Chapter 1224 Symphony Center

"50 million to buy a title? Hehe."

On August 8th, in Highland Park, Song Ya sat in the mirror while complaining, preparing for the opening ceremony of the Bronfman Symphony Center today, slightly sour.

The tailor laughed, adjusted his satin girdle, and helped put on the gown.

"Very good, great." Shakira commented in a long dress.

"Let's go, it's getting late."

Song Ya smoothed the pocket square, then raised her elbows gentlemanly for her to put it on.

The two went to the lobby. Temporary assistant Melissa, manager Hayden, A+ Records President Linda, Litman Media CEO Ms. Sloan, Old Mike and others were all watching TV intently. A street in the CUU news screen Thick smoke was billowing, and the reporter worriedly broadcast the number of casualties, "The latest information we have is that at least a dozen Americans and hundreds of locals have died, and thousands of others have been injured..."

Car bombs were attacked near the US embassies in Tanzania and Kenya yesterday. The scene was very tragic. The terrorists played a big game again this time. Most of the dead were innocent local citizens.

"The governor of Arkansas has postponed the hearing of the Lewinsky case to the 17th. Today, various places in the country are also strengthening precautions. Governor Peter Flock also canceled the plan to participate in the ceremony, but he will send people to strengthen the security near the symphony center."

Sloan said.

"Who did it?" Regretfully, Song Ya asked at first that he wanted to say that today he could still watch a show where the Grand Commander Congress testified.

"It has been claimed by a terrorist organization in the Middle East, but it has not been confirmed yet."

"Let's go, go and come back quickly." Hayden suggested.

My heart is deep, today is the show of the Bronfman family, I just can't refuse the kind invitation from the Chicago classical music circle and Barenboy, I just have to show my face to complete the task, and I don't want to stay for a second longer.

"Um."

As soon as he said he would leave, Song Ya stepped up and went out with a group of people to get in the car.

Although there have been sporadic terrorist attacks in the 1990s, such as the bombing of the World Trade Center in 1993, this terrorist incident in Africa still caused a great shock to the United States. Two embassies were attacked at the same time. There was an uproar, and even the raging Lewinsky case could be temporarily put aside.

"The Governor is showing off again," Sloan complained while listening to Peter Flock's public speech on the car radio.

At such times, Peter, who was born as a prosecutor and whose main political opinion is to crack down on violence, will always gain a wave of support. He is telling the public to go out less and go to public places with many people as much as possible. The main government in Chicago Police forces with live ammunition have been deployed near institutions, public facilities and skyscrapers.

But Africa is too far away after all, and there are still many pedestrians on the streets, most of whom don't take it seriously.

Compared with Washington and New York, Middle Eastern people are generally not interested in Chicago. There are enough local shootings, and the threat is obviously greater. Therefore, it is more practical to go to neighborhoods with poor security. Downtown areas such as Michigan Avenue are still very safe. of.

"Daniel..." Hayden, who was in charge of the mobile phone, reported.

"call!"

It came again and again, Song Ya exhaled helplessly, took the phone, "Hey, Daniel."

"Done! We've taken Cold Mountain!"

As soon as I heard Daniel's excited tone, I knew it was over, "Grove Publishing has chosen us APLUS!"

"They made some other conditions..." Yeremov interrupted beside him.

"Let's go to Chicago right now, and try to sign it today!" Daniel didn't repeat himself this time, and hung up without saying a word.

Soon Xue Linfen called again, "Let's fly over here, okay?" She asked. I can be a producer again, and it is an adaptation of a much-anticipated bestseller, so I am naturally happy, "There is still a touchstone person, the author of the original book, Charles Fraser..."

"Fine."

Seeing that the old Mike drove the car outside the original Chicago Symphony Center, "We'll see each other then."

"Well! Thank you Hadaring!"

The phone was returned to Hayden, and after the old Mike confirmed that it was safe, Song Ya got out of the car, walked quickly into the rejuvenated red door with Shakira in her arms.

