Chapter 1146? To the World

"Yo, Brother APLUS."

"Yo, Jazzy, Dame, you're Biggs right? When did you get out of jail?"

On January 4, 1998, Song Ya, Shakira, and Linda arrived at the Metropolitan Records headquarters early in the morning, not far from the original parent company, Metropolitan Communications' old New York branch, which has not moved since the 1980s , long-term lease on the top two floors of an eight-story old brick-and-concrete building facing the street. It has nothing to do with Metropolitan Insurance and the Metropolitan Opera in New York. One name has Capital Cities in it, and the other two have Metropolitan in it.

Song Ya bumped fists, hugged, and beat their shoulders with them. A tall and fat black man stood behind Jazzy and Damon Dash. He should be the latest Biggs to be released from prison. Song Ya knew that he had a bad reputation in Brooklyn. The one in charge of doing the dirty work really has the aura of a ruthless character.

"It's already out." Biggs replied in a low voice.

The three Jazzy brothers used this headquarters as a nest, and their own Roc-A-Records office was also placed there. The door was marked with a beautiful brass nameplate, and a small radio station was built, and the studio was next door.

The other old blacks who looked at themselves curiously were probably followers of the Roc-A- trio, or employees of the record company.

"Hey, Matthew."

Next door on the other side is Matthew Norris' Music World Entertainment Records office, and Song Ya shook hands with each other again.

Although it was an unsuccessful old and small record company in history, Metropolis Records was backed by the rich and powerful Metropolis Communications in the early years, and later it was owned by ABC TV Network and Disney. The decoration style is old and there is actually no bargain in the whole interior. , the precious solid wood floor, dado, tables and chairs have been polished more and more by time.

"Shakira." Song Ya introduced Shakira to them, "What about NAS and them?"

"It's still early, they won't come until the afternoon at least, and there will be a welcome party in the evening."

Jazzy is wearing a fancy skateboard style jacket, and there is a lot of big gold chain and gold watch. After having a platinum record and getting the signing fee for pen renewal, he should have lived a good life in 1997. Brooklyn fellow Biggie hangs up. After the fall, since Puff Daddy's base camp is in Harlem, his influence in Brooklyn has grown, and he has indeed become more and more like a rap mogul. "You've never been here?" he asked.

"Not really."

Shortly after the official handover, he was shot.

How could Song Ya have the opportunity to come over to inspect.

"Wow, let me show you around your own business?"

"Can."

“This floor is the office space, this side is the little radio station that Damon and I started, we spend most of our time here, this side is the storage room, the staff’s office? The small conference room? The recording studio and the sound mixing The sheds are upstairs..."

The record company in the morning was relatively deserted, and the old-fashioned decoration style made the corridors dark and cramped? Jazzy opened the doors of each office to introduce while leading the way.

There is always the feeling that the sparrow is small and complete? Song Ya seems to have returned to Old Joe Records, or the small place that A+ Records rented in the early years? Of course, this place is much bigger than Old Joe Records, but the overall atmosphere between hip-hop labels There really isn't much difference.

This is basically the world of black musicians? Jazzy's attendant, who was just watching the excitement, started to continue to arrange the bar? Busy moving drinks to the Internet bar.

Local hip-hop singers like Puff Daddy, NAS, and Jazzy generally also serve as party planners. Many New York stars, not limited to black and record stars, will also find them for parties, from DJ, singing to One-stop all-inclusive party service and wine supply? They are the best at frying the atmosphere.

Was there a time when Diddy got too hot at a party? There was also a stampede.

"Aren't you and Foxy Brown certified platinum yet?"

Song Ya pointed to the empty wall and asked.

"No, the damn RIAA is too bureaucratic," Jazzy cursed.

"Linda, remember to urge them." This is the responsibility of his boss and president, Song Ya told Linda behind him, "By the way? Where's Little Foxy Brown?"

"Same, come in the afternoon or evening."

Jazzy led the way upstairs? There was the first album poster of him and Foxy Brown, and then Destiny's Child? William Adams, Daft Punk.

The daft punk duo are finally wearing the modified motorcycle helmets they saw in the I Feel It Coming apocalypse video.

Song Ya feels good? In the chaotic 1997, he completely let go? And everything is still in order even though the original president is unreliable.

"Ah! APLUS!"

Beyoncé and the others rushed out screaming from a room with a sign in the recording? Five girls surrounded him, ignoring Shakira, happily jumping around with his arms in their arms.

"Hi there."

Song Ya hugged them, and scratched Emily's nose again, "How are you doing here?"

"Not bad."

The cousin replied: "Everyone is waiting for you."

"OK, work first."

