Half an hour later.

"How long have they been together?" Linda sat at the dressing table, her eyes focused on an oil painting hanging on the door of the dressing room, the frame of which was perfunctory and kept shaking in small increments.

"What did you say?" Beside her, Mariah Carey's female assistant closed her hand, dazed.

Linda glanced at her suspiciously, and repeated the question aloud, "How long have they been together?" ”

"What?" The female assistant stared at her open and closed lips for a moment, "Oh, I'm sorry. She took off the earplugs on both sides, "Hehe, so you can't hear the sound, you say it again." ”

Linda rolled her eyes, "I asked, how long have they been together?" ”

"I don't know, it's been more than a year, right? I actually found out later, just like you. The female assistant smiled wryly.

"Wow......"

Linda looked at the painting again, "Is this often the case?" Both of them. ”

"It's like this every time I have a chance, but they don't see each other much, and it's hard to find a chance." The female assistant replied.

"You can keep it a secret."

"Yes, Mr. APLUS is careful."

"How?"

"Uh-huh...... the female assistant pointed to herself, "me and your ex, the girl named Taragi, are here to answer the phone, and then ......" he pointed to the door of the dressing room, "Old Mike will be guarding the door, and the other bodyguards of APLUS are on the periphery, and Miss Kelly's bodyguards used to be Mr. Motura's people, so I wanted to keep them away and fool them, and now they are all my own." ”

"What if someone comes suddenly? For example, Motula. Linda asked.

"Old Mike will quietly dial my phone." The female assistant pouted at Nunu, the mobile phone on the dressing table, "Then I informed them, greeted them and closed the middle door to delay the time." ”

"I see!"

Linda suddenly realized, "This is the real reason why they were rumored to be playing big names, right?" That's why they always ask for a powder room like the presidential suite! ”

"It's not too much for DIVA to ask for that." The female assistant replied, "So it's usually APLUS who comes to us, and it's ......," she lowered her voice, "and he often doesn't ask for it." ”

"Wow......" Linda exclaimed, "you're bold, too." ”

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, didn't you foresee the revenge when you were discovered by Motula? Listen to him yelling at you, 'I'm going to destroy you.'" That's the president of Sony Columbia Records, the most powerful man in the music industry, and you probably don't want to find your next job in the industry. Linda asked.

"MR. APLUS PAYS ME A SUM OF MONEY ON A REGULAR BASIS."

The female assistant replied: "Count the hush money, I'm very satisfied." And we all trust Miss Kelly, after his backup singer Tree Lawrenz failed to cancel his first album, Miss Kelly was very righteous to keep him all the time, with a high salary, which brought a great sense of security to those of us around us, and we didn't care about being retaliated against by Sony Columbia Records, which worked. ”

"Miss Kelly did a great job."

"Yes, she's very emotional."

The oil painting on the door shook more and more violently, "It's coming." The female assistant got up and got two cups, came back and looked around the dressing table, "Huh? What about the wine I have prepared? ”

"Is it the one in Motura's hand?" Linda gagged one ear with her fingers, "I saw him walking away with a bottle of wine." ”

"Oh yes, that's it."

The female assistant went to the wine cabinet and picked out a bottle of champagne, "Do you think we can get through this level?" ”

"That's Motula." Linda complained: "I just got this job, and I didn't expect to have to help my employer and Motura against the president of Sony Columbia Records, one of the most powerful people in the record industry......"

"You just said that."

"Uh-huh." Linda snorted, "APLUS also asked me not to compare him to MC Hammer, I feel that MC Hammer is much more disciplined than him now, and I haven't ...... hush money yet"

At this time, the door of the changing room was pushed open, Song Ya and Mariah Carey walked out together, Song Ya picked up the poured wine, tilted her neck and poured it in.

"Tommy scared me out just now, he said he was going to kill you." Mariah Carey did the same, "Be careful, I'm not sure if he can do it, he's like crazy." ”

"I will."

Song Ya put down the wine glass and kissed her forehead, "You have to be careful, I will solve this matter as soon as possible." ”

"I'll send a special ...... next month," she is only now starting to get scared.

"It's okay, I'll protect you, just concentrate on the concert and don't get out of the sight of the bodyguards."

"Hmm."

The two talked for a while, and Song Ya and Linda left the theater under the protection of Old Mike and others, "Motura may be killed, APLUS." Linda said worriedly.

"There's no way, you always have to face it, now the showdown is a little early, but the timing is not bad."