The facade of this 1904 Georgian-style old building has been repaired and modernized, and there are no major changes in general, except that the old-fashioned glass windows have been replaced with styles commonly used in new skyscrapers, which glow beautifully in the sun. Blue, the words "Original Chicago Symphony Center" on the top of the door are covered by the ribbon prepared for the ribbon-cutting and unveiling later, and the shape of the Bronfman family should be underneath.

Song Ya looked up, and with her mouth pursed, she passed through the security lines set up by a large number of police officers. It was not good to be on the side of the main road with cars coming and going.

"Wow……"

Inside, the shotgun has been changed, with a newly renovated public colonnade combining classic and modern, and the new open space hall full of art is eight stories high, with an excellent sense of design and beautiful.

"I heard that you can win many architectural awards." Linda followed behind and explained.

It's really good, even the air conditioner is much stronger than before, the ceremony has not started yet, and people in costumes are waiting in the hall, "Mr. Mayor, Madam Mayor."

Song Ya saw Chicago Mayor Daly Jr. at a glance, and led Shakira over to say hello.

"We all know what happened in Africa yesterday, so today's ribbon-cutting ceremony will take a little less time." Little Daly shook hands with him.

That's a good relationship, and it's more convenient to slip away. Anyway, it's nothing to do with me, Song Ya thought.

Daly Jr. is discussing security work with the sheriff of a nearby police station. It is inconvenient to interrupt after exchanging pleasantries. Bronfman Jr. should not have arrived yet. There are many senior executives of Seagram Liquor Industry and his two younger sisters in the lobby. The two women were enthusiastically introducing a leader of some religion they had brought to others, and Song Ya walked around quietly.

Of course, he can't keep a low profile. There are many acquaintances in the hall, and those who don't know will pay attention and communicate actively. Vice President and old Bahn, politicians, such as the Michels.

Donkey Party Whip Underwood and his wife and other federal politicians did not come. In Washington, the backstage game that was supposed to testify for the President Monica Lewinsky case was busy.

Speaking of Old Bahn, he rehearsed Babayetu with his fellow believers after he was shot unconscious, and I heard that he often performed on various religious occasions without even a word of thanks...

"Haha, young man!"

Dow's vice president maintained his usual enthusiasm, "God bless! It's great that you are safe and sound."

"Yes, thank God."

Song Ya took the champagne glass he handed over, and then introduced Shakira, Linda, Sloan, Hayden, Melissa and others, and then greeted his various friends.

While chatting, I met the old Bahn who was not far away. The old man raised his wine glass and gave him a smile.

"Hi... APLUS, Shakira."

As soon as she heard the timid voice behind her, she knew that Rashida had appeared again. Song Ya turned around. This time she came with Quincy Jones, holding her father's arm obediently. On the other side of Quincy Jones The arm was held by his lover Natasha Kinski.

Both women are dressed in the style of ladies, evening wear, handbags and jewelry, and the scenery is pleasant.

Cough cough, speaking of these two...

"Hello, Rashida, Quincy, Ms. Kinski." Song Ya shook her head to shake off some memories, and socialized with the three.

"It's so beautiful. For decades, I have seen it decay day by day. Thanks to Mr. Bronfman Jr., his generosity has paved the way for this sacred music hall in Chicago to survive the next century."

Quincy Jones still hated it, and deliberately sang praises to Bronfman Jr. in front of him, and consistently relied on the old to sell the old, "APLUS, will you give a performance to the big boss at the banquet later?"

"I haven't heard of such an arrangement."

Song Ya didn't give him a good face either.

As soon as Rashida met, she kept her eyes on herself infatuatedly, and turned a blind eye to Shakira beside her. Natasha Kinski smiled with crooked eyebrows, and her eyes seemed to imply It has a different meaning.

Shakira was still relatively jerky to deal with this kind of scene, so she stood beside her quietly and smiled.

"Ha! Here comes the Governor's wife."

Quincy Jones sneered, and turned to greet Alicia who had just walked in. She was holding two children, and she was not dressed very specially, and she was still wearing a professional suit for work.

"Mr. Jones, are these your two daughters?" Alicia really admitted her mistake, making Natasha Kinski laugh out loud.

"APLUS, Sloan...Hi, Shakira."

