"I won't get involved with him and little Lori, okay?"

A-List is in sight, and Song Ya will not get involved in the feud between Little Lori and Diddy, "I have had people clearly convey this attitude to him several times, why do you always bother me? He is just a Harlem

District gangster, who does he M-FXXK think he is?"

Mary J. Blige came here to send a message for Diddy, who was downstairs and wanted to come up.

Song Ya didn't want to associate with the gang members in Harlem. This black girl was also very social. Just now, she wanted to throw Fergie with the wine in her hand. Fortunately, she was stopped by NAS and Harley next to her in time. Naturally, Song Ya wouldn't be right.

She is polite.

"FXXKYOU!APLUS."

Mary J. Blige cursed in a black voice: "You are the kind of guy who has the same heart as white people. Don't think you are great. Everyone in this room knows it..."

"Okay, okay, if that's the case, then I'm not welcome here either. Please leave, Mavota." Song Ya tilted her head towards Mavota at the door.

"Excuse me, ma'am." Mawatta immediately came over to chase people away.

"Let go, I will leave by myself!"

Mary J. Blige shook off Mavotta's hand, strode angrily to the living room, grabbed a male singer's hand and left, and then three more male singers led their followers and girlfriends away, ten

As soon as a few people left, the party suddenly became quite empty.

"Mary Blige is the girlfriend of K-Ci, a member of the Jodeci group. They both belong to Uptown Records. They are the ones who left just now."

NAS is well-informed, "Puff Daddy is one of the producers of their album. After being fired by Uptown Records due to conflicts with Little Lowry, Mary J. Blige and Jodeci's album production has encountered a stagnation. They don't like it."

The other producers’ music styles want to join forces to pressure Uptown Records to invite Diddy back.”

"Isn't Puff Daddy an intern? Are his production abilities so valued?" Song Ya always thought that the other party was just a gang member with some strength in Harlem.

"The sampling and mixing capabilities are top-notch, and the music style is also very innovative." NAS said, "I think Puff Daddy was embarrassed to let outsiders think he was asking for your help, so he used Little Lori's matter as an excuse.

Excuse, he and Little Lowry simply can't fight now, both sides will suffer losses and are both in despair."

"How can I help? I don't even know anyone from Shangcheng Records." Song Ya said.

"You are now famous and are considered to have created the Chicago rap genre. Uptown Records will give you face." NAS said.

"FXXK, I don't want to worry about these things."

Song Yaxin said that Uptown Records was trying to save me face, and now the confrontation with Russell Simmons is the top priority.

He seemed to be passive again in New York. Rakim and Kane who came to the party were all taken care of by Russell Simmons, not to mention that LL Cool J and other senior bosses were directly under Russell Simmons. He underestimated this person in New York.

With the influence of the hip-hop circle, it’s no wonder that old fox Quincy Jones simply hid behind him and let Russell Simmons deal with him.”

"It's up to you." NAS shrugged, "Anyway, you are the loudest now if you are popular."

"APLUS! Old Mike said there was a conflict downstairs!" Taraji came to report.

"What's wrong?" Song Ya had a big head and walked to the monitoring room. The picture from the detector downstairs showed that Mary J. Blige and others who had just come downstairs were surrounding and pushing a tall black man.

"Muffler?" The quality of the surveillance picture was not high. How did Song Ya think that the man under siege looked like a 'muffler'? "Didn't he get a one-year sentence? How long has he been in jail? By the way, that's not good.

FXXK! Old Mike, come with me."

He thought that if he behaved well in prison, he would only serve half of the sentence before he would be paroled. Calculating, it would be almost six months. And 'The Silencer' had a big feud with Diddy, and it was he who had the other party exposed in public.

He beat him up violently, and then the other party insisted on sending him to prison, and those people below were all friends of Diddy.

A group of people took the elevator and rushed down, "M-FXXK, get out of the way!"

Song Ya roared, and Old Mike put his hand in his jacket. Mavota rushed forward to separate the crowd and protect the besieged 'muffler'.

