Chapter 245 New Conditions

"Can this scare Johnson?" Taraji asked after finishing the matter and returning to the hotel.

"How is it possible? That's the owner of a company listed on the New York Stock Exchange. I don't even know why he needs to do this in person."

Song Ya shook her head, "But it doesn't matter, anyway, I can't really let Gore do something for me, it's a signal to Johnson, don't think I'll just be beaten and not fight back... What are you doing?"

While talking, Taraji accidentally sat on his lap.

"You were on the golf course today and it was so cool to give him the middle finger and tell him to go back to his own X."

Taraji looked over with adoring star eyes, and wrapped his arms around Song Ya's neck.

"Don't make trouble with Taraji, let's get down to business. Have you booked your flight back to Chicago?"

"I have an extra hour."

"One hour……"

After more than a day after the BET news came out, no other media has reproduced the news of its news views, but it has not waited for BET's clarification. The hype news about him and Fergie began to be published in the media outside Chicago one after another, but the effect can only be said to be mediocre, after all, this is just the first step of showing affection.

As soon as he got off the plane in Chicago, he got a call from Mariah Carey, "Hello, Mimi."

"Why does your phone keep turning off?"

The other party said in a bad tone, "What's the matter? I was just on the plane."

"real?"

"I never lie to you."

There was no sound from the microphone.

Song Ya smelled a bit jealous, and said directly: "That's just a hype, it's part of the promotion of ihateuiloveu's release on the 15th."

"Hmph, when will you come to New York? In addition to attending the Grammys, I need to rehearse in advance for my unplugged concert in March."

"Wait until I finish the release of ihateuiloveu, don't you have a specific schedule? What days are the rehearsals for EmpireStateOfMindPartII?"

"I have the final say on the schedule, I can give you a few more days." She said.

Song Ya smiled, "Okay, I will definitely be there, wait for me."

"Well, what are you going to wear to the Grammys? And dress like a high school kid?"

"Be more mature, but it's probably just the old stuff. I haven't been notified of the live show anyway, have you?"

"There is a song Ifit'sover."

"Oh, so, that should be an omen for you to win the single award, right? Best female pop singer?" Song Ya was a little disappointed as expected, maybe his award was really gone.

"So did Tommy."

"Whoa, Tommy...that sounds so nasty."

"How come, don't I always call him that? Well, it's okay to call him Motura in front of you in the future? Do you want to add a gentleman?"

"Uh, no need."

"Wait, were you jealous just now?" Mariah Carey laughed on the other end of the phone.

"I don't."

"Really do not have?"

The two had been talking on the phone for a long time. When Song Ya arrived at the door of the house, she saw Fergie who was excitedly welcoming her out before hanging up.

"What are you looking at?"

Walking to the study room and putting down Fergie who was hanging on his body, he found a large group of people enjoying themselves around the TV.

"There's a West Coast fiction singer imitating you." Yeremov rewound the tape and started playing it from the beginning.

After a strong rhythm sampled from The, "Youready?" even Song Ya's opening line was sampled, and then the black male singer sang, "This song is for my enemies!" ’ The lyrics are gangsta rap style, but whether it is the lyrics structure, rhyme or Flow, there are obvious traces of imitating The.

The MV was also shot very rough, just a bunch of old blacks dangling around the car.

"There's a MV out now?" Song Ya looked at Goodman, "Are you going to sue him?" My songs are not old objects that are more than ten or twenty years old.

Sampling rights are not for sale.

"It's not impossible to sue, but it's very troublesome to sue for this kind of underground distribution. The industry generally won't sue this kind of poor ghost, unless the sales volume exceeds a certain number."

Goodman said: "And if you want to sue, there will be many people who will sue. Hayden has collected a lot of similar materials for you." He nodded towards a large pile of cassettes on the table.

Song Ya went over and studied one by one. They were all kinds of small singers, or they could not be called singers. Singing lovers were more appropriate. These underground singles and albums they released were more or less crudely borrowed from their own The stuff is not limited to The one song.

