Shakira was satisfied. After walking the "official road" she followed Song Ya into the car, holding the other person's arms in both hands and never put them down again.

"Tired?" Song Yawen, who leaned her head against her shoulder.

"Not tired." She replied sweetly.

I must be tired, "Mike, go back to Tribeca, I won't go to Metropolitan Records today." Song Ya ordered Old Mike.

"Don't you go? Someone is still waiting for you to have an interview." Linda in the passenger seat turned around and reminded.

After many selections, Linda introduced a black middle-level producer of the former Atlantic Records to be the executive vice president and music director of Metropolitan Records. During the rise of the EnVogue girl group, he followed the legendary producer, Denzel Foster, the pioneer of the new Jack rocker style, and Thomas McIlroy. Unexpectedly, Dry poached the main singer of EnVogue during the career climb. The remaining trio was greatly damaged. He was unhappy at Atlantic Records and just wanted to leave.

As the president, he has no energy to manage Metropolitan Records in detail. He also has to have a young and strong local African-American musician in New York, and his qualifications can slightly suppress the two label owners of Jazzy and Matthew Norris, and take on daily affairs.

Song Ya glanced at the watch and replied, "Anyway, he is the only candidate. No hurry, goodbye to No. 4."

"Maybe they're there to prepare a party for you," Linda said.

"Maybe?" Song Ya asked.

Linda replied: "I want to give you a surprise or something. Jazzy is a good player in designing these activities. He likes to do these things and is willing to spend his own money. He takes good care of all his colleagues at Metropolitan Records. He used to harass Beyoncé and other girls. As long as William Adams or Daft Punk comes to New York to record or run promotion, he will hold parties and serve as a landlord."

"King of New York ah?"

Song Ya remembered the Apocalypse song Heart of Empire and Jazzy, who boasted of being the King of New York in APESHIT, and laughed. She didn't know how much world line her butterfly wings changed. Now Jazzy is far from bragging about her father's position as the boss in New York rap industry.

“He is working on it.”

Soldiers who don’t want to be generals are not good soldiers. Of course, Linda can see through Jazzy’s thoughts. Every bandit rapper who always looks arrogant, as if no one’s account is sold, probably has the dream of dominating the local area. This is not surprising.

"Just pretend I don't know what a welcome party is." Song Ya thought about it but was too lazy to go, "I'll go the day after tomorrow."

The convoy drove into the underground garage where Tribeca's residence. After Shakira saw the motorcycle paparazzi taking photos of the two returning to their residence in the same car, they all turned the front of the car outside the entrance with satisfaction.

"You keep a close eye on it and don't let the media post ugly photos that I don't like."

Song Ya also noticed it and told Linda to push the door and get out of the car.

Shakira held his hand like a little couple and took the elevator together.

"Mike, update the fitness equipment here tomorrow, and the coach left me a task. I will stay here for a while..."

My boyfriend is now the real boyfriend and is very busy most of the time. Except for resting, he always gives orders to all kinds of people, or gives feedback on reports and inquiries from outsiders, calls, holds meetings, manages his business empire, and even runs and rehabilitation.

"Let's go to Metropolitan Records the day after tomorrow?" she asked.

"certainly."

Song Ya's affirmative answer without hesitation made her feel happy. When the elevator arrived at the top floor, Old Mike opened the door to Tribeca's penthouse apartment.

"It seems that it needs to be cleaned up here."

The lights in the house were turned on, and the furnishings were not comparable to those of the Highland Park. They were as simple as those of the big stars. Shakira began to develop the hostess's consciousness, "Maybe we can buy some decorations tomorrow."

"You are responsible."

Song Ya shook her head, "I'm afraid I don't have time."

"Isn't it a matter of things after the genius? Dear." Shakira asked.

"I have something to do every day and I'll be very busy this year."

Shooting, coma, recuperation, betrayal, counterattack, the 1997 year that was turbulent suddenly passed for himself. Looking forward to the new year, law school, global tour, new major, competing for the theme song of the World Cup, it is even less easy, and the work intensity will be greater. Song Ya smiled, "You have to rest first, I'll go downstairs."

"Together." Shakira continued to hold his arm.

"Okay."

When the two walked to the stairs, Shakira vaguely heard a conversation downstairs. It turned out that there were already guests waiting here.

"Sloan, Pierre..."

There are still many people, wearing exquisite professional women's outfits, and seemingly always working, Sloan is standing in the middle of the downstairs living room, quarreling with Pierre Sutton, president and chairman of the Inner City Broadcasting Company. There are many people standing or sitting next to him, both media in suits and ties or Wall Street elites. When he heard Song Ya say hello, he all got up and surrounded him.

“No crutches are needed? APLUS.”

“Happy New Year, APLUS.”

Everyone was complimenting.

"There is a better one." Song Ya pinched Shakira's shoulder and replied with a smile, then hugged Sloan, "Sorry, are you still working now?"

"We are waiting for you, this one is from Clear Media...Morgan Stanley..."

