The videotape of the fan club was quickly produced. Dilai used the equipment of the A+ record to modify the sound a little. Song Ya was in good condition that day and sang five songs besides Empire State of Mind and i hate u i love u. The interaction between the stage was also very warm and natural.

However, without the license of Sony Columbia Records, such audio-visual products cannot be distributed. Song Ya does not want to take the risk of distributing them through underground channels, so she can only keep them as a souvenir.

As time approaches November, most of the people in Yongdao have withdrawn from the Sony Columbia Records headquarters, leaving only one accountant in charge of daily audits. This has reduced Song Ya's burden a lot and spent money well. Compared with SBK before, the average price of records on Sony Columbia Records, especially the average price of records released abroad, has been greatly increased. In the past, Song Asheng alone would never be able to make such a good price.

"APLUS, you may need to go to New York." Yelemov came to see him secretly again, "Shurhov wants to see you."

"Who is Shurhof?" Song Ya asked the words and suddenly remembered, "That Sony and the United States president?"

"Yes, it's him."

Yelemov introduced: "Shurchoff, a PhD in physics, is a good player in selling electronic products, but he has no knowledge of the entertainment industry at all. He is privately ridiculed as an "unlicensed operator" by Hollywood people. He has no influence on the two joint chairmans of Columbia Pictures, Gubert and Peters. Similarly, his hand cannot reach into Mothura's record kingdom."

"Then will I see him useful?" Song Ya asked.

"We have to try it. It's almost time to reach the release node of i hate u i love u. Motura lets go and would rather pay you five million to stop your songs from being released. Maybe Shurhof finally got it done? After all, he is Sony's only boss in the United States." Yeremov asked for credit: "This opportunity depends entirely on my relationship with Benzi."

"You are doing a good job, Yelemov." Song Ya knew what the other party was hinting at, "When I overcome the difficulties, your treatment will be greatly improved."

The next day, Song Ya met Sony's helmsman in the United States under the leadership of Yelemov, led by the hard-working Yelemov.

Schulhoff is trusted by the book, but the acquisition of Columbia Pictures, led by him, is now a mess. Although Sony's main purpose is to use the publications of Columbia Pictures and Records to help the dispute over electronic product standards, Columbia Pictures has now become a bloody wound, and even Sony is a little overwhelmed.

"APLUS, Motura is a perfect manager. If it weren't for him, I think I would be the laughing stock of Quanmi..."

The old white man Shulhoff, who is very busy and has a strong engineering temperament, seems not to know what Hollywood has said about him. "This storm has hurt both of you. I think maybe you can release a little kindness first and let me be a middleman."

"I respect Mr. Mothura very much."

Song Ya was a little disappointed. When he heard Shulhoff's opening remark, he realized that it was impossible to threaten Mothura through Sony's top executives. Columbia Pictures became the perfect foil for Sony's Columbia Records. The more severe the loss in Hollywood, the more it highlighted the importance of Mothura in the record industry.

"Well, how much can you give in?" Shulhoff asked.

"My conditions are made public. The five-year A+ record distribution rights and my personal two specialties cannot be changed, because I have made a public offer to all major record companies in all of the Miles. Whoever matches will get me, and Sony is no exception." Song Ya answered in a humble and arrogant manner.

"Tao Tree." Schulkhov picked up the landline and gestured to Gao Tree who was accompanying him.

"Let's go out to chat? Please." Gao Shu led Song Ya and others out of the office.

"APLUS San, I didn't expect things to turn out like this." Gao Shu apologized politely again, "If you leave Sony Columbia Records, I think maybe we had a good cooperation before..."

"I understand." Song Ya knew that once the breakup was completely broken, next year's MD advertisements, no, maybe they would never receive any advertisements for Sony products in the future.

"I'm really sorry." Gao Shu bowed ninety degrees.

The few people were quickly called back by Schulhof, "It's a bit embarrassing to say that. Mothura doesn't want to talk about these things with you for the time being. He is busy with MJ's new specialty, and I don't want to disturb him at this time." Schulhof seemed to be convinced by Mothura.

Not surprisingly, Song Yabai made a trip.

"The good news is that I finally got on the new car."

When she returned to Chicago, Song Ya saw that the entourage was a little frustrated and took the initiative to talk about it. This bulletproof version of W140S600 was finally shipped from Belgium to Chicago. "I fell in love with the front face of this car. It was very domineering and a little familiar."

"Look familiar?" Yelemov asked.

"Forget it, just pretend I've seen it in my dream." Song Ya didn't want to get entangled with the vague memories in her mind.

School life still needs to continue. Game of Thrones rehearsal progress has slowed down but is still advancing slowly. Record companies that are interested in Song Ya are still making tentative offers. The closest one is Warner Records, which has two specialties for five years. No problem, but they also like A+ Records, but they only ask for 49% of A+ Records shares. At the same time, they released their kindness to Song Ya for Madonna. Perhaps because of the Empire State of Mind that Song Ya was very popular with DIVAs.

One day, Cassiti finally appeared in the orchestra event again.

She became very withdrawn and silent, and had no response to Song Ya's eyes floating over. It seemed that Vick's suspension had a great blow to her.

"Now you know how that violin came about?"

The chief violinist learned the news from nowhere, and said to the girl beside him in a small voice that everyone could hear: "I've heard that someone's father is a bad police officer."

