The video of the fan club was quickly produced, Delay used A+ records to trim the tone a little, and Song Ya was in good shape that day, singing five tracks except for Empire State of Mind and i hate u i love u, and the interaction on and off the stage was also warm and natural.

However, without the permission of Sony Columbia Records, such audio-visual products could not be distributed, and Song Ya did not want to risk distributing them through underground channels, so she had to keep them as souvenirs.

The time is slowly approaching November, and most of the people of Coopers have withdrawn from the Sony Columbia Records headquarters, leaving only an accountant to be responsible for the daily audit, which has reduced Song Ya's burden a lot, and the money is well spent.

"APLUS, YOU MAY NEED A TRIP TO NEW YORK." Yeremov snuck up to him again, "Shurkhov wants to see you." ”

"Who is Schulhoff?" As soon as Song Ya asked the words in his mouth, he suddenly remembered, "That president of Sony Mi Country?" ”

"Yes, that's him."

"Schulhoff, a doctor of physics, is a good hand at selling electronics, but he doesn't know anything about the entertainment industry, and he is privately caricatured by Hollywood people as an 'unlicensed operator', and he has no influence over Columbia Pictures' co-chairmen, Gubert and Peters, and likewise, his hand can't reach into Motula's record kingdom," Yeremov said. ”

"Is it useful for me to see him?" Song Ya asked.

"Always try, it's almost time for i hate u i love u to be released, Motura is spared, I'd rather pay you five million than stop your song from being released, maybe Schulhoff has finally figured it out? After all, he is Sony's only boss in the United States. Yeremov invited credit: "This opportunity depends on my relationship with the book." ”

"You're doing a good job, Yeremov." Song Ya knew what the other party was hinting at, "After I get through the difficulties, your treatment will be greatly improved." ”

The next day, Song Ya, led by the hard-working Yeremov, met with Sony's helmsman in the United States.

Schulhoff is very trusted by the book, but the Columbia Pictures acquisition led by him is now a chicken feather, although Sony's main purpose is to use the publications of Columbia Pictures and Records to help the battle for electronic product standards, but Columbia Pictures is now a bleeding wound, and even Sony is a little overwhelmed.

"APLUS, MOTURA IS A PERFECT MANAGER, WITHOUT HIM I THINK I WOULD HAVE BEEN THE LAUGHING STOCK OF THE WHOLE METER......"

Schulhoff, a very busy and engineering old white man, doesn't seem to know what Hollywood is saying about him, "This turmoil has hurt both of you, I think maybe you can show a little kindness first, and I will be the middleman." ”

"I have a great deal of respect for Mr. Motula."

Song Ya was a little disappointed, he heard Schulhoff's opening words and understood that it was impossible to threaten Motura through the top management of Sony, Columbia Pictures became the perfect foil for Sony Columbia Records, and the harder the loss in Hollywood, the more important Motura in the record industry was highlighted.

"Okay, how far can you go?" Shulhoff asked.

"My condition is public, the distribution rights of A+ records for five years and my personal two albums, this condition can no longer be changed, because I have made public offers to all major record companies in the country, and whoever matches it will get me, and Sony is no exception." Song Ya replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Tall trees." Schulhoff picked up the landline and gestured to the tall tree next to him.

"Let's go out and talk? Please. Gao Shu led Song Ya and the others out of the office.

"APLUS-san, I didn't expect things to turn out like this." Takaki apologized politely again, "If you leave Sony Columbia Records, I think maybe we talked about a good collaboration ......"

"I understand." Song Ya knows that once a complete break is made, next year's MD advertisement, no, maybe she will never receive an advertisement for Sony products in the future.

"I'm really sorry." The tall tree bows ninety degrees.

Several people were quickly called back by Schulhoff, "It's a bit embarrassing to say, young man, Motura doesn't want to talk to you about this for the time being, he's busy with MJ's new album, and I don't want to disturb him at this time." Schulhoff seems to have been persuaded by Motura.

Not at all surprising, Song Yabai took a trip.

"The good news is that I'm finally in a new car."

Back in Chicago, Song Ya saw that the entourage was a little frustrated, and took the initiative to change the topic, this bulletproof version of the W140S600 was finally shipped from Belgium to Chicago, "I liked the front face of this car when I saw it, it was very domineering and a little familiar." ”

"Familiar?" Yeremov asked.

"Forget it, I've seen it in my dreams." Song Ya didn't want to get entangled with those vague memories in her head.

School life still has to go on, the progress of Game of Thrones rehearsals has slowed down but is still slowly advancing, those record companies that are interested in Song Ya are still tentatively offering, the closest is Warner Records, five years and two specializations, no problem, but they also fancy A+ records, but they only ask for 49% of A+ record shares, and at the same time, they release goodwill to Song Ya for Madonna. Maybe it's because of the song Empire State of Mind sung with Mariah Carey, Song Ya is very popular with DIVAs.

One day, Cassidi finally reappeared in the orchestra.

She became withdrawn, silent, and did not respond to Song Ya's floating eyes, and it seemed that Vic's suspension had hit her hard.

"Now you know where that violin came from, right?"

The principal violinist somehow got the news, and said to the girl next to him in a small voice that everyone could hear: "I heard that someone's father is a bad police officer. ”

"Stop talking!" Song Ya tapped the baton, "Let's start the fourth bar......"

