With the help of Song Asheng, Song Ya registered an A+ copyright and asset management company, and injected the copyright and follow-up royalty income of the second-hand store and to De Klerk into this company.

Song Ya personally injected another 500,000 dollars into the new company, and then the upfront investment of A+ audio and A+ records will be borrowed from this new company, not a subsidiary, but as two independent companies, if they are played out in the future, Song Ya can get out as long as he chooses to go bankrupt.

A+ Audio took out a loan of 100,000 yuan, in addition to DeLay's salary and equipment, and also paid for a Silicon Valley audio guru to pay for his consulting fees to come to Chicago every weekend to earn extra money, as well as hiring fees to recruit musicians to participate in synthesized music production. In addition, this company has to come up with real money to buy Song Ya's synthesized sound invention, although it is left hand to right hand, but it is still necessary to settle the accounts clearly.

A+ Records took out a loan of 200,000 yuan to pay for 401A's rent and studio decoration and equipment costs, as well as to pay for the production of the new single I Feel It Coming, which includes the remuneration of DeLay and Al, and of course, Song Ya's contracted singer's remuneration is also not less.

150,000 yuan was handed over to a stockbroker to buy a portfolio, including a series of hardware manufacturers such as IBM, Wang Ang Computer, Texas Instruments, NSC, Intel, Cisco, Compaq, etc., as for the software...... Now the market is very chaotic, many companies are spinning and disappearing, and Song Ya really dare not set foot in it.

With the remaining 50,000, he voted for Leonardo DiCaprio (later known as Xiao Lizi, there are too many words) next year's two small-budget movies.

At present, the three companies do not have independent financial and legal personnel, and Song Ya is all-inclusive to Song Asheng and Goodman.

Although the sparrow is small, the Chinese decoration team found by Song Asheng is working fast, and Delai is finished when he arrives in Chicago, although some of the paint has not yet dried, but there is no saying that inhaling harmful substances affects health, he and Al officially started work, and the moving company pulled the old equipment of Lao Qiao's music from the warehouse, and the two began to direct the workers to build a recording studio.

Once the company starts, it starts burning money every minute, and Song Ya spends a lot of time signing for various expenses every day in addition to going to school and practicing songs.

"A piece of sound-absorbing material on the wall is missing, and you tell them to rework it quickly."

"What microphone stand costs 300 dollars?"

"Hiring five professional cellists for one sound? It's too expensive, and you can hire an amateur just for sampling. ”

"We're not going to pay for a hotel massage for that old guy in Silicon Valley!"

"Old Joe's old record player doesn't work? The new model has many features, but ...... Forget it, this money is not saved. ”

"Settle for another Yamaha synth, right? You pick the one with the lowest offer. ”

Song Ya was holding the phone and complaining while signing, when there was a knock on the door, and Al let Hayden in.

"Wow, nice place."

Hayden patted his ass as soon as he came in, "The two brands at the door, A+ Audio and A+ Records, are also very well designed." ”

Song Ya looked up and looked around the office with a hanging hanger in addition to cheap desks and chairs.

"Hahaha, it's a little shabby now, and it will be fine later."

Hayden did it himself, moved a folding chair and sat opposite Song Ya, "How's the single production?" He said.

"It's still in the early stages, what about you? What are the conditions for each family in New York? Song Ya asked.

Hayden took out his notebook from his bag and opened it, "SBK, Daniel's attitude is very clear, let you change your singing voice, you can't be so MJ, you can't let outsiders think that SBK is a singer who learns MJ, he can't stand the cynicism of the Sony Columbia media machine where MJ is located at that time." As long as you are willing to change your voice, he agrees to talk about other conditions, of course, no matter how you decide on this matter, I think you will visit him at the first stop in New York. ”

"Then there's nothing to talk about?"

Song Ya is still reluctant to change the Apocalypse song, if there are more Apocalypse in the future, then it will be said then, and ......, "Do you know about Robert?" He asked Hayden.

"What's the matter?" Hayden asked rhetorically.

"DeLay told me that Robert wasn't sent to Manila at all, and after Daniel sent me back to Chicago, Robert went back to SBK like no one, and everyone there knew about it, but kept me in the dark." He pointed at Hayden, "You'd better really not know." ”

"I really don't know." Hayden shrugged, "This Delay, as soon as he leaves SBK, he will snitch ......"

He saw Song Ya glaring at him, "Although I don't know, I can guess that after Daniel became the general manager of SBK, he wanted to integrate all the resources of EMI in North America, and he set his sights on the position of president of EMI Records in North America, Robert...... I have a good relationship with EMI UK. ”

"What do other companies say?" Since he didn't plan to cooperate with SBK, Song Ya didn't bother to dwell on it.

"Atlantic Records doesn't have much of an opinion on singing, but President Doug still insists on the condition of issuing a special album within the previous year, and downgrades the follow-up publicity resources."

"As for Sony Columbia, Motura is not even interested in giving me a chance to talk about it, or the previous sentence, if your finished or semi-finished product can satisfy him, he will help distribute it, second-tier singer resources."

"The conditions of other large companies are not as good as these three, and some small and medium-sized companies have taken the initiative to come to me, but ......" Hayden pointed to Song Ya's desk, "You have set up your own door, so why use them?" ”

Hayden's words made sense, Song Ya thought about it calmly, if he could see Cooper last time, he would really have a good discussion with Cooper about using the all-rice black DJ to hit the charts, and then relying on the billboard list to promote the routine. But Cooper ran away and is now part of the group, with his film 'Street Boy' scheduled for next July, and Mila's return to the Blue Reef in August, both of which will be distributed by Columbia Pictures.

"I can only record the semi-finished product first, and when the electronic accompaniment part of this song has a prototype, I think the big record companies will change their views for this."

He didn't expect the third Apocalypse song to be so deflated in this era, and now he can only pin his hopes on technological novelty.

Sending Hayden off and continuing his busy work, "YO! I don't know how long it took, Al came in, "Let's go home." He said.

Song Ya looked at the time, it was already half past eleven in the evening.

"Okay." He and Al walked out of the office to see that the lights were still on in the studio, and DeLay was energetic and sorting out the day's samples.

"Let's go, I'll finish it in a while."

DeLay rented a house nearby, moved in with his girlfriend, and put down roots in Chicago.

At the door, Song Ya picked up a few resumes of men and women who wanted to be singers stuffed in from the crack in the door, and flipped through them casually, and one of the black girls' resumes also had a photo attached to it.

“WTF！”

Turning to the last page of the photo, the two saw something spicy, and Al shouted.

Song Ya rolled her eyes and threw her resume into the shredder.

Al drove, and the two dragged their tired bodies home......

“Surprise ！”

As soon as the door was opened, the dark room suddenly became bright, and Aunt Susie was holding Freddie Jr., Tony and 'Silencer', Connie and Taryn, and Emily, and the family pulled the spray strip in their hand, and the strip flew in the room, and a large cake was placed on the table.

The clock on the wall was exactly twelve o'clock.

He looked at Al behind him, who looked silly and patted him on the shoulder, "Happy birthday, APLUS." ”

"Oh yes, it's the birthday of the original owner of my body after twelve......"