Chapter 441 New Assistant

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In Escouber's house, she was surrounded by stars, but at this party, she was treated politely but indifferently and even slightly mockingly. Song Ya knew that this was closely related to her current strength. In front of most black actors and singers, she was Absolutely successful people, but in front of real industry giants...

Where is this...

"You're more serious than old Mike today." On the car back to the hotel, he complained to Donovan.

"The CAA people at the party are a little bit too much." Donovan did not hide his true motives. He knew that the young singer in front of him was very shrewd and it would not be easy to hide it. "Uh, APLUS, it's time for us to talk about contract renewal." He said Said: "We have worked hard together for the past four years, and your career has developed rapidly."

"Yes." Generally speaking, Song Ya is still willing to continue to cooperate. In the first year, he had a lot of opinions on William Morris, but the cooperation in the next three years was generally pleasant, especially after CAA became bigger and started to cooperate in recent years. Some stores have become bullying customers, and there are frequent discords with their stars. Some stars complain that they even have to take care of eating and going to the toilet. Controlling their interactions with girlfriends and family members is considered normal.

And William Morris, especially Hayden, is at an absolute disadvantage to himself, and can avoid a lot of such shit.

"So?"

"I have a plan, Donovan, you know mine." The main reason is that he plans to compete with Motura in the future. He knows that his agent contract is a good bargaining chip for his helpers, such as MJ's agent Sandy Glenn, so for the time being Can't promise Donovan yet.

"Well, you always have a plan." Donovan had to stop talking about this topic, "Is there anything you need recently?"

"Yes, I am short of an assistant, and A+ Records also lacks a manager." Song Ya said: "Taraji is becoming more and more interested in acting. She goes to Ivana's class every day, and Yeremov also Need to help me stare in Hollywood, a dance out of my life will take up their time for almost a year. I don't have time to re-ground with new hands, let alone young people like Taraji who may be seduced by other temptations at any time , it is best that these two positions can be concentrated on one person, preferably a woman who can accompany me for a long time and has some personal contacts in the circle."

"Coincidentally, there is a candidate."

Donovan said, "Did you meet the MC at Escouber's yesterday?"

"Yes."

"There is a manager in MC's record company, Linda McCall, the wife of outdated black singer Louis McCall, who is a very capable black woman." Nodovan said: "I think it will be very suitable for you, Mouth is also strict."

"Very capable? But MC is about to go bankrupt." Song Ya was worried.

"MC spends money differently, he will go bankrupt sooner or later, it's none of Linda's business." Donovan said, "How about I arrange for you two to meet?"

"Okay." Song Ya nodded and agreed. The life without an assistant is really difficult, and I didn't feel it when I was busy with school.

The next day, Donovan called Linda to William Morris headquarters.

"Anything else you want, Linda?"

After chatting, Song Ya was very satisfied with this black woman in her thirties. She had an ordinary appearance and a figure that was already approaching Aunt Bucket. She always wore glasses. She looked inconspicuous but her thinking was quick and her conversation was orderly. Her qualifications are also very good. She has been helping MC since 1990, and has pushed that guy's music career to the top. She has a very good reputation in the circle. Song Ya got to know it, and everyone said that she was wrong to work for MC. people. Although her husband has passed away, his contacts in the black music circle are still there. In recent years, he has helped singer Keith Martin develop his career, and now he has transformed into a promotion manager, singer agent and other affairs.

"Give me some time to deal with the remaining affairs with MC." The arrival of the new employer APLUS is more like a pie from the sky to Linda McCall. MC's bankruptcy made her unlucky, and she didn't expect Can find such a good next job.

"What trouble does he have?" Song Ya asked.

"It has nothing to do with me. I will do my best to him." Linda said, "Why don't you go with me?"

"Where are you going?"

"MC's mansion."

Song Ya agreed, he was very interested in how MC lost tens of millions in two years.

A group of people drove to his manor in Los Angeles. When they entered the door, they saw a beautiful white racehorse being led into a special transport vehicle.

"Lite Light!"

Linda seemed to have a lot of affection for the horse, "Oh my God, he sold LiteLight too!" she said sadly, covering her mouth.

