Song Ya did not realize that OpenDiary's IPO success brought changes to the outside world's perception of her. Unlike Netscape where he was lucky to ride, YAHOO and the Ameriga Music website that stumbling all the way. From the acquisition of the simple Weblog personal homepage website created by Abelson and his wife, to the investment of technology, manpower and funds for construction, and then using various connections and promotional methods to attract bloggers, the OpenDiary project was under the full control of Litman Media from beginning to end.

At the same time, the media has long been boasting that this online social model represents the future. Some theorists have also given various high-level definitions of the Blog model in relevant Internet seminars and professional papers and journals, and made suggestions.

This actually requires a very strong influence. The media is willing to help praise him. Wall Street is willing to do its best. Elites in various industries are willing to settle in and open a blog. Relevant papers of scholars can be published. Related seminars, industry forums, foundations can create various famous cocktail parties, awards, and international travel conferences provide experts who have made good comments to OpenDiany to gain both fame and fortune...

In other words, OpenDiary is the first listed company that has been promoted from beginning to end almost entirely by comprehensive strength, and has achieved almost full results.

Although most of the work was done under Sloan's leadership.

This kind of tricky success is enough to have the first, second, and third time, just press the wealth code package. Under the big market of Internet concept stocks, there is no doubt in the outside world.

He has been promoted from Lucky Pig to a qualified capital promoter.

"Mr. Geffen? Thank you, I didn't expect... the investors and investors in the open market were so enthusiastic."

Song Ya thought David Geffen called to ask about Chicago's political arena, but the result was not, "The next listed company? There has not been a decision yet..."

"Yes."

"Risk to enter? Uh, uh..."

David Geffen actually suggested that he wanted to play, and Song Ya was caught off guard. "We have no conclusion yet. Ms. Sloan tends to choose CrimeReads novel website, while Wall Street suggests that Ameriga music website be dismantled, so that the speed is the fastest..."

"Okay, I'll let you know if there is any progress."

"I promise……"

Grab money? I think beautifully! Song Ya made a fuss and said, "Bah!" and then spat at the phone.

"Don't spit in front of the child!" This scene was seen by Mariah Carey, and she came over to scold her, "This is a bad example!"

"oh."

Song Ya obediently carried Little Rega to her knees and came to New York. She must go to her ex-wife to visit her baby son.

"Hmph."

The ex-wife pouted and turned on the TV. MTV was playing the title song of her new Rainbow Heartbreaker.

She worked with Jazzy, no one cared about it, and she was stubborn and regained her nature. She had a blue jeans with **ra, and a small pink hairpin on her forehead...

As she danced with the Wuqun, she sat sideways on the table, posing at the camera, touching and celebrating herself.

It was so eye-catching that Song Ya seemed to see the shadow of the future funny aunt in the apocalypse. She subconsciously wanted to hold her forehead and sighed several times, but she just raised her hand and held it back, for fear of being beaten.

"Hahaha!"

The MV has a plot, she plays two roles alone, and fights in the same frame in the cinema set that was built with huge sums of money, and also uses some kung fu action.

She was very satisfied and was very happy to see her proud look. "This move was taught by Jack Chen, oh! Ha!"

"If it is replaced by real-life shooting in the theater, and the martial arts guidance is cheap, this MV can save a lot of money and will not affect the final effect."

Song Ya's sincere suggestion finally couldn't help but complain, "How come it costs millions..."

"Don't worry about me!" She rolled her eyes, "It's the record company that costs money anyway!"

That's right, she doesn't have her own label, and every penny of the MV filming is paid by Sony Columbia Records.

"How is your new monopoly?" Song Ya asked.

"No, all the data set the lowest record since my debut." When I mentioned this ex-wife, it was like a eggplant made from frost, wilted.

Alas, Britney is so popular now that all the previous generations of DIVA are not having a good time. Christina Aguilera, who debuted at the Disney Mickey Mouse Club like Britney, has the title song of the same name. Genie In A Bottle, the Billboard's first title song, is occupying the first place in the Billboard, and the music reviews are better. In addition, Backstreet Boys and Super Boys, in the turn of the century, it seemed that everything belonged to teenagers and young people.

"Tribeca has a party tonight, are you going together? Let's relax."

Song Ya asked lovingly touched her head.

"Who are there?"

"The guys in the black music circle in New York are mainly them. I also invited Sting and some white people... I don't know if they will come."

Song Ya replied that Lengshan Apocalypse has songs from Sting and others in the original film, and he has already asked A+ movie studio to buy the film and television soundtrack to authorize it.

