Chapter 790 APLUS in the Darkness

It's not that all white people don't know how to make trouble. In Chicago, Cassidy took people to the streets. This time it was a joint operation with other organizations.

"Cassidy...Miss McKee, isn't it?"

Before departure, she was approached by a proud blonde rich girl surrounded by a large group of people, "I'm sorry, you and your speeding party members are not welcome to participate in our event."

"Why? We submitted the application, and it was approved." Kasiti glared at her, gritted her teeth and replied, "Elizabeth, everyone is very dissatisfied with the verdict of the Simpson case."

"Because this is a peaceful protest and you radicals are not needed, that's it, stop following and get back into your rat's nest!"

The rich girl put her hands in the pockets of her windbreaker, domineering, "No one here wants to be photographed standing with the guys who supported the Oklahoma City bomber." She winked, and some men responded Go forward and confiscate the placards and flags of Cassidy and the others.

"Hey, stay away from us!"

The bikers wearing motorcycle vests pushed and shoved them, and soon, it developed into punching each other.

"Police!"

Elizabeth immediately backed away, and the police officers who were standing by the side of the road rushed over when they heard her call, and dispersed the team of Kasiti and others. Cassidy pushed a few steps and kept pushing, pushing around the corner of the street.

"Do you know her, Cassidy?" Vic's old colleague asked, looking around.

"Who doesn't know it, the daughter of former Secretary of Defense Cheney." Cassidy replied.

"So you know..."

Vic's old colleague glared at her unhappily, "Then don't make things difficult for us! The superiors ordered us to take care of her, go, take your people, clean up, don't make trouble here, or you and your people will be together next time If you are arrested, don't expect to be taken care of by us again, let's go, leave immediately!"

"Damn it, damn it!"

After being thrown off by the main force, Kasiti asked her companions to pack up the scattered placards and walked across the street alone, "Go back when you're done, I'm going to meet a secret donor."

"Say hello to him for us."

The middle-aged woman who was in charge of the accounts in the team shouted to her back: "The funds are only enough to last until next week. Looking at today's situation, there is a high probability that our actions will not be reported by the media..."

"I know I know."

Kasiti waved her hands back impatiently, crossed two streets vigilantly, and quickly got into a black car.

Still no nonsense, after some lingering, she put a high-necked bottoming shirt on her head contentedly.

"Um?"

She was too tight in the car, and her head was stuck in the neckline.

"It's over early today." Song Ya reached out to help, and her long golden hair escaped smoothly first, spreading it loose.

"Yes, I was disturbed by a bitch."

Cassidy gave him a kiss in thanks, "It's still your law school senior."

"I'm early in law school."

Song Ya smiled bitterly. According to his intermittent school schedule, it will take at least 1997 to get an undergraduate degree and then prepare for the LSAT (Law School Admissions Test). "Do you regret it? Kasiti." He asked: " If what happened to your father hadn't happened, you'd probably be sitting in a business school classroom at the University of Chicago the next year."

"Now I don't have time to think about that..."

Kasiti's gaze became a little dim, "We'll wait until Dad gets out of prison. His former colleagues said that there are many criminals in the prison he is in. The FBI is deliberately retaliating."

"Vic will be fine, someone is taking care of him in secret."

Song Ya persuaded her: "But it is difficult for him to get out of prison in a short period of time. The FBI collected a lot of charges. You can't spend all your life on these street activities. If you want to take this road to politics, then your extreme The position is a big problem, you have to rely on the middle line. Before it is too late, continue your studies. When you are attacked in the future, you can say that it was just your ignorance when you were young.

And you can't go in and out of the police station so frequently anymore, look, your skin is much rougher..."

"Yeah?"

Kasiti rolled up her sleeves and touched her arm, "It seems to be really..."

"Right? And now that the limelight has passed, from next year I will find a way to quietly send some small donations through your account, although it is not much, because I rarely go out to earn cash now..."

Song Ya said sincerely: "Stay away from politics on campus, and when you come out, change your face and draw a line with those extreme white people. You have done enough for your father, far beyond what a daughter who is still studying can do."

"Well, I'll think about it."

During this period of time, he persuaded her more than once, and Cassiti listened to it today, "After meeting Elizabeth just now, I really feel that the future is bleak. The resources of those children of politicians are not comparable to people like me."

"Elizabeth? Who?"

"As far as I said, your senior from the law school, Cheney's daughter, the eldest daughter." Cassetti replied.

"Hehe, nonsense, she can enter the State Council to work as soon as she graduates from university. After the party was resigned, her father went to the oil company. She turned around and entered the law school. I don't know if she got admitted with her real skills..."

