Chapter 716 APLUS Bite You

Latest website: "What? Dorothy, what do you mean? I'm talking with APLUS, you don't need to reach a cooperation with his A+CN first."

Pierre Sutton and others lived in another hotel not far away, and Dorothy called him immediately after receiving Gordon's invitation.

"I'm sorry, I've made a decision. A+CN will start broadcasting in October. You guys have delayed talking with him for too long."

Dorothy responded unhappily: "Do you know the allure of the first African-American 24-hour serious news station to African-American media people? My head anchor has been doing it deliberately since he got the offer from A+CN. It's awkward, if I don't let her go, she will definitely break the contract and leave, she knows a lot of things in the station, I can't risk the reputation of the first black women's TV station."

"The Inner City Broadcasting Company has a board seat in your TV station and has voting rights. After the meeting..." Pierre Sutton said.

"Sorry, the board of directors and I have agreed that A+CN will inject one million dollars into us and get a board member." Dorothy replied.

"Oh Comeon Dorothy, you're throwing away me and my father's years of friendship for a million?"

Pierre Sutton was in a hurry, "It's only one million, when I get this round of capital injection..."

"Can you have it?" asked Dorothy.

"Of course, now that APLUS has a new competitor, I will negotiate a better price!"

"That's it! You think things too well, Pierre!" Dorothy raised her voice, "I've read about your negotiations, and you're asking too much! So eager for APLUS's money but never giving back? That's Thirty million! Don't think I don't know your plan, thirty million is just enough for the inner city broadcasting company to burn until 1999, right? And then? Introduce new capital entry balance APLUS, and continue to keep your position?"

"I don't care about my position. My father and I have served African-American politicians and media people for more than 20 years. This company must be under our management, otherwise no one will be at ease! Do you think Mr. Dinkins still has Will other New York politicians, African-American politicians in Washington trust the executives sent by APLUS?"

"Ha! You are still thinking about these questions..."

Dorothy said: "I'm going to Washington immediately, and signed the contract with APLUS, just tonight. Before I go, based on my friendship with your father for many years, I remind you, Pierre, stop lying in bed and dreaming, look back , look at your own inner-city broadcaster!"

"What are you looking at? What do you mean Dorothy? Hey! Hello?" Pierre Sutton stared blankly at the beeping microphone for about ten seconds,

Then he called his subordinates, "Dorothy's TV station is going to cooperate with A+CN and accept the other party's capital injection. Have you heard the rumor?"

"No, I only know that the best anchor in her family wants to jump to A+CN to partner with Gordon."

The subordinate replied: "However, five people from the Washington branch submitted their resignations, and they were all effective editors and administrators just before they got off work."

"Five? How many people are there in total at Radio Washington? Where do they jump to? It is already one of the best jobs for African-American broadcasters, close to the center of power, and has great influence..." Pierre Sutton said.

"I don't know, but there must be a new company poaching so many people at once."

"Oh I see."

Pierre Sutton remembered Dorothy's warning, but smiled, "APLUS is warning me, he must have been mad just now, blame Quincy Jones and Russell Simmons, they tricked me into coming to Washington, face to face Good cynicism for APLUS, they had a run at DefJam Records."

"Aren't we going to fight back?" the subordinate asked.

"No, I'll talk to the general manager of Radio Washington first." Pierre Sutton hung up the phone and dialed a mobile number.

"Mr. Sutton, you know everything?" This was the first sentence the other party said.

"I see, you guys..."

"Yes, I'm... sorry."

"No, it's common for people to come and go..."

"It's best if you can think like this. I will hand over the work, don't worry."

"Okay... uh, wait, wait, wait, what do you mean by handing over the work?" Pierre Sutton suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

"Both the editor-in-chief and I have decided to go to Chicago. Gordon's new TV station needs people..."

"WTF! When did you decide? Do you want Washington Radio to open the skylight tomorrow?" Pierre Sutton finally became anxious, "You guys are betraying, listen, I know you have always been dissatisfied with the company's New York-centric, But you can't do that! At a time like this..."

"Sorry, it's been decided. We just talked with APLUS. We couldn't refuse to participate in the establishment of the first black 24-hour news station. I will go there as the general manager. This is also my mission..." The other party answer.

"What shit mission, you..."

The phone was hung up, "Fxxk!" He packed up and went to the next door to call the entourage, "Let's go back to the hotel where APLUS stayed, right now!"

"You can't do this! WarrenG!"

Russell Simmons, who was talking on his mobile phone, also pushed open the door, "You are the most important singer in the company at present, PolyGram has helped you eliminate all interference, and Lyle Cohen will continue to run the company as the president, you Already at DefJam..."

"No, no, don't tell me that you just came to Washington to chat with APLUS. You will make the management of Polygram very dissatisfied. They can't stand the fact that just spent a lot of money to completely control DefJam, and the top singer will make a fuss immediately I want to leave. No, no, you are the number one, you are the biggest number one, your records sell better, his status in the company is just a historical reason, trust Lyle, he will correct all this soon!"

Russell Simmons also saw Pierre Sutton, "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Being killed by you, APLUS was so angry that he directly poached my people." Pierre Sutton rolled his eyes at him and hurried on his way.

"That kid started biting haha, don't worry, he doesn't have many tricks to use."

Russell Simmons shouted to his back: "In this case, simply accept our capital injection, and of course the conditions should be lowered."

"Fxxk, Russell, you still want to take advantage of the fire? Take care of your own troubles! APLUS hates you more than me."

Pierre Sutton shook his hand back unhappily.

"This guy……"

Russell Simmons walked to the knocked door on another floor, "Hey, follow me to meet WarrenG, he..."

"Boss is in Mr. Jones' room." said the attendants who were having a party.

"Kidada was only dating you at that time, OK? I promise!"

Quincy Jones was reassuring the distraught, "This is just APLUS's revenge, the America Music website is his, don't you understand?"

Walking up and down his room with his head in his hands, "I'm screwed, I'm going to get ridiculed on the west coast like Biggie, absolutely, they don't care what the truth is…"

"Don't be so fucking useless, an unsourced Internet... message, and it's just been posted." Quincy Jones scolded him.

"Now it has been promoted to the first place in the hip-hop singer section, and people keep posting, the person who broke the news said a lot of details about Kidada's relationship with 2PAC behind my back, it seems true, no, it is true , Exactly! You are the fucking one, you fucking told your bitch to restrain himself, is it worth showing off to the media with a few letters from 2PAC!?"

Exploding foul language.

"Keep your mouth clean! I don't allow anyone to insult my daughter in front of me!" Quincy Jones was also furious.

"Then you go home and discipline yourself!" He slammed the door and went out.

"Let's go to war." Russell Simmons laughed.

"I'm going to tear that kid from APLUS, he thinks he's clean? He still hasn't wiped a lot of ass in Chicago!" Quincy Jones was so angry that he picked up the phone and called his youngest daughter who works at VIBE Magazine, "You Where's my sister?"

"She's in the room, she seems to be arguing with someone on the Internet, I laughed so hard, she kept typing cursing..."

"Oh M-Fxxk tell her to stop right now and stop talking the fuck out!"

The old man was almost fainted.

"Tell her yourself."

"Give her the phone."

"Well...she didn't answer, she said she doesn't want to talk to others now."

"Unplug her network cable!"

"Sorry, I don't dare to..."