"Is there anyone more famous?" Song Ya asked.

"The more famous ones won't be so rude, and I can't sue." Hayden said: "At the end of last year, a song ranked in the top 50 of the Billboard singles chart, and it came from a singer in Miami."

"FXXK, I was robbed last time in Miami."

Although his songs depended entirely on the apocalypse, Song Ya was still a little upset, "Hayden, help me keep an eye on it, pick a more suitable target and let Goodman report it, at least to give these people a little warning."

"I understand." Hai registered, "It's still important, APLUS, Fergie, next you will start laying the groundwork for the 'breakup' drama. Before that, you will participate in an interview program on a local Chicago TV station to continue to show your love , the script Yeremov is ready."

"Okay." Song Ya took the script, which were all ordinary content. Yeremov designed many small movements between lovers, such as Fergie leaning to Song Ya's side when she was talking, and Song Ya helped her tidy up her clothes and so on.

After being suppressed by Motura last time, Song Ya hadn't been in a new song promotion for a long time, and suddenly rushed to the scene like a war again. He was still a little uncomfortable, but he adjusted quickly. After attending the show with Fergie the next day, he was walking out of the studio when he was stopped by a fat black man in a suit and leather shoes. Pablo went to represent Tony in the gun case, but was quickly fired by himself.

"Is it convenient to chat in private? APLUS." Barron asked.

Song Ya was hugging Fergie, surrounded by old Mike, Mavota, the silencer and others, he said directly: "If Pablo or Little Lowry asked you to pass the message, then forget it, it's not convenient. "

"No, it's another client," Barron said. "You just met him in Washington not long ago."

"Johnson?" Song Ya was stunned for a while, "Okay." He found a secluded place alone with Barron.

"Johnson asked me to tell you that in the meeting in Washington, because you were too impulsive, he didn't have time to say everything he wanted to say." Barron said: "He asked me to bring you the new conditions."

"Speak, I'm listening."

"Still the Grammys and Iskubs around you."

Barron said: "Johnson will turn to help your Grammy campaign, but he wants you to return accordingly."

"If it's a bad idea to put Eskub under house arrest, forget it. This award is not very important to me."

Johnson raised the price, but Song Ya was unmoved.

"It's not house arrest, uh..."

Barron looked around, and whispered in Song Ya's ear: "He asked you to keep in touch with Eskub after the music festival in April, and disclosed all his follow-up actions in Los Angeles to I."

This condition is not bad... So now is Johnson admitting to himself? Hehe, it seems that the photo with Gore is especially useful!

Song Ya was feeling slightly complacent, but when she suddenly thought about it, a chill rose in her heart, "So Johnson wants to get the first-hand news of Los Angeles after the Rodney King case was pronounced?"

"I'm a lawyer, and I don't know much about the media." Barron pretended to be stupid.

"If Eskub really wants to do something big, BET will get bloody news, right?"

He finally understood that Johnson had never planned to put himself under house arrest from the very beginning. His plan was to find someone to keep an eye on Escouber, one of the eye of the storm in the restless black community in Los Angeles. Ya ignored the identity of the opponent's top media person, and left early in anger. In fact, if you think about it, you know that as a media, there is only one goal, which is for news. The bigger and more exclusive the better, it is for this goal from the beginning to the end, and it has nothing to do with the people of Los Angeles.

"I do not understand what you are saying."

Barron asked: "So are you willing to cooperate with Mr. Johnson? The Grammy Awards will be presented at the end of this month. Mr. Johnson will satisfy you first, and then it will be your turn to repay him at the end of April. This kind of verbal transaction with payment first It’s a safe bet for you, whether you choose to fulfill your part or not. Of course, if you choose to be cheap and back out, there may be other stories between us.”

"Just stare?" Song Ya asked.

"Just keep an eye on it, like an old friend, and call every now and then and say, 'Hey, Cooper, what's going on with you,'" Barron said. "And then pass on the news to me as soon as possible."

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