Chapter 210 Motura's Transformation

November 23, Sony Columbia Records headquarters.

"This turmoil cost me three months and millions of dollars..." Song Ya sat on the side of the conference table with her eyes closed, "Apocalypse is just a symphony and a movie with no beginning and no end." Fragments..." He thought silently, "But as long as I keep my independence, it's all worth it."

"It's been a long time." The people from Columbia Records walked into the meeting room.

"Okay, don't waste everyone's time." The staff sent by the court pointed to the recording equipment, "This is the investigation and evidence collection before the trial. The lawyers of both sides can exchange evidence and ask each other. If you need to turn off the recording, please apply in advance. And give reasons."

After a simple exchange of evidence, Goodman and Hamlin immediately started a verbal confrontation with the opposing lawyer, while Samuel was in charge of supplementing the evidence.

"We don't admit it..."

"In our opinion this document cannot be admitted as evidence..."

"The conversation between APLUS and Mr. Motura has nothing to do with this case, and its veracity cannot be verified."

The other party used the procrastination tactics to the fullest. They made it clear that they knew that the lawsuit would not be won, so they did not miss any opportunity to delay the trial date, and focused on avoiding summary judgments and making preparations for future appeals. .

From the afternoon to the evening, the exhausted three parties agreed to end this boring but necessary wrangling.

"We're sure to win." Goodman comforted Song Ya afterwards.

"Win immediately, or win more than a year later, there is a big difference." Song Ya knows that the longer the delay, the thinner the five million will be in hand. Although Goodman and Hamlin charge lower fees , but after more than a year of tossing and tossing, they can get a huge amount of legal fees from themselves.

"Let's go." Song Ya looked out the window, it was already dark, and the night view of New York was still so beautiful, but he was tortured to the point of no mood, "What time is it?"

"It's almost eleven o'clock." Taraji brought in a row of coffee from outside.

"Forget it, don't drink, let's go back." Song Ya put on his coat, and he didn't want to stay here for a second.

"APLUS, come here!" Mariah Carey called suddenly, and she didn't sound very happy with just this sentence.

"Where are you going?"

"upstairs,

Tommy's office, the three of us have a good chat, just the three of us! ’ she said incredulously.

"Mimi, I told you that if you treat me as a good friend, don't get involved in this matter..." Song Ya guessed that she must have gone to Motula to make trouble.

"No! You come now, immediately!"

"All right."

Song Ya and Goodman gave a brief explanation, and took the elevator alone to the top floor.

The elevator kept stopping on each floor, and people came in and out. At this time, the record company usually had no one there, but today it was extremely busy. When they reached the top floor, the phone at the front desk outside Motura's office rang. Wait, on the eve of the release of MJ's new album, the whole building is like a wartime headquarters, operating efficiently and restlessly.

Aaron Grubman, one of MJ's four lawyers, and several company executives gathered outside the door to chat. Seeing Song Ya coming, they all gave way tacitly. They should have been caught by Maria in the middle of a meeting with Motura. Kelly kicked it out.

"Miss Kelly."

Song Ya pushed the door open and went in, and saw Mariah Carey pouting angrily and crossing her hands, she was fighting with Motura with her back turned, while Motura was puffing on a cigar.

"APLUS, Tommy, you can talk, I hope you can get back together!" Mariah Carey said.

Coming in from Song Ya, Motura didn't look at him directly, "Mimi, today is not suitable, be obedient." He said.

"you!"

Mariah Carey stomped her feet, turned around, and became even more angry, "Is there no other word besides making me obedient?!"

"Mimi..."

Song Ya stopped her, "Can we talk alone first?" He took Mariah Carey's elbow and walked out the door, "Don't be angry, let's have a good chat first."

"I don't! I can't watch you being bullied by him!"

Mariah Carey was pulled to the door by him, Song Ya turned her head and met Motura with a mutual understanding look, and let go, "Mimi, can you give me a few minutes? Just a few minutes, if you still As if I were a friend."

"All right."

Mariah Carey followed Song Ya out, and the two went downstairs to the meeting room just now. Song Ya asked Old Mike to guard the door.

"Mimi, I said this is a matter between us men." Song Ya said looking into her eyes.