Yesterday, I went to her law firm with Sloan to talk about things. Hey, the three of them had a tacit understanding, pretending to be polite in front of outsiders, and communicating as usual, "I just met Mr. Barenboy, and he is looking for you." Alicia explain.

"Oh? Then I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

With so many acquaintances chatting face to face, Song Ya was under a lot of pressure and just took the opportunity to leave alone.

Coincidentally, when he was looking for Barenboy, Bronfman Jr. and his group came in mightily, and bumped into each other face to face. No matter how much they hated the rich three generations, Song Ya still politely treated him and Universal Music around him. President Doug Morris and David Geffen squeezed out a smile and offered their hands.

"Ha, APLUS, you're here too."

There is nothing to say about the demeanor and upbringing of the rich three generations. Little Bronfman greeted him naturally.

"Hello, Mr. Bronfman..."

The two shook hands, and they broke up as soon as they touched the edge.

"Mr. Morris, Mr. Geffen."

David Geffen should not want to chat with himself on this occasion and shake hands normally.

"Thank you, thank you, I only did what I should do, thank you Mayor Daly, long time no see."

Others in the hall began to applaud when they saw Bronfman Jr., from sporadic to louder and louder. He humbly thanked him repeatedly, and then passed by Song Ya Songya to greet Little Daly and others up.

Calculating the running accounts mechanically to deal with errands, Song Ya found Barenboy, and just chatted, "Then the ribbon-cutting ceremony will begin." The manager of the symphony center announced on time.

"Don't go, I have something to talk to you about." Barenboy hurriedly left and followed the crowd.

"Uh, I..."

Song Ya didn't have time to shirk, so she had to find Shakira and follow her.

Although I also donated some money, but in front of Bronfman's 50 million dollars, today is destined to be a small supporting role. Because the gate is too close to the roadside, the police outside have temporarily blocked the passing of vehicles. The red ribbon of the reporter was pulled up horizontally, and the reporters' long guns and short cannons were also in place.

"The Symphony Center is the pride of Chicago..."

Little Daly took out his script and gave a speech. He, Alicia, and the Bronfman brothers and sisters were in the middle, surrounded by David Geffen, Barenboy and others. position, pulling Shakira to stand still.

"The following are our generous benefactors, the Bronfman family!"

Little Daly quickly announced and applauded, and Song Ya and others also applauded.

"Thank you, music is my eternal hobby..."

Bronfman Jr. started an impromptu speech, which should have been shortened due to security issues. "The Symphony Center is the base of the Chicago Orchestra and the Chicago Civic Orchestra. I love this place very much. It is a great honor to contribute to this century-old building..."

He finished speaking quickly, and then he, his two younger sisters, Daly Jr., and the manager of the Symphony Center picked up the scissors on the tray and cut the ribbon in front of them.

Song Ya kept smiling in front of the camera, and continued to applaud enthusiastically with the crowd. Rashida left her father at some point and stood on the other side of her, greeting the camera and discharging.

Little Daly pointed to the back door again, and everyone turned around and looked up. The silk ribbon above fell in time, revealing a row of golden letters of "Bronfman Symphony Center".

Song Ya started to take sour water quietly again, but she still had to clap her hands.

It's torture, and it's even more uncomfortable when he thinks about the market value of Littman Media. If it wasn't for the face of the Chicago classical music industry and Barenboy, and there is really no good reason to shirk in Chicago, he would definitely not Will come, the relationship is broken.

Finally, the simple but grand ceremony is over, and it should be time for the manager of the symphony center to guide everyone to visit. He is too lazy to go in and flatter everyone. Barenboy doesn’t care what business he wants to talk about, and pulls Shakira out of the group I went to the new backstage rehearsal room of the Symphony Center for a quick circle, and then came out to find Hayden Linda and the others. I was going to let them stay to help explain and communicate on my behalf. I and Shakira slipped away first.

"Seagram Global Group is doing its best to fight against piracy, especially Internet piracy. This is related to the interests of everyone present. We musicians..."

