Chapter 1330 You Can Only Shoot Scumbags With Guns

Song Ya didn't realize the changes that OpenDiary's IPO success brought to the outside world's perception of herself. Unlike Netscape, YAHOO, and the American music website that stumbled all the way, it was different from the simple acquisition of the Abelson couple. From the beginning of the Weblog personal homepage website, to the investment in technology, manpower and funds for construction, and then various contacts and promotion methods to attract bloggers to settle in, the OpenDiary project is under the complete control of Littman Media from the beginning to the end.

At the same time, the media has been building momentum for a long time to boast that this network social model represents the future, and some theorists have given various high-level definitions and suggestions to the Blog model in Internet-related seminars and professional papers and journals.

This actually requires a very strong influence, the media is willing to help tout, Wall Street is willing to do their best, elites in various industries are willing to settle in the blog, academic papers can be published, and related seminars, industry forums, and foundations can create various names. Receptions, awards, international travel conferences provide fame and fortune for experts who have spoken in favor of OpenDiary...

That is to say, OpenDiary is his first listed company that relies almost entirely on its comprehensive strength to promote from the beginning to the end, and has achieved almost perfect results.

Though most of the work was done under Sloan.

This kind of no-frills success only needs to be done the first time, the second time, and the third time to press the wealth code set. Under the big market of Internet concept stocks, the outside world will no longer have any doubts.

He has been promoted from a lucky pig to a qualified capital pusher.

"Mr. Geffen? Thank you, I didn't expect that... the investors and stockholders in the public market are so enthusiastic."

Song Ya thought that David Geffen called to ask about Chicago politics, but the result was not, "The next listed company? It hasn't been decided yet..."

"Yes."

"Opportunity to enter? Uh, uh..."

David Geffen actually proposed that he also wanted to participate, and Song Ya was caught off guard, "There is no conclusion yet on our side. Ms. Sloan prefers to choose the novel website, and Wall Street suggests that the American music website should be spun off. fastest..."

"Okay, I'll let you know if there's any progress."

"I promise……"

steal money? Think beautifully! Song Ya prevaricated, "Bah!" Then he spat into the phone.

"Don't spit in front of your children!" This scene was seen by Mariah Carey, and she came over to reprimand, "This is a bad example!",

"oh."

Song Ya obediently hugged little Lei Jia on her knees, and came to New York, and she must visit her ex-wife to see her precious son.

"Humph."

The ex-wife pouted and turned on the TV, which was playing Heartbreaker, the title song of her new album Rainbow.

She worked with Jazzy, no one cares about her, she dresses tastefully and stubbornly returns to her original nature, blue jeans with **ra, and a small pink hairpin pinned to her forehead...

Dancing with the dancers, she sat sideways on the table, posing for the camera, stroking herself.

With hot eyes, Song Ya seemed to see the shadow of the future happy aunt in Tianqi. She subconsciously wanted to hold her forehead and sigh several times, but she held back as soon as she raised her hand, fearing that she would be beaten.

"Hahaha!"

The MV has a plot. She played two roles by herself, fighting in the same frame in the movie theater set that cost a lot of money to build, and used some kung fu moves.

She was very satisfied, and when she saw the proud place, she happily gesticulated, "This move was taught to me by Jack Chen, huh! Ha!"

"If you switch to live-action filming in theaters, and the martial arts instructor uses a cheap one, this MV can save a lot of money, and it won't affect the final effect."

Song Ya's sincere suggestion finally couldn't help but complain, "How can it cost millions..."

"Don't mind me!" She rolled her eyes, "Anyway, the record company spends money!"

That's true, she doesn't have her own label, and Sony Columbia Records pays for every penny of the music video.

"How is your new monopoly doing?" Song Ya asked.

"Not good, all the statistics have set the lowest record since my debut." The mention of this ex-wife is like an eggplant beaten by frost, wilting.

Alas, now the new DIVA Britney is too popular, and all the previous DIVAs are having a hard time. Like Britney, Christina Aguilera, who debuted in the Disney Mickey Mouse Club, has the title song GenieInABottle of the same name and is occupying the No. 1 billboard bit, the music reviews are better. Adding Backstreet Boys and Super Boys, at the turn of the century in 1999, it seemed that everything belonged to teenage fashion and belonged to young people.