The main purpose of coming here was to help Destiny's Child record Worth It, "Wait for me for five minutes." He then bumped fists with the musicians who came out, "Jazzy." Let him lead the star-ridden self first Tour the rest of the recording studio, mixing booth, and other offices.

"How long has no one come in here?"

After Linda opened the president's office with the key, there was a musty smell, and Song Ya fanned it in front of her nose with her hand.

"It has been locked since the former president was fired, for several months?"

Linda went in and opened the windows for ventilation, and Song Ya looked in. It was the same old layout, with the boss' desk, sofa, and messy honor corner...

"Forget it, let's record first."

Song Ya took off the windbreaker for Linda to hang up, and asked her to find someone to clean it up. She rolled up her sleeves and walked into the recording studio where Destiny's Child just came out with her arms around Shakira.

This is the largest recording studio owned by Metropolitan Records. The mixing console and other equipment have been updated with the start-up funds after the merger of A+ Records and Disney early last year. When Song Ya walked in, it was like stepping into the studio from the 1970s. In the nineties.

One of the rare white guys in the company sits in front of the computer that handles the audio. Black people play music and white people play high-tech, which is gradually the new trend in the recording industry.

"Come on." Matthew Norris wheeled his daughter into the studio.

Other girls from Destiny's Child, musicians, and Jazzy also followed.

"Find a place to sit by yourself, don't be restrained." Song Ya let Shakira go to the sofa, and walked to the mixer by herself.

Damon Dash, Biggs, Matthew Norris and other attendants they don't know. The control room is full of related and irrelevant people. Bickering and booing with each other, it was chaotic but also lively.

Song Ya supported the mixer with both hands and watched all this silently. No one dared to be so unruly when she was recording songs on A+ records, but... not bad, don't feel like re-experiencing the old days now.

"Let's get started." He said to the tuner when he saw everything in the recording studio was ready through the glass.

"OK, ready..." the tuner pressed the speaker and said into the microphone.

"Give it to me I'm worth it..."

Beyoncé and Emily sang along with the melody. The processing and weight distribution of the lyrics of the group members were different from the original song. Song Ya didn't rush to adjust, and listened silently while rubbing her chin.

"Okay, I tell her bring it back like she left some..."

Jazzy's rap part is a bit more dragging than the original singer, but it's not bad, he should be stronger than the original singer.

"OK, the problem is mainly at the end of the word, you, do these rhymes...Jazzy, the second paragraph of your wid it should be playful, change the key, sing like this..."

After listening to the song, Song Ya pressed the communicator, officially started working and demonstrated in person. No one would challenge herself in the recording studio, including Jazzy, obediently modifying as required.

Shakira handed over a glass of cocktail.

"You drink it, I won't drink it."

The body has not recovered to the perfect state of twenty knives, Song Ya will definitely not drink alcohol for the time being.

Shakira then went back to the sofa and chatted with other idle people. They were all young musicians of the same age, and they quickly became acquainted.

Song Ya's ears also automatically filtered these noises.

"Fine, let's go through it again."

"Do it again, this time little Beyoncé, you..."

"Emily, why does it make me feel weird every time it's your turn?"

"Come on and sing!"

This is a saliva song that blends pop styles. The singers are very savvy. Beyoncé and the others should have practiced for a long time after getting the song. After more than an hour of intensive adjustment by Song Ya, the effect is already very satisfactory. Most of the time later was spent training Emily, who was relatively lagging behind.

"take a break?"

Linda saw that little Emily's mouth curled up, she was about to cry, so she came over to make a rescue, "The person you want to interview has arrived."

"OK."

Song Ya glared at little Emily and agreed.

Linda took a fancy to and accompanied the En Vogue group through the entire first half of the 1990s. It is difficult to find mistakes even in the New York music circle. Song Ya is more satisfied that the other party does not hang out on the streets. He is a middle-aged black man with a traditional style.

Fangfang is naturally more willing to be the executive vice president and music director of APLUS's record label. When he came to seek a job this time, he also brought Song Ya's "old friend", retired former colleague, Atlantic Records executive Steve Wen helped to add a guarantee.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Steven looked at Song Ya and praised again and again, "Remember when you went to Atlantic Records for an interview in APLUS in 1990? If we signed you Hoho at that time, I don't know what it would be like now. It has been more than seven years in a flash. ..."

Wasn't it you who picked my nose and eyes at me? Song Ya still remembered that the old man disliked himself as a mixed race, "Yeah, it's been seven years for Steven."

"The first time I saw you, I vaguely knew that you would have today, APLUS." The old man said again.

"Ha ha……"

Song Ya smiled and reached out to the future executive vice president and music director of Metropolitan Records, "This position is yours now, you can move into this office, and I won't stay here most of the time. Of course, I I don't like to be hidden...you are only responsible for most of the daily affairs, and all major decisions must be signed and approved by me, and these will be written in detail in the contract."