"No! Annoying!"

It is rare that social animals have a party that they don’t want to attend, and their ex-wife turned to ask: “They said you made hundreds of millions a day yesterday?”

"It's just a paper wealth."

Song Ya pretended to behave and easily raised Liejia in the air with both hands, and said to her baby son: "It's all your whispers in the future..." He didn't care whether he could understand it or not.

“Hmph…”

The ex-wife hummed twice proudly and asked, "Do you have to go back to Tribeca tonight?"

"Oh, there is no way to socialize, there is something serious about it." Gotty will come tonight and needs to see him in person.

"Then get out, get out..."

"It's still early hehe."

"Well... the kid is watching! I hate it!"

It was getting late and he returned to Tribeca's home in the city. The party had already begun and Linda was helping to organize it.

"Um?"

He saw Linda and Dingkins, Pasey Sutton and NAS gather together. This combination is rare. Dingkins and Pasey Sutton are listening attentively to what Linda is saying, and nodding frequently.

He blinked in confusion.

"Hey, APLUS, hello, I admire you very much."

Just as I was about to go over and ask, I was interrupted by a young black man standing not far from the door, so I had to fist with the other party, "Hello."

This young black man was a little interesting, dressed up with a rare obedient dress, jeans, short-sleeved T-shirt, and a backpack. He seemed a little uncomfortable with the party atmosphere. He held a glass of beer in his hand, leaning against the wall of the corridor like a dull head, looking around curiously.

"Did you come with your friend?"

Song Ya thought he was the one who brought him here to play, so she didn't care much about it.

"Well, Jazzy brought me here, introduce myself, Kanye West." The young black man boldly introduced himself.

"oh?"

Kanye West? Why does this name seem familiar? Song Ya closed her eyes and remembered that there was a lyric in the Trumpets, an early apocalypse song, which is 'It always reminds me of Kanye West'. So...

He looked at the other person again.

"Hey, APLUS, have you met? This is Kanye West, a talented musician. He is currently mingling with me and helping with mixing and other things."

Jazzy saw the two people in the conversation and came to help introduce him, "He has been in China for a year!"

"Yeah?"

Song Ya became interested and asked: "Where is in China? Can you speak Chinese?"

"Lan Jing."

When the super junior met the emperor superstar, Kanye West answered with a little timidity and respectful and honesty: "I have only been to elementary school for one year, and I have forgotten everything, I only remember a little bit."

"Tell me," Song Yakao won.

"Uh...I'm a fool?"

"Hahaha!"

Song Yadale patted his shoulder intimately, "Not bad, come to me if you have anything to do in the future."

"Is Gotti here?" The encounter that Tianqi taught was about to be taken down, which was equivalent to picking up money. He turned his head and asked Jazzy.

"He's waiting inside." Jazzy replied.

"Well, go and tell him I'm here."

Song Ya sent Jazzy away and went to find the president of Metropolitan Records, "I signed the kid in the corridor, named Kanye West, the signing is longer, and the singer will make an appointment."

This kind of newcomer cannot refuse to make an appointment, he is very sure.

"Okay." The Black Pharaoh personally issued an order, and the president of Metropolitan Records nodded and bowed, "I'll do it right away."

"Um."

He walked into the hall and appeared, the noisy party scene seemed to be choked and quieted in an instant. People saluted, "Ah! APLUS!" Then the girls screamed, the four real girls, the fastest reaction, Beyoncé rushed to the front with three little sisters, surrounded him and jumped around.

It seems that they are already adults, yes.

"Don't be like the same as before, you're a big star, be more reserved."

The most beautiful Beyoncé among the four is not as old as the mature woman in a few apocalypse songs. She is thin, has a dreadlocked head, a pointed chin, has a very good curve, and has slender legs.

It’s also considered that I’ve seen it since I was a child, so Song Ya didn’t plan to eat it and joked casually.

Their second special, The Writing's On The Wall, was better than the first special. In the gradually shrinking R&B girl group market, it can barely be considered a second day group under TLC, and it can indeed be considered a big star.

"We will always be your fans." Beyoncé hugged his arms and swayed to show his loyalty.

"hey-hey……"

The money printing machine that Tianqi taught was already running at a faster speed. Song Ya was grinning. Rashida, who was conscious of crisis, sneaked in and crawled into his arms, and declared sovereignty to Beyoncé and the others with hostility.

"Who are you?"
To be continued...