In the last week of publicity, Song Ya returned to New York.

"This week."

In the back room of a small gold shop in Brooklyn's Chinatown, Song Ya tossed a small handbag to NAS and said, "Say hello to Rakim for me." ”

NAS pulled the pouch open and roughly flicked a neat pile of twenty and fifty knives inside, a total of twenty thousand, "Yay." He nodded, zipped it up, and tucked it into his arms.

"Alright, let's get out."

Song Ya patted him on the shoulder, and the two walked to the storefront, where Delay and Al were discussing with the Chinese proprietress with the blueprints.

"Golden, yes, the necklace should be thick, and the two letters A + on the tag should be covered with rhinestones, so we want that blingbling feeling, set three."

The gold chain given by Lao Qiao was robbed by the Cubans, singing a rap song like Remember The Name can't be done without that thing, I heard that black hip-hop singers are customizing jewelry in this store, Song Ya took advantage of coming to New York and made a tag designed by himself, one for each of the three lead singers.

"Pick one, NAS." When paying the bill, Song Ya saw NAS looking around the glittering store with his eyes open, and said politely.

"Really?" NAS looked at him.

"yes, it's all timbering, you're welcome......" Song Ya took out a check and shook it at him.

NAS pointed to a large gold chain on the wall and asked the proprietress to take it down.

"You kid...... It's really not polite to me......" Song Ya's face darkened, and the words became "cool." "Sign the check according to the total price calculated by the proprietress .

“YO……”

NAS wrapped the gold chain around his neck, "Tired of logging, ah......" He was a lot more affectionate, and took the initiative to stretch out his fist, Song Ya touched him, he patted the handbag in his arms, "I'll take care of your business." ”

"It's all up to you." Song Ya beckoned and watched him go out.

"APLUS, COME ON, LET'S TAKE A PICTURE." The proprietress took out her camera.

Song Ya pressed Al's arm down to the GD gang gesture and took a photo with her.

Just as he was patting, the pager rang, it was Walt.

"Come to headquarters, Mr. Motura wants to see you." Walter was succinct in his words.

Song Ya hurried to the headquarters of Columbia Records, and met the tall and handsome head of Columbia Records in the palace-like office on the top floor.

"APLUS, YOUR FIRST ORDER IS GOOD, CONGRATULATIONS." Motura stepped out from behind her desk and held out her hand.

"Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Motula." Song Ya shook hands with him.

"Sit."

Motura led him to sit down on the couch on the other side of the office, "Billboard ninth in week three, and probably eighth in week four, it's solid, I heard from the sales department that it's almost platinum, right?" ”

"Yes."

"The tricks you use are simple and effective, you know? If it were me, I wouldn't have taken I feel it coming out and released a single alone, I would just let it lie quietly on the album and make a strong single. ”

"It's my first single, after all."

"I know, I'm well aware of your mentality, so I said hello to Philadelphia's Philadelphia, did you see his short review in Rolling Stone?"

"See, he's making fun of me."

"Haha......" Motura laughed, "sometimes you have to say the opposite, don't you think that after he said that, the MJ fans' bad feelings for you disappeared?" A lot of sales in the third and fourth weeks were contributed by MJ fans who read Philby's short reviews. ”

"I see." Song Ya instantly understood, it seemed to be such a truth.

"Hear Walt say you're working on a second song? Still want to release a single? ”

"Yes, the second song will be a rap song."

"Pay attention to control, more than a dozen songs on an album, you can't release a single per song, five songs should be the upper limit."

"I understand."

The two chatted for a while, and Motura walked over to the bar, "Bourbon? Gin? Or agave? ”

"Well, just gin."

Motura poured two glasses of wine, took them and handed them to Song Ya, and after the two tasted them, he said, "I heard Walt say that you and Mary have a good conversation. ”

"Uh......"

Song Ya carefully observed the other party, as if she didn't mean to ask the teacher, "Yes, Miss Kelly and I had a little misunderstanding before, but then we became good friends. ”

"She doesn't have many friends in New York, so you can get together more if you have nothing to do." Motura put down his glass.