Unexpectedly, Little Bronfman was giving a speech. Hearing this sentence, he would run away even more, and when the rich third generation said this, his eyes drifted over. Song Ya was afraid that he couldn't help but refute on the spot. It's an occasion where musicians are participating, and it's too shameless to argue with the biggest donor.

Quietly retreated behind the crowd, slipped into the Chebingol Building next door through the newly built internal passage, and left from there in a low-key manner.

"So boring M-FXXK."

Sure enough, go and come back quickly, there is not even ash on the girdle, Song Ya tore it off casually, and saw the figure of the rich third generation appearing on TV again, but it was not news about cutting the ribbon for the naming of the Symphony Center, so it was not so fast .

Seagram Global Group sold a large number of former Universal and Polygram TV stations such as its Science Fiction Channel and Latin TV Network, as well as Beimi TV production and distribution resources, and some film distribution resources to IAC Group, with a transaction amount of about 2.6 billion Knife, the chairman of the board of directors of the two companies, Barry Diller and Bronfman Jr., have been friends for many years... Both sides praised this deal that each gets what it needs. '

It should have been yesterday that Bronfman Jr. had another big sale. It seems that the business is doing well. Song Ya doesn’t know the details, but the financial media are unanimously optimistic. It's much better to say sarcastic remarks on the Internet.

"M-FXXK..."

Originally, I just found out some news that Seagram Global's cash flow was tight after completing the acquisition of PolyGram. Now that the 2.6 billion is in place, it will definitely be no problem at all.

"The capital is really rich, just take out anything and sell it for 2.6 billion..."

Originally, it was rumored that the distribution department of Polygram Films was only sold for more than 100 million yuan. Now that it has lost key resources such as channels after the sale of Universal TV Network, the remaining TV department has become a total of 2.6 billion yuan. No matter how you think about it, it is not too much deficit.

In the evening, Fu Sandai appeared on TV again, this time it was the news about naming the Symphony Center.

In front of the TV camera, he cut the ribbon vigorously, while he stood applauding in the distance, turned his head to look at the falling red ribbon, and looked like a minion under the big characters of the golden Bronfman Symphony Center...

"APLUS? Where are you?"

Teacher, should it count? Barenboy finally remembered him, and called to urge him, "Why did you run away from such an important occasion in the afternoon? I have something to tell you."

"Can't we talk on the phone?" Song Ya asked.

"Let's talk face to face. Tonight, I have a salon at home. Everyone is here. Come." Barenboy invited.

"Is Bronfman Jr. here?"

"He...should come around for a while, don't worry, I know you guys are a little...in short, it shouldn't be easy to meet."

Barenboy also knew that the two were fighting against each other, so he persuaded him.

"well!"

Then it will definitely happen, Murphy's Law, "Must we say it today?"

"Well, I need your help with something, just today, come on, how about we go over?"

"Forget it, don't, let me go to your place."

He was too lazy to change into the cumbersome dress, so he put on a Gucci suit and called Shakira.

"But aren't you waiting for Yeremov and Daniel?" Shakira asked back. He was also preparing a small dinner for Daniel, Touchstone Films and others.

"Go and come back."

"I'm too lazy to run away, and I still have to take care of little Arianne, so go by yourself."

"OK."

Song Ya rushed to Barenboy's house. Once there, except for politicians such as Mayor Daly Jr. and the Michelle couple, local celebrities such as the vice president of Dow, and Barn Sr., the old faces of the music circle during the day were basically there. There are many classical music masters, Quincy Jones Rashida, etc., plus Alicia and Sloan who followed.

I didn't see Bronfman Jr., David Geffen, Doug Morris, and others were all there, "It's all here." Song Ya, them, Quincy Jones, and others were all led into the study by Barenboy.

"It's like this, I have something hard to say..."

Barenboy did have something to ask everyone, but this time he must have been really pissed off. He excitedly said to the room full of bigwigs in the classical and pop music circles: "The British made a movie about my ex-wife Du Pré. , called 'She's Lonelier Than Fireworks', it's based on a biography co-authored by Dupree's sister and brother last year... That biography is completely untrue, and many parts about me and my ex-wife are full of fabrications! I can't Put up with that movie coming out and me doing nothing..."

