Chapter 1103 Who Should Be Dealt with First

‘It is said that Fujibi Magazine will calculate APLUS’s personal wealth to be more than one billion yuan with a high probability this year, right? I didn't want to say some things at first, but APLUS woke up. According to reliable sources, he has fully recovered and can even handle personal affairs. Then I can finally say what I have been holding back in my stomach... In fact, I have always felt that Fujibi was making a gimmick before. Yes, they're playing the catchy thing, how legendary is it that a comatose twenty-two-year-old African-American man becomes the youngest self-made billionaire? Hehe, but you also said that in recent months he has been deprived of a lot of property by his personal lawyer, the law firm in Chicago was emptied overnight, how pitiful APLUS is... these two things Things are contradictory, right? So let's go back to the original question: Does Fujibi really know how much APLUS is worth? '

'Ha ha! I said this is too much of a coincidence, right? APLUS was shot and fell into a coma. His fans frantically went to the cinema to watch football stunners in March and April. The girls cried and cried while watching him on the big screen. Turns out...he woke up in June before the start of work on another of his starring films, Blade...he woke up! Haha, the timing of grabbing the headlines was as ingenious as if it had already been arranged. Now fans have to dry their tears again, go to the theater to continue to contribute to the box office, give him money, and laugh at the big screen? Who still remembers the scandal-ridden APLUS in the second half of last year? nobody! '

'APLUS should be responsible for the big riots all over the country in January. His people jumped up and down, frantically provoking conflicts among the various ethnic groups in the country, and rubbing salt on the wounds. Innocent and good people died in that riot. Countless shops, The community was robbed and destroyed, countless people were arrested and imprisoned, and small and medium-sized business owners were in bad luck...'

The media seemed to lose their sympathy overnight. Sloan changed several channels, and Song Ya didn't feel how happy they were about waking up.

"It's hard to imagine that this station has released a commemorative short film for you before, and often follows up and reports the gossip surrounding the battle for your property." Linda said with a smile.

"A black billionaire lying in bed unconscious, seeing that his fortune is about to be divided up by others is a good Nger, right?"

Song Ya probably understood the mentality of these media, smiled faintly and looked down at the signature pen in his hand, but it still didn't work, his fingers were weak at all, so he had to look to Sloan for help.

Sloan wrapped his hands around the outside, pinching his fingers tightly.

"It's not bad now? It's more like the hands of an artist, a pianist."

Linda, the president of A+ Records, saw his much slender fingers, and said in a pleasantly auspicious way: "How do you say it? The hopeful thinness of young people?"

"hey-hey……"

Song Ya grinned, holding his breath and concentrating on the signature pen in his hand. This is his current 'prime enemy'. The black ink was crooked at the end of the document. He almost dragged with the strength of his arm to finally sign the name.

This was his first business decision after waking up: fire the current general manager of Metropolitan Records and officially take up the position himself.

Very small niggle, something that should have been done in January.

"I want to kiss you again."

Linda put away the documents, and gave Song Ya a black aunt's kiss on the cheek. Her happiness was beyond words, "Cochran said that Goodman and the others ran away, and you should quickly appoint a new lawyer to ask Sony Columbia Records for last year's record Income settlement, I think you need cash most now," she suggested.

"Well, I will."

Song Ya looked at the exquisite set of three-disc CDs on the small bed table in front of her chest. Sony Columbia Records released the 'Forever 22' collection in February, which included her first album 'APLUS' and her second album '21' , the third disc is the selected singles of the first two albums and some pure music composed by myself for the original soundtrack of Dance Out of My Life and Cat and Mouse Game.

All of them were created by themselves during the period when they were released.

On the cover is a silhouette of myself conducting at the Chicago Symphony Center. It was made very stylish and artistic in the later stage, with a black and white tone. Except for myself wearing a black tuxedo and holding a baton in the center of the picture, other bands, theaters, and audiences are blurred , the golden light shines from the top of the head, and the "thin" body that is haloed by the light has a slight sense of divinity, loneliness and fragility. At first glance, it may be mistaken for a serious symphony album by a dead famous artist.

"Well……"

Linda noticed the boss' gaze and crossed her fingers uneasily, "I think we need to have continuous income anyway, so I agreed to Sony Columbia Records' proposal."

"It's okay, it's not a bad thing."

Sony Columbia Records' pricing strategy for this set of things is very high, almost as expensive as MJ's limited edition historical double-disc album, with the blessing of being shot and comatose, I heard that it sold very well.

Seeing this, Universal Music was so greedy that they asked Linda several times for their lyrics and music manuscripts and wanted to release a new album of their "quasi-posthumous work", but Linda resisted the pressure and refused to agree.

Putting myself in the shoes of Linda at the time, there is nothing wrong with doing this, business is business, and it is not a mistake in principle to negotiate peace with the enemy in the direction of the same interests.

Yeremov also took the opportunity of being alone yesterday to make a tearful confession, saying that he did not withstand the pressure of 20th Century Fox Films, and that he continued to pay the bills when Cameron's Titanic project was skipped again and again. The 30 million money on the website was allocated to the other party, and he also accepted the "small gift" from Fox Films in three installments.

"It was forced on me..." Yeremov was very wronged, "If you don't take it, Mr. Bill McKennick, the president of the company, won't worry."

As long as the big festival is not bad, Song Ya chose to forgive this senior manager.

"We have to quickly assign a new law firm to obtain the relevant legal documents from Goodman and Hamlin Law Firm, and continue to settle the lawsuit with Sony Columbia Records' income." Sloan took the opportunity to propose again.

"Let me think about it again." Song Ya declined again.

"At least find out how the American music website was spun off from A+ Audio Company? Goodman and Hamlin have run away. Now, except for Delay, no one knows what's going on there." Sloan Continue to persuade.

