Chapter 721 ?

The next day, at the Malibu seaside villa, Song Ya was lying on the sofa with his wife in his arms, eating melons from Madonna and 2PAC.

The pop queen uncharacteristically did not respond to Kidada Jones' revelation, and even quietly asked her about the inside story through Warner's channel and said hello, trying to confuse the matter in a low-key manner. Her philatelist has changed to a young fitness trainer with a good figure, and she seems to have been fascinated by that new boyfriend. Not long ago, she also claimed to give birth to him. This scandal made her quite uncomfortable in front of her new boyfriend. Awkward.

After the majority leader of the Senate, Bob Dole of the Elephant Party, spoke to attack the hip-hop music industry, the current prison of 2PAC limits his frequency of contact with the outside world. The reporter has not been able to interview the rumored actor himself, but it is rumored that There are quite a few passionate love letters from Madonna to him.

Facts have proved that Kidada Jones really had a clue, and now the media has begun to enter a new round of carnival. While enjoying the unexpected joy of the visits to the American music website and the surge in sales reported by Louise, Song Ya also decided to give the influence In order to save face, the powerful Madonna ordered Delay to start restricting the quarrels of fans from all sides in the discussion board, so as to prevent the subsequent development from getting out of control.

This made Mariah Carey, who is very competitive, gloated a little. After finishing filming and recording, she hugged the TV to watch entertainment news as soon as she got home.

"Don't be too excited. Madonna's own record company has launched a new rock star, Alanis Morissette, this year. Her album Jagged Little Pill has a very good sales momentum and is likely to break through 10 million."

Song Ya poured cold water on her who was cheerful, "Madonna has also entered the new field of a successful record company owner, and her ranking in the power list of the entertainment circle will be greatly improved this year. There is also a country music circle. Shania Twain was born, and her The Woman In Me album sold very well, and everyone agreed that she would be the new DIVA."

"What do rock and country have to do with me, I sing adult ballads and R&B..."

She didn't take it seriously, "Did you actually see 2PAC go into her dressing room before?"

"Why am I lying to you? I really saw it, but I thought Madonna was just playing around." Song Ya said, "Don't be like that daughter of Quincy Jones who broke the news."

"I won't." She rolled her eyes.

'Aplus's two ex-girlfriends clashed again, this time in Italy! '

Suddenly, the TV suddenly switched to the next gossip news,

Mariah Carey's defense radar was turned on immediately, she straightened up suddenly, and put her hand on Song Ya's lower abdomen, ready for domestic violence at any time.

"Ah..." Song Ya shrank her neck unexpectedly.

'Yesterday, hip-hop actress Fergie flew to Rome Fashion Week to watch the show, and met Milla Jovovich who had been jealous of her on the runway. According to reports from the scene, the two had fierce verbal and physical conflicts in the background ...'

The TV screen cut to the scene, and Mira on the stage was in the same frame as Fergie and Amy in the auditorium next to her. Mira was concentrating on the catwalk, while Fergie looked at her with a smirk on her face, raised one hand, Made a gesture of dissatisfaction like 'look at'.

"Fxxk, this girl is making trouble again!" Song Ya was angry, "Linda, give me the phone!"

"Our money printing machine is not good."

Zheng Gong used force.

"Mira, Mira! How did you and Luc meet? Do you have any cooperation plans? Will you be the heroine of Besson's new project?"

As soon as the picture changed, Mira was holding the hand of a middle-aged Caucasian man at night, appearing as a couple outside a cafe in Rome, and was blocked by reporters.

Song Ya just took the phone, and watched this scene with a big mouth, with complicated emotions, "Who is this man?"

"Luc Besson, a great French director, he directed last year's 'This Murder Is Not So Cold'." Linda replied.

Mira, who wore red lips and heavy makeup, smiled at the camera, and then waved her hand to indicate that she would not accept the interview, while Luc Besson walked inside with his head bowed in a gentlemanly manner.

"Let's talk about the conflict between you and Miss Fergie. What happened backstage?" The reporter asked again.

"Uh huh."

This time she stood still, and said proudly to the camera: "She? A little CopyCat (follower), I don't want to waste words on her."

