Chapter 428 Big Diamond Ring

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"So we haven't been discovered yet, have we?" she asked, taking a chance.

Song Ya frowned. As a man, he has done such things as setting up bugs, how can he persist in not listening to what his partner and others are talking about for a month? He put himself in another position and thought about it. I'm afraid it would be difficult for him to do it, "Maybe." Of course, this is not a good thing to say to Mariah Carey.

"Huh... That's good." She was very happy on the other end of the phone.

"But we have to be prepared, just in case, Mimi, are you really ready?" Song Ya asked her.

"I have done."

She didn't hesitate much, which moved Song Ya, "But can it be delayed for a while? My new album..." She said hesitantly.

"I hope so, but you know, it's not up to us."

After Song Ya finished chatting with her, she found the old Mike who was still working on the desktop machine: "How can we make the most of this bugging device?"

"Call the police?" Old Mike said, "You don't need to come forward, use the name of the company that bought this unit, and say you accidentally discovered it while checking the wiring."

"NYPD..."

Song Ya shook his head. Halfway through 1993, the New York mayoral election campaign has begun to fight hand-to-hand. Dingkins did not engage in a massive joint action to fight crime like Daly in Chicago, or to fight crime on the surface. He didn't dare to act like that, but intensified his efforts to curry favor with blacks and other ethnic minority immigrants with a large number of votes but a high crime rate, claiming that New York's mosaic-like multiculturalism is the most beautiful urban landscape in the world, and he is extremely proud of it.

The result of these two different responses is that Daly's re-election in Chicago is very stable, while Dingkins only defends the basics, and he has an inextricable fight with Giuliani, who vowed to fight crime with an iron fist after being elected.

As a group of police officers, regardless of whether the local government is a donkey or an elephant, their political orientation is generally partial to the elephant party and conservative. In addition, they have long-standing grievances against Dingkins' indulgent policies. Now they basically stand on Giuliani's side. side.

I have stood for Dinkins at the New Year's Eve party many times, and the friendship with the New York police is definitely not as good as that of Motura, who has been cultivating here for many years. Call the police. What if the other party's evidence cannot be caught? On the contrary, the relationship between myself and the company that bought it is difficult to hide from the law enforcement agencies.

"I think the safest way is to put this device back, and you take someone to guard it. When the other party comes to recover the tape or change the battery, they will get all the stolen goods, and then call the police." Song Ya said.

"Then I need a few capable helpers, and I have to arrange monitoring equipment for the weak electric well, and the risk of conflict is uncontrollable." Old Mike said: "It's hard to hide Miss Kelly's bodyguards upstairs, They come and go, and their vigilance is not low."

Here comes the problem, if you want to find an excuse to replace her bodyguard, you have to disclose this matter, which will scare the snake away. If she didn't poke it out, and couldn't avoid her bodyguards, she would sit quietly and wait...

"I'll think about it, give me a day, and then listen to the recording, and if there are no other problems, erase the phone between me and Mimi and put it back quietly."

Then there is only a forced change of bodyguards. Song Ya has a few potential candidates in mind, but before that, he is going to see Daniel, and it is time to properly reveal something to him.

The Waldorf Astoria Hotel, the banquet hall, where well-dressed upper class people gathered here, waiting for the opening of a charity jewelry auction held by the famous charity queen Mrs. Astor.

"Cheney vowed to help the Elephant Party win back the 'heart' of the military-industrial complex within four to eight years."

The whispered conversation of two old white men was heard by Song Ya, who happened to be passing behind. Cheney's name aroused his interest. This is the first time this year that he has been reconnected with the election.

"Waiter." He pretended to stop to ask for a drink, and continued to listen.

"Haha, he knew he was wrong?" Another person sneered, "Isn't he very happy to cut the army?"

"Not now,

That political animal. "

The man who started the conversation replied: "He and Rumsfeld are throwing all the blame on Dr. Kissing and Scowcroft."

"So they can kick Dr. Kissing and Scowcroft out?"

"Otherwise, how do you win the trust of the military-industrial complex again? As sinners, they just knelt on the ground and licked it with their tongues, and the Elephant Party has to lick the military-industrial complex back, otherwise they will still be no match for the donkey party in four or eight years."

"The military-industrial complex wants to drink blood."

"There's never a shortage of wars to fight, is there?"

Talking about this, the two found Song Ya standing not far behind, "Huh?" They showed vigilance on their faces.

"Hey, YO!" Song Ya put on the disguise of a hip-hop singer, raised her chin to the two, and said impolitely: "I'm looking for Daniel, Daniel Glass."

"APLUS, I recognize you haha."

The expressions of the two relaxed, and put on the typical white smile that implied a sense of looking down, "Daniel is over there, go."

Song Ya went to find Daniel who was sitting in the corner of the temporary auction seat, "People who come here like to talk about national affairs ah?" Sit down beside him.

"Don't underestimate, Mrs. Astor and her friends are very powerful in the political arena. Here, the Waldorf Astor Hotel used to belong to the Astor family, as did Newsweek." Daniel said lazily. Being emptied, I am very keen to participate in such activities recently.