Back at Tribeca's house, Goodman, Eli and the others rushed over, and there was no time to ramble on anything else, and everyone quickly entered the tense meeting process.

"Is Motura reacting so violently?"

"You kid, slept with the DIVA he held out in one hand?"

"The wiretapping case is still in the process of being solved, and at present, it seems that the employee of the telephone and telegraph company does not know who is behind the scenes, and he only contacts two private investigators to collect money to do things."

"Wiretapping is a criminal felony, and that guy is stupid."

"Yes, the public relations department of the telephone and telegraph company must be annoyed right now."

"The two private investigators have been taken into separate custody, and it is difficult for them to keep their mouths shut under the plea bargaining game, after all, whoever confesses to the mastermind behind the scenes first will get better conditions for reducing their sentences in the plea bargain with the prosecutor. According to the news obtained by the reporter of Louise's report, the New York police believe that someone will soon speak first, and it is a coincidence that it will be these two days. ”

"Now I'm afraid that one of them was also hired, and I don't know the inside story either."

"Italians don't do things so carelessly, and they are very strict-mouthed, according to the rules, and those who cooperate with the police are punished harshly when they come out."

"But they were wiped out by APLUS, and such a weak guy may not abide by the mafia's set of rules."

"Yes, Italians don't follow the same old rules as they used to."

"What do you say from Sony Beimi's headquarters?"

"Haven't replied to me yet."

The meeting didn't end until late at night, "I'm going to bed, good night." "Mariah Kelly called.

"Well, you rest more, I'll come up tomorrow morning and wake you up hehe." Song Ya said a few words to her and hung up the phone.

"APLUS, TALK ALONE?" Eli left Song Ya in the study, "How are you going to deal with it this time?" If Motura goes around like 91 and fights a long war. He's stronger than he was two years ago, and you've been far less popular since you went to school than you were when You Was The Love and the first album came out in '92. ”

"I've got a handle in my hand." Song Ya patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, my side has a good chance of winning." ”

He calmed Eli, the head of crisis public relations, and went to Mike Sr.'s room, where Goodman and Hamlin were there, and were following Mike Sr. to transcribe Motula's discriminatory conversation with professional equipment.

"I'm sorry to let your two barristers do this." Song Ya also took a device to help, this kind of thing is only done by the four of them, and even Linda is inconvenient to participate, and it is kept confidential to the greatest extent.

Old Mike prepared boxes and boxes of blank cassette, and with the cooperation of the four of them, more and more finished products were transcribed from that dialogue, and if Sony Beimi still chose to side with Motula, or they planned to use delaying tactics, Song Ya planned to send the cassette to black DJs everywhere, and BET (Black Entertainment Television) spread it out in an all-round way, and contacted Michelle and others to use the power of the all-meter equality organization to start forcing the palace.

In fact, this has nothing to do with Motura not doing anything, because he absolutely can't wait for Motula to really discredit himself on a large scale before releasing this recording, which will seem to be a helpless move under pressure, greatly reducing the justice of the release of the recording, and will blur the focus.

There is no way, MJ doesn't help, and now this 'fatal blow' in his hand is actually the heaviest punch, and it must be hit perfectly.

At present, Motura has not made any moves, except for giving some support to the plaintiff's lawyer in the fluorescent agent case.

"Hello, huh...... Okay, okay, I got it, what's it called? Okay, I made a note of it. ”

Hamlin answered the phone and said with a smile: "Coincidentally, what do you say, Louise reported that the reporter said that the private investigator had recruited the main messenger, and the New York police had just arrested someone." ”

"Who?"

"A New York entertainment agent named Antonio is also of Italian descent."

"This is a small character who has been pushed out to take the blame, right?" Goodman asked.

"It should be, Motura is going to be launched, and he must clear the hidden danger first." Hamlin replied.

"Is it called Antonio?" Song Ya suddenly remembered someone, "Is there a photo?" He asked.

"Yes, Louise will fax the press conference."

Song Ya walked quickly to the study, the fax machine was creaking and working, and a mugshot of an old man with an Italian face appeared in his eyes.

That's right, it's the old guy who once asked someone to secretly film himself and Mila meeting in the music classroom, three years ago......

Could it be that Motura really didn't know?

This oolong is a bit too big......

"Is this the person? I'll go to the prosecutor tomorrow and urge them to follow him down. Hamlin came over and picked up the headshot and looked at it carefully.

"Okay." Song Ya turned around, propped her forearms on the window glass, pretending to watch the night view to avoid Hamlin's gaze, and tensed her facial muscles.

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