"But you're going to go to court!" Mariah Carey wore a white deep V evening dress today, and when she was angry, there were charming waves on her chest, huh? It seems that only the chest stickers are used...

Song Ya shook her head and focused back, "This is all business."

"I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen!" Mariah Carey shook her fluffy golden curly hair, "I want you to stay here, and I don't want to see you and Tommy having trouble like this."

"Listen to me." Song Ya put her hands on her shoulders, "First, I don't want to bear Tommy's favor for the rest of my life. If he let me go this time because of you, then I will be with you all my life." I can't even lift my head up in front of him."

"Tommy should take care of you, he has the ability to do so." Mariah Carey replied.

"No, it's different."

Song Ya continued: "Secondly, I only intend to have a pure interest relationship with him, without any human relations or other things involved. I don't hate him, and it's not for any man's self-esteem. I'm because of you."

"For me?" Mariah Carey looked at him suspiciously.

"yeah!"

Song Ya said: "Third, I like you. I don't want to give Tommy a chance to prove that he is willing to let his enemies go and give up the business principles he has believed in all his life. Let's put it this way, I don't want to give him a chance. A chance to show you how much he loves you."

"you……"

Mariah Carey was a little touched, "You really think so?"

"It's true, Mimi, that's what I think." Song Ya looked into her eyes and said every word firmly.

"But you are still young, I have always regarded you as my younger brother..."

Before Mariah Carey finished speaking, Song Yanu opened her mouth and kissed her.

"Well……"

DIVA's lips are so sweet. Of course, it may be the smell of lipstick. Song Ya ignored her sobbing and slapping her strong arm, and sucked with the best technique, feeling that the other party had melted into her arms. Signs, trying to open the jaw again...

"Wait! Wait!" Mariah Carey suddenly regained consciousness, pushed him away with all her strength, and gave him a slap with a 'slap'.

"Uh, I'm sorry APLUS, I..."

She subconsciously touched Song Ya's slapped face, "We...I think we..."

"It's okay Mimi, do you understand what I mean now?"

Song Ya held her hand caressing her face again, and stared at her with tender eyes.

"I think you've been under too much pressure recently, you should calm down first..."

Mariah Carey avoided his aggressive eyes, but didn't withdraw her hand, "Okay, okay, I understand."

"so?"

"I don't care about your business, but you..."

She withdrew her hand, "Don't be too pushy, promise me, okay?" She dropped a sad look in her eyes and escaped.

"Let's go too." Song Ya felt the pressure on her body disappear all of a sudden, and walked out the door with the corner of her mouth raised.

However, he was pushed back by the old Mike, "Don't forget to wipe your mouth if you steal food." Old Mike's words are very subtle.

"Oh." Song Ya reacted immediately, and carefully cleaned up the remaining lipstick marks on her lips.

The group had just returned to Tribeca and continued the meeting. At around 12:45, Taraji rushed into the study, "APLUS, Motura wants to see you, now!"

"this……"

Song Ya's first reaction was that Mariah Carey told Motura what she had done just now, "Did he say why?"

"No, it lets you bring lawyers, accountants, and everyone else you can," Taraji replied, "and then hung up, like he was pissed."

"Ah oh..."

Song Ya had to take people back to the Sony Columbia Records headquarters in a hurry, and the front desk of Motura's office was waiting directly at the door, taking them all the way to the top floor smoothly.

Song Ya looked at the open door of the office, and there were more executives standing outside, with different expressions, some were downcast like a defeated rooster, some were stern-faced and their eyes were blank, and some were looking left and right, with a look He wanted to laugh but tried hard to hold it back.

"Go in." The lawyer who was not very polite to Song Ya led the group in.

Unlike before, Motura's office was in a mess, with books, trophies, and wine bottles scattered all over the floor, as if a war had just happened here.

"He won't take out a gun from the drawer and shoot me?" Song Ya looked at Motura who was sitting behind the boss's desk with his head bowed silently, feeling a little guilty, "I'm here, Mr. Motura."

Motura raised his head, his eyes were fierce like a wolf who wanted to choose someone to eat, "APLUS, I decided to match your asking price, sign the contract."