Chapter 97 - 18 Votes

In a local cafe at night, Song Ya and Al were chatting with three black men opposite.

They were the only three black employees at Warren Brothers Synthesizers, all blue-collar, one a warehouse clerk and company security, and two production line workers.

Blue-collar workers generally like to go to taverns to talk about things, but today the bartender in a nearby tavern didn’t know which tendon was wrong, and insisted on checking Song Ya’s age. Later, he was kicked out of the bar for the first time, so he had to change the meeting place to this cafe in desperation.

"The bartender must have seen the news about you in the newspaper, the 16-year-old genius musician or something..."

The oldest worker smiled and said, "Otherwise, he would never propose to check your age just because of your appearance."

Song Ya chatted with them for about half an hour, and then brought up the matter of the salary, and proposed that for the sake of the same race, the conditions could be secretly higher, which was also Will Gardner's idea.

"Thank you for the coffee, sorry, we will not betray our workers."

The other party politely refused, and the three of them stood up and said goodbye, "We only came to meet you for the sake of being black, otherwise we wouldn't come, sorry."

"Okay." Song Ya had no choice but to shake hands and say goodbye to them.

"They are whiter than white people." Al means that the other party's politeness is not like that of black people. In fact, this is not surprising. Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company has gone through several rounds of layoffs before reselling. Those who are raised until the last moment must be more down-to-earth employees.

"Hmm..." Song Ya took out the company roster from her bag, found out the home address and phone number of the warehouse manager among the three just now, copied it and handed it to Al, "Go find it and say that I want to talk to you later He talks alone."

"Is there any chance he's going back?" Al asked.

"I don't plan to send him money. Isn't A+ Records lacking a front desk and security guards? I think he is suitable."

Song Ya had seen the warehouse of Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company before. Although there was a lot of dust, everything was sorted and organized in an orderly manner. Moreover, this warehouse manager was one of the few people who could still stick to his post at that time. In the chat just now, a sentence Didn't say anything, looks very introverted, 1.9 meters tall, in his twenties, very strong, Song Ya felt that this man named Mawota was reliable at the first sight when he saw him, and there was nothing to deter the big A question.

Of course, Big A is more respectful to himself now than before. One is that he is getting more and more popular, and the other is that he was unscathed in the hands of the stormtroopers last time, and he calmed down Big A who didn't know the inside story.

Al went to find Mavota, Song Ya waited in the cafe for a while, and Roberto Clivell came over with Andrew and Hunter who had met in the company during the day.

These two white people are technical nerds, and Song Ya kept asking questions about MIDI and synthesizer technology, and the two of them gradually talked more and more happily, and they were almost beaming.

"Continuing to make synthesizers has no future. Our company is too powerful, and the GM standard of the new MIDI is also designed based on the GS standard of Roland Company. We have no technical reserves."

"But pedals don't have much technical content. After the general MIDI standard becomes popular, our pedals should have some sales, and besides, they are already selling well."

"Yes, WINDOWS is an operating system from Microsoft, and MS-DOS is also from his family, which supports the new MIDI standard very well."

"In the future, we can use a PC to generate and modify MIDI files, which are common to all synthesizers and peripheral products, and music production will be infinitely more convenient."

"Stocks? Microsoft seems to be listed on Nasdaq, right? We don't know about that."

Like Mawota, Song Ya had a good impression of the two who were still sticking to their posts during the day, and proposed to recruit them to A+ record company,

"Since this year's new MIDI standard is good for music production, and my record company has no computer-savvy people, you can all come over, the company is in Chicago."

In the original MV of Remember the Name, the original singer greeted and shook hands with the people sitting in front of the computer screen. Song Ya didn’t care at the time, but now that I think about it, those should be the people who worked in the original recording studio, and they will use PCs to assist the music in the future. Production should be the norm, and A+ records need such talents.

Both Andrew and Hunter are technical geeks who are not married and have no girlfriend. They have no resistance to going to Chicago. They and those blue-collar workers can't pee in the same pot. Proposed, of course, the salary promised by Song Ya is much better than it is now.

The two left, and Roberto Clivell stayed behind. "How is it? My vision is good, right?" he said.

"Thank you, Roberto." Song Ya thanked him.

"Thank you in advance."

Roberto Clivell finally revealed his real purpose of following, the pedal factory, "As you heard just now, the Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company can only sell pedals, and technically the Warren Brothers have smashed it. It’s a lot of money, if we only keep the pedal factory, we might still make some money.”

He wants to take a stake in the pedal factory after divesting other businesses, and proposes to move the factory away from New York, which is increasingly expensive, to Florida, which is closer to Brazil, and other parts of the pedal that do not require technical content can be handed over to his family in Brazil. Enterprises come to OEM.

Song Ya wants to hand over the foundry to Huaguo. In that case, it would be inappropriate for the pedal factory to stay in an east coast state like Florida. He prefers the Bay Area near San Francisco on the west coast.

Roberto Clivell also has no objection. He said that as long as he can get a share, "It's still 5%. I don't have the energy to manage the company or anything. It's just an ordinary investment. I feel that although you are young, you are better than the Warren Brothers." The two idiots are much more reliable."

The two initially reached an oral agreement.

After he left, Al brought Mawota back. This taciturn big black man finally nodded after Song Ya's two hours of high-intensity flickering. Similarly, A+ Records provided a job after the salary was paid, and the salary was raised.

In this way, the eighteen votes needed to disintegrate the small union of the Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company have three votes, plus the future pedal factory can also solve the needs of about five skilled workers, one manager and one clerk. Employment, that's ten votes.

Song Ya called and informed Will of the results of the day. Will suggested not to announce the pedal factory, but hold it in his hands as the last trump card. If AW Investment Company knows that it can solve the problem so smoothly, I am afraid it will not be suppressed How much is the purchase price.

On February 22, Will Gardner arrived in New Jersey and officially started negotiations with AW Investment Company.

Song Ya also convened another meeting with the workers. The original thirty-five people became thirty-two people, and Mawota, Andrew, and Hunter were not present.

"What's the use of buying three people!?"

The deputy manager Weiser said fiercely to Song Ya: "The thirty-two of us are still united."

"Unity is unity."

Song Ya also used more intense words, "I have formally issued an acquisition request to AW Investment Company. After I buy this place, you will work hard under my hands!" He pointed at the white people present one by one, " Remember! I will be your boss from now on! I will treat you well! Watermelon and fried chicken are enough!"

The only two remaining black employees burst out laughing.

"Fuck you, I quit!"

Will's "real estate developer tactic" finally worked. A white man with a German face suddenly started cursing. He walked directly in front of Song Ya, Face to face, "Where is the salary agreement? Take it out, I will not serve N... "He only mouthed that word, but didn't pronounce it.

Hayden took the severance agreement out of his bag.

"Don't fall for the tricks of the capitalists!" Wyser shouted.

That person didn't listen to him when he got angry, signed his name directly, and then threw the pen on the ground, "Kiss my ass, big singer!"

With your head held high, you strode out of the office like a hero.

The power of role models is infinite, and soon two more white men followed his example and signed a severance agreement. One spat on the ground while leaving, and the other kicked the office door.

Eighteen minus three, the rest of the people will be difficult to deal with, they must all be dragging their families in the local area, and they will never agree to send money easily.

The follow-up work can only be handed over to Will Gardner, six people are paid, and there are seven job opportunities in the pedal factory. Song Ya has completed her own tasks and boarded the flight to Washington alone.

It's a bit difficult for the local councilor to handle, but fortunately, the other party is also a member of the donkey party, and he is going to find the relationship with the federal councilor Underwood.