Cassiti frequently went out of her way, Song Ya turned a blind eye, and after finishing the rehearsal, she dodged the gazes and whispered talks of the girls around her, and in a panic she stuffed the precious violin she usually cherished very much into the piano case, and walked away quickly with her head bowed on her back.

Song Ya sighed secretly.

Escorted by Old Mike to the parking lot, and just as he was about to drive away, he saw Cassidy get out of her car and walk out of the parking lot in the heavy rain.

"Wait a minute." Song Ya was suddenly stunned, and two minutes later, he asked Old Mike to stop the car, "Let me drive." ”

"Itchy hands? This car is really good. Old Mike moved to the passenger seat.

"Uh, no, I want to drive alone, can you find a way to go back by yourself?" Song Ya asked.

Old Mike looked back at him, "It's raining heavily." ”

"Do me a favor, Mike." Song Ya opened the door and ran into the driver's seat.

Old Mike went out with a straight face, slammed the car door slammed, took the newspaper to block the rain and hid back to the school building.

Song Ya saw that he was calling for a taxi, so she started the car and chased in the direction where Cassidy had left.

Seeing from a distance that the good girl was drenched in soup, her beautiful blonde hair was put on her face one by one, and her school uniform was almost soaked, she stood on the side of the road, as if she was going to cross the road, Song Ya seized the opportunity and parked the car in front of her with one foot on the accelerator.

"Cassidy, is the car broken? Come on, I'll take you home. He found the window button, opened the passenger window, and shouted to Cassie.

"No need." Cassidy looked left and right, and found that the eyes of her classmates were all on this side, and hurriedly shook her head, "I'll just go and take the bus." ”

"Ugh." Song Ya closed her eyes and recalled for two seconds, "I'm not here for you, Cassiti. ”

Cassidy's face changed.

"I feel sorry for your violin, and as a musician, I'm afraid it's been damaged by the rain." Song Ya smiled at her and said, "If you really don't want to get on the train, I suggest that you put the piano in my car, you follow the car slowly, and we will go to the platform together." ”

Cassidy may not have thought of why Song Ya played this play, and was hesitating, Song Ya said again: "If you are afraid that I will drive away, I can temporarily pay for the piano." He pulled a few pieces of change out of his pocket, "How much does a new violin cost?" Ten pieces? Or twenty? ”

Cassidy was amused.

Song Ya ran out of the car, took the violin off her shoulder, snatched her school bag and threw it into the window, and then actually started the car and signaled to Cassidy that she could go.

Cassidy stepped towards the platform, "What's wrong with you?" Why are they saying bad things about you? Song Ya drove the car parallel to her like a snail, "I just heard it." ”

Cassidy lowered her head, "I don't want to say. ”

"Okay, whatever you want, but you can't do this, the more you are afraid to run away, the more excessive the gossip of those girls will be."

"I know, I ...... My father endured some bad slander, but that's okay, I'm sure he's a good police officer and everything will come out. ”

It's strange, Song Ya complained silently, "Certainly." ”

The rain really got heavier and heavier, and with Song Ya's deliberate chat, Cassity's mood was much better, and she couldn't stand being drenched, "Uh, I thought, I'd better get in the car." He lowered his head and looked at Song Ya through the window, "Can you let me get in the car?" ”

She was soaking wet, her school uniform was stuck to her chest with water, and the color of her underwear was clearly visible.

"Come on." Song Ya opened the car door, "Where is your home?" I'll send you back. ”

Cassidy said an address, "Thank you, APLUS, I know I read you right, you are the best musician, although you are usually cool and ignore people, but you are actually very kind at heart......"

"Hey, don't talk in that tone Cassity, we're classmates and friends."

Song Ya took out a tissue from the storage box and gave it to her, drove the car very slowly, the vision in the rain was not good, and many cars with fast speed behind saw that they were about to collide when they approached, so they could only hurriedly hit the direction to dodge, and the angry driver honked his horn to demonstrate when he handed over the car.

"Yes, friends." Cassidy wiped the water with a tissue, "Your car is driving too slowly, it's not safe." She said.

"That way we can be alone a little longer." Song Ya began to lose face and skin, so he simply drove the car to the side of the road and slid all the way forward.

Cassidy chuckled, "Don't do that, you have a girlfriend APLUS......"

"You know, in the music industry, sometimes romance is just for the outside world to see."

Song Ya said: "I've always been sorry for that incident, that time, I didn't let you get into the car, and your car really broke down at that time, right?" Like today, I was very wary of the girls who approached me for fame or just for show-off. ”

"Uh......" Cassidy looked down, "yes, my car really broke down that day." ”

Under Song Ya's deliberate currying, Cassidy was coaxed into such a good sense that he managed to drag it out until nightfall.

"I don't think I'll be able to get home for the rest of my life if you drive like this, where is this?" Cassidy looked out the window.

"Where my sister told me, she used to come here a lot with her boyfriend." Song Ya stopped the car and turned off the engine, the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz film was very powerful, and it was absolutely dark from the outside.

"Uh, I guess, we ......" Cassidy looked at Song Ya slowly approaching her upper body in panic, "Isn't it too fast for us to do this, APLUS." ”

"Why, we've known each other for so long." Song Ya kissed it.