Chapter 1288 The Messy Avengers Alliance

Text Chapter 1288: The Messy Avengers

On the evening of February 24th, Song Ya and his ex-wife dressed up exquisitely and appeared in a high-end restaurant in Chicago. The two chose a seat by the window so that the paparazzi arranged outside could take so-called 'sneak photos'.

The reason why I chose this time point is that the Grammy Awards ceremony is being held in Los Angeles.

Anyway, apeshit's song was already offended when it came out, so I might as well play it a bit bigger, "aplus and Mariah Carey ignored the Grammys, and chose to go out for a romantic dinner on the night of the awards ceremony", it was very topical and it was a good opportunity to stir up heat.

Just like the last time Xiao Lizi went shopping, ate, interviewed by reporters, and uttered nonsense on the day of the Oscars last year.

After more than a month of devil training, the ex-wife lost a lot of weight. She knew that there was a paparazzi behind a certain tree outside the window, so she didn't dare to touch her hands. She thanked the waiter who led the seat gracefully, and then Sitting down beautifully, "cough..." She squeezed her throat and said, "thank you soda."

"Okay, what about Mr. Aplus?" the waiter asked.

"Same."

"Okay, here's the menu."

"Well, let's put it here, let's take a look." Song Ya sent the waiter away, and said to her who was silent and smiling while browsing the menu: "Don't be so restrained, you can't hear what we say outside, and the photos will be taken first. It was published after being selected by Hayden and the others."

"oh!"

When she heard the news, her expression became vivid instantly, and she released her feet from the high heels under the table, and kicked herself, "It's all your fault, it's okay now, we won't be able to get Grammys in the future!" thickened.

"What do you expect if you got six points and zero points? Besides, it's too late for you to regret it now."

Song Ya fought back, "Be more backbone, you, are you still arguing with me about this?"

"I'm not like you. I got nominated this year for when you believe with Whitney Houston."

"I don't have a chance to win an award this year. Let's talk about the Oscars next month. Will you and Whitney perform at the Oscars? Don't worry, I will also help with public relations."

"That's different. Even if you win the Oscar for Best Original Song, the statuette belongs to the songwriter Stephen Schwartz." She said regretfully.

"Even if I don't release apeshit this year, will you go to the Grammys? Six nominations, you have publicly criticized them for being boring before, and then watch Celine Dion sweep the awards, and then you walk away with nothing again. ?" Song Ya asked her.

"I won't go, ok? But I don't want to run out to eat at the same time and be photographed by reporters on purpose," she said.

"Okay, okay, big deal, I'll give you some drinks today, and then... you can do it yourself." Song Ya called the sommelier.

'Gudong...'

The ex-wife immediately swallowed her saliva in disappointment. During this period of time, she was really hungry and greedy. She excitedly focused on communicating with the sommelier and choosing wine.

Song Ya watched with a smile, and behind the bushes outside the restaurant, there was a constant click of the shutter.

"Are you having fun in California?"

The food and drink came up one after another. She was happy but had to take care of the appearance of the food. She forked a piece of veal steak into her mouth and chewed, then asked with a satisfied sigh.

"Play? The board of directors, the general meeting of shareholders, are all working."

Song Ya didn't change her face. In the middle of this month, she took advantage of the opportunity to go to the 3dfx headquarters in Silicon Valley for a meeting, and secretly got together with Lin Lin for a few days.

"hehe……"

The ex-wife sneered, with a look of disbelief.

However, she showed no signs of jealousy today, the atmosphere was very good, the two of them were drinking and chatting casually. At this time, Hayden came over to report the real-time situation of the Grammy Awards ceremony, "Mimi, you and Whitney Houston's When You Believe did not win the award."

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"fine,

I am mentally prepared. ’ She took a long sip of red wine.

"Patty Labelle got an R&B award," Hayden added.

"Oh?" She took out her mobile phone from Princess Diana's bag and called her godmother to congratulate her, but the awards ceremony over there should not be over yet, so she didn't get through. "What's in your hand?" she asked Hayden.

"The magazine that just arrived..."

"Show me."

"Okay. Uh, boss..."

"What's the matter? Just tell me if you have something to say." Seeing Hayden's hesitation but still being embarrassed, Song Ya knew that there was another accident.

"Jazzy scored zero on three mentions."

Hayden replied: "I lost to Will Smith for best rap single, I lost to beastie boys for supporting vocals, and I lost to a tribe called quest for best rap album."

"Shxt!" Song Ya cursed in a low voice, and threw the napkin that had wiped her mouth on the table, "This will make me look like an incompetent person who can't fulfill his promise and cross the river and destroy the bridge."

"That……"

"It's fine if the Grammy doesn't give me an artist award. In this year's situation, the top five probably don't want my people to win in the awards season..."

Song Ya thought for a while, "Remind me to call Jazzy when things are over there, it seems that I need to appease him."

"Okay, and... do you want to read it now? Gotti's." Hayden took out a document from his bag and whispered.

"Give it to me, you sit too."