There are many rumors about the past between him and his ex-wife Du Pree, but it has already been turned over. Du Pree has passed away for more than ten years. Song Ya has no idea what kind of autobiography there is. Looking at other people, except Quincy who is as confused as herself Jones, it seems, has heard of it all, and no one is surprised.

"You already know the specific plot of the film adaptation?" a classical music guru asked.

"I don't know yet, but it will be screened at the Venice Film Festival on the 5th of next month, and it will go for awards." Barenboy replied.

"Don't count on the British, they don't like Barenboy, everyone knows that," David Geffen said.

Dupree is a British national treasure cellist. He once asked her husband Barenboy at the time: 'When I stop playing the cello, will you still love me? '

He replied: "If you don't play the piano, then it's not you."

Later, Du Pré suffered from multiple sclerosis and could no longer play the cello, and Barenboy did leave her, and in the last days of her illness-torn life, she and her now wife started another family.

Because of this, the British and the British classical music circle hated him to the core. When making Du Pré's autobiographical movie, he will most likely be the villain.

Song Ya understood the reason for his impatience.

"Which British film company did it?" David Geffen asked.

"Channel Four Movies," Barenboy replied.

"Then I can't influence it. The TV station led the filming, and it's only one month away from the Venice Film Festival...it's too late."

David Geffen didn't seem to want to get too involved. He shrugged and said he couldn't help: "You should have said hello to us earlier."

"All of us can help you speak up after the film is released, collectively, to clarify. If the British take it too far..." Doug Morris said.

"Yeah, everyone will participate in the boycott."

"That autobiography also touches on something after Du Pré...we'll be watching anyway."

"We will issue a joint statement at that time."

"Can."

Everyone expressed their opinions one after another, and Song Ya and Quincy Jones followed suit.

"Thank you anyway, thank you."

Barenboy shook hands and thanked each one.

That's it? I thought it was something serious, maybe it was more important to him, so I took a look at that book when I had time, and after the small meeting, Song Ya turned her mind to go out with Daliu.

"Hehe, this year Usher may reach the top in one step and win the artist of the year. 1998 was his perfect year."

Quincy Jones took advantage of the opportunity to walk side by side and began to tease again, "Seriously, your strategy of postponing the release of APLUS is very unwise. You obviously suppressed his momentum after the release of Can'tHoldUs single, but you didn't push yourself. You should know that his music line overlaps with yours, and he can sing and dance, his singing and dancing skills are better, and he is more popular among millennials."

Arch fire, right? Why? Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, Song Ya saw the figure of Bronfman appearing in the hall, with a straight face, too lazy to care about the old things around him, "Sorry, I have something to go back now."

Originally wanted to chat with David Geffen, and even Doug Morris...but the two were still behind, and now they don't know where to hide.

But it's a pity, 'Ding Ding Ding! ’ The manager of the symphony center knocked on his wine glass, "Everyone, everyone, please Mr. Bronfman to give us a speech!" He announced loudly after attracting the attention of the distinguished guests.

Coincidentally, the governor also came to meet his wife, and was chatting with Sloan, when Peter saw him, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

Really can't go, Song Ya bit the bullet and went over, stood next to the governor and his wife, and the four of them looked at the little Bronfman who walked into the center of the hall together.

Song Ya greeted in a low voice: "Are you busy today? Mr. Governor."

"Yeah, I just switched shifts with Little Daly."

Peter smiled bitterly: "Damn terrorists, I even suspect that there is a certain country behind them, such as Iraq."

"Hi..." Rashida floated over like a ghost again.

Quincy Jones had nothing to do with the baby girl except to join Natasha Kinski.

Littman, who had gradually entered the Chicago social circle, somehow received the invitation and raised his glass from afar.

Song Ya had no choice but to return the gift.

"ladies and gentlemen……"

Bronfman Jr. opened his mouth, and everyone tacitly formed a half circle around him, listening quietly.

"It's a great honor to be invited by Mr. Barenboy to meet you here. I respect you very much, Mr. Barenboy. You are the greatest pianist, conductor and orchestra director in the world..."