"Tell me, what do you mean by following the wind ghost?"

"What's the point? She's always playing with what I've left." Mira dropped her sentence, and Luc Besson, who was stepping on high heels and holding back a smile, walked away.

"Haha, play with the rest, hahaha! The word copycat is also funny, like two little girls who are a few years old are arguing." Mariah Carey let go of her hand, and sneered at her little husband who was already stunned.

Don't be cautious, don't be kind

You're committed, I'm your crime

Push my button anytime

You got your finger on the trigger, but your trigger finger's mine

"Mila should mean that Fergie found her ex-boyfriend, and also bought luxury houses and private jets in California like her?" The host in the studio analyzed, accompanied by some large luxury old photos of Fergie and Mira , they are really similar, and then there are couple photos of the two and Song Ya in public.

"Is it Hayden!? Come in!" Song Ya saw Hayden poking his head in at the door.

Hayden slipped in obediently, leaning against the wall.

"What's the matter with you? Didn't you know beforehand that they would meet?" Song Ya scolded him.

"Uh, I didn't know that Mira was on the catwalk..." Hayden glanced at Mariah Carey, who didn't seem to care much, "I thought it was impossible for her to be in a big show of that level based on her current situation... "

"What's going on with them backstage?" Song Ya asked.

"Fergie took Amy to the backstage to meet Luc Besson, saying that she wanted to help her find opportunities with the French director, and then it happened that Luc Besson was approaching Mira, she was so angry that she went up and exchanged words with Mira, She ridiculed that Mira is now worthless, and she has a private jet. Mira countered that she would only imitate herself in every way, and even the private jet was also of the same type that could not fly directly to Europe. She was furious and jumped on it to try to fight. Got caught by other people present. Just a small episode."

Hayden confessed, "Anyway, this kind of news is good for both of them's topicality, so we just shut down the content related to Amy."

Song Ya made up the picture, "According to Fei Ji's character, I guess I can't bear it?"

"She's furious. You'd better say hello to her manager, Pai Kingsley. Fergie is going to Italy with another small co-manager from CAA."

Hayden replied: "I don't represent Fergie, I can't control it."

"Then let me make a call?" Song Ya asked his wife.

"Let's fight." Mariah Carey said generously.

"Now people outside are laughing at me as her follower, woo woo woo..." Fergie seemed to break down emotionally, and cried loudly on the other end of the phone, "She said that I would learn from her when I buy everything, you don't know, yesterday she was In front of me and Amy, the expression on the big director's arm proudly is so disgusting, I really want to slap her hard..."

Silver dollar, golden flame

Dirty water, poison rain

Perfect murder, take your aim

I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name

By the way, you've been uninvited

'Cause all you say are all the same things I did

"You asked for it. You chased after Italy to make troubles. If you continue to make your own way, I will take back the song for you!" Song Ya warned sternly.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooth

"Puff." Mariah Carey laughed with her ear on the back of the phone.

"Who is it?" Fergie screamed immediately, "I hate you APLUS!" She hung up the phone.

"There's really nothing to do with these little girls!" Song Ya threw the phone back to Linda, "Call Pakinsley, don't let Fergie talk nonsense."

"Wow, is this the new digital video camera from Sony?"

Hayden realized that the boss's anger was about to be placed on him, and hurried to survive. He picked up the Sony DCR-VX1000 on the table in front of Song Ya and pretended to look at it, "I heard that this thing is very popular recently, and those in the San Fernando Valley are willing to increase the price." Ten thousand knives to get one."

"Why?" Song Ya's attention was diverted.

"It's easy. Now the male lead can be a photographer, and he can start shooting with it in his hand. The two of them can finish a small movie, saving money and trouble." Hayden replied.

"Really?" Song Ya was thoughtful.

"APLUS." Someone came again, this time it was Ms. Sloan, leading Pierre Sutton, and a black woman born in the plane, "I'm sorry to chase you here and disturb you and your wife."

Sloan noticed that Mariah Carey was looking him up and down with vigilant eyes, "Is it convenient to talk? Pierre brought a new decision from the inner city broadcasting company."

"Well, look, Mimi..." Song Ya looked at his wife in embarrassment.

"Hmph." She lay on the sofa and refused to move.