Sloan introduced the guests one by one to him, "Talk alone."

"OK."

Song Ya apologized to the people, "Please help me with it." He left Shakira alone here.

“Where has the IPO been going?”

Song Ya and Sloan walked into the study and closed the door and asked.

"In communicating on the disposal of the equity of Inner City Broadcasting Corporation, as your plan, the new Littman Media will manage your equity in Inner City Broadcasting Corporation, but Pierre Sutton has new ideas. He wants us to exist as a subsidiary of Littman Media, and we buy back more shares, or simply let Inner City and future parent Littman Media exchange shares..."

Sloan showed him some documents.

"He dreamed."

Song Ya sat down and complained: "These Ngers always think about good things."

During the protests in various places after his shooting, New York was the least active. Song Ya had information that Jazzy and Damon Dash were arrested by the New York police on the same day and were imprisoned for nearly twenty-four hours. It was understandable that they would not continue to cause trouble. The people in the inner city must have been greeted by the donkey party. At that time, their "calm handling" was considered half betrayed in his eyes after he woke up.

I am not accusing myself of expanding my media industry. "The Inner City Broadcasting Corporation and the Manhattan Gang are no longer important to me now. I can't count on them at critical moments. Pierre will transfer his shares if he is not tactful and will not help them fight against the New York City Government and guard the Apollo Theater in the future."

He flipped through the documents and said.

"Then you talk to Pierre and the others?" Sloan reminded, "The inner city owns a large stake in the hip-hop magazine XXL, which will help your music career."

"I see."

The two continued to talk about other details. Overall, after the extremely complex equity adjustments designed by Sloan, Litman Media not only owns the operating rights and some shares of Ameriga Music website, ACN, A+CN, but also uses the last round of media shares in some institutions to accept some institutions to replace part of the financing, as well as the shares of paper media such as Modern Photography, Stereo Commentary, Ameriga Music Magazine, etc. In addition to XXL, inner city broadcasters are optional.

After opening up the educational film market and having the publishing rights for the autobiography of Johnny Carson and Jordan Belford, Litman Publishing House's valuation has greatly increased. Ameriga Music website benefited from the lack of expansion in the competition's entire music website during the crisis and retained the title of the largest music community. The valuation given by the institutions increased from 180 million to 300 million. Song Ya owned 49% of A+CN after the valuation decline, and some ACN shares bought from Orwitz.

"The land and headquarters building in A+ Audio Company are merged into the Ameriga Music website, and the headquarters of Litman Media is located in Chicago. It temporarily shares the new building with A+CN..."

"You generally give up 25% of Litman Media's shares to institutions in the last round of financing, and they will pay 100 million in cash for it."

"There are sixty percent left, you, A+ copyright and asset management company, have become an empty shell, and cross-hold the deep-sea company you registered overseas, so that the goal is smaller."

"After the IPO, you will still own 42% of Litman Media, with an estimated market value of more than 500 million, and the issue price is..."

"In addition to acquiring ACN and subsequent operating funds, the money raised by the IPO will also make some expansionary acquisitions in the media industry."

The two quickly passed all kinds of information, "It's perfect, I can't do these without you, Sloan." Song Ya felt relaxed and beautiful, "It's another 100 million ah? It's so annoying. The money from last year has not been spent yet..." He touched his hand.

‘Bang bang bang!’

“APLUS? Can you talk?”

Unfortunately, Pierre Sutton suddenly knocked on the study door and "Come in."

"APLUS, Ms. Sloan's plan, my father and I, and Mr. Dingkins, and Mr. Langel, don't agree with it, so the inner city broadcaster is too marginal in your new media group."

Pierre Sutton said anxiously.

"How could it be? I am the only one in the broadcasting industry."

Song Ya perfunctorily told him.

"Johnson intends to sell his BET to a white media group, and we will only have your Litman in the future," Pierre Sutton advised.

"My Litman, not yours."

I was unhappy when I heard this, and I was still the same. I pointed to the media that I was holding on to the black people to lose money. A+CN lost, but the inner city lost, but it was still the two ends of the rat at the critical moment. Song Ya looked at him coldly and said word by word: "Although I am still the chairman after I went public, the whole company is responsible to the shareholders, and I can't do much."

"You can improve our position in Litman Media through stock exchanges, such as the chairman... and other influences. Clear Media and other shareholders in the inner city are fine, I'll do it." Pierre Sutton continued.

It was whimsical, and Song Ya was too lazy to even be perfunctory. "I am planning to sell half of the inner city shares and the corresponding board of directors. You can also think of some solutions to help me find the next one I take over, and complete it before the last round of financing that is about to begin."

"APLUS...you can't do that."

Pierre Sutton instantly looked ashamed and begged, "We have been working together for so many years..."

"The painful partnership has not received the expected reward. Don't think I don't know what happened in the coma, let alone what I can't do like this, I can't do that...look at me Pierre."

Song Ya leaned over and looked straight into his eyes, "On the contrary, I can."
Chapter completed!