"APLUS." Diddy appeared from the group of people with his hands in his pockets, looking like he was struggling, "Do you want to vouch for him?"

"Of course! He is my brother!" Song Ya said to him: "That matter is over. He no longer hangs out with Little Lori and has served his sentence. If you still want to pursue it, it's us.

It’s a problem between the two of us!”

"Stop pretending to be a street person, APLUS! You are just an honors student surrounded by white people, darling! Even GD will not vouch for you and little Lori!"

Mary J. Blige was there again.

"FXXK! Do you want to try it?" Song Ya winked at Old Mike, and the old man moved his hand and pulled out half of the gun handle.

"YOU M-FXXK, you think we're afraid?" At some point, their followers took the gun from the car over there. Mary J. Blige's boyfriend K-Ci took the lead, and several others took the gun in their hands.

"What, APLUS, who has more guns now?"

Old Mike rolled his eyes, took out his gun, loaded it, and aimed at K-ci.

"FXXK YOU!" Several guns on the opposite side were raised together and pointed at Song Ya, "shoot if you dare, M-FXXK!"

High-risk industry, high-risk industry, these guys across the street are all young singers, and they are much less scrupulous than those famous singers, but there is absolutely no room for coercion at this moment, 'M-FXXK put the gun down' You put it down!' You

Put it down first!' The two sides were flying with curse words starting with F, and the quarrel was fierce. Silencer rushed to K-ci with his bare hands, and put his head against the opponent's gun, "Shoot, shoot, no coward!"

"OK! OK! OK!" Unexpectedly, it was Diddy who raised his hand first, "K-ci, forget it, let's go."

"Sean, I'm going to leave this kid here today!"

"Let's go, let's go." Diddy bared his teeth and raised his chin towards the muffler, "APLUS, for your sake today, it's not difficult for me to go for him..."

The group put away their guns, got back in the car, and drove off with the accelerator accelerating.

"Check if there are any reporters." Song Ya told Old Mike, "Come on, let's go home." He patted the silencer on the back.

Silencer went to the wall to pick up a large luggage bag, and followed Song Ya into the elevator.

"You should have called in advance. Didn't even Tony know you were going to be released from prison?" Song Ya asked the silencer.

The silencer only smiled shyly. When he returned to the party, he took out the parole document from his bag and handed it to Song Ya, "I'll let my lawyer see it. Just follow me when you come out. I just need someone here. You

Is it right to know what little Lori did?" Song Ya asked.

Silencer nodded.

"OK, Taraji, go get him some clothes. Mine will do, and he can wear them too." Song Ya returned to the bedroom, took out a few rolls of rice knives from the cookie jar under the bed, and stuffed them into the silencer.

In his hand, he said, "Take it and spend it first."

"APLUS, Goodman is back."

Taraji took the clothes and threw them to the silencer.

"Okay, let them wait for me in the study." Song Ya chatted with the muffler for a while before going to the study to meet Goodman and others.

"We negotiated, and Shirley Fleming finally chose to cooperate with us. Quincy Jones' offer was higher, but they had more ideas for the magazine, and we couldn't agree on this with Shirley Fleming."

Goodman said.

It seems that Shirley Fleming is not interested in Quincy Jones and others' plans for the magazine's future course.

In addition to Song Ya and Shirley Fleming's capital contribution and equity ratio, the remaining conditions negotiated were Shirley Fleming's editor-in-chief annual salary of 200,000 dollars and the recall of the five original magazine editors. In addition to the annual list,

Obituaries and columns for some old friends, she can probably still fully control one-third of the magazine's content and personnel arrangements.

"The main disagreement was over the office location. I didn't agree with her locating the magazine not far from the Upper East Side. Instead, I asked her to work in a low-end office building here in Tribeca," Goodman said with a smile.

"Okay, if the acquisition is successful, she will still be the elegant upper-class old lady." Song Ya said.
Chapter completed!