"Cochran said that Goodman might want to keep his brother Jimmy in Chicago to be in charge of negotiating with you, but Jimmy rushed out of the door when he saw him that day, and now there is no one who can explain the matter clearly." Linda said.

"Yeah." Song Ya nodded, noncommittal.

"Are you still struggling with 3DFX? They have performed very well this time, APLUS."

Now it is undoubtedly Sloan who knows himself best. After I woke up, I talked to her several times about 3DFX, "During the listing process, I did not make any big moves on your shares. I have withstood Goodman's coercion and temptation, but There are too many negative factors that have been shorted by Wall Street. Those are purely business and management decision-making issues, I don’t think it’s worth your precious energy to think at this stage...”

"That's not the point at all," Sloan said.

"Slow down, slow down, my mind is easily confused now, Sloane."

After waking up, the mass of external information will always evoke fragments of memories from time to time. Song Ya knows in her heart that apocalypse is absolutely useful, such as the MV that was hunted by white people with AK, but the AK jammed, such as the dream of suddenly apocalypse when she was shot. Requiem.

He was really struggling with 3DFX, precisely because it wasn't Goodman Hamlin stealing money, DeLay's betrayal, or Susie, Tony and Xuelin Fen's quarrel, it was 3DFX that woke him up.

"Okay, you have a good rest, calm down, we will talk about this when we get back to Chicago."

Sloan said helplessly.

"You need to calm down, not me."

Song Ya smiled and said something twisted, "I feel that you care more about myself than me now."

"Oh? Really?" Sloan was not convinced.

"Since Goodman and the others dared to steal my money, they would definitely not show any obvious flaws. They ran away, so if I don't use violent and illegal means, I can only file a lawsuit with them, and then try to get part of the money back and return it to the legal counsel. The reconciliation terms of the document. They hooked up with Carl Icahn, and the other party will inevitably charge benefits such as handling fees and protection fees. If they stole 100 million from me, at least 30 million will flow into the pocket of the wolf of Wall Street. The logic is the same as money laundering, they are covered by someone now."

Song Ya glanced at Old Mike, who was supervising the nurses making nutritional supplements: "Actually, I don't have the ability to solve this problem quickly, and I don't want to rashly introduce other law firms to take over the legal affairs of my company."

"What about Delay? Didn't you say you didn't forgive Delay?" Sloan asked.

"Delay can let Alicia try it first. I have asked Cochran to prepare the documents to see if I can stop the listing of the American music website." Song Ya replied.

"Throw the nuclear bomb over there first?"

"It doesn't necessarily work, my stake was diluted after the split of Amerika Music.com, but at least I should have the right to fire DeLay as President of A+ Audio."

"APLUS, the board members of 3DFX have already left for Chicago." Dr. Chen, the president of A+ Venture Capital, walked in and said, "Cochran has also obtained the lifting order for you to take a private jet from the bail judge in the Barn case."

"Still 3DFX," Sloan grumbled.

"Let's solve it one by one, OK?"

Song Ya comforted him, "By the way, where are Dr. Mei and his wife?" He asked Dr. Chen.

"Oh, you know, Goodman also tried to get involved in 3DFX. Dr. Mei has been frustrated there for half a year, and he is a little at a loss. Isn't the Internet industry a global boom? He persuaded his wife Yan Hong to return to China to start a business together. I squeezed out Some venture capital money to bring them back to China.”

Dr. Chen replied.

"What a pity. Ha! Mimi!"

Mariah Carey brought some new clothes, Song Ya picked out a dark long trench coat, and waited for her and the nurse to help herself put it on, "give me the sunglasses."

The time has come to leave this hospital.

Before leaving, the ex-wife's lawyer Lee Phillips helped apply for a restraining order prohibiting Dr. House from appearing 500 meters around him.

Everyone moved him into the wheelchair, Linda pushed him behind, the South African bodyguard and old Mike were still in charge of security work, and Mariah Carey and Sloan got into the car first.

"Ha! Thanks, Forman."

Song Ya had a good impression of the black intern who "saved his life" by stopping House from going crazy in time before. In the future, there will be a sum of money for him to conduct medical research at Princeton Medical School, so as to avoid being retaliated by his boss House.

"Goodbye, APLUS." Forman, the dean and others sent him all the way to the hospital gate.

Wearing a windbreaker over the hospital gown, he enjoyed the care of countless flash lights as soon as he left the hospital. Fortunately, he had already prepared to wear sunglasses. His head was slightly tilted to one side, with a tired but indifferent smile on his face, and he raised his hand with difficulty. Putting his elbows on the armrest of his wheelchair, he turned his wrist casually to the reporters as a greeting.

The reporters and paparazzi were more humane this time, they took pictures of them silently without asking any random questions aloud.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Some fans screamed in ecstasy.

He didn't find out where the fans were, until the wheelchair was carried into the ambulance, and he found the crowd holding support signs from a high place, "Wait." He asked the doctors and nurses not to close the back door, and smiled over there. Waved and blew a sickly kiss.

"APLUS we love you!" The girls were excited, crying, and shouted slogans neatly.

"Okay."

The doors were closed, and the convoy slowly headed to the airport. In addition to the New Jersey police officers who cleared the way, there was also a South African motorcycle riding an Aprilia motorcycle at the end of the convoy.

"What was the last medicine we gave him?" Dr. House appeared next to Forman, looking at the beloved motorcycle that was getting farther and farther away.

"Uh..." Forman looked down at the ward records, "Dexamethasone."

"Yeah?"

Dr. House quickly imagined a rare disease that can be cured by dexamethasone, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he was relieved, "By the way, you are fired, Forman."

"Not surprisingly."

Forman didn't panic at all.

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