Chapter 331: Bag Clip
"Boss."
The next day, Song Ya and his party were ready to go, and a female clerk of A+ records stopped him, "Want to Want Me actress's resume of the first round of auditions, Mr. Yeremov asked if you want to participate." β
"Forget it, I don't have time."
Song Ya took a thick stack of resumes, about fifty copies, put them on the table, quickly lifted the corner with the photos, and skimmed them roughly. There were a lot of beautiful faces, and he also saw a picture of the South African girl inside, and his hand stopped for a moment, and then continued to flip through.
"Yes, just let Yeremov, Anne Fletche, and Larry take care of it."
The MV directors of Show me the money and Want to Want Me still chose Larry, who had worked together, Yeremov became the executive producer, Sony Columbia Records sent a person to be the producer, and Anne Fletcher was the dancer. The four of them have the right to cast, of course, as long as the male protagonist and producer Song Yaxiang wants to, he can get what he wants.
"And." The clerk took out a few more resumes, "This is what they put directly into the second round." β
It should all be Yeremov's related households, Song Ya couldn't help but think of the tearing and fighting for the MV heroine in SBK back then, but she didn't expect that she has now grown to the position where Daniel was back then, "I won't watch it, since they directly put people in the second round, they should have their reasonable reasons." β
He didn't want to ask his subordinates too much about using this kind of petty power.
"Also, this one went straight to the third and final round, and she said that she only participated in one round of interviews, and Mr. Yeremov agreed."
The clerk handed over a thicker resume, which surprised Song Ya, "Tyra Banks? He flipped through his resume, and the beautiful magazine cover photo showed a black actress, a little familiar, and he knew that he was a model by looking at his height and body proportions.
"ELLE magazine, Vanity Fair magazine, 17-year-old magazine, Paris Fashion Week 25 shows, all of this in one year, wow, this is a supermodel?"
Song Ya couldn't help but marvel when she saw a long list of resumes, no wonder she was so bullish and only willing to participate in a round of interviews, her figure was naturally very good, and she was quite material, not a flat like Kate Moss, but unfortunately, the face was not her own dish.
"Not yet, but it should be soon." The clerk replied.
"I see." No wonder he feels a little familiar, this black girl was the first to appear in MJ's Black or white controversial MV face-swapping special effects, and it is marked on the resume.
βAPLUSγβ Goodman pointed to his watch to remind him.
"Yes, I'll check the last round anyway."
Song Ya dropped her resume, and the group got into the car and drove to Barn Chemical.
The office building here has been vacant for a long time, and it is estimated that the cleaners and maintenance staff are almost gone.
"Wow, Wow, Wow, Wow, Wow......"
Song Ya started and got out of the elevator with great momentum, Goodman, Samour and others followed behind, quite a bit like he went to Sony's Columbia Records headquarters to challenge Motura, but unfortunately there was no movement in the apocalypse under this atmosphere, so he simply made up the pure music of Game of Thrones.
"APLUS, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU."
Underwood led a group of representatives of various financial institutions on the Board of Trustees to wait in the conference room, and the party whip smiled as kindly as the warm sun, "I've seen it all, hello, hello." Song Ya shook hands with them one by one.
"There are ...... about the list of Bath chemical assets that we host"
In addition to the more than 400 workers in the two factories, there are even a few engineers who have been traveling in China to guide the construction of the factory there.
The deposit of 10 million dollars may be borrowed by the old Barnes for bankruptcy, and the equipment cannot be sold, isn't the factory built in vain? Thinking of these two points, Song Ya didn't think that Old Barn was kind.
"I think there is only one topic for today, which is to negotiate an acceptable price and completely clean up the mess made by old Barne."
Underwood sat in the middle of the long conference table, like an arbiter and moderator, he looked at Samuel, who was flipping through the documents, and the Coopers accountant he brought, "Samur, how long will it take you to read?" He looked at his watch, "I won't be here long before I have to rush back to Washington." β
"It's hard to say, please don't worry, after all, this is a transaction of tens of millions of dollars."