"Let's chat alone?" Song Ya was not in the mood to care about this, he observed that many people began to take their seats.

"All right."

Daniel loosened his tie, picked up the auction number plate, and went outside with Song Ya, finding a secluded corner.

"I can't stand Motura."

When Song Ya said this, Daniel's eyebrows immediately raised.

"Maybe it's a good idea for us to find a way to work together again." There's nothing to be euphemistic about, and now that he's decided to do it, he cuts to the chase.

"You don't even want to send the second album to Sony Columbia Records?" Daniel still misunderstood, or no one imagined that he would be so courageous. "I haven't heard of any irreconcilable conflicts between you and Motura."

"Very irreconcilable."

Song Ya looked around and lowered her voice, "I mean, the position of president of Sony Columbia Records, you are very unhappy in EMI, right?"

Daniel looked WTF, opened his mouth wide, and looked at Song Ya for a long time before saying, "This reminds me of when you insisted on using Mira to sing de Klerk, you were still so impulsive in APLUS."

"I got that done, so it can't be considered impulsive, right?" Song Ya said.

"How do you plan to do this?" Daniel asked.

Song Ya shook her head, "It's not convenient to disclose it yet, but Daniel, don't tell me you don't want to be in charge of Sony Columbia Records, that's too hypocritical."

"What do you know?" Daniel's reaction was a bit unexpected, his eyes became very vigilant, "Who are you helping? Are you trying to use this as a bait to prevent me from jumping to the next house?"

"What next job? Wait, do you intend to change jobs and go to the next job?"

This news made Song Ya a little anxious, "Is there any next home that can compare to the thriving Sony Columbia Records?"

"You really don't know?"

"I really don't know, I swear."

Daniel sighed, "I plan to start my own record company with Doug Morris of Atlantic Records, and I will be his deputy."

"What?" Song Ya laughed, "You used to be the president of SBK, and he was the president of Atlantic Records. Now you are the president of EMI North America, and he is also the president of Atlantic Records. Then you said you were going to be his deputy?"

"Today is different from APLUS in the past." Daniel said a little decadently.

"Don't hesitate, you are a very good leader of a major record company, and your strategy in EMI North America is fine, it's just bad luck." Song Ya can't let him go now, trying to fool him, "Remember How did you convince me before? Those words still stick with me for life."

"You must do this?"

"must."

"You... what can you gain by doing this?"

"You also have to help deal with Motura. Also, when I release the second album, I don't want to turn against the company like I did in the first album."

Daniel didn't immediately agree, "I think about it, this is not a small matter APLUS, this is really not a small matter..." He walked back to the auction venue muttering.

The city is like him, and Song Ya still noticed a hint of joy from his face the moment he turned around. It is inevitable that this guy is not moved.

The auction items for the charity auction were all donated by celebrities or wealthy businessmen, including the organizer, Mrs. Astor, but she was not seen at the scene. Daniel came here to see a post-modern style painting. The chairs were full, and the two stood behind. After some bidding, Daniel spent more than 20,000 dollars to win the painting consisting of several simple color blocks. , something Song Ya couldn't understand at all.

"Congratulations to bidder No. 54, oh, it's Mr. Daniel Glass." The auctioneer lowered the hammer and gestured to this side with a smile.

The people sitting in front all looked back at Ying Yan, and some of them applauded slightly as a signal.

Daniel nodded to them with a smile, and the auction continued.

Song Ya didn't pay attention to this. Just now he revealed another movie clip. It was the actor and actress of the Apocalypse movie when he was chasing Kasiti in the rain last time. She and another man and a woman were also standing in the same position as himself. The man It implies that the girl kept raising the cards and successfully won a painting.

"Pure colorless seventeen-carat diamond ring, from the cutting-edge designer Arabo, the starting price is one million..."

"Aren't you going to buy something here?" Daniel said with a smile.

"Ah?" Song Ya was reminiscing about the plot of the apocalypse, but didn't find anything advanced.

Daniel pursed his lips on the stage, and the appearance of this huge shiny diamond ring made the bidders chatter in low voices.

"Mimi is jealous of the big diamond ring that MJ gave to Brooke Shields? Maybe I should give her one too? It just compensates for the premium she paid for buying a house in Tribeca, but it's just the meaning of giving a ring...it would be perfect if it were replaced with a necklace... "

Just as he was hesitating, the price had already been raised to 1.8 million by people who frequently raised placards.

"Such a big ring, I remember it should be more than this price?" He asked Daniel.

"Cartier and Tiffany are naturally more than that. This designer is not famous, and the jewelry brand he founded has no history." Daniel replied.

"1.87 million..."

Song Ya raised his hand impulsively, "1.88 million, this..." The auctioneer adjusted his glasses and saw himself clearly, "Mr. APLUS? Please show your number..."

"Uh..." Song Ya came here to ask Shirley Fleming for an admission invitation, and the number seemed to be... "No. 108!" He replied loudly.

This kind of reckless response caused the high society in front of them to cover their mouths and snigger in low voices.

But no one raised the price...