Chapter 224 Respect

"You know? Kid, don't think that you can do anything if you make some money selling records."

After being repeatedly rejected by Song Ya, the old Barn began to drink one cup after another of the 82-year-old Lafite in anger, drinking himself like a red neck, which did not match his wealth at all, and his words were not known from Africans. I feel that I have become a black man, "You know what? There were a few black people who had the opportunity to build their own business empire in Chicago, but they all failed. The godfather, a Kennedy supporter, one of Monroe’s rumored boyfriends) was driven out of Chicago, and the black textile tycoon (a large-scale influx of blacks into Chicago since the 1950s provided a lot of cheap labor for the local light industry) also went bankrupt. Zeng was richer than you, a lot of money..."

This guy was drunk, and he looked at the plate in front of him while talking, without saying a word.

Edward sighed, "That's all for today."

Old Bahn's chemical plant couldn't go on, but Edward lost even more. Song Ya didn't know the details of the transaction between this Wall Street investment elite who is proficient in mergers and spin-offs and Old Bahn, but they must be tied together now. Grasshoppers on a rope will bleed for a day until the chemical plant is split up and sold.

Goodman and Hamlin were a little disappointed. This time, the other party obviously went to the dinner because of Song Ya's money, and they didn't have the slightest interest in their law firm. "Okay, let's talk next time, Mr. Edward .”

"Forget it, Hamlin, you also saw what happened to Will Gardner..."

In the car, Song Ya advised Hamlin, who was still smug when he came, "Without the political strength to help them bypass Batumi, there is no way to really solve their problems."

The relocation of the chemical plant was blocked, and the local workers who had been "fixed" saw the opportunity to keep the company, but gradually recovered their organizational strength and became more and more active. Politicians could not ignore the votes of a large number of workers and their families, so More and more unwilling to help old Barn and Edward solve the problem. At the beginning, the matter was not done while the iron was hot, and the spin-off of Bahn Chemical was almost a deadlock.

Hamlin nodded, "I can see that too, APLUS."

Goodman said with a smile: "The small and medium-sized investors who were deceived by them earlier were miserable."

Song Ya was also fooled by the other party, but luckily he didn't act impulsively. Of course, he really didn't have much spare money at that time.

A few days later, news came from Hayden that Littman returned to New York. He was willing to talk about the acquisition, but he found out about Song Ya who was behind Donovan's businessman friend, and made it clear He pointed out that he only talked to Song Ya.

"You have a lot of competitors for APLUS, and it's not that easy to win AMERICAN MUSIC MAGAZINE."

At a golf course on Long Island, Littman hit the ball with a clean swing and said to Song Ya like an old friend, as if he didn't own the American music magazine at all. The 50-year-old white tycoon, who was judged by a financial magazine to be worth about $100 million, was rooted in traditional industries in the past, and has frequently made moves in the media field in recent years.

This is the second time Song Ya has touched a golf club since Jordan took him to play golf in Las Vegas. He imitated the opponent's posture and hit the ball into a bunker not far away with a bang. "May I know who else is my competitor?"

"NONONO, this is a commercial secret, now is not the time to tell you."

Littman got on the golf cart beside him, "I'll wait for you at the hole in front." He walked away.

"What an old fox."

Although Littman's method of throwing Ms. Fleming away made Song Ya happy for a long time, but it was another matter to really deal with him. Song Ya walked into the bunker and found her own ball, " Uh, should I change the clubs?" He asked Taraji, who was next to him with the long bag.

Taraji rolled his eyes and put the ball bag in front of him. The two people from the slums looked at a dozen clubs with different shapes, and their minds went blank...

"Hayden,

Ask Donovan to find out who else is bidding on AMERICAN MUSIC MAGAZINE. "

Song Ya simply moved the ball to the hole one shot at a time while maintaining a mobile phone communication with Hayden, "I have an intuition that Litman doesn't seem to want us to join forces, so other people who are interested in this magazine must be my acquaintances. "

"I understand that Donovan has some guesswork too."

Hayden took over the task.

After the initial contact with Littman, both parties seemed to have reached the goal of testing. In the evening, the first competitor appeared in Song Ya's sight. Ms. Shirley Fleming, the former editor-in-chief who was ruthlessly kicked out of the magazine, gathered some The original editor of the magazine and classical musicians joined forces to buy back the magazine.

"No matter how bad the old money is, it's okay to spend a few million dollars, but Shirley Fleming's group will definitely not be able to bear the loss of the magazine for years. If she continues to be the editor-in-chief and follows the old style..."

In the evening, Hayden came to Song Ya's house in Tribeca, "But this old woman is really strong. If I were her, I would have excused my illness and closed the door to thank the guests. She was played a bit ruthlessly by Littman this time."

"Definitely not just Shirley Fleming."

Song Ya judged, "She can't compete with me, it's impossible for Littman not to know this."

"Do you want us to visit again?" Hayden said, "The situation is different. You can actually unite, and the chances of winning will be even greater."

"No, I don't want her to continue to be the editor-in-chief, and if she comes to the door now, I'm afraid I can't help but laugh out loud in front of her."

"Hahaha!"

"APLUS, Donovan." Taraji came in. "Shall I transfer the call to the study?"

"Okay." Song Ya waited for the phone to ring and turned on the speakerphone.

"Quincy Jones! It's Quincy Jones!" Donovan yelled very loudly. "This guy wants to take down American Music too!"

"FXXK!" Song Ya and Hayden cursed at the same time.

Quincy Jones is off, Song Ya's financial resources are not enough to see, and this guy obviously only focused on American Music after Song Ya came to him for consultation after hitting a wall at Fleming's house last time, and his approach was very unkind.

He did not disclose any information to Song Ya, so he probably planned to sneak attack from the beginning.

"This old man is really dishonest. I understand why MJ fell out with him back then. How did you know it was him?" Song Ya asked.

"Quincy Jones has found a partner, Russell Simmons, one of the owners of DefJam Records. The news came from DefJam Records. It is absolutely reliable." William Morris's news is very well-informed.

DefJam Records is a black hip-hop music label in New York. In the mid-1980s, oldschool (old-style hip-hop) and political rap styles were very powerful. After rising, they began to gradually decline, but the lean camel is bigger than the horse. As one of the bosses, Russell Simmons, the financial resources accumulated over the years cannot be underestimated.

"Since the two top black bosses in the recording industry have teamed up, they won't let a newcomer like you participate. The status is not equal."

Donovan's judgment is different from Song Ya's perspective, but the result is the same.

"I really want to call and scold him. Obviously I was the one who followed it first, not me. I guess he won't notice this magazine at all." Song Ya was indignant.

"So what do we do? Give up?" Hayden asked.

"Isn't it in their favor that I give up easily?" Song Ya shook her head, "Hayden, ask Shirley Fleming for me, even if I don't get this magazine, I will cause them some trouble."

"APLUS, calm down, Quincy Jones and Russell Simmons are black, Shirley Fleming and the magazine editors and classical musicians behind her are all white!" Donovan warned on the phone, "Awards season in January and February You still have to count on Quincy Jones and the others."

"I'm calm."

Song Ya thought about it carefully for a while, "They don't want to take me down so easily, I have even survived all kinds of methods of Motura, if I retreat easily this time, I will not get Quincy Jones and Russell Simon in the future They don’t respect me, how can I count on their help during awards season? And how can I say that there is also a symphony piece of more than two minutes, which can barely be regarded as a classical musician, can’t it?”

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