"Ahem, Mr. Underwood......"
Out of the corner of his eye, Song Ya saw Aquinas's big belly outside appear at the door first, "Why don't we go over there and wait for a while?" β
"Okay."
Underwood had no doubt about him, but when he looked at it, he saw Aquinas and the president of Caterpillar Mining Machinery behind him.
"What are you?" Underwood, who was well-connected, naturally knew each other, and asked hesitantly after greetings.
"Oh, I have a new idea, Mr. Underwood."
Song Ya smiled and led him to the old Barn's original office, and asked him to sit down in the old Barn's original seat, "That's the case, in order to add insurance, I also pulled Caterpillar in, and when the time comes, we will pack the mining machinery of Barn Chemical and Caterpillar's equipment together, I hope you will coordinate the release in the council, how about it?" β
"It's all up to you, Underwood." The president of Caterpillar's Mining Machinery Division also smiled at him: "I didn't expect you to come here from Washington to help." β
"Uh...... Cough. β
Underwood put his hand into a fist to cover his mouth, then lowered his head and coughed and glanced at Song Ya quickly, "I'm a little surprised......"
Song Ya felt that he was actually angry.
Hey, but you're just afraid to show it in front of Caterpillar executives, right? Caterpillar has not been doing very well in the past two years, but it is still a giant company with a market value of tens of billions of dollars, and it has created countless jobs in Illinois alone.
"Everyone is trying, if the elephant party doesn't give it, then I will admit it, it's not much business."
The president of Caterpillar Mining Machinery had a loud voice, and he was also staring at his reaction, "Or do you have a problem there?" Aren't you a party whip? Can you watch this little thing? β
"Of course, but I'm going to see what you want to sell first." Underwood replied.
"Aquinas." The president of Caterpillar Mining Machinery tilted his head.
Aquinas took the list of equipment out of his bag, walked over to Underwood, placed it in front of him, and then propped his hand on the back of the chair behind him, and began to explain one by one, his big belly resting on Underwood's arm.
"Bag and Trap Tactics?"
Song Ya also walked to Underwood's other side mischievously, also propping her hands on the back of her chair, and pretending to look at the list intently.
Underwood began to check one by one, but Song Ya's eyes always fell on his facial expression, this guy should be pretending to be busy now, thinking about countermeasures haha.
"I think I'll have to consult with a professional." Underwood said.
"Yes, but as soon as possible." The president of Caterpillar Mining Machinery nodded in agreement.
βAPLUSγβ
Underwood put away his list and strode out.
Song Ya followed, and the two easily found a remote corner in the empty building.
"How dare you!?" Underwood suddenly turned back and said in a deep voice with a grim gaze.
"I'm also doing it for Mr. Underwood."
Song Ya smiled, "Increase the chance of passing on the side of the Elephant Party, after all, it is a business of tens of millions of dollars." β
"You're so naΓ―ve, I don't like people playing tricks in front of me the most." He said oppressively.
"I had a fight with Mr. Motula, the president of Sony Columbia Records, but now we're good friends again, and he said something that I agree with, business is business, business is done, and we have a long time to mend our relationship, right? Mr. Underwood. β
Song Ya responded leisurely, "I don't think you like a long-term friend who is a waste who can't do anything about it while tens of millions of knives may burn to ashes at any time, right?" β
"What's the point of your move?"
Underwood laughed at him again, "You still have to take the risk that the current Grand Commander won't sign." β
"Of course it makes sense, you're going to help me get as much risk as possible from the consortium, right?"
Song Ya said: "In addition to Caterpillar, I also plan to find some local oil companies in Chicago, they also have oilfield equipment to sell to China, if you don't help with this, I will make this package bigger and bigger, until you and I can't bear it, and I can't afford to offend." The majority party whip is good at dancing in Chicago with long sleeves, deeply involved in business affairs, and endorsing tens of millions, hundreds of millions of equipment resale platforms......"
Love points, right? If you like it, eat more, Song Ya secretly sneered.