"Okay." Song Yaxin said that you told me to gather more.

“emmmm……”

Motura crossed her fingers on her lap, and actually showed a little embarrassed look, and after thinking for a long time, she said: "There is something, we have a little dispute, can you help me persuade her?" ”

"You say."

"That's ......"

Through Motula's narration, Song Ya understood that with the popularity of Mariah Carey, the black community began to judge as usual, and the same predicament that MJ is facing now, 'not black enough', which has become the target of the black group attacking her.

In some respects, I am expected to be attacked by this kind of attack in the future, and I can't hide from it.

But Mariah Carey coped with it in a different way, she thought that since they all said that I wasn't dark enough, why don't I just get a tan? It happened to be a new appearance at the Grammy Awards at the end of February, suppressing the negative evaluation of the black community. Anyway, tanning is very common in the United States, because wealthy whites have the money and leisure to go to the beach for vacation, and at the same time tan themselves, and those who have no money and no leisure have to use a sunbathing device in the city to make their skin look like they have just returned from the beach.

And this idea was firmly opposed by Motura, and the two quarreled over it.

Mariah Carey thinks she's half black anyway, so it's okay to tan, and then no one will say she's 'black enough'.

"You know, I like her, I just like the way she is......"

"Of course, that doesn't mean I'm a black-skinned racist, I've signed MJ, I've signed you, I've signed a lot of African-American singers, and I'm going to give some street rappers a chance this year." And Mary, she's a little overreacting, you know what I mean? ”

"I know, I know, I'm half-blood, and I feel the attack on Miss Kelly." Song Ya comforted him.

"Yes, that's why I came to you."

"Don't worry, I'll go and persuade Miss Kelly."

Song Ya took over the errand, and in the evening, Walter had already made an appointment to have dinner again, or a few of them, or the French restaurant.

However, this time, Walter and David Cole and Roberto Clevard made excuses to leave early.

"They're boring."

Mariah Carey pouted and complained, raised her hand to beckon the waiter and poured another glass of red wine, "Ha, Walter is not here, you are not allowed to snitch." She winked at Song Ya.

"Don't worry, am I that kind of person?" Song Ya pulled the chair closer, "Have you been busy lately?" ”

"In addition to recording songs, I'm just going to participate in the Grammys, by the way, you can help me give some advice......"

She pulled out a copy of Gucci's haute couture evening catalogue from her bag, "I'm going to wear this." She pointed to a white evening dress.

"Why don't you choose the black one next to you, it fits your skin very well." Song Ya deliberately pointed to another black style with diamond trim and shoulder straps and said, "And it's very shiny, the judges' eyes will not be taken off." ”

"Wow, you have the same eye as my stylist."

She unconsciously fell into Song Ya's language trap, "But then my skin will become a little darker, and this one will not be so suitable." ”

"Darkened?"

"yes, I'm going to do tanning during this time."

"Why? In my eyes, you are already the perfect woman by now! ”

"Hehe, you kid, your mouth is so sweet." Mariah Carey slapped him on the shoulder with a smile, "You don't know what those DJs say about me." ”

"Say what to you? Not dark enough? ”

"yes." She poured a large sip of red wine.

"Hahaha!"

Song Ya pretended to laugh, "Why don't I know, I'm also mixed-race, they also said that I wasn't black enough." ”

"Really?"

"Of course, you don't have to pay attention to them, really, you don't understand those DJs."

Song Ya said: "I'm not like you, the princess of Colombian records, I often deal with these big and small DJs when I run a B-List to promote, I know them too well, as long as you are a mixed race, they will say that you are not black enough and not your own person, you make yourself black, they will say what you know?" ”

"What do you say about me?"

"They're going to say you're a 'fake' black man! Believe me, you are destined not to please them, they just rely on DISS this DISS that beat listening rate, how can they keep their mouths shut? And if you let them know that you care a lot about their comments, they're just going to get more and more unscrupulous, nothing else, just to elicit your reaction, just like the little boy in the neighborhood likes to make the girl cry on purpose, they're so cheap. ”