"There is a party in Tribeca tonight, do you want to go together? Let's relax."

Song Ya patted her head lovingly and asked.

"Who is there?"

"The group of black music circles in New York, mainly they, I also invited some white people such as Sting... I don't know if they will come."

Song Ya replied. There are songs by Sting and others in the original film of Cold Mountain Apocalypse. He has already asked A+ Film Studio to buy the license for the film and television soundtrack.

"No! Annoying!"

It is rare for a social animal to have a party that he does not want to attend. The ex-wife asked instead: "They said you made hundreds of millions yesterday?"

"Paper wealth is nothing more than wealth."

Song Ya pretended to be aggressive, and easily lifted little Leijia in the air with both hands, and said to her precious son: "From now on, you will be your babe..." Regardless of whether he understands or not.

"Hmph..."

The ex-wife snorted arrogantly and asked, "Do you have to go back to Tribeca tonight?"

"Oh, there's no way to entertain, there's business." Gotti will come tonight and needs to meet in person.

"Then get out, get out..."

"It's still early hehe."

"Ugh...the child is watching! I hate it!"

It was getting late before he returned to his Tribeca home in the urban area. The party had already started, and Linda was helping to organize it.

"Um?"

He saw Linda and Dingkins, Percy Sutton, the old man, and NAS all gathered together. Nodding frequently.

He blinked suspiciously.

"Hey, APLUS, hello, I adore you."

He was about to go over and ask, but was interrupted by a young black man standing not far from the door, so he had to bump fists with him, "Hello."

This young black man is a bit interesting, dressed in a rare and obedient boy, with jeans and a short-sleeved T-shirt, and a backpack on his back, as if he is not used to the party atmosphere, with a glass of beer in his hand, leaning against the corridor by himself like a goose wall, looking around curiously.

"Are you here with friends?"

Song Ya thought that some adult brought him here to play, so he didn't care much.

"Well, Jazzy brought me here, let me introduce myself, Kanye West." The young black man boldly introduced himself.

"oh?"

Kanye West? Why does this name seem familiar? Song Ya closed her eyes and remembered that there was a line in the apocalypse song Trumpets in the early years, that is, "Songs that always remind me of Kanye West", so to speak...

He looked at each other again.

"Hey, APLUS, do you know each other? This is Kanye West, a talented musician. He is currently mixing with me, helping with mixing or something."

Jazzy saw the two people in the conversation, and came over to help introduce him, "He stayed in Huaguo for a year!"

"Yeah?"

Song Ya became interested and asked, "Where in China? Can you speak Chinese?"

"Lan Jing."

When the super junior met the emperor superstar, Kanye West answered respectfully and honestly with a little timidity: "I only went to elementary school for one year, and I forgot everything, I only remember a little bit."

"Tell me about it." Song Ya compared it.

"Uh... making me talk nonsense?"

"Hahaha!"

Song Ya was very happy, and patted him on the shoulder affectionately, "That's good, good, come to me if you need anything in the future."

"Is Gotti here?" Tianqi taught that if you meet, you will take it, which is equivalent to picking up money. He turned his head and asked Jazzy.

"He's waiting inside," Jazzy replied.

"Well, go tell him I'm here first."

Song Ya sent Jazzy away, and then went to find the president of Metropolitan Records, "Sign the kid in the hallway, Kanye West, and sign for a longer time, the singer makes an appointment."

It is impossible for this kind of rookie to refuse the debut contract, he is very sure.

"Okay." Black Pharaoh personally ordered, and the president of Metropolitan Records nodded and bowed, "I will do it immediately."

"Um."

He walked into the hall, and as soon as he appeared, the noisy party scene seemed to be choked by someone, and it fell silent instantly, and people paid attention to each other, "Ah! APLUS!" Then the girls screamed, Destiny's Child, four black girls Responding the fastest, Beyoncé rushed forward with her three little sisters, bouncing around him.

Seems like they're all grown-ups, huh.

"Don't be the same as before, you are all big stars, be more reserved."

Beyoncé, the prettiest of the four, was not as old as the mature woman in a few apocalypse songs. She was thin, with dreadlocks, a pointed chin, a nice curve, and slender, straight legs.

It can be considered that he has seen it since he was a child, Song Ya didn't plan to eat it, and joked casually.