Bronfman Jr. first complimented the host, and then said lyrically: "My family and I have a relationship with Chicago for nearly a hundred years..."

A little embarrassing to bring up the era of Prohibition, right? The smuggler family, good friends of the Chicago Mafia, you have finally cleared your name...

Song Ya complained silently in her heart.

At this time, there was an untimely noise from the entrance of the hall, and little Bronfman shut up a little displeased.

Song Ya and other guests also followed the sound and looked over. It turned out that Daniel and others found this place. He and Yeremov, the senior executive of Touchstone Films, and Charles Fraser, the author of the original cold mountain, are more eye-catching. Yingying Yanyan, Xue Linfen, Halle Berry, Mira are all here, and the double actress Jodie Foster?

The group seemed to be still immersed in the joy of winning Cold Mountain, chatting and laughing, and they were all celebrities, big and small, especially the well-known Jodie Foster, and the younger and naive guests began to commotion.

Well, the forest has a meeting... Song Ya touched her chin and covered her face.

Fortunately, Daniel and the others quickly read the dissatisfied atmosphere in the hall, stopped talking immediately, bent slightly, and shrank back to the outer circle of the crowd in a low-key manner, and were not busy coming over to say hello for the time being.

"Hey, me and my family..."

Bronfman Jr. also recognized this group of people and continued to review the glorious family history: "My father, I am sorry that he is not in Chicago today because of his illness. In the 1970s and 1980s, he fought hard with the authorities and finally contributed to A large number of oppressed Jews successfully immigrated to the United States, and some of them also arrived in Chicago..."

"yeah!"

Some people in the crowd responded, including David Geffen and other Jewish people applauding and toasting him reverently.

Song Ya could only applaud, and so did Peter and others.

"Thank you, thank you..." Little Bronfman lowered his hands and waited until the long applause ended, "I'm a black sheep." He pressed his chest and smiled, "I like the entertainment industry more than my grandfather and father." , I am also willing to invest in music..."

Another applause.

"The Chicago Symphony Center is a theater with a very illustrious history, and it is an honor to help keep it going after nearly a century..."

Song Ya became more and more impatient after hearing the long talk, and walked back slowly silently, wanting to say hello to Daniel, Xue Linfen and the others and slip away again.

"Now, the recording industry has reached a very critical moment of life and death. More and more piracy, especially the emerging online piracy, has caused great harm to our career!"

Bronfman Jr. suddenly turned sharper, and repeated the same old tune, "We have no way to retreat! This is not a threat! The Internet industry still wants to use the law to steal our music, us... everyone here is here to live Career! I will never allow it! I feel that I must shoulder my responsibility, the responsibility of the Bronfman family and Seagram Global Group!"

He appealed loudly: "I reiterate my point of view. The so-called OSP, no matter Internet access provider, online, content provider or individual user, should be liable for infringement. Now there is a point of view that OSP is only responsible for information circulation. The role of "channel"... This is a seriously wrong sophistry! The Internet service provided by OSP is enough to facilitate the infringer, greatly speeding up the speed of copyright infringement and increasing the extent of the infringement. This is an indisputable fact. From the standpoint of our copyright owner Looking at it, I know that many of the present are copyright owners. Those who reproduce or distribute the content of our works on the Internet without our consent or authorization should bear the direct infringement liability. OSP provides equipment and services for infringers to commit crimes , and can't stay out of it!"

"Especially African-American musicians, Quincy, I know that there are a large number of African-American artists in this industry, and they are also the group that suffers most from copyright infringement and the least able to use legal weapons to protect themselves, right?"

"yeah!"

Quincy Jones, who was pointed at by him, echoed loudly, applauded, and then looked back this way.

This damn old guy actually understood the implication of Fu Sandai, Song Ya made a silent note in his heart, moved faster, and almost slipped to Xue Linfen's side.

"For example, here is a person who is in charge of the Internet industry..."

Sure enough, Bronfman Jr. said.

Song Ya thought that Fu Sandai was implying Litman Media CEO Sloan, and gave her a helpless look when she looked back.

"APLUS!"