"No problem, thank you, Mr. APLUS." The other party quickly assured.

"You know how to deal with street rappers like Jazzy?" Song Ya asked.

"Of course, he has some prestige in New York, and Jazzy respects him a lot." Steven chimed in.

"OK, then I'm fine."

Three times, five times and two times to get the manager, Song Ya went back to work. At noon, Jazzy had already prepared the party, and some guests, such as NAS, Foxy Brown and other New York singers, arrived one after another.

"Why are you talking about Beef with Lilkin recently?"

Song Ya asked Foxy Brown with a small disposable plate, "I remember you two are not classmates? We used to have a good relationship."

"That bitch..."

Foxy Brown is still the old school of street girls, she opened her mouth to curse, and said a lot of bad things about Lil King.

"Diddy now needs the help and endorsement of Biggie's widow, Faith Evans, so Lil King has been kicked out of Bad Boys Records..."

NAS Fuer explained that Puff Daddy used Faith Evans whether it was his new solo album or the commemorative album for Biggie who died in Los Angeles. He also needed Faith Evans to win over Biggie's fans, so as Biggie Lil Kim, the former member of Biggie's group ;..A.'s fate will not be better, and has already signed to another New York label.

So now the stable alliance that dominates New York formed by Puff Daddy, Jazzy, NAS, etc., in addition to local competitors like DISS like B-GOD and Wu-Tang Gang, also needs to suppress Lil King to please Fez Evans.

And it is inconvenient for a group of male chauvinist male singers to directly compete with Lil Kim. As a female rap singer who also has a platinum record, this important task naturally falls on Foxy Brown.

Apart from the confrontation, Foxy Brown himself should have no deep hatred with Lilkin, and he is a bit suspected of being used as a gunman.

Song Ya observed Foxy Brown, who was triumphantly swearing, and seemed to enjoy it because he had the upper hand over his former girlfriends. He curled his lips and didn't say anything.

"APLUS, something... is it convenient now?"

Damon Dash came over and offered to speak alone.

"bring it on."

Song Ya readily led him into the CEO's office.

"It's still about wine. Did you know that A+ Wine gave Seagram all its long-term marketing contracts?" Damon Dash asked.

"I know, I haven't asked about it yet." Song Ya replied lightly.

"Hey, APLUS, I warned you a long time ago, those old-fashioned people from Seagram can't handle this business at all!"

Damon Dash immediately complained loudly. He did have the foresight in this matter. "Our Gray Goose vodka is now just a high-end product that appears on the liquor shelf in the supermarket. It's not cool at all!"

"The production in Huaguo is getting higher and higher, and the high-quality line can't go on."

Song Ya smiled. He hasn't seen Riser, who manages the A+ wine industry, and the two veterans dug from Seagram, but after waking up, he can generally grasp the business situation. "After all, the style is still not as good as the French."

Continuing to fight with the competitor's three-color vodka, it is estimated that they will still lose in the end, so they simply sell the goods directly. Song Ya thinks that this decision by Riser and others is not wrong. Signed to Seagram, or a super long-term contract.

"No, no, you're wrong, I don't think we can't do it." Damon Dash shook his head, "At least not in New York, it's still too late, you make me responsible, I can do it."

Song Yacai didn't want to be taught by him, although it was his idea to enter the wine business at the beginning, "Don't worry about this anymore Dame, I will deal with the A+ wine business later, wait for the news."

"But we negotiated before, I'm in charge of the New York market." Damon Dash was not smart at all in this matter, and continued to chatter.

"Then they have already signed all of them to Seagram, what can I do? I was unconscious at the time! I am not a god!"

Annoyed to death, Song Ya waved her hands impatiently, "Okay, okay, go out, Dame, I don't want to talk about these trivial things today."

"It's a small thing for you, but it's not for me!"

Damon Dash got up angrily and left.

"What happened to him?" Shakira came in and asked.

"who cares."

I have such a big business, and I always take into account the emotions of these people. Don't think about doing anything else every day. Song Ya pulled the Latin girl into her arms, "Wow, your mouth is full of alcohol, have you drunk a lot?"

"Well……"

"OK, it's almost ready, keep the master tape well."

In the afternoon, Song Ya pushed the door out of the recording studio, only to find that there were more people in the Metropolitan Records, and almost all the top figures in the New York hip-hop circle with better relationships had arrived. The focus and central figure of the audience was definitely Puff Daddy. Sitting on the sofa outside with a big face, followed by bodyguards scattered all over the party to guard.

"If he wants to get our support, he must first prove to me that he is Su Ge Knight's enemy, OK? I want to see action, otherwise I will not praise him."