Their second album, TheWriting'sOnTheWall, sold better than the first album. In the shrinking rhythm and blues girl group market, they can barely be regarded as the second group under TLC, and they can indeed be regarded as big stars.

"We will always be your fans." Beyoncé crazily hugged him and dangled her arms, showing her loyalty.

"hey-hey……"

The money printing machine revealed by the apocalypse is already speeding up, and Song Ya is grinning happily. Rashida, who is aware of the crisis, slips in and sneaks into her arms, declaring sovereignty to Beyoncé and the others with hostility.

"Who are you?"

It's always so simple and straightforward to break up between black girls. Letoya, the most slutty of the Destiny's Child, glanced up and down at Rashida.

"Oh, let me introduce, Rashida, her father is Quincy Jones." Song Ya introduced.

"Studying at Harvard temporarily." Rashida added.

"Tch!" The Second Generation of Stars sneered disdainfully in front of the famous four-member group of Destiny's Child.

Song Ya didn't want to participate in such a naive teasing, so she interrupted them with a few words and asked Jazzy to take her to see Gotti.

"SHXT! APLUS, I need more help!"

Gotti waited for Jazzy to close the door and then cursed and asked for help, "You go back and forth a billion or a billion times a day, all you need to do is move your fingers!"

"I've done what I promised."

There is something wrong with Gotti recently. If it wasn't for the fact that he was afraid of this bad thing and wanted to personally spy on the other party to see if he would lose control, Song Ya would not have let him see him. "I didn't expect you to be unable to handle DMX."

"What can I do, I miscalculated and found a stupid shooter." Gotti sighed, "Killed the wrong person..."

"Don't talk about it."

Song Ya rolled her eyes impatiently, "I'm only in charge of Bragging Daddy, we agreed."

"A little more help, at least help me get rid of the murder suspicion, okay?"

Gotti didn't have any thoughts of stabbing in front of the black pharaoh at all, pointing to the door and begging, "The former mayor of New York is your guest."

"It's not easy, and you know that Mr. Dinkins is the 'former' Mayor of New York."

Song Ya took the opportunity to observe him.

When the two dealt with each other before, Gotti appeared as a half partner and half follower. This is a violent person who had conflicts with himself but was persuaded by Jazzy.

Of course, he is also considered a very talented music producer. When he independently formed the Murder record label from DefJam, his career surpassed that of his choice to stay in DefJam.

Originally, Murder Records did have a bright future ahead of Puff Daddy’s Bad Boys Records, but Gotti was killed by himself in the struggle between Gotti and DMX. The pig teammate gunman killed DMX’s uncle by mistake. up.

Of course, he is not so stupid that he is hopelessly stupid. The gunman was found through Kenneth McGriff, a drug dealer leader in Queens, and the case still has room for maneuver.

The chubby Nger, who seemed to be in a state of agitation all the time, walked around the room, "APLUS, I don't know what that document is useful to you, and I don't want to ask, but it looks like I got it for you." Come on, help me one more time, okay?"

"I can only say as much as possible."

Song Ya responded.

"That's great!" Gotti rejoiced.

"Gauti, this is the last time." Song Ya threatened him coldly, "The meaning of the word transaction is that when both parties complete the content of the transaction, everything is over. It is not something that can be used to blackmail."

"I know, I understand." Gotti complained again: "Seriously, if I didn't trust you APLUS, I would suspect that you are playing tricks and tricks. Your brain is better than all of us combined. Now Puff Daddy and I are both unlucky, but your Jazzy is getting better and better. It seems that the New York police never bother him. If this continues, New York will neither be mine nor Puff Daddy’s. It's his, it's yours."

"You think too much..." Song Ya continued to evaluate.

"And, Jazzy, it used to be just a little character who came to me and begged. What the hell, now? Acting like a big guy to me outside!"

Gotti pointed to the door again and said: "I want to sign DefJam, can you help me..." He imitated Jazzy's accent with a crying voice, "Someone is against you, I will exchange this news. Yes, it is APLUS..."

"Oh?" Song Ya's reaction speed became subtle immediately...

Jazzy guy, huh...

"Beyoncé, Beyoncé."

Feeling that Gotti is not in any danger for the time being, after sending him away, Song Ya sinks her body into the sofa thoughtfully, sipping her wine while quietly listening to Jazzy and Beyoncé talking next to them.

