'Legendary Fujiby Magazine will probably calculate APLUS's personal wealth to more than one billion meters this year, right? I didn't want to say some things, but APLUS woke up, and according to reliable sources, he has completely recovered his mind and even handled personal affairs. So what I had in my stomach before can finally say... Actually, I always think Fujiby was creating gimmicks before. Yes, they were playing the eye-catching tricks. How legendary is it to be a 22-year-old African American who was in a coma to become the youngest self-made billionaire? Haha, but you also said that in recent months he has been taken away a lot of property by his private lawyer. What a child in Chicago has been empty overnight? How pitiful is APLUS... These two things are contradictory, right? So let's go back to the original question: Does Fujiby really know how much APLUS is?'

‘Haha! I said this was a coincidence, right? APLUS was shot and unconscious. His fans went to the theater to play football beauties in March and April. The girls watched him cry and scream on the big screen and burst into tears. As a result... He woke up in June before the Blade Warrior started painting... He woke up! Haha, the time to grab the front page headlines was so clever that it was arranged long ago. Now fans have to wipe away their tears, go to the theater to continue to contribute 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? No one!’

‘APLUS should be responsible for the big riots in all parts of the country in January. His people jumped up and down, frantically provoking conflicts between American ethnic groups and spreading salt on their wounds. Innocent good people died in that riot, countless shops, communities were robbed and destroyed, countless people were arrested and imprisoned, and small and medium-sized business owners were in trouble...’

The media seemed to have put away their sympathy overnight. Sloan changed several stations, but Song Ya didn't feel how happy they were about waking up.

"It's hard to imagine that this station has published a commemorative short film for you before, often tracking and reporting gossip about the battles surrounding your property." Linda said with a smile.

"A black billionaire who is lying in bed and is about to be divided up by others is a good Nger, right?"

Song Ya roughly understood the mentality of these media. She smiled faintly and looked down at the sign pen in her hand. It was still not possible. Her fingers were weak at all, so he had to look at Sloan for help again.

Sloan wrapped his hands from outside and pinched his fingers tightly.

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

A+ record president Linda saw his fingers that were much longer than before and picked up nice and good-sounding elegance words: "What is there to say? Young people are full of hope and thin?"

"hey-hey……"

Song Ya grinned, and focused on dealing with the signature pen in his hand with his breath. This was his current "primary enemy". The black ink trace was crooked at the end of the document. He almost dragged it with the strength of his arm before finally signing the name.

This was his first commercial decision after waking up: he fired the current general manager of Metropolitan Records and officially took on this position personally.

Very small problem, 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 kiss on the cheek. Her happiness was beyond words, "Cochran said Goodman and the others ran away. You should quickly appoint a new lawyer to ask Sony Columbia Records for last year's record income settlement. I think you should need cash the most now." She suggested.

"Well, I will."

Song Ya's eyes were on a beautiful three-disc CD on the small bed table on her chest. The "Forever 22 Years Old" selected collection released by Sony Columbia Records in February, which contained his first special "APLUS" and the second special "21". The third disc contains the selected singles of the first two specials and some pure music created for the soundtrack of my life. The cat and mouse game movies were all released and created by himself during his period.

On the cover is a silhouette of himself conducting at the Chicago Symphony Center. It was made in a stylish and artistic style later, with a black and white tone. Except for the black and white tone, who was wearing a black tuxedo and holding a baton in the center of the picture, the audience was all blurred. Golden light shone from the top of his head, and his figure, which was flaked by the light, had a unique divine nature, loneliness and fragility. At first glance, it would be mistaken for a serious symphony album by a famous artist who had passed away.

"Well……"

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

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

Sony Columbia Records has a very high pricing strategy for this set, almost as expensive as MJ's limited edition historical double-disc album. It has its own shooting and coma, and it is said that it sells very well.

Universal Records saw it and was crying. After several times, he asked Linda for his lyrics and musical drafts to publish his own "quasi-poster" new special, Linda withstood the pressure and did not agree.

It is understandable to put Linda in her shoes at that time. Business is business, and it is not a mistake to make peace with the enemy in a direction that is consistent with her interests.

Yelemov also took advantage of the opportunity to be alone yesterday and confessed in tears, saying that he did not withstand the pressure of 20th Century Fox Films. While Cameron's Titanic project was delayed again and again, he still allocated the 30 million yuan in the account to the other party, and he also accepted the "small gift" given by Fox Films in three times.

"I force it to me..." Yelemov felt aggrieved, "If you don't take it, his president, Mr. Bill McKennik, is worried."

Just don't lose money in the big festival. Similarly, Song Ya chose to forgive this senior manager.

"We have to quickly assign the new law firm to obtain relevant legal documents from Goodman and Hamlin law firms, and continue to file an income settlement lawsuit with Sony Columbia Records." Sloan took the opportunity to propose again.

