Chapter 1144 I Can

Shakira was satisfied. After walking this "road of official announcement", she followed Song Ya into the car, holding each other's arms with both hands and never letting go.

"Tired?" Song Ya asked her, who leaned her head on her shoulder.

"Not tired." She replied sweetly.

He must be tired, "Mike, go back to Tribeca directly, and don't go to Metropolis Records today." Song Ya told the old Mike.

"Aren't you going? Someone is still waiting for you to go to the interview." Linda in the passenger seat turned around and reminded.

After many selections, Linda introduced a former black middle-level producer of Atlantic Records to be the executive vice president and music director of Metropolitan Records. During the rise of the En Vogue girl group, he followed the legendary producer, New Jack Swing Denzel Foster and Thomas McIlroy, the pioneers of the wind, did not expect that Derry poached the main singer of En Vogue during the climbing stage of his career. The remaining trio was seriously injured. Unhappy, just the idea of ​​leaving.

As the president, I don't have the energy to really manage Metropolis Records in every detail. There must be a local African-American musician in the prime of his life, and his qualifications can slightly suppress the two label owners of Jazzy and Matthew Norris. routine.

Song Ya glanced at his watch and replied: "Anyway, he's the only candidate, don't worry, see you on the 4th."

"Maybe they have a party for you there," Linda said.

"Maybe?" Song Ya asked.

Linda replied: "I want to give a surprise or something. Jazzy is good at designing these activities. He likes to take the initiative to do these things and is willing to spend his own money. He takes good care of his colleagues at Metropolitan Records. The former president harassed Beyoncé and other girls, he was the one who did it, whenever William Adams or Daft Punk came to New York to record or run a promotion, he would hold a party and treat him as a landlord.”

"King of New York?"

Song Ya thought of the Apocalypse song Empire Heart and Jazzy, who claimed to be the king of New York in APESHIT, smiled, and didn't know how much the world line had been changed by her butterfly wings. Now Jazzy is far from the status of Puff Daddy's New York rap boss very.

"He's working on it."

A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. Of course, Linda can see through Jazzy's mind.

It seems that gangster rappers who don't sell their accounts probably have the dream of dominating the local area, which is not surprising.

"Just pretend that I don't know about the welcome party." Song Ya thought about it and was still too lazy to go, "Anyway, I will go the day after tomorrow."

The motorcade drove into the underground garage of Tribeca's residence, and Shakira turned around outside the entrance contentedly after seeing motorcycle paparazzi taking pictures of the two returning to their residence together.

"You check it out, and don't let the media publish ugly photos that I don't like."

Song Ya also noticed, and told Linda to push the door and get out of the car.

Shakira held his hand like a young couple and took the elevator together.

"Mike, update the fitness equipment here tomorrow. The coach left me a task. I'm going to live here for a while..."

Boyfriend, now a real boyfriend, is very busy most of the time, except for the break time, he is always giving orders to various people, or responding to external reports and inquiries, making phone calls, holding meetings, and managing his business Empire, even when running and recovering.

"Shall we go to Metropolis Records the day after tomorrow?" she asked.

"certainly."

Song Ya's affirmative answer without hesitation made her feel happy. The elevator reached the top floor, and Old Mike opened the door of Tribeca's penthouse.

"It seems that this place needs to be tidied up."

The lights in the house were turned on, and the furnishings couldn't be compared with those in Highland Park. They were so simple that they didn't look like a big star's home. Shakira began to feel like a hostess, "Maybe we can go buy some decorations tomorrow."

"You are responsible."

Song Ya shook her head, "I'm afraid I don't have time."

"Isn't something happening the day after tomorrow? Honey." Shakira asked.

"I have something to do every day and it's going to be very busy this year."

Shooting, coma, recuperation, betrayal, counterattack, the turbulent 1997 for me suddenly passed, looking forward to the new year, law school, world tour, new album, competition for the theme song of the World Cup, not to mention, work The intensity will be greater. Song Ya smiled, "You rest first, I'll go downstairs."

"Together." Shakira continued to hold his arm.

"Fine."

When the two reached the stairs, Shakira vaguely heard conversations downstairs. It turned out that there were already guests waiting here.

"Sloan, Pierre..."

There were quite a few people, dressed in exquisite professional women's attire, and Sloan, who seemed to be always at work, was standing in the middle of the downstairs living room, arguing with Pierre Sutton, the president and chairman of the Inner City Broadcasting Company, standing or sitting next to him. Many people were watching, all of them were media or Wall Street elites in suits and leather shoes. When they heard Song Ya's greeting, they all got up and surrounded them.

"Don't need a cane? APLUS."

"Happy New Year, APLUS."

Everyone was full of compliments.

"There is a better one." Song Ya squeezed Shakira's shoulder and smiled, then hugged Sloan, "Sorry, are you still working now?"

"We are waiting for you, this is from Clear Media... from Morgan Stanley..."

Sloan introduced the guests one by one, "Let's talk alone."

"OK."

Song Ya smiled apologetically at the people, "You can entertain me." He left Shakira here alone.