Unexpectedly, Bronfman called the name directly without giving any room, "Do you agree with my opinion just now? APLUS..."

Scratching... Everyone turned to look at themselves, with countless gazes.

"Is the conflict already this serious?" Peter asked his wife in a low voice after giving Bronfman a strange look.

"Who knows...it's inexplicable." Alicia's annoyed answer was of course aimed at the third generation of the rich.

"Hey, this kid needs to be treated well..." Quincy Jones said to Natasha Kinski.

"It's not that serious, is it?" Natasha Kinski asked out of the situation.

Mira, Harley, and Xuelin Fen were holding hands. The three of them were chatting quietly about Leng Shan just now. They didn't notice what little Bronfman said at all. They were surprised by the sudden stiff atmosphere and cared. Eyes turned to the man.

Song Ya took a deep breath and shrugged her shoulders.

"Or not?" Little Bronfman asked with a smile. In fact, he had been distracted to pay attention to Song Ya's movements after his speech. The men and women who broke in and interrupted his speech were all friends of the other party, and some of them were eating inside and outside. Daniel Glass, the former chairman of the Copyright Dispute Committee, came up in a rage.

The guest next to him moved back half a body, forming a small circle around Song Ya.

The target of public criticism.

Song Ya could only shake her head, pouted her lips, and said nothing.

"Why don't you come up and talk to everyone! APLUS, come up and talk about your views! Come on! Comeon! You are not a shy person!?"

Fu Sandai waved back and invited him loudly.

"Today is your show, Mr. Bronfman. We are very grateful for everything you have done for the Symphony Center and Chicago Classical Music." Song Ya replied with a smile and waved her hands.

"Hurry up! Let's talk frankly, there is plenty of time, come on!"

"I can..." Sloane began.

"No! APLUS, don't do this, don't let women be your shield!" Little Bronfman let go completely, sarcastically.

David Geffen and Doug Morris were afraid that he would find out that they were with Song Ya just now, so they deliberately avoided going around, "It won't end badly, right?" Doug Morris asked worriedly.

"Anyway, that's the way it is."

David Geffen was nailed in place, and Song Yanu's mouth heaved and heaved and tried his best to restrain his mouth. He understood Song Ya's temper.

"OK, OK..."

Song Ya suddenly smiled, "Then I will..."

"Yes! Come on, let's talk a little more!" Little Bronfman gave up his seat.

"call!"

Song Ya walked over, and the eyes of the two of them split as if they were shaking hands just now, "I'm just a boy from the poor area of ​​Nancheng, although I do have a bit immature views..."

"Don't worry, no one here will blame you for saying the wrong thing..."

"Frieden!"

Song Ya suddenly interrupted Fu Sandai with a stern voice, his face instantly turned up, his brows were lowered, he glanced sternly, and then swept across the audience.

Everyone looked at themselves in amazement, including Lin Lin and his friends. No one could have imagined that I, who was still limp just now, would suddenly refuse to give face to the super rich, the big sponsor of the symphony center...

Little Bronfman blushed again with anger, just like the day when he spent tens of billions to acquire Polygram and formed the world's number one record empire.

Song Ya glanced slowly like this, until he met the blue-faced owner Barenboy, then gave him a sorry look, and said again, "So what about freedom? How about freedom?"

Why does it involve freedom, because he is already very familiar with Oprah, Sutton and his son's way of playing, and the fight is to stand on the moral high ground at the speed of light for the first time, and whoever is faster will be the best.

"Racial discrimination was abolished in the 1960s, only thirty years ago, and all states in the United States were fully legalized, and it was only twenty years ago, Frieden! What we African Americans should cherish most, because we were once slaves !"

Some black musicians booed and applauded.

Little Bronfman glared at them one by one.

Song Ya stuck her neck, and continued to use plosive sounds emotionally, "Just now Mr. Bronfman Jr. mentioned that OSP should be responsible for Internet infringements. Then, how can we... er, them, how do you protect the freedom of the Constitution? One Amendment!? How is OSP responsible? Banning people from speaking before the user speaks? Isn’t this a paradox? You can’t deprive Frieden of his speech if the user doesn’t infringe, and after he publishes the infringing content, Is it reasonable that the website or OSP should be responsible for it all?"