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

"At least, let's find out the inside story of how Ameriga Music website was split from A+ Audio Company? Goodman and Hamlin ran away. Now, no one knows what's going on over there except Dilai." Sloan continued to persuade.

"Cochran said Goodman might want to leave his brother Jimmy in Chicago to negotiate with you, but Jimmy was so scared that he saw him that day that day that, and now he can't find someone who can make things clear." Linda said.

"Yes." Song Ya nodded without commenting.

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

Now, Sloan is undoubtedly the one who knows himself best. After waking up, he talked to her several times. "Didn't make any big moves on your shares during the listing process. It's just that there are too many negative factors and they are shorted by Wall Street. Those pure business and management decision-making issues are not worth your precious energy to think at this stage..."

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

"Slow down, slow down, I'm confused now, Sloan."

The massive amount of external information after waking up always evokes memory fragments from time to time. Song Ya knew in her heart that apocalypse is absolutely useful, such as the MV that was hunted by a white man with AK but stuck in AK, such as the Dream Requiem that suddenly apocalypse was shot.

He was indeed struggling with 3DFX, because it was not Goodman Hamlin who stole money, it was not Dilai's betrayal or Susie, and Tony and Shelinfen had a big fight, and it was 3DFX that woke him up.

"Okay, you have a good rest, calm down, and we'll talk about this when we return to Chicago."

Sloan said helplessly.

"You need to be calm, not me."

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

"Oh? Is it?" Sloan was not convinced.

"Since Goodman and others dare to steal my money, they will definitely not reveal obvious flaws. They ran away. If I don't use violent and illegal means, I can only sue them, and then fight for some return of the stolen goods and the settlement conditions for returning legal documents. If they hook up with Carl Icahn, the other party will inevitably charge handling fees, protection fees and other benefits. If they steal 100 million of me, at least 30 million will flow into the Wolf of Wall Street. This is the same logic as money laundering. They have someone to cover them now."

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

"What about Dilai? Didn't you say you wouldn't forgive Dilai?" Sloan asked.

"Dile can ask Alicia to try it first. I have asked Cochran to prepare the documents to see if I can stop the listing of America Music website." Song Ya replied.

"Drive the nuclear bomb first?"

"It's not necessarily useful. My shares were diluted after the split of Ameriga Music website, but at least I should have the right to fire Dilai's A+ Audio President position."

"APLUS, 3DFX's board members have set out to Chicago." A+ Venture Capital President Dr. Chen walked in and said, "Cochran has also received the lifting order for you to take a private jet from the bail judge in the Bath case."

"It's still 3DFX." Sloan complained.

"We solve one thing at a time, OK?"

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

"Oh, you know, Goodman also tried to interfere in 3DFX. Dr. Mei was angry at both sides in the past six months and was a little at a loss. Isn't the Internet industry a big hot spot in the world? He advised his wife Yan Hong to return to China to start a business together. I squeezed out some venture capital to bring them back to China."

Dr. Chen replied.

"What a pity. Ha! Mimi!"

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

It's time to leave this hospital.

Before leaving, Li Phillips, the ex-wife's lawyer, helped apply for a ban order to prohibit Dr. House from appearing five hundred meters around him.

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

"Ha! Thanks, Forman."

Song Ya has a good impression of the black intern who stopped House from going crazy in time and "saving his life". She will have a lot of funds for him to conduct medical research at Princeton Medical College in the future, so as to avoid being retaliated against by his boss House.

"Goodbye, APLUS." Forman, the dean and others took him to the hospital entrance.

He was wearing a windbreaker outside his hospital gown and enjoyed the care of countless flashes as soon as he left the hospital. Fortunately, he was ready to put on sunglasses. His head was slightly tilted to the side, and his face was filled with a tired but calm smile. He raised his hand hard, put his elbows on the armrest of the wheelchair, and turned his wrists to the reporters casually to say hello.

The reporter and the paparazzi were both more humane this time. They didn't mention any messy questions loudly, so they took photos of them silently.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" A scream of fans ecstatically came.

He didn't find where the fans were. He didn't find the crowd holding the support signs from a high place from a high place, "Wait." He asked the medical staff not to close the back door first, and smiled, waved, and blew a sickly kiss.

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

"It's OK."

The car door was closed and the convoy slowly headed to the airport. In addition to the New Jersey policeman who was leading the way, there was also a South African motorcycle riding an Apulia motorcycle to stop at the end of the convoy.

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

"Uh..." Forman lowered his head and flipped the ward record, "Dexamethasone."

"Yeah?"

Dr. House quickly figured out a rare disease that could be cured by dexamethasone. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised and he felt relieved, "By the way, you've been fryed, Forman."

"Not surprising."
Chapter completed!