Chapter 1004? There Is Such a Song

In the early morning, Song Ya accompanied David Geffen to sit and drink in the shadows, listening to the negotiations of his subordinates.

"Why isn't Dion Wilson on the list?"

Only the lamp on the round table in the middle of the suite was on, and Ms. Sloane sat across from an old white man who seemed to be stubborn.

The old white man rummaged through the documents and asked, he should be David Geffen's absolute confidant.

"Why do you ask that?" Linda's voice came from the speakerphone of the landline.

"What?"

The old white man put his mouth close to the microphone and repeated with emphasis, "Dion Wilson! The music director of your A+ records, the head of production, isn't he included in the deal?"

"Dion is not a singer, his management position work contract is not very binding, the record producer has always been free, and he sometimes makes records for singers of other record companies." Linda replied.

The old white man looked at David Geffen.

"We need Dion, at least let him stick to his post until he gets through the turbulent period after the transaction. I think the success of A+ records has a lot to do with this music director, right? APLUS." David Geffen asked Song Ya.

"Of course, he's worked on almost all of our records since he joined."

Song Ya replied: "I will try my best to convince him, but he has a small fortune now, so... I can't give you a 100% guarantee."

"Isn't it okay to re-sign a singer and tie him up?"

The old white man asked again: "He's been trying to use the stage name NOI.D. to quietly release an underground rap single to test the waters, right? He should have a plan to release an album next year, right?"

"Uh..." Linda was speechless.

In the future, you don’t know, but the current situation of A+ Records is quite clear, "Almost, NOI.D. is Dion’s name in reverse,..."

The other party came prepared, and the little trick was not enough. Song Ya generously admitted for Linda who didn't know how to respond.

"So after negotiating the bond with him, let's add it to the transaction." The white old man said.

"At that time, the new A+ Records will give him an executive vice president position." David Geffen added.

Song Ya nodded to Sloan who was looking at him, "OK." Sloan agreed, and he and the white old man each took a pen to add or change the document.

"Where's Milla Jovovich?" the old white man asked again.

"Mila will have two major heroine movies released next year, and the release of the new album is just for fun, so she will be assigned to another small record company under the name of APLUS, which is more free for her." Linda replied.

"We don't want to let Mira go."

The old white man continued to expose the lie: "I have a friend who heard Mira sing a new song written for her by APLUS on the set in Florida. The pop rock style is trending, and we like it very much. And the A+ record has been for Mira. Ready for a really nice band, expensive, right? I don't think you're playing with her."

"So far, Mira has not released any albums or singles on A+ records, nor has the copyright of any tracks under the name of A+ records. Her five-year singer will not come into effect until early next year. In fact, it will not be included in the A+ record. In this transaction."

Sloan refused: "There is no such thing as 'letting go'."

"We can raise some of the acquisition amount just because of her."

The old white man got permission from David Geffen and said: "APLUS, because we know your character, we will definitely write a song for the ex-girlfriend who is back in our arms, and praise her... Her singing skills are terrible, but we trust you as a creator Genius, it's expensive to have a rock backing crew of that level for nothing, so those songs and even the entire album already exist and are planned, am I right?"

"Ex-ex-girlfriend."

Song Ya corrected him unhappy, "It seems that you already know my company well, it would be better if you could care more about my troubles and make a few more suggestions."

"I am APLUS in this business. After selling most of the shares in Geffen Records, many people laughed at me for making a money-losing deal.

Because after Universal got Geffen Records, they immediately released Nirvana..."

David Geffen said with a smile: "But now? Books and Europeans' hot money are gone, piracy is rampant, the record industry has become sluggish, and people who laugh at me have turned to praise my foresight... Everyone agrees. Every big acquisition in the recording industry becomes a trepidation, and we can’t help but do our research well beforehand.”

"The current quotation is 75 million and 50% of the A+ records. The transaction list includes the full set of equipment in the three recording studios including 'Deep Sea', and the land you prepared for the new headquarters in the outer suburbs of Chicago. Except What you have, the old record rights shared with Sony Columbia Records, including those old records of Old Joe Music, and some copyrights on the first album of Little Lowry..."

The old white man picked up the document he had just drawn up and said: "We will also pay the top 60 million signing fee, APLUS, this money is actually for all the current A+ record singers, but it will be declared that it belongs to you alone People, so that the news will come out and completely establish your position as a top superstar. Then you will distribute the money yourself, as long as you can ensure that everyone's contract renewal goes smoothly, we will approve it."

"It still doesn't sound very good," Ms. Sloan said.

"Give me the list of singers."

David Geffen got up and went to the round table to briefly glance at the documents, "We want Mira, so foxyBrown can give up and take you to your new company. This female rapper in Brooklyn, New York is very difficult to manage, and Geffen Records are based in California."

"How's your talk with Ovitz going?" he asked.

"The progress is slower than here." Song Ya replied.

"The signing fee of 60 million is not the highest amount. The long-term contract that MJ signed with Sony Columbia Records last time was far more than this amount." Linda's voice came out from the speakerphone, "Besides, it's not for APLUS alone."

"That's the book that threw money at random, now? Even MJ is impossible." David Geffen said.

"There is a figure that can be compared with MJ and Madonna, that is, the singer's share. APLUS's creative ability is actually worth 20% more than them." Linda added.

"Can."

David Geffen readily agreed, "It can even be a little higher, how about 21%? Maybe you don't know, MJ had a hard rule when he signed a long-term contract with Benzi, that is, he must be from the United States. Among first-line singers, the one with the highest ratio of singers, if it is surpassed by other singers, then a new contract must be automatically matched."

