Chapter 61 On the Right Track

After the location of the recording studio is selected, everything should be on the right track. With the help of Song Asheng, Song Ya registered an A+ copyright and asset management company, injecting the copyright and subsequent royalties of the second-hand store and De Klerk into With this company, relying on these two excellent assets and some synthetic sound invention copyrights, it is easy to borrow money from the bank to prevent the capital chain from breaking.

Song Ya personally injected another 500,000 knives into the new company, and then the initial investment of A+ Audio and A+ Records will be borrowed from this new company. They are not subsidiaries, but exist as two independent companies. If they are taken off in the future In other words, Song Ya can get out as long as he chooses to go bankrupt.

A+ Audio borrowed 100,000 yuan. In addition to Delay's salary and equipment, he also paid for a Silicon Valley audio guru's consulting fees for coming to Chicago every weekend to earn extra money, as well as hiring fees for recruiting musicians to participate in synthetic sound production. In addition, this company has to spend real money to buy Song Ya's synthetic sound invention. Although it is left-handed and right-handed, it is necessary to settle the accounts clearly.

A+ Records borrowed 200,000 yuan to pay the rent of 401A, the decoration and equipment costs of the recording studio, and to pay for the production of the new single I Feel It Coming, which includes the remuneration of Delay and Al. Of course, Song Ya’s The remuneration of signed singers cannot be less.

150,000 to the stock broker to buy the next investment portfolio, including a series of hardware manufacturers such as IBM, Wang An Computer, Texas Instruments, NSC, Intel, Cisco, Compaq, etc. As for software... the market is very chaotic now, many companies Turning up and down, Song Ya really didn't dare to set foot.

With the remaining 50,000, he voted for Leonardo DiCaprio (later referred to as Xiao Lizi, too many words) for two small-budget films next year.

At present, none of the three companies have independent financial and legal personnel, and Song Ya has all been contracted by Song Asheng and Goodman.

Although the sparrow is small and well-equipped, the Chinese decoration team hired by Song Asheng worked quickly. When Dilai arrived in Chicago, the project was just finished. Although some paint was not dry, there was no saying that inhaling harmful substances would affect health. He and Al officially started the project , The moving company pulled the old equipment of Lao Qiao Music from the warehouse, and the two began to direct the workers to build the recording studio.

Once the company's game is started, it will start burning money every minute and every second. Besides going to school and practicing songs, Song Ya spends a lot of time every day signing for various expenses.

"A piece of sound-absorbing material fell off the wall, and you told them to quickly rework it."

"What microphone stand costs three hundred dollars?"

"Hire five professional cellists for one sound effect? ​​Too expensive, just hire amateurs for sampling."

"We won't pay the hotel massage bill for that old guy in Silicon Valley!"

"Can't Old Joe's old record player be used? The new one has many functions but...forget it, it's a waste of money."

"Order another Yamaha synthesizer, right? You pick the one with the lowest price."

Song Ya was holding the phone while complaining and signing, when there was a knock on the door, Al let Hayden in.

"Wow, nice place."

As soon as Hayden came in, he flattered, "The two signs of A+ Audio and A+ Records at the door are also very well designed."

Song Ya looked up and looked around the office where there was only a clothes hanger except for cheap desks and chairs.

"Hahaha, it's a bit rough now, but it will be better in the future."

Hayden did it himself, moved a folding chair and sat opposite Song Ya, "How's the single production going?" he said.

"It's still in the early stage, what about you? What are the conditions of each family in New York?" Song Ya asked.

Hayden took out the notebook from his bag and opened it, "SBK, Daniel's attitude is very clear. If you want to change your singing style, you can't be like MJ, and you can't let outsiders think that SBK has a singer who learns from MJ. He can't stand the situation where MJ is. The cynicism of the Sony Columbia Media machine started. As long as you are willing to change the singing, he promised other conditions can be negotiated, of course,

Whatever you decide on the matter, I think you should visit him on your first stop in New York. "

"So there's nothing to talk about?"

Song Ya is still unwilling to change the apocalypse song. If there are more apocalypse in the future, then we will talk about it later, and... "Do you know about Robert?" He asked Hayden.

"What?" Hayden asked.

"Delay told me that Robert was never sent to Manila at all. After Daniel sent me back to Chicago, Robert returned to SBK as if nothing happened. Everyone there knew it, but I was kept in the dark." He said Pointing to Hayden, "You better really not know."

"I really don't know." Hayden shrugged, "This Delay, you will inform me as soon as you leave SBK..."

He saw Song Ya glaring over, "Although I don't know, I can guess that after Daniel became the general manager of SBK, he wanted to integrate EMI's resources in North America, and he set his sights on EMI North America. As for the position of president, Robert...has a very good relationship with EMI's head office in the UK."

"What do other companies say?" Since she didn't plan to cooperate with SBK, Song Ya didn't bother to worry about it.

"Atlantic Records doesn't have much opinion on the singing, but the president, Doug, still insists on the condition of releasing the album within one year, and downgraded the follow-up publicity resources."

"As for Sony Columbia, Motura is not even interested in giving me a chance to talk. It's still the same as before. If your finished or semi-finished product satisfies him, he will help release it. Second-tier singer resources."

"The conditions of other big companies are not as good as these three. Some small and medium companies came to me one after another, but..." Hayden pointed to Song Ya's desk, "You have established your own business, so why use them?"

Hayden's words made sense. Song Ya thought about it calmly. If he could see Cooper last time, he would have had a good discussion with Cooper. He used the all-mi black DJ to make the list, and then relied on the bulletin board list to promote the goods. routine. But Cooper ran away in a hurry, and now he is also in the group. The movie "Street Boys" he participated in is scheduled to be released in July next year, and Mira's return to the blue coral reef in August, one after the other, are both produced by Columbia Pictures issued.

"I can only record a semi-finished product first. When the electronic accompaniment part of this song has a prototype, I think the big record companies will change their minds."

Unexpectedly, the third apocalypse song is so deflated in this era, and now he can only pin his hopes on new ideas in technology.

After sending Hayden away, he continued his busy work, "YO!" After an unknown amount of time, Al came in, "Let's go home." He said.

Song Ya looked at the time, it was already half past eleven in the evening.

"Okay." He and Al walked out of the office and saw that the lights in the recording studio were still on, and Delay was full of energy and was sorting out the day's samples in there.

"Let's go, I'll finish it in a while."

DeLay rented a house nearby, moved here with his girlfriend, and settled down in Chicago.

At the door, Song Ya picked up a few personal resumes of men and women who wanted to be singers that had been stuffed through the crack of the door, and flipped through them casually. One of the resumes of a black girl also had a photo attached.

"WTF!"

The photo turned to the last page, and the two saw something hot-eyed, and Al yelled.

Song Ya rolled her eyes and threw her resume into the shredder.

Al drove, and the two dragged their exhausted bodies back home...

"Surprise?!"

As soon as the door was opened, the dark room was suddenly bright. Aunt Susie was holding little Freddy, Tony and 'Muffler', Connie and Tyron, and Emily. , colorful stripes were flying in the room, and a big cake was placed on the table.

The clock on the wall is exactly twelve o'clock.

He looked at Al behind him, and Al patted him on the shoulder with a sly look on his face, "Happy birthday, APLUS."

"Oh yes, after twelve o'clock is the birthday of the original owner of my body..."