"How far has the IPO progressed?"

Song Ya and Sloan walked into the study, closed the door and asked.

"In communication about the disposal of the shares of the Inner City Broadcasting Company, according to your plan, the new Littman Media will manage your shares in the Inner City Broadcasting Company, but Pierre Sutton has a new idea. He wants us to Inner City Broadcasting exists as a subsidiary of Littman Media, and we buy back more shares, or simply do a share swap between Inner City and future parent Littman Media...”

Sloan showed him some documents.

"He dreams."

Song Ya sat down and complained: "These Ngers always think of good things."

Among the protests in various places after the shooting, the New York side was the least active. The information that Song Ya had was that Jazzy and Damon Dash were arrested by the New York police for nearly 24 hours that day. The matter is excusable, and the group of people in the inner city must have been greeted by the donkey party. Their "calm handling" at that time was regarded as half a betrayal in the eyes of myself after waking up.

I am not used to the expansion of the media industry, "The inner city broadcasting company and the Manhattan gang are less and less important to me now, anyway, I can't count on them at critical times. Pierre transferred the shares to Lost, and will never help them fight against the New York City government and defend the Apollo Theater in the future."

He flipped through the documents and said.

"Then you talk to Pierre and the others yourself?" Sloan reminded, "The inner city owns a large share of the hip-hop music magazine XXL, and this magazine will help your music career."

"I see."

The two continued to chat about other details. Generally speaking, after the extremely complicated equity adjustment designed by Sloan, Littman Media not only owns the American music website, A+CN's management rights and some shares, but also uses the last one before the IPO. In the round, the media shares in the hands of some institutions were used to replace part of the financing, as well as shares in paper media such as Modern Photography, Stereo Review, and American Music Magazine. Except for XXL, the inner city broadcasting company was dispensable.

After opening the educational film market and owning the publishing rights to the autobiography of Johnny Carson and Jordan Belfort, the valuation of Littman Publishing has been greatly improved, and the American Music website has benefited from the fact that the rival All Music website has not expanded during the crisis. Retaining the title of the largest music community, the valuation given by the agency has risen from 180 million to 300 million. Song Ya owns 49% of A+CN after the valuation has dropped, and some shares.

"The land and headquarters building in the hands of A+ Audio Company are merged into the American Music website, Litman Media's headquarters is located in Chicago, and the new building is temporarily shared with A+CN..."

"You're generally giving away 25 percent of Littman Media to various agencies in the last round of financing, and they're going to pay $100 million in cash for that."

"The remaining 60%, you personally, A+ copyright and asset management company, A+ Audio, which has become a shell, and the deep-sea company you registered overseas are cross-owned, so the target is smaller."

"After the IPO, you will still own 42% of Litman Media, and the estimated market value will reach more than 500 million. The issue price is..."

"In addition to acquisitions and follow-up operating funds, the money raised from the IPO will also make some expansion acquisitions in the media industry."

The two quickly went through all kinds of information, "It's perfect, I can't do this without you, Sloan." Song Ya's mood became relaxed and happy, "Another 100 million ah? It's annoying, last year's money hasn't been spent yet It's over..." His hand touched it.

‘Bang bang bang! '

"APLUS? Can we talk?"

It's a pity that Pierre Sutton suddenly knocked on the study door, "Come in."

"APLUS, Ms. Sloan's plan, my father, Mr. Dingkins, and Mr. Rangel don't agree with it, so the inner city broadcasting company is too marginalized in your new media group."

Pierre Sutton said eagerly.

"How come? I only have you in the broadcasting industry."

Song Ya was perfunctory to him.

"Johnson plans to sell his BET to the white media group, and we only have your Littman in the future." Pierre Sutton advised.

"My Litman, not yours."

Hearing this makes me feel uncomfortable, it’s still the same old way, pointing at the media that I’m supporting the black people to lose money, A+CN loses, the inner city loses, let’s forget about it, at the critical moment, it pays back both ends, Song Ya’s eyes turned cold and looked at him, He said word by word: "Although I am still the chairman after the listing, the entire company has to be responsible to the shareholders, and I can't do much."

"You can improve our status in Litman Media through share swaps, such as the board of directors... and other influences, Clear Media and other shareholders in the inner city are fine, I will take care of it." Pierre Sutton continued.

It was whimsical, and Song Ya didn't even bother to be perfunctory, "I'm planning to sell half of the shares in the inner city and the corresponding board of directors, you should also find a way to help me find a successor, before the final round of financing that is about to start Finish."

"APLUS...you can't do this."

Pierre Sutton's face turned ashen for a moment, and he begged, "We have cooperated for so many years..."

"Painful partnership, yet not getting the expected return, don't think I don't know what happened in the coma, let alone say that I can't do this, I can't do that... look at me, Pierre."

Song Ya leaned forward and looked him in the eyes, "On the contrary, I can."

Defeated by his calm and indifferent eyes, Pierre lowered his head, wanted to say something but didn't say a word, he knew the current strength of the man in front of him, he could indeed.

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