Chapter 187 The Third Wave

Yeremov partially persuaded Song Ya, but he was still only willing to give the Jewish a+ record marketing director a position, and the salary was much lower than when the other party was at Columbia Pictures.

Yeremov said that he needed to think about it, took his leave and left.

"His point of view is a little different from yours, Eli." Song Ya sent him away, and smiled at Eli when he came back.

"On the part of the book? I actually agree with his point of view. Once again, we have won a big victory. The relevant enthusiasm cannot be maintained forever, and there is no need to act as the enemy of the book in the media for a long time." Eli said: "Eremov is very optimistic about you. With his qualifications, he took the initiative to apply for a job with you, which means that he judges that you can at least stand on the status of an A-list singer."

"Well..." Song Ya was very useful for this sentence, "Let's end all this before the end of August, and I should calm down."

"Anything special about this moment in time?" Eli asked.

"It's time for me to go back to school."

"Uh... alright."

On August 15th, the decoration of Tribeca's penthouse was finally completed. Song Ya led people to live in it immediately, and immediately began to prepare for a grand high-end party, which was the key to the third wave of popularity.

According to Eli's design, this party will appear on the inside page of The New Yorker, with all the necessary elements of high society, dignified politicians and stars, exquisite and luxurious food and wine, and an open air built at a high cost rooftop.

"I am proud of New York's multiculturalism, and I always adhere to this concept, and I will never change it easily..."

Donkey Party black boss, Mayor Dinkins of New York, stood in front of the podium and spoke with eloquence, against the background of row upon row of skyscrapers in Manhattan, and a rectangular swimming pool like a blue ribbon, "It is true that the crime problem here is becoming increasingly prominent. , I also have the confidence to win this law and order battle, but I will never accept it! The idea of ​​linking crime with a certain ethnic group..."

"You support him, right?"

Beside Song Ya, a bookish Chinese asked in a low voice.

"Of course, why?" Song Ya asked back. As a Chinese, he can open a personal gallery in New York, and his level must be good. Song Ya bought many of his paintings to add some artistic atmosphere to his mansion.

"A few days ago, a young female artist of Chinese descent was murdered by an African-American in the street, in Times Square." The painter turned to Dingkins on the stage and said, "Chinese Americans will not support her in the next mayoral election.

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"Uh..." Song Ya was a little embarrassed. In order for Dingkins to come in person today, he paid a lot of money and contacts. And how many votes can Chinese Americans in New York have? It definitely won't affect the election.

"Sorry, I made a slip of the tongue." The painter raised the goblet in his hand and threw the pot to the contents.

"I also paid attention to the media's pursuit of aps, a talented African-American musician some time ago..." Dingkins raised his hand and gestured towards Song Ya. Many guests turned their eyes, and the Chinese artist immediately stepped back to let He alone acknowledged the eyes of the crowd.

"It's a clear example of this kind of judgment based on ethnicity, a drunken alcoholic who almost ruined his reputation and had no chance of self-defense, if the white man hadn't been found in Canada. President of Howard University Tell me this boy has been donating money to traditional black schools, and in obscurity, dedicated himself to the desegregation of South Africa..."

Dingkins used Frank's disappearance to praise Song Ya a lot, and used it to prove his policy.

"Thank you everyone." He finished his speech, and the crowd responded with warm applause.

"I am very glad that everyone can participate in this party, and I am very grateful to Mr. Mayor..." Song Ya then came to the stage, and he was completely comfortable in this occasion of giving points. After boasting about Dingkins, "There is also Motu Mr. Ra and Miss Kelly, hi..."

He introduced the visiting big shots one by one, "Have a good time." Then he stepped off the stage, and the small band began to play.

Motura and Mariah Carey were surrounded by a group of top editors from the New York entertainment industry, Michelle and his boyfriend were having a good time talking with Dinkins, and Congressman Underwood and Claire were in a small corner with some New York politicians We had a good chat here, Fergie and some fun-loving young men and women changed their swimsuits and began to jump out of the swimming pool one after another, and the fashion industry people dressed in advanced clothes shuttled back and forth with wine glasses, everything was so harmonious and perfect.

Song Ya nodded in satisfaction, at this time Yeremov came over.

"Jews don't like this mayor. He handled the last violent case against the Jewish community very badly." Yeremov looked at Dingkins and said.

"Oh?" In the United States, the political energy of Jews is much greater than that of Chinese Americans. Song Ya pondered for a while and then changed the subject, "How are you thinking? Yeremov."

"I decided to join." Yeremov held out his hand.

"Okay." Song Ya didn't expect the other party to be willing to do it with such a low condition, which was a bit beyond his expectation, "Let me tell you about my long-term goal first, to establish my own global record distribution channel, can I do it?" ?” he asked while shaking hands.

"What?"

Yeremov was quite surprised, "Isn't your ambition too big? Many major record companies can't do global distribution."

"So it's a long-term goal. In the short term, what do you plan to do?" Song Ya asked him.

"I learned about your recent plan from Elena, and I plan to take over your fourth wave of publicity, that single that no one has heard." Yeremov replied.

"That single..." Song Ya cast her eyes on Fergie in the swimming pool, "I have to get her management contract first, you know, according to the regulations, I can't be both her record company boss and hers." Brokerage boss."

"But you want to completely control your girl, right?" Yeremov laughed.

"Of course, my songs won't be sung to others so easily anymore, Mira and Little Lori, the results between us are not very good." Since the other party is already his employee, Song Ya chooses to tell the truth .

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Yeremov smiled confidently, "Use the Hollywood way."

After finishing all this, Song Ya sent Dingkins away who left first, went downstairs and returned to the study.

"Hey, my brother." Escouber is very different now. His movie is still in theaters, with a total box office of 40 million dollars. As the news of Na's infighting gradually surfaced, the unknown Viewers attributed the reason to his underground single no vasele.

Titles such as "a song that disbanded the gangster rap group na" were also worn on Escouber's head, and he is now completely proud. But since he scolded Big E Pidiandian to attend the Grand Commander's dinner, it is naturally difficult for him to appear in front of the mayor of New York, so he can only hide in the study.

"Hey, Cooper, congratulations." Song Ya hugged him.

"I'm going to post a post next year..."

Escube first invited the song, but after being declined by Song Ya, he proposed to participate in his joint publicity plan next year. The theory of carrying goods was originally his, but he did not expect to be practiced by Song Ya first. He is not a fool. Song Ya guessed the connection from his movements.

Now that na is finished, Song Ya and his cooperation no longer have obstacles, so he readily agrees.

'aps is Black Grandet? '

A few days later, an unknown tabloid in New York unscrupulously reprinted the content of the latest New Yorker's inside page, "Although the home of New York is in Tribeca, according to reports, aps is not out of greed for cheap, but It's the invincible open-air terrace there, he spent a lot of money on renovations, and even moved the swimming pool to the roof...'