"Stop talking!" Song Ya knocked on the baton, "The fourth bar is started..."

Casiti frequently had problems, and Song Ya turned a blind eye to all of them. After the rehearsal, she dodged the gaze of the girls around her and whispered. She panickedly stuffed the precious violin that she used to cherish into the piano case, and put her back on her body and bowed her head and walked away quickly.

Song Ya sighed secretly.

He was escorted to the parking lot by old Mike and was about to drive away when he saw Casiti coming out of her car and walked out of the parking lot in the heavy rain.

"Wait a minute." Song Ya was suddenly stunned. Two minutes later, he asked Old Mike to stop the car, "Let me drive."

"You're itchy? This car is really good." Old Mike moved to the passenger seat.

"Uh, no, I want to drive alone. Can you find a way to go back by yourself?" Song Ya asked.

Old Mike looked back at him, "It's raining outside."

"Do you a favor, Mike." Song Ya opened the door and ran into the driver's seat.

Old Mike went out with a stern face, threw it hard onto the car door, and hid back to the teaching building with the newspaper blocking the rain.

Seeing that he was dialing the phone and calling for a taxi, Song Ya started the car and chased Casiti in the direction where he left.

From a distance, I saw the good girl being soaked in a drool. Her beautiful blonde hair was placed on her face one by one, and her school uniform was almost wet. She stood by the side of the road, as if she was going to cross the road. Song Ya seized the opportunity and pulled the car in front of her with a throttle.

"Casiti, is the car broken? Come up, I'll take you home." He found the window button, opened the passenger seat window, and shouted to Casey.

"No need." Casiti looked around and found that the students' eyes were all turned to this side, and shook his head in a hurry, "I'll just go and take the bus."

"Uh." Song Ya closed her eyes and recalled for two seconds, "I'm not for you, Cassiti."

Cassiti's face changed.

"I feel sorry for your violin. As a musician, I am afraid it will be damaged by the rain." Song Ya smiled at her and said, "If you really don't want to get on the car, I suggest putting the piano into my car, you follow the car and walk slowly, and let's go to the platform together."

Casiti may not have imagined why Song Ya played this. He was hesitating. Song Ya said again: "If you are afraid that I will drive away, I can pay for the piano for a while." He took out a few change from his pocket, "How much does a new violin cost? Ten yuan? Or twenty?"

Casiti was amused.

Song Ya ran out of the car, took the violin from her shoulder, snatched her schoolbag and threw it into the car window, and then started the car and signaled to Casiti that he could leave.

Casiti walked towards the platform, "What's wrong with you? Why are they talking bad about you?" Song Ya drove the car as parallel to her as a snail, "I just heard it."

Cassiti lowered his head, "I don't want to say it."

"Okay, it's up to you, but you won't be able to do this. The more you are afraid of escaping, the more you will be, the more you will be, the more you will be, the more you will be, the more you will be. "

"I know, I...my father has endured some bad slander, but it doesn't matter. I believe he is a good police officer and everything will be revealed."

It's strange that Song Ya silently complained, "It's certain."

Hugo was getting heavier and heavier. As Song Ya was chatting deliberately, Casiti was in a much better mood. She couldn't stand being soaked. "Uh, I think, I'd better get in the car." He lowered his head and looked at Song Ya through the car window, "Can I let me get in the car?"

Her whole body was soaked, her school uniform was pressed against her chest with water, and the color of her underwear could be clearly seen.

"Come on." Song Ya opened the car door, "Where is your home? I'll take you back."

Cassiti said an address, "Thank you, APLUS, I know I read you right. You are the best musician. Although you usually ignore others, you are actually very kind inside..."

"Hey, don't talk to Casiti in this tone. We are classmates and friends."

Song Ya took out tissues from the storage box and gave them to her. He drove the car very slowly. His vision was not good in the rain. Many cars with very fast speeds were approaching and saw that they were about to hit him. He could only hurriedly turn the direction and avoid it. The angry driver honked his horn while delivering the car.

"Yes, it's a friend." Casiti wiped the water from his body with a tissue. "You're driving too slowly, it's unsafe." she said.

"This way we can stay alone for a longer time." Song Ya was shameless at first, so he simply drove the car to the edge of the road and moved forward slid all the way.

Cassiti laughed, "Don't do this, you have a girlfriend APLUS..."

"You know, in the music circle, sometimes romance is just for the outside world to see."

Song Ya said: "I have always been sorry for what happened that time. I didn't let you get in the car that time. Did your car really break down? Like today, I was very alert at that time. I was afraid of those girls who came to approach me just for fame."

"Uh..." Casiti lowered his head, "Yes, my car really broke that day."

With Song Ya deliberately pleased him, Casiti was very happy to be coaxed, and he successfully dragged it until the night fell.

"I think you will never be able to get home in my life if you drive like this. Where is this?" Cassiti looked out the window.

"My sister told me that she used to come here with her boyfriend." Song Ya stopped the car and turned off the engine. The bulletproof Mercedes-Benz's film was very strong, and it was definitely pitch black outside.

"Uh, I think, we..." Casiti looked at Song Ya who was slowly approaching with his upper body in panic, "Are we going to do this too quickly, APLUS."
Chapter completed!