Chapter 268 The Second Chicago Conference

In mid-April, the final commissioning of the deep sea recording studio and other production rooms was completed. Escube, who came to participate in the lollapalooza music festival, also arrived in Chicago. Song Ya carefully prepared two events. The first day was a high-end reception, and employees brought their families. Some political and business celebrities participated, and the next day was a carnival party, which was naturally prepared for people in the entertainment industry.

"When we first met, I really didn't expect you to have such an achievement."

Michelle held her boyfriend's hand and looked at the platinum records on the wall one by one. Motura's suspended RIAA certification was restarted after the reconciliation between the two parties, so Song Ya now has a platinum certification that is not bad. Wall, including two for I Feel It Coming, three for Remember The Name, and one for Empire State of Mind (RIAA certification does not equal actual sales).

"This work is very tasteful. I like the weather-beaten face of the old man in the painting."

Her boyfriend stopped in front of a large-scale oil painting, "Which artist is this?"

"A Chinese painter in New York, Chen Qing."

Song Ya replied, "I bought a lot of his works, Taraji..." He called Taraji over, "Send the packaged one to the two of you in the car."

"Wait, we can't accept such an expensive gift." Michelle stopped immediately.

"It's okay, small size, this artist's paintings are not expensive."

Song Ya tilted her head and hinted that Taraji would continue to do it, "This is a wedding gift from me, please accept it." The two are planning to get married this year, and more importantly, Michelle's boyfriend is Song Ya's introduction to the University of Chicago Man, he's teaching at the University of Chicago Law School next year.

The two didn't say anything else, "Peter is here." Hayden rushed to report, Michelle frowned, and went to the door to greet him with Song Ya.

"Great company APLUS." Peter Flock came with his businessman friend from the golf course last time. Song Ya remembered that his name seemed to be Kozko. Peter would only stay for fifteen minutes, and after taking photos with Song Ya, Michelle, and a group of celebrities against the background of the A+ record company logo, he left in a hurry.

"Why does he take Kozko with him everywhere?" Song Ya asked in a low voice.

"Who knows,

Kozko's 'reception' to Peter was thoughtful. " Michelle sneered and did not continue the topic.

"Mr. and Mrs. Underwood are here."

Compared with Peter Flock, the federal congressman who came back from Washington on a special trip has a much closer relationship with Song Ya, but in front of Michelle, he and his wife Claire only talked about charity with Song Ya.

"Essentially, the Donkey Party candidate should be governor of Arkansas."

The couple and Song Ya entered the office, closed the door, and Underwood started talking, "This election will be very difficult, and the current commander-in-chief has a high reputation."

"Do we have a chance?" Song Ya poured wine for the two, "I heard that the relationship between the elephant party and the military-industrial complex collapsed? Because of Secretary of Defense Cheney's disarmament plan?"

"We control the parliament. Cheney can't disarm without our cooperation. It should be said that the relationship between the two parties and the military-industrial complex has collapsed this time." Underwood tried Song Ya's new boss chair, "Wow , you are much more comfortable than my office on Capitol Hill."

"You will have a bigger office." Song Ya complimented.

"Disarmament has to be carried out, and we may be the first to collapse after another ten years." Claire complained, "General Dynamics and Grumman burned 2 billion dollars to make a wooden model. The military-industrial complex is too much."

"So we have no chance?" Song Ya took a sip from her glass.

"Not necessarily. The current commander-in-chief announced a tax increase plan. This is a bad move." Underwood got up and went to the honor corner again, holding Song Ya's Grammy gold gramophone trophy, and hummed a song.

"He seems to be in a good mood?" Song Ya asked Claire in a low voice.

"Some congressmen support him as a party whip, a position that will offend everyone." Claire replied.

"The more power you have, the more people you will offend."

Underwood heard it, and said, "Mrs. Cheney famously said at the Elephant Party dinner: Walk into this house, and half the people fear us, and half the people want to replace us."

"Is there a campaign for this office? I can..."

"No, keep your check." Claire smiled, "Stop talking about politics." She asked Song Ya, "Have you heard? MJ is going to donate all the proceeds from his 'Dangerous Journey' concert to charity cause."

"Really?" Song Ya didn't expect MJ to have such a big hand, "That's a huge sum of money..."

There was a knock on the door, and with Song Ya's permission, Yeremov poked his head in, "APLUS, Congressman Underwood, it's time for a speech."

"OK."

Claire helped Underwood adjust his suit, and he walked out imposingly. Song Ya asked Taraji to bring a spoon from the buffet table, and "ding ding ding" knocked on the wine glass, "Ladies and gentlemen..."

