a thin quilt.

Outside, Ms. Sloan seemed to have negotiated with Remy. As a few black lobbyists in Washington, Remy seemed to have guessed that he was observing over there, and he gestured to the villa to say goodbye, and got into his place not far away. The car started to leave.

"Why did Remy look for me?"

He had to go to the study first, and asked Sloan who reported back for the first time.

"In the case of A+CN, Gordon is aggressively attacking the conservative state police's excessive law enforcement against blacks. Remy asks us to curb a bit." Sloan frowned and looked at Song Ya keenly.

"We are all spotted on the pilot TV stations?" Song Ya raised his legs and smiled.

"Gordon now sees this kind of news as a life-saving straw, high-intensity broadcast." Sloan said: "Many of them were first-hand news, widely quoted and discussed by other black media, and there were hundreds of thousands in Washington last month. A large-scale gathering of African Americans..."

"Have the ratings improved?" Song Ya asked.

"It should be a little bit. You should ask the professionals under you. My concern is that a politician has directed Remy to come over to say hello, so now it's our turn to decide how to respond." Sloan replied.

"Which politicians?"

"I don’t know. Remy won’t reveal the specific name, but according to his hint, I guess there must be Senator John Warren and Senator McKean. I probably know some of Remy’s contacts in Washington. You didn’t meet them last time. Are you together? In the Congress restaurant. Maybe there are politicians in North Carolina, Tennessee, Arizona and other places, because Gordon’s main targets are the police in Charlotte, Memphis, and Phoenix where African Americans gather."

Sloan turned his head to look at him, "Shall we show the people behind Remy?"

"How to show good? The elephant party politicians standing behind him, and Gordon is a **** donkey party..." Song Ya rubbed his brows.

"APLUS, isn't you doing the news media just to have this day? That's not a big money business... Or am I wrong about you?" Sloan smiled.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to talk to Gordon? Or you?"

John Warren and McKean helped themselves with textile quotas, and Song Ya didn't think about it for long.

"Never go, you call to suggest that Gordon, he is a senior media person, should be able to understand, just be careful not to leave him a handle to write a memoir."

Sloan personally taught the media boss how to say this to managers.

"Gordon, it's me, how is the situation with A+CN recently? The ratings have improved? That's great, what did Comcast say..."

I asked for a greeting first, "By the way, I have read our recent evening news. Is the selection too singular? Except for the Simpson case, most of the remaining time is given to those with local police officers. ..."

"The illegally treated black people care about this, and the ratings survey can prove it." Gordon didn't seem to react, and answered on the phone.

"I know, should we think about it in the long run? Now our overall news tone is too depressing." Song Ya continued to hint, "Don't you think?"

"Then you think I should..."

"Haha, don't think about Gordon too much. I won't interfere with your work. I just called you out of the feeling of an ordinary audience. If you think it doesn't make sense, just ignore it."

"Okay, thank you APLUS, I will consider it comprehensively. By the way, what about the opinions of other people around you? What do they think of the quality of A+CN's recent programs? I want to listen to it. It is best to be specific." Ge Den said.

"next to me?"

Song Ya looked up at Sloan, and replied after receiving a positive signal: "Ms. Sloan has other opinions. I will let her communicate with you."

"Ok."

Sloan quickly received a call from Gordon, and she held a cell phone and chatted under Song Ya's gaze, mostly talking about parliamentary articles.

"I didn't understand, will Gordon understand?" Song Ya felt a little clouded.

"He should understand."

Sloan said: "He doesn't want to remove all relevant news, so he is asking me what can be kept and what needs to be handled gently..."

"So the bunch of names of politicians you just talked about represent a city or state, right? But they are not the people behind Remy, they are just referential..."

Song Ya also understood a bit.

Sloan snapped his fingers, "Smart. Anyway, I can't leave it to people like Gordon..."

"The handle of the memoir." Song Ya repeated accurately, "What if Gordon says one thing and does another thing, and he doesn't want to give up?"

"If you don't understand the hint, just replace it. There will be talents who are good at observing words and expressions." Sloan said: "Between meeting the needs of politicians or other big figures and running a good news station, it will take you a long time to find Balance point, Gordon is the same."

"It's like our singer goes to the radio to do activities, right?"

Song Ya draws inferences by analogy, "If I'm too boring, even if I give money to the little DJs, they won't invite you to the show, because if there is no listening rate, my PR fee is only a small amount of money in front of the job. If there is a singer, Good at creating program effects, and willing to give money, it is a win-win situation with DJs, and everyone is happy. If the news station completely kneels and licks those politicians, the credibility and ratings will end, and the value to politicians will be lost. There must be you The so-called balance point."

"Very APLUS understanding." Sloan slapped his chin to express his appreciation.

"I intend to keep some reports low-key."

Over in Chicago, Gordon immediately closed the door for a meeting with several senior A+CN executives. "Polls show that the atmosphere of recent shows is too depressing."

"The viewership rate is rising~www.ltnovel.com~ is questioning.

“It’s not rising fast enough to reach the milestone data we signed with Comcast. We still need to change and continue to change.”

Gordon flipped through the press release in his hand, "Arizona and Virginia retracted, Tennessee reduced some inflammatory statements."

"Then only Charlotte, North Carolina is left." The subordinate said.

"Yes, focus on that. I will never bow to that Klan Klan apprentice Jesse Helms in North Carolina." Gordon said decisively.

After the A+CN evening news broadcast that night, the staff in the office of the chairman of the Senate Foreign Affairs Committee gently closed the door and respectfully reported to an old white male politician who was lying on his desk. They show okay."

"Where is my North Carolina?" the old white man asked.

"The intensity of defamation is still high."

"I see, call the FBI Director Fries, now."