After experiencing life and death with Biggie, becoming a billionaire and releasing a big-selling solo album, Bragging Daddy’s aura is countless times stronger than when he was pressed to the ground by the silencer back then. Bend over, the black man with the humble appearance of the little manager said, "Don't try to take my resources for nothing."

"Yo."

According to the rumors that Linda heard, it was said that Puff Daddy and the Cripples had issued a "Killing Order" to the gunman who killed Biggie and Su Ge Knight. So it really happened? It's getting a bit...

Look at the amount of 2.58 million pulled now, why didn't he get beaten to death by Sinaloa? Song Ya greeted him with a slander in her heart.

"Ha, APLUS, how are you doing?"

The two embraced affectionately.

"Okay, let's talk?"

"OK."

The two bumped fists and greeted the people in the party all the way, and walked into the president's office.

Song Ya had a very good attitude towards those who might take over the shares of the Inner City Broadcasting Company, straight to the point, and briefly talked about the transfer of some of the shares in his hand during a separate meeting in the office.

"So this is a business worth more than ten million yuan?"

Diddy had previously been involved with Quincy Jones, Russell Simmons, and LL Cool J. "Any other buyers besides me?" he asked.

"You should be able to guess who, the circle of black people who can take these shares is very small."

They are all smart people, and Song Ya is too lazy to play hypocritically, "I have notified you, you can compete, then first come first served, you can also cooperate, but don't make things too complicated, anyway, in April ... No, I'm going to finish it by March."

It depends on Puff Daddy's own heart. If he wants to continue to expand his influence in the black elite circle, then buying these shares will play a decisive role in consolidating his status as the king of New York. Song Ya knows that in a sense he is following Steadfast on your own path to success, but don't really care, as long as you can afford it.

Thousands of thousands are big business to the billionaire Puff Daddy, but just a drizzle to the billionaire himself.

Puff Daddy thought about it for a while before he figured it out, "Haha! No problem!" He laughed and stretched out his hand, "Ask your people to give me the quotation, I'll go back and find someone to study it, and I'll give you an answer soon."

"OK, that's settled."

"That's a deal."

The two shook hands wrist-style, embraced again, and pounded each other's vests.

"By the way, APLUS, don't you plan to join the pop music circle in the future? Classical symphony ah? The song before you were shot is really stylish, Baba Yetu Yetu..."

The two walked out of the office, and Puff Daddy sang Baba Yetu casually in a good mood, "I will vote for that song at this year's Grammy Awards, maybe you can do me a favor, we have no conflict .”

He should refer to his award-winning album No Way Out and single I'll Be Missing You, which are mourning for Biggie. Song Ya heard Linda say that he is sure to win the award.

"I'm not going to the awards. The Grammys don't like me, and I don't like them."

Song Ya replied frankly: "Of course I will let Linda help you."

"Okay, as long as you have this sentence."

Puff Daddy suddenly noticed that everyone outside was holding wine glasses, standing still and listening to the music quietly, "Hey, what's the matter?" he asked the attendant.

The attendant didn't speak, and pointed at Song Ya.

The one-minute long prelude ended, and Song Ya's fast-talking rap came out from the party speakers, "This is the return of the king of APLUS, Get UP!" Never mind! Wake up now, go to the next road, it's more realistic than looking for resonance on the Internet, go to a second-hand store, I will walk with pride and humility...'

"Is this your new song?" Puff Daddy whispered.

"Yes, Can't Hold US, the first single of the three albums, is a bit rushed. It's not the final version yet. It will be released on radio stations first to create momentum. I will release a new album this year."

Song Ya replied.

When the deep bass of the singer who sang the chorus sounded, people should realize that this is a great song and turn their attention to themselves. The party crowd began to cheer loudly, twisting their bodies to follow the strong melody, Beyoncé, etc. The girl also looked over with star eyes.

"The lyrics are very suitable for the occasion." Puff Daddy concealed the mixed negative emotions, squeezed out a smile and complimented, "The style reminds me of a second-hand store, is that the first song you created, right? This echo is very cool."

The kings of the east and west coasts died, but the king of the Midwest came back from the dead...

he thought.

"Of course, it's kind of weird to commemorate this, but today is the one-year anniversary of me being shot."

Song Ya smiled and took the wine glass handed by Shakira, and hugged her very relaxedly to listen together.

‘My city is my back, if I get knocked down, they catch me, and I learn [fo] lessons to come back. '

'Can I go back? It's now! It is tonight, we will fight until the last moment! '

'So let's throw our hands up and shake, not even the ceiling can stop us! '

At the end of the song, Song Ya raised the wine glass high, "To the whole world!" He shouted: "I'm back! I'm back!"

"YEAH! Lord!"

"YES!"

The party atmosphere was instantly ignited, and people cheered wildly like wild animals.

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