Jazzy should have always been interested in Beyoncé, and he was repeating the girl's name with jealousy, "I heard that you are in Los Angeles and get along well with Kobe Bryant."

"Yes."

Beyoncé, who had no intentions, immediately showed off her interaction with the popular fried chicken of the Lakers. "Kobe is very nice. He helped to star in the MV of our BugaBoo song. Dad even took us to see him practice."

"His house?" Jazzy asked sourly.

"Well, he trains very hard, and I still have the TV tape." Beyoncé replied.

"Wow..." Jazzy was annoyed, "I saw the news, you were so flamboyant that you seemed to be jumping on Kobe."

"Hate!" Beyoncé slapped him coquettishly.

"I'm a little tired and want to rest." Song Ya put down the wine glass, "Talk slowly..."

"It's so early!?" The black girls around him disagreed.

"It's getting late." Just right, slightly drunk, Song Ya pointed to his watch, got up and went back to the bedroom, and pulled the shoulder strap of Beyoncé's evening dress skillfully and covertly.

The girl understood, and quickly found a chance to get rid of the others and follow, "What can you do with me, APLUS?" The Huaichun girl put her hands behind her back, twisted her body and winked.

"Take you to visit my honor corner?" There would be no difficulty, Song Ya opened the study door with a smile.

The girl looked into the dark study room, stood there biting her lip and fought for a while, "Is it me APLUS that you love?"

"Of course, I fell in love with you Beyoncé a long time ago... Don't you feel it?" Song Ya stared at her discharge with drunken eyes, pinched her chin and shook it.

"I didn't! My God! I'm so dull..."

She immediately cupped her joyful face with both hands, and walked in obediently.

Not long after, Song Ya stopped wonderingly, a black girl at this age shouldn't, "Is this your first time?"

"Of course," she replied shyly, "I'm a traditional Texas girl."

"You're not with Kobe..."

"I'm just a fan of his...just a friend."

This... why does it make me feel a little guilty, I thought she had been... Forget it, let's continue.

"Where is the person?" Jazzy outside looked around, then stopped at the door of the study, listened for a while, and finally punched the wall angrily, and walked away with distorted features.

The next day, Song Ya seemed to hear crying in a daze, and felt that someone was sitting on her body. She tried to open her eyelids and saw Beyoncé's face.

She was crying, pointing at herself with a long black thing in her hand.

Hehe, it was only last night... and now it's early in the morning... the black girl's body is good.

Song Ya stared cross-eyed before she could see what she was holding. In an instant, her hair was numb to her feet, and she became fully awake in a jerk. It was... a pistol!

The black muzzle of the gun was facing his forehead!

"WTF!? Beyoncé, what's going on? Calm down, calm down..."

He peed quickly in fright, raised his trembling hands, "Put down the gun, and talk about what you have to say."

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"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo on the trigger..."

It's too scary, I didn't expect the dignified traverser to finally...

This is deadlier than a fire axe!

"Ah!" Rashida next to her also woke up, she screamed in fright, she called in last night.

"Don't, don't, don't, don't..." Song Ya hurriedly stopped, for fear of irritating Beyoncé, who is now emotionally unstable.

"Woooooooooo..." Tears blurred Beyoncé's eyes, and her hands holding the gun kept shaking.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! High..."

Begging for mercy with a broken voice, at the same time, his mind was running fast, trying to save his life.

"You said, you said you loved me..."

"Of course, of course I love you, I only love you..." Song Ya is willing to say anything now.

"Then why is she here!" Beyoncé pointed her gun at Rashida.

"Ah!" Rashida screamed frantically again after being stunned.

It's now! Song Ya raised his courage, stretched out his hands suddenly, pushed the girl's muzzle away accurately and ruthlessly, and then snatched it away...

"APLUS people are in New York, so you can rest assured." In Los Angeles, Cold Mountain director Tony Scott muttered in his heart, formally going through the process and handing over the rough-cut version to the distributor Bowei Films.

"Chicago won't go back for the time being, we'll wait for the Kozko case to come to light."

In New York, Song Ya glanced guiltyly at Beyoncé in the hall, who was leaning on her father Matthew Norris's shoulder in a daze, and then shrank her neck and walked away, "Go to Los Angeles, just to watch Director Scott's Cold Mountain How did the cut go?"

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