Chapter 432

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The irascible Motura made Song Ya feel more at ease. Now the bodyguards are completely under the orders of Mariah Carey or herself, and then gradually replace her personal accountant, and then her agent...

"Mr. APLUS, Miss Kelly said that I'm going to meet friends at a nightclub in Queens, we should..."

The next afternoon, the captain of the bodyguard over there called.

"No." Song Ya flatly ordered to refuse.

Her protest call quickly followed, "What's the difference between your behavior and Tommy's!?"

Song Ya coaxed her, "Be good, my dear, we are still early from the final victory, and when he returns to New York from Neverland, he will inevitably settle accounts with us."

"I'm just talking about tonight. I'm going to meet my childhood friend," she said.

"You don't have to go to nightclubs at all, you can entertain at home." Song Ya replied.

She started acting like a baby again, "I want to go, okay, okay?"

"Can we talk about it after your new album and tour are finished? I'll accompany you then."

"You!" She hung up the phone angrily.

Become a demon just after being let go of the rein? Humph, Song Ya sneered and threw the phone on the sofa at will. Nuoda's villa was quiet and silent. Taraji and Amy had both gone to Los Angeles. The house was very deserted, so he sat down in the study.

"Well……"

There was nothing on the table in front of him, including the usual steaming coffee, open books, marked labels, etc. "Mike, I seem to have forgotten my schoolbag in the car." He picked up the landline.

"Your." Old Mike came quickly.

"Thank you." He took the schoolbag, took out the Utopia, and wrote notes according to the professor's request while reading.

Just after writing a short paragraph, I felt a little thirsty. I went to the coffee machine to work hard, and sat down again after finishing it. This time I didn’t even finish writing a paragraph, and I was hungry again.

"Damn philosophy!"

Hearing from the seniors that classical philosophy was quite interesting, when it came to Heidegger’s existentialism and the like, taking classes was like listening to heavenly scriptures. He decided to let go after completing the necessary core courses and not ask for guilt.

But now to solve the problem of hunger...

"Mawota! Mawota!"

After shouting for a long time, it was Old Mike who came, "They are playing outside, what's the matter?" Old Mike asked.

Opening the curtains and looking out, Mawota was playing shirtless on the basketball court with Tony and Muffler. A gardener was trimming branches in the distance, "I'm hungry."

"They ordered pizza and fried noodles."

"It's pizza again, I want something hot."

"Put it in the microwave and heat it up."

"..."

Taraji is not here, and even the cook is gone. It seems that he needs to hire one. The stomach problem should be solved first. He went downstairs and saw that the table in the living room was covered with take-out boxes of pizza and Chinese food. He went to pick one. I picked up two pieces that looked clean, and gnawed them back upstairs.

Halfway there, he turned around and went out to the side of the basketball court.

"Hey! Brother, go on!"

Tony threw the ball to himself, he caught it with one hand, adjusted, held the pizza in one hand, held the basketball in the other, sprinted a few steps, jumped high under the basket, and dunked the ball.

"Wow!" The other three people on the field uttered a strange cry, "AAAAPLUS!" Tony imitated the tone of the NBA commentator and applauded, "You are getting stronger and stronger my dear brother."

"Two on two?" The silencer scooped the ball into his hands.

"Wait until I finish eating." After eating two pieces of pizza in threes and fives, they wiped their hands on their clothes casually, and the four of them split up and started fighting lively.

They are all on their own, there is nothing to give up, the three of them are insiders who rely on their weight, and they don't have too many skills. They are assigned to the side with Tony to fight against Mavota and the silencer, and Tony sounds from time to time in the stadium. The whining amused and the clatter of the muscular bridge and hard horse.

It was getting dark, "I'm going to turn on the lights." Mawota ran to turn on the lights of the stadium.

"Forget it, let's stop here today." Song Ya waved his hand, picked up the clothes on the ground and wiped his sweat, the time for playing was over.

"My brother, you should play like this more, you are so busy every day." Tony followed up, "Didn't you practice dancing today?"

"The teacher is only here on weekends."

"But you're often away on weekends."

"Um."

He went back to his study and was about to continue with his studies when he found that Tony was still following him.

"What's wrong?"

Tony usually didn't go into the study, and after the security threats became less, he rarely ran around with him.

"I have something to do." With a rare hesitant expression on Tony's face, he rubbed his hands and went to the study sofa to sit down.

"Say it."

"Then I just said it?"

"Say it."

"Uh..." Tony twisted his face, probably thinking about his words, "Have you been concerned about the fluorescent agent business recently?" He asked.

"certainly."

Song Ya didn't understand why he asked this, "I'm going to New York to appear in court in August, for the fluorescent agent lawsuit."