Song Ya couldn't wait to flip through it, and finally, Gotti's nomination certificate arrived.

This is an internal document of def jam. It is very new. The time point is about the end of last year after the merger with the small east coast label of the Universal Department. Wait, but Gotti should have only given half of it, and there are no key financial data, income distribution, and artist salaries.

It seems that the guy who can go from an ordinary producer of def jam to a rap boss in Queens has his own survival wisdom. After careful study and judgment, Song Ya believes that he can get half of it, which means that the second half is almost in Gotti's hands.

"What do you think?" he asked Hayden.

"It should be fine, but then it's our turn to meet some of his conditions..." Hayden replied.

"Isn't that how business is? Do it."

It's already late February, and in more than 20 days, I and my ex-wife will set off to France to shoot the MV, and it will be another half a year, so I can't just wait and do nothing.

'Mariah Carey is suspected to have reunited with aplus by taking advantage of the East Hall bathroom incident. Recently, the two were photographed walking together in Chicago many times. When she returned to aplus again, her clothes seemed to have suddenly returned. '

The ex-wife was flipping through gossip magazines, and suddenly came across this one, feeling furious in her heart. Now the caliber of the media has changed a long time ago. Between the lines, she always makes herself wish to return to her ex-husband, as if she is talking about two people with completely different status. Actively posting back...

And what the hell is the return of clothing!

Furious, she threw the magazine on the table, and then looked at the man who was covering her mouth with her hands, her frowning brows were full of seriousness and concentration, her upper body was turned sideways to Hayden, and she was concentrating on whispering to each other.

Black Pharaoh, American magazines also began to use this nickname invented by the British to talk about him, saying that he is the absolute idol and benchmark of all African-Americans in the United States, and even used him as an example to prove that discrimination no longer exists, the ceiling does not exist, and anyone can The American dream can be realized here...

Suddenly I couldn't lose my temper again, so I simply stared at my little ex-husband silently, trying not to disturb him.

"fxxk! Let me tell you, aplus can't handle it! We will be dragged down by him!"

At the Holy Theater in Los Angeles, the jazzy trio, who came here in high spirits, left immediately after the award ceremony. Damon Dash kept complaining angrily, and biggs also looked unhappy. This was the first time at the Grammy When you enter the stage and enter the room, you get three mentions and zero hits. If you are in a good mood, you will be damned!

"Just now the radio station said that Aplus and Mariah Carey had dinner at a Chicago restaurant, clearly trying to embarrass the Grammy jury."

After getting on the bus, report to the class.

"Then we might as well not come, and simply advance and retreat with him, and be more angry!" Damon Dash roared: "The enemies in New York must be laughing at you now! He messed up this matter! "

"He called Boss." Biggs received a call from Song Ya.

"hey, jazzy I heard you..."

"Yes, it doesn't matter if I didn't win the award, it's my first time to be nominated." Jazzy also got angry, but hid his emotions well, "I should also run with you."

"That's not what you said. Three nominations should give you at least one award... Anyway, this time it's my brother. There will be a Soul Train Music Award next month, right?" Song Ya asked.

"Yes."

"Okay, let's talk again when we have a chance?"

Jazzy gritted his teeth, "Okay."

Song Ya hung up the phone. At this time, he had already left the restaurant with Mariah Carey, but he didn't go home because Doug, Underwood's chief of staff, had a temporary appointment.

Let Hayden see off his ex-wife, Song Ya picked up Doug at a dark intersection, old Mike went around and drove the car to a secluded parking lot, and then got off alone.

"What's the matter?" Song Ya asked, Doug hadn't acted like this for a long time, but he was still the same, robot-like, always expressionless.

"I think you've heard some rumors about the Bronfmans lately," Doug said.

"Hehe, you mean the last year's financial report that Deutsche Bank just released? Yes, I heard that some people think of the settlement between the Jewish Congress and UBS last year, although the Deutsche Bank's financial report shows that the financing was quickly packaged. It's sold." Song Ya sneered, Underwood should know about it much earlier than himself, want to make sure? Dragging and dragging away the cards in your hand, right?

Undisturbed by him, Doug said, "I think it's time for us to work together, right?"

"Won't Congressman Underwood talk to me in person?" Song Ya asked.

"He has returned to Washington today, I will stay in Chicago for a few more days, and keep in touch anyway?" Douglas opened the door and got out of the car.

"Before I go to France next month." Song Ya said to his back: "Cooperation requires sharing, if you really want to form an alliance with me on this matter."

"Yes." Doug turned up the collar of his coat, closed the door and left.

Old Mike came back and started the car again. Song Ya took a long test in the back seat and suddenly sneered, "Hahaha...a mess..." He shook his head in the dark, laughing louder and louder.

"How did the old Bronfman persuade the commander-in-chief to come forward and ask Deutsche Bank to reconcile as soon as possible? You were deceived by that old fox. His son took money from Deutsche Bank. Maybe he has already been pressured by UBS..."