"Are you very affectionate?" Song Ya asked.

"She's won a lot of games, the MC loves her, we all love her."

It should be a mare. It seems that MC's thoroughbred horse team is also over. On the road, I passed a large empty stable, only a black male cleaner was forking grass, "Linda, you came at a bad time, he was drunk." The man saw Linda in the car.

"I'm here to say goodbye." Old Mike stopped the car, and Linda led Song Ya down.

"Damn it, then I'm not going to do it." The man dropped the pitchfork, "There's no horse here anyway, did you see LiteLight just now?"

"Yes, at the door." Linda replied.

"A good relationship is always short, isn't it?" The cleaner was quite poetic.

"How much money is not enough to burn this kind of beautiful life." Linda replied, saying goodbye to him, and a few people slowly spread in the beautiful manor with green grass to the entrance of the villa. Song Ya saw MC drunk and lying on the bed On the deck chairs by the swimming pool, a large group of white men in suits and leather shoes surrounded them.

"Please sign this document, and this." The other party gave him a pen and kept asking him to sign the document, but he didn't read it at all, and just signed it casually.

Linda went over and snatched the pen from MC's hand, "Don't sign anything in this state!" She yelled at MC.

"Linda? Fxxk! I'm finished...I'm finished..." He cried, "I'm at the end of my rope."

"Sir, I just verified that many of your wine cellars are fakes, which are not worth the previous bid at all."

At this time, an old man came out of the villa, followed by some workers, and the wooden wine racks of their small carts were full of red wine bottles.

"So... how much is that worth?" the MC asked.

"About two hundred and fifty thousand dollars." The old man replied.

"Fxxk! It cost me millions to fill up that wine cellar!" MC cursed, trying to stand up, but fell off the recliner and flopped on the ground for a long time without getting up.

"I told you earlier that you believed that liar who sells liquor!" Linda shouted seeing how angry and pitiful he was.

Song Ya helped him up, "A... APLUS? Are you here... to see my jokes?" He forced his drunken eyes, moved up and down in front of Song Ya's face, and it took a long time to recognize him.

"Linda will work for me in the future." Song Ya saw water and a glass next to the recliner, poured a glass of water for him, and glanced at the documents in the hands of the people in suits surrounding them, all of which were mortgages of fixed assets As for the resale documents, they seem to be people from the bank.

"Sir, you have to sign these documents today..." said a leading white woman.

"Fxxk, you all betray me, Linda, you bought a big house with me, and helped your husband open an art management company..."

MC poured water on his head, sobered up, and ignored those people, "You all rely on me to get rich."

"We made a fortune, but what about you!? You made countless times more than us! Where is your wealth?" Linda yelled at him, "Those horses? Wine? Cars? By the way, your car Woolen cloth!?"

She ran to the garage and looked around, "Where is that Ferrari? I saw it here yesterday!"

"Uh, I seem to, I seem to..." MC shook his head and recalled, couldn't explain clearly for a long time, but threw the water on Song Ya all over his head.

"He lost the key to Egg." The stable cleaner came after him and answered helpfully.

"Go find Egg and get it back! He's just a follower of your cousin!" Linda took out the mobile phone on the table and stuffed it into his hand, "And the things you gave to your cousins ​​and uncles, everything If you want to come back, it will add up to a lot of money!"

"I gave it to him, okay? It's too embarrassing to have something given back." MC replied.

"You're already bankrupt, don't you know that you've lost all your money?" Linda said, "Go get it back! That car can save you a lot of money, at a time like this! They What about the people? They should all be around to help you now!" She ran to the bankers and pulled a document out of their hands, "Keep these valuable investments! Cars, booze, TV stations, even houses!"

"Fxxk, let me die!" MC picked up the bottle and started drinking again.

Smiles appeared on the faces of the bankers around, "Linda, give it back to me, he has to sign these documents today, okay?" The man stretched out his hand to ask for it.

Song Ya felt that MC's body was slipping down, and she didn't bother to support him, so she threw him back on the recliner, "Linda, you can't help me enough."

Linda had no choice but to return the file, looking at the MC who was drunk again, feeling very disappointed, "Let's go, APLUS."

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