Song Ya also heard about Cheney's daughter in law school. Michelle's husband said that the woman didn't seem to even take classes, and was only busy with her family, business and political activities. Her resume was so beautiful that she went straight to inherit her father's career. up.

"Do you have something on your mind today?" Kasiti asked suddenly, "When I did it just now, I always seemed to want to say something but hesitated."

"No, I've never been more focused on doing that kind of thing."

Song Ya giggled and laughed with her. After the two parted, their expressions collapsed. He originally planned to encourage Kasiti to take advantage of the white people's dissatisfaction with the black people after Simpson was acquitted and bring MJ in to protest. As Gordon revealed, the accounting issues between MJ and the insurance company broke out.

The extreme white organization has nothing to do with me, and my black subordinates absolutely can't think of it, except for Linda who knows that she and Kasiti still have a relationship.

But it was Linda's attitude towards MJ that made him swallow his words, and Cassity's current living conditions...

Song Ya can't bear to continue to sit and watch the girls carry out such dangerous street activities. When Peter succeeds in the election, Vic's case probably no longer requires her to show her face to earn donations from extreme white people, and she has fallen into a trap where she can't attract people if she doesn't do anything. The public pays attention to making donations, but if they do something wrong, they will be arrested and sent to the police station to pay lawyer fees and bail. After such a long time, apart from guaranteeing Vic’s lawyer fees, her small organization is still in a state of turmoil. Difficult situation with no last stop.

Because her position is too extreme, she has no room for political advancement, and it is meaningless to persist.

And MJ is indeed a kind person, as can be seen from the fundraising accounts of the inner city broadcasting company that he got, Oprah and a large number of African-American celebrities like to pay lip service, and MJ’s pen and pen are all donations. He seems to have donated all his tour income from his last album, which is a huge sum of money.

And he doesn't like to use this channel to donate money to politicians, or use charity dinners and other names to hold parties, eat, drink and have fun. His money seems to be for real charity.

Besides, in the 1993 case, according to his own judgment, he was also wronged.

In short, it is better to be upright and punctual in the countermeasures against him. Don't rush to break through the bottom line, otherwise, if your black subordinates know about it, there will be big problems, and your conscience will not let you go.

"Oh, I'm still not dark enough, APLUS with a bottom line..."

Returning to Highland Park with a sigh of relief, there was a party at home, held in the name of Aunt Susie's charitable organization's donation to the A+ Wine Industry Appreciation Dinner.

The spirits bar is filled with beautiful Gray Goose vodka, the first batch of finished products from the Huaguo joint venture winery. Big A and Damon Dash are competing for drinks under the crowd's spectators. The bartender is filling up a row of small bullet glasses. Starting from their respective sides, one cup after the other poured their necks up into their mouths.

'Boom! '

Damon Dash drank the halfway line first, and slammed the glass on the bar with a victorious attitude, "Whoah! This vodka is really strong!"

"M-Fxxk... Come again..."

Big A slipped down the chair with his tongue shortened, attracting laughter from the onlookers.

"Yo..."

Song Ya bumped his fists to greet everyone, "When will the goods be distributed in New York?" He asked Damon Dash.

"Soon, it will be synchronized with the release of your album."

Damon Dash chewed a slice of lemon to hangover, "But I don't think the quantity is enough, Riser and the others are still too conservative."

"So you're an inventory expert again?"

The two A+ liquor industry executives who followed Lise Xunsheng were very upset. He sued in front of the big boss and teased, "Don't question the judgment of professionals casually."

Damon Dash snorted at the two old white men with his nostrils, "I don't care, it's APLUS's business anyway, so let's talk..." He led his close buddy Jazzy to another place, not wanting to get entangled.

"Oh, yes, Jazzy, wait."

Song Ya remembered Daniel's reminder, and stopped Jazzy, "I heard that you have been very active in Brooklyn recently?"

"Yeah, I will be able to publish in the first half of next year, so I have to use my own method to create momentum." Jazzy replied.

"But don't get involved with NAS, he's my brother, I don't like to see you fight Beef with him, do you have this plan, right?" Song Ya warned him, "Your coffee position is not enough, change to a more suitable one object."

Daniel suggested to maintain relationships with old friends in the New York record industry. He didn’t have much time, but it’s okay to make occasional phone calls. He got the news from NAS that Jazzy wanted to touch porcelain, and he also agreed to help NAS solve the trouble. "That Joey from RUN-DMC is pretty good."

"Hey, that buddy is dead." Damon Dash protested for his good brother.

"Anyway, don't mess with NAS." Song Ya waved her hand unhappily to signal that they could leave.

"OK, I see, APLUS."