In Washington, Underwood met White House Chief of Staff Podesta again. It was difficult to link the Deutsche Bank loan with the World War II Jewish deposit reconciliation incident, but the rumors spread quietly like this. He thought this card It's the king bomb in my hand...

So I had to come to a showdown with the commander's cronies in advance to get more bargaining chips, "His son also quietly supported me, Rangel and many of their congressional opponents, at the critical moment of the impeachment vote in the House of Representatives! Otherwise! I'm not going to run back to Chicago, maybe because of those few days of delay ... I could have gotten a few more votes."

"The matter is over." Podesta smiled and comforted, "You know that UBS has agreed to other conditions of our government besides the compensation. This deal can't just look at the surface. The commander-in-chief and I don't feel cheated... ..."

"But what about secretly supporting my competitors? I want revenge, I need revenge, and you need it too!"

Underwood stared at Podesta coldly, and said word by word like a hungry wolf: "Little Bronfman publicly humiliated me in front of so many people in Chicago, I think you have heard Yes, I have always followed the rules, resigned? Ok, I resigned, but now... I need an explanation!"

"Your grievances seem to be related to aplus?" Podesta laughed. His power can be dubbed the Prime Minister of the United States by Washingtonians, and his intelligence sources are all powerful institutions.

"The cause may be a personal grievance between them, but the result is that neither I nor you should swallow your anger!" Underwood retorted.

Podesta stared at him for a moment, then sighed and lowered his head in thought, "Okay, I'll pass it on."

"you promise?"

"I promise."

"Haha!" Los Angeles, Jack Warner Estate, David Geffen has just settled the business with MJ, bought some high-quality light assets of the recording industry from MJ for 120 million, and helped MJ breathe a sigh of relief.

But he is also very clear in his heart that it is completely unrealistic for MJ to invest in the same proportion as Sony to maintain Sony/copyright library shares. The financial resources are far apart.

Of course, he is not happy about this matter. Deutsche Bank’s financial report came out and rumors were released. It was he who did the poisonous trick of linking that money with the UBS settlement case. He is also a member of the Jewish inner circle. He knows what is right The reputation of a family is the most damaged. First of all, those middle and lower classes of the same ethnic group who may be kept in the dark know who has become a traitor and cut off the leaves. Otherwise, use the energy of the Bronfman family in the Jewish circle to take revenge. Can't do it at all.

"Shouldn't you unite with some people who also hate Bronfman Jr.?" the cronies around suggested.

"No, this kind of thing can only be done but not talked about. We stabbed and hibernated, and others will follow the trend later."

There was a sinister smile on the corner of David Geffen's mouth, "Continue to observe until the time comes when we find the next stab."

In Montreal, Canada, the elder Bronfman rubbed his brows wearily. The only person around him was not his son, but Barry Diller.

"We have to keep wiping little Edgar's ass," said the old man.

"With this time, I can launch another Internet stock listed company..." Barry Diller also complained very tiredly, "This shouldn't be my trouble."

"I criticized him." Bronfman said, "He shouldn't have said that to Underwood. I apologize to you and Doug Morris on his behalf."

Have you ever criticized? Barry Diller resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "That's even worse."

"Barry, now that this is the case, we have to do a good job of dealing with the aftermath." Old Bronfman persuaded.

"Well, we have to find out who did it first, right? Aplus? Little Edgar has a lot of enemies..." Barry Diller said: "David Geffen was also very upset because he was kicked out last month. "

"No, it can't be that half-breed boy, he doesn't have the energy to spread rumors among the Jewish people so quickly." Old Bronfman shook his head, "David Geffen... shouldn't be so, he is one of us, and recently busy drinking mj's blood."

"Eremov, the president of A+ Film Studio, is very loyal to Aplus," Barry Diller reminded.

"Heh..." the old man chuckled, "Eremov is not qualified yet."

"Anyway, finding the enemy is not the same as wiping your ass. I'm a businessman, and I don't want to play any gangster games." Barry Diller spread his hands, "I don't have time for riddles either."

"Since some things have been done, you can't just do half of them. This is the weakness of little Edgar, not mine. I have had someone investigate Underwood's character. He has been a party whip for many years. He will not be really honest. He really swallowed the humiliation of little Edgar, who recently took advantage of the big project of converting a factory in Chicago into a commercial real estate project, and connected with Gore's group of environmental protection funders."

The old Bronfman analyzed slowly: "The current general does not need Chicago, but Gore still needs it in the future general election. Since it is irreversible to become an enemy, then we must simply destroy the possibility of him returning to the core of power. He has a close relationship with aplus, and this move can also cut off part of aplus's political energy."

"Oh? You think it's Underwood?" Do nothing or do nothing? After all, he is a generation of ruthless people, Barry Diller raised his eyebrows, and secretly sighed in his heart as he looked at the dying old man in front of him.

"The federal congressman in the constituency where the project is located seems to be called Russell? Underwood single-handedly picked him up, but he happens to be an alcoholic with countless bad habits."

Old Bronfman didn't give an answer, and took out a document that had been prepared from the drawer and placed it on the desk.

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