Men and women in formal attire slowly gathered around, "Thank you for coming to the opening reception of A+ record company, I am a poor boy from the southern city..." Song Ya talked for a few minutes, "I would like to invite Federal Congressman Andrew Mr. Wood." Then Underwood was introduced.

Underwood raised his hands, smiled and was sent to the center by warm applause, "Twenty years ago..."

The next day, the luxury cars rented by the party service company drove into the parking lot of the building one after another. Fashionable and exaggeratedly dressed stars and beautiful girls crowded in the elevator car, and they were sent to A+ Records in batches.

"Your boy's recording studio is really fucking good." Eskub tried the sound at the deep sea recording studio, "Wait, I will make more money than you on this year's album."

"I'll wait." Song Ya accompanied him out of the recording studio with a smile, "Hey, Gordon, thank you for coming." He pretended to be pleasantly surprised and fist bumped a black man in a suit and tie in the control room: "BET TV station Don't you know Gordon, the news anchor, who's been in Detroit for a long time, Cooper."

"Of course." Cooper also bumped fists with Gordon.

"Babyface and they're here." Taraji came in to report.

"Then let's talk, excuse me." Song Ya gave Gordon a wink and fulfilled his agreement with BET boss Johnson.

BABYFACE brought the three girls from Donnie Braston and TLC this time, "Hey, Donnie, long time no see." Song Ya hugged her.

"Congratulations on your Grammy Award." Tang Ni smiled a bit disappointed when she saw the platinum record certification of Empire State of Mind on the wall.

Song Ya pretended not to see it, and he soon discovered that Fergie was staring at each other with "Left Eye", one of the members of TLC. The two had a feud at LAFACE Records, and Left Eye had teamed up with other members to bully Fergie.

"Sorry, BABYFACA, we'll talk when we're all here."

He hurriedly pulled Fergie aside for a vaccination, "Don't make trouble on such an important occasion to me, do you hear me?"

"Hmph, all right."

Fergie pouted and agreed, TLC's album will be released in February, rhythm and blues, funk and hip-hop, each of the three girls specializes in one, and the album has been well received since it was released.

Not long after, a large group of friends from New York also arrived. This time the big professor and his band did not come, but Rakim led NAS and others to the scene. Naturally, there are a large group of followers following them.

"Old Joe."

Song Ya then welcomed Lao Qiao in again, as well as four bucket aunts. Their albums were also released in early April, but it was difficult to build momentum by relying on Lao Qiao's single-handed publicity strategy. Song Ya changed the lyrics The Saa Magni is unsurprisingly the No. 1 strong single.

"The people from the West Coast have arrived."

The notorious Su Ge Knight did not come, but still old friends Derry and Snoop Dogg, behind them was a young man who walked like a spring, very pure black street clothes on the West Coast, Song Ya suddenly felt that he was very Familiar, "Kobe!?"

"M-FXXK, who are you calling?" The young man glared at him viciously, not giving any face to the party host, the big star APLUS.

"Want to make trouble? You kid..."

Tony behind Song Ya led the silencer and immediately rushed forward.

"Hey! Hey! They are all our own people."

Derry hurriedly smoothed things over, "APLUS, congratulations on getting the Grammy."

Song Ya wrestled with him, bumped his chest, and slapped his back.

"Snoop Dogg, you know me." Derry introduced. Snoop Dogg, who was rejected by Song Ya several times, naturally didn't have a good face. "This kid is called 2PAC, and he released his first album last November." Also introduce the rapper who Song Ya somehow mistaken for 'Kobe'.

The two clenched their fists and lifted each other's chins, trying to close the episode.

At this time Escube led his followers over.

"Hey, Cooper." Dre offered to stretch out his fist.

Eskub stood reserved for a while, "Hey." After all, he raised his hand and fist bumped him, and left. There was no need for A's Derry and him to continue their hatred, although their fans broke out before There were many fights.

The hot and chaotic party was going on all the time, Big A got a lot of girls, they gulped down the high-end wine prepared by Song Ya, and teased the stars and their attendants everywhere.

In the president’s office of A+ Records, the noise-proof door kept the noise out, “Although everyone should know each other, please don’t mind me introducing it again. Everyone present will jointly implement the future joint promotion plan.”

Song Ya stood in front of the boss's desk, "This is Old Joe from Chicago..."

"Escube on the West Coast..."

"West Coast Dre, Snoop Dogg, 2PAC..."

“BABYFACE ATLANTA…”

"Rakim on the east coast, NAS..."

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