He questioned Bronfman Jr., but the other party didn’t respond. Well, he began to repeat his teacher Jim Clark: “OSP…it’s just equivalent to the highway company. If speeding and violating traffic rules on the highway, the highway company should also be sent to the defendant seat? It's ridiculous!"

Little Bronfman was extremely embarrassed. He had never been so angry in his life. He just moved out of his seat but did not step down. He stood not far away and it would be even more inappropriate to go down now, as if he was being publicly executed.

"look at this……"

Eli, chief of staff of the governor's office, quietly walked up to the lord, and handed him a copy of the latest Fujibee magazine. In the new 1998 global rich list, APLUS seemed to be ranked 111th with a net worth of 3.1 billion dollars. Eleventh place, only ten places behind the 3.4 billion Bronfman Jr.

Peter smiled and handed the magazine to his wife who was looking over it, "Wow..." Alicia's eyes lit up immediately, "It's unbelievable."

"Shh." Peter stopped her from speaking too loudly.

"ah!?"

Alicia soon seemed to be upset about something, and looked at Song Ya who was giving a generous speech, "Hmph..."

Peter wondered at her reaction.

"Do road companies have a way to control the cargo carried by vehicles on the road? No! Can OSPs have the ability to control the endless amount of information on the Internet? Neither!"

Song Ya waved his hand violently, "So holding him accountable for copyright infringement will not be able to punish and deter infringers, but will only force OSP to use high economic costs to monitor and intervene in user behavior, which is obviously uneconomical and If it is unreasonable, it will inevitably hinder the healthy development of the network platform!"

Although I didn't quite understand it, Quincy Jones was really convinced this time, and he was convinced. Song Ya's boss of the world's largest record company who was trained like a primary school student was enough to prove it.

He was just worried about his daughter, and sure enough, Rashida was standing there with tears in her eyes, her hands clasped over her heart, her cheeks flushed like a nympho.

"well!"

He aimed at Xue Linfen's three daughters again, they were all like this, each of them was prettier than his precious daughter, how could this be good...they couldn't compete...

Um? Why is the lover Natasha Kinski next to me like this?

"I know there are musicians here, and I know I'm one of them, but the whole thing is like this, as Dr. King said: In the end, what we remember is not the enemy's attack, but the My friend's silence. Internet infringement is wrong, I stand on this, and I have nothing else to say, but this is not a weapon to suppress innovation, a spear thrown at friends..."

After rereading nothing, Song Ya began to play on her own: "I respect you very much, Mr. Bronfman. I am an artist under your banner. I don't know if you consider me a friend in your heart..."

"WTF?"

Fujibi magazine was taken from Alicia by Sloan and passed on to other people on purpose. David Geffen touched his forehead in pain immediately after seeing it. I worked so hard and didn't lick anything! You kid... that's just three billion...?

It was a massacre. Doug Morris next to him glanced at the contents of the magazine, and then looked at the little Bronfman who was still frozen in place without a word coming out of his mouth. He couldn't bear to read it anymore. In this hall Not all of them belong to Universal. The Chicago Symphony Orchestra’s record release contract is signed by BMG’s RCA. Quincy Jones has a close relationship with Warner and BMG’s JIVE Records...

It's all a joke.

He thought about it, and now he could only go to Barenboy.

"My philosophy teacher Martha Nussbaum said..." Song Ya talked about the rise and continued to quote.

"Cough!" Barenboy coughed, and glared when he caught his gaze.

"Okay, I'm done talking."

I can’t finish it, forget it, according to the rap rules, I also fouled over time, “A little personal opinion, Mr. Bronfman.”

Before he walked off the 'stage', he said to Fu Sandai who was confused by Battle in rap jargon.

Sloan clapped his hands, and then there were sporadic applause in the hall. After all, except for the forest and friends, most of the people present were rational people.

Oh no, with so many watery eyes, whose side will I stand next to when I go down?

Forget it, let's go back to the Governor.

Chicago 1990