"Then let's talk here, there are no secrets between our husband and wife." Song Ya said to the visitor.

When Hayden took the opportunity to slip away, "APLUS, I apologize for our previous conflicts." Pierre Sutton seemed to have completely corrected his mentality in front of himself, and said humbly: "We had contact with Quincy Jones yesterday. However, the two parties have yet to reach an agreement.”

"Why? Is it convenient to disclose?" Song Ya asked.

"They put forward conditions similar to Ms. Sloan's four-point demand ..." Pierre said.

Copycat trying to copy my manner

Watch your back when you can't watch mine

Copycat trying to cop my glamor

Why so sad bunny you can't have mine?

"Those followers." Song Ya contemptuously popped out the new words he had just learned.

"What?" Pierre Sutton didn't understand.

"CopyCat, forget it, don't care about these..."

"Mr. Dingkins and I decided to take the negotiation with you one step further. First of all, we are willing to do the first thing in the request, that is, to officially provide you with information on the actual assets, liabilities, and equity structure of the Inner City Broadcasting Company. As well as all the current operating, litigation, guarantee and tax risks of the affiliated company..."

Pierre was empty-handed, "But before that, I want to give you some information that we can't provide in official documents. Uh, these contents need to be kept strictly confidential."

Song Ya asked for instructions again, and this time he got his wife's permission, "Then come with me." He got up and took Pierre and Ms. Sloan to the small room.

The Inner City Broadcasting Company seems to have been cornered. This time, Pierre took the initiative to reveal some interest transfer relationships that could not be evidenced in black and white. Will is the biggest recipient of the profits of the Apollo Theater, and it's no wonder that yesterday he and Percy Sutton put aside their feuds and met themselves at the Comptroller's house with the other three of the Manhattan quartet.

Of course, these benefit transfers are not all dirty deals. The inner city broadcasting company will also afford to provide care for the families of the victims who were killed in the early years, especially when the affirmative movement reached its peak in the 1960s, such as Marko, who is more radical than Dr. King. Malcolm X was shot and killed by extreme white people in 1965, and the inner city broadcasting company allocates some money to take care of his widow every year.

In the early morning, after the meeting, he sent Pierre away, and walked with Ms. Sloan on the private beach with some regrets, "What Pierre provided is shocking. These surviving black politicians enjoyed everything brought by the martyrs. Good thing to go, but it's pretty much totally corrupt now, like these guys who are taking advantage of inner city broadcasters. Maybe Malcolm X was right when he said 'the black man's worst enemy is the white left', don't look at the ass now The mainstream factions of the party are courting black politicians, but they are actually raised with another attitude of looking down and pity, no different from cats and dogs at home. profit..."

"You want to change that?" Ms. Sloane asked, raising her eyebrows.

"NO! I don't have that much ambition, just go with the flow."

psych!

By the way, you've been uninvited

'Cause all you say are all the same things I did

Copycat trying to copy my manner

Watch your back when you can't watch mine

Copycat trying to cop my glamor

Why so sad when you can't have mine?

"That?"

"Since the Inner City Broadcasting Company is willing to meet our first requirement, let Alicia and Morningstar start the valuation process after getting the real information they provided." Song Ya made a decision.

"Honey?" Mariah Carey appeared behind the two of them alertly.

"Then I'm leaving, goodbye APLUS, goodbye, Mrs. Song." Ms. Sloan left with a wink.

"Look at you, have you seen it this time? We really have a working relationship."

Song Ya hugged his wife and complained.

"Really, it's not that you are too fond of girls." She pouted and said, "Look, it's been a long time since we broke up, and my ex-girlfriends are still tearing each other up..."

"What does that have to do with me?"

Song Ya said, and the picture of Mira holding Luc Besson appeared in his mind again, and his heart seemed to be disturbed by something, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

The wife in his arms snorted arrogantly twice.

"By the way, Mimi, come on..."

He remembered Hayden's words again, and went to get Sony's new digital video camera, "Come here."

"what?"

"Look, now we can also shoot some commemorative videos of our own, please lower down, lower down, umm, good boy..." He carried the camera, and the lens gradually moved from a parallel angle to directly below.