Tony continued rubbing his hands again.

"Come on, my brother, when did you become so restrained?" Song Ya urged after glancing at the book in front of him.

"They said I should have a piece of that business, right?" Tony said.

"One for you? What do you mean?" Song Ya frowned immediately.

"Hey! You..." Tony gesticulated, "Right here, that party! The one Fergie threw!? Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember." Song Ya guessed what he wanted to say.

"I was the one who came up with the idea of ​​fluorescents for parties, and they say you made a lot of money with my idea..." Tony said.

"Who are they?" Song Ya asked vigilantly, "Who did you hang out with in Chicago recently?"

"That's it...that's them..." Tony shrugged and spread his hands, "Don't ask this, just say it makes sense? Creativity, my creativity can also be worth some money, right?"

Song Ya took a breath and rubbed the center of her eyebrows, "What do you want Tony?"

"I don't know, but I think it was my idea. I should get my share. Isn't that too much to ask? Alex." Tony lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "I can't always be you your followers, and you don’t need people around you now.”

creative...

Indeed, it was Tony who first did it by touching the fluorescent agent on his body and using it in the rave party, and he also helped himself to inspire IGottaFeeling by the way. It doesn't make sense that women can help Tianqi get all kinds of benefits, but don't give Tony a little bit, just like Delay gave himself the idea of ​​a synthetic sound company before, but he didn't bring him in when he started A+ audio company. I've been brooding about it all the time. It's normal to have such resentment in the capital society, but from the trend...

He thought of Mariah Carey and MJ's two greedy older sisters.

"How about you also hire a lawyer to talk to me?" Song Ya was willing to give it, but she didn't want to make this matter unclear, and everyone was unhappy in the end.

"Does that kind of person need to be involved in the family?" Tony shook his head, "I don't want too much, Alex, just give me enough to spend."

"Enough flowers?"

Song Ya felt disgusted when she heard this word, "Which level is enough? Blue-collar? White-collar? Or party every day, party all night? Like little Lowry?"

"Just... just let me appear decently in front of my friends. I'm your brother, the brother of the big star APLUS. I can't always pay the bills and people will talk bad about me behind my back."

"The kind of nightclub bill?"

Song Ya looked at him coldly, "Who have you played with recently? Stay away from them!"

"They're all decent people, and I won't hang out with people like Little Lowry again," Tony said.

"Where's your cheerleading girlfriend?"

"It's changed a long time ago. Now she's a dancer, a hip-hop dancer. I helped her find a role in your movie, and Yeremov helped." Tony replied honestly.

Song Ya shook her head, not wanting to care about the human relations of these extra characters, "I managed to get you out of the living environment of little Lowry, you can't go back, okay? If I find out, you won't get a penny .”

"I don't know Alex."

"Okay then..."

Song Ya thought for a while, "The security company affiliated to CNA has a professional security training institution. You go to sign up, study hard, and get all the official security personnel's certificates. Then I will arrange for you to go to Bahn Company to be a security executive. You also have to work hard for your position. After two or three years, some equity incentives for the company’s executives will be issued. Only then will you be able to get your share. It’s not much, but it should be enough. .If you can’t do it, or it’s still not enough, then it must be your problem.”

Tony complained a few words, but agreed.

When he left, Song Ya looked from the window at them who returned to the court to continue playing. This episode did not arouse any special emotions for him. After briefly losing his purpose in life after financial urgency, he is now in a new round of confusion.

Whether it is Quincy Jones or Spike Lee, these people will not directly attack themselves in the media, and the second-generation director in Hollywood has also left the fight. In short, no one in the circle is willing to offend a rising star for no reason. A-list singers and politicians are basically polite, and even the conspiracy to overthrow Motura, after a long delay, has nothing to stimulate him.

invest? Several companies are making money, and apart from the poor performance of Apple stock in the stock market, they have encountered almost no setbacks.

What are you doing now? Step by step, follow the heavenly inspiration record to make a movie, and then watch your net worth keep jumping up? Solving family problems caused by relatives? Constantly worrying about the management affairs of various companies?

My life goals became more and more blurred in a series of busy schedules. I remember that when I first met Yeremov, I was still ambitious to establish my own global record distribution system, but now I have thrown that ideal into a corner.

"Eremov, who are the most powerful people in the entertainment industry?" He called Yeremov.

"Most powerful? Michael Ovitz of CAA, Motura of Sony Columbia Records..." Yeremov replied.

"It's not selected by that kind of magazine, it's the ones who really hold power and call the wind and rain." Song Ya knew it wouldn't be those.

"Murdoch of News Corp., Redstone of Viacom? Anyway, you should look at the top of the wealth list." Yeremov said.