He laughed and said, "Perhaps this gimmick can give Motura a little headache, because after we sign the contract, MJ will definitely clamor to change the contract. As MJ's manager, he will be caught between the company and the singer. "

Look, when you see a rabbit, don't you start to scatter eagles?

"The book will agree to such a request? Haha, let's reveal more, Mr. Geffen." Song Ya also laughed.

"So we're done?" David Geffen asked.

"Well, I prefer the number eight."

"Okay." David Geffen and the white old man looked at each other and agreed, "Fax back to the United States and leave the rest of the work to the lawyers. After the formal signing, Universal Music and I will firmly support you. Don't worry. , APLUS."

"Then I thank you in advance." Don't worry, I won't sell A+ records, Song Ya shook his hand.

Boston on the second day, near the campus of Harvard University.

"Don't follow me, don't follow me, Pierre!"

Quincy Jones was annoyed by Pierre Sutton, "I'm here to see my daughter, I'm not working!"

The old man walked quickly into the new villa he had just bought here, trying to shut Pierre out, but failed.

"Quincy, you can't do this! I heard that you created obstacles for Atlantic Records to pursue APLUS within Warner. Haven't you forgotten the conflict with him after so many years?"

Pierre Sutton chased the door with a briefcase and questioned, "Otherwise, he wouldn't have no choice but to sign an alliance with David Geffen."

"Why forget? I'm an old man, and that kid has never respected me since he was fifteen years old. Many people in Warner don't like him. See how he tosses Sony Columbia Records!"

Quincy Jones retorted, "I just said a few bad things about him in the meeting, and I can't be the owner of Warner Records. Your inner city broadcasting company is well informed!"

"That's it? We black people should help each other, you are betraying! APLUS is being attacked by white people in the media industry, and you are still getting worse!"

Pierre Sutton yelled at him: "Didn't APLUS make a lot of money for Sony Columbia Records!?"

"Ha! Look, look, here comes the moral kidnapping."

The old man was even more annoyed, "You Manhattan gang know how to do this!"

"Don't think I don't know you're having a great time, Quincy."

Pierre Sutton said: "2PAC is dead, his mother is a control bug, Sugnett is going to jail, and now your daughter Kidada is an ex-girlfriend of 2PAC, and your son Jones III is an ex-death row record Signed singers, as long as you have a random confession with Dre and Snoop Dogg who have been in close contact with you lately, you have firmly grasped the right to explain the death of 2PAC, and you can sit down and make a deal with some people. I Is your guess right?"

"You media people are well-informed. I don't care. It's not that I haven't been scolded by MJ fans for many years. I'm used to it. Say what you want." Quincy Jones poured himself a full glass of wine.

"Then at least help APLUS clarify."

Pierre Sutton said: "Don't think I don't know you sent Rashida to blackmail APLUS over this."

"Why help him clarify? He doesn't respect me." Quincy Jones was unwilling.

"Then you look like an old-timer in the black music scene!" Pierre Sutton raised his voice again.

"Let that kid come and beg me personally, by the way, and apologize to Rashida by the way, dare to bully my daughter..."

"You old Nger..."

"Hey, didn't that kid say that he never accepts threats?"

Quincy Jones took a swig of his wine, and the more frustrated Pierre was, the better he felt, "Don't think I don't know, you also just turned against him at the Inner City Broadcasting Company, investing in XXL magazine against his will, and My VIBE is against Taiwan..."

"This is not a matter of one level. Now we must stand up for black light."

"Come on, go on, give me a little cleanliness for this old man, thank you."

"you!"

"Daddy!" The two were talking together, and Rashida Jones pushed the door in wearing a Harvard uniform, "I can hear you arguing with someone outside the door, watch your blood pressure."

"I didn't quarrel, I'm fine." Quincy Jones was angry with Pierre, "Help me see Mr. President Sutton."

"APLUS is very vengeful Quincy."

Pierre Sutton had nothing to do with this old guy, so he had no choice but to leave a word and walk out.

"Wait, are you here for APLUS, Mr. Sutton? I just heard something outside the door..."

Rashida Jones suddenly stopped him, "Actually, it's easy to clarify his suspicion of murder..."

"No, you..."

Quincy Jones couldn't understand his daughter anymore, "Rashida!" He yelled to stop, "Why are you helping that annoying little Nger!?"

Rashida didn't listen to his father, and continued: "At that time, APLUS found 2PAC's mother through Malcolm X's widow, and asked her to help her son delete DISS's own lyrics in the song Hit'emUp, yes ?"

"Yes, I am the middleman." Pierre Sutton nodded.

"Shut up!" Quincy Jones yelled at her daughter.

Rashida Jones ignored him, "2PAC's mother found the lyrics of Hit'emUp after reading it, and was very angry. She slapped 2PAC twice at home and told him that APLUS is a very nice person, and her son shouldn't curse such an excellent person viciously. Black sons don’t grow up, so 2PAC obediently deleted that line. My sister was there and saw it with her own eyes.”

Pierre Sutton's eyes lit up, "That's right! But is your sister willing to say this to the media?"

"Rashida..." Quincy Jones couldn't do anything about her favorite daughter, and tried to stop it again pitifully beside her.

"Actually, there is no need. There is such a song in 2PAC's posthumous work."

Rashida shook off his father's hand, "He wrote it down after being beaten by his mother to vent his anger. In the lyrics, there are lyrics like 'APLUS, you are a bitch who only goes home and cries for your mother'. It's not very nice, but it's the perfect proof that there's no real animosity between the two of them."

"Great! Where's the original copy of that song?" asked Pierre Sutton.

"In a safe somewhere on Death Row, with the rest of 2PAC's legacy, which has been controlled by Death Row's publisher Records, and 2PAC Mother and Sugnett are fighting over them."

Rashida Jones said it all.

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