Jazzy beat his chest winkingly with his fists, and walked away with Damon Dash who had drunk too much.

"Rise, long time no see, Old Song..."

Song Ya was chatting with Riise and Song Asheng, who had stayed in China for a long time, "Sony Columbia Records sent you all the samples of the world premiere of your new album." Linda appeared with Mavota holding two large cardboard boxes. .

"Very well, let's go and have a look."

Song Ya returned to the study happily, "Just put it on the table, Mawota."

"Newman said that your wife can call at any time, and she is willing to apologize, as long as you are willing to answer." Linda waited for Mawota to leave, and said after closing the door.

"Let me think again."

Song Ya continued to perfunctory and opened the carton. It was a new album CD released by Sony Columbia Records in various countries and regions simultaneously, so she studied it with great interest.

"The judicial system in the United States may have flaws, but we all respect this tradition of the rule of law. Since the jury has made this verdict, everyone should abide by it and keep calm..."

Linda turned on the TV, and the commander-in-chief was giving a speech on the Simpson case. It was nothing more than acknowledging the jury's verdict and appealing to the dissatisfied people to stop making trouble.

"I don't want to see it, Linda."

Song Ya immediately asked her to turn off the TV, and opened the plastic package of the rice version of the CD. On the front of the CD was the photo of herself bowing her head and smiling with a rice knife in one hand and Gray Goose vodka in one hand. The gold chain and rhinestone tag around her neck were shining brightly. Sony Columbia also has a smoky effect on the dark background, showing off wealth and indulgence, and there is a big 21.

"It's beautiful." He was very satisfied, and opened the CD case. There was only a sheet of lyrics and a single-disc CD inside, and it was gone.

The back of the CD is the same as the cover, with 16 more song titles, in order:

Whatever You Like

I Gotta Feeling

Cheerleader

AiSeEuTePego

Mambo No. 5

Angelina

Young Dumb

Earned It

Lovely

Feelin' Myself

I'mma Shine

No Make-Up

Say Goodbye

Dead and Gone

IGottaFeeling Dion Wilson Remix

He also disassembled the Japanese version, which was similar with minor differences. The versions in Brazil and other Latin regions put AiSeEuTePego, MamboNo.5 and Angelina in the first, second and last important positions respectively. They prefer this style.

"Then I'll go out first..." Linda felt that he was going to admire him narcissistically for a long time, so he didn't bother.

Song Ya hummed a song and disassembled one by one, enjoying himself. He studied small places, such as the back of the CD case, the small marking text under the A+ record logo, and the letter C in a circle, which means that the whole process of record production is produced. , followed by 1995 for the year of release, and A+ Records/Sony Music for the owner. A circle with the letter P in it indicates the recording copyright such as the master tape copyright of the record, followed by the two years 1994 and 1995, indicating the recording time of the album songs, followed by only the producer A+ record.

The next line of text means that the record is distributed by Sony Music, which is the distributor.

"Um?"

He found that in some parts of the world, that is, Sony Columbia Records has no direct distribution agency, and there is an extra line in the version entrusted to the local agent to record and release. This product is authorized by ATV/Sony Music Copyright Company.

The corners of his mouth trembled, the smile on his face froze, and he went to the CD shelf to get MJ's earlier released 'History' album, no, without this line, MJ's own MJJ company occupied most of the copyright lines .

He remembered that MJ's album had come out before the merger deal deadline, which of course hadn't.

This is an irreparable pain, no matter how many times my second album is reprinted...

"Fxxk!"

He threw out the CD in his hand and collapsed on the sofa. MJ and Sony are so powerful together, is there any chance to get it back in this life?

It's useless to take it back, this kind of thing is printed, it's printed...

Before he knew it, it was already dark outside. He sat in the darkness, holding his head in his hands, and slowly stroked his hair. After a long time, he cursed in Chinese, "It's so fucking inexplicable! X!"

"Linda says APLUS is not ready yet."

In a backstage dressing room in Los Angeles, Newman put down his phone, exchanged a helpless look with Sandy Glen, and reported to Mariah Carey.

"Hmph..."

She combed her hair viciously in the mirror, her expression still so arrogant, "I'm not in a hurry, anyway, according to the plan, he has to appear on Jay Leno's talk show with me the day after tomorrow, if he doesn't come to beg me tomorrow, I'll... let him open the skylight !"

The next day, she waited and waited, anxious and flustered more and more, "Okay, I see, I will pass on..."

While circling in circles in the living room of the Malibu villa, Sandy Glenn put down the phone, "Mimi, just now Linda told me that APLUS has finished recording the show with Jay Leno in advance, tomorrow..."

"What about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow's show...without you..."