November 23, Sony Columbia Records Headquarters.

"This turmoil cost me three months and millions of ......dollars in money," Song Ya sat on the side of the conference table with his eyes closed, "The apocalypse is just a symphony and a movie ......clip with no beginning or end," he thought silently, "but as long as I keep my independence, it's all worth it." ”

"I've been waiting." The Columbia Records guy walked into the conference room with a pinch.

"Alright, don't delay everyone's time any longer." The staff sent by the court pointed to the recording equipment, "This is the investigation and evidence collection before the trial, and the lawyers on both sides can exchange evidence and ask each other questions. ”

After a brief exchange of evidence, Goodman and Hamlin immediately engaged in a verbal exchange with the opposing lawyer, with Samur on the sidelines in charge of supplementing the evidence.

"We don't recognize ......"

"We do not believe that this document can be used as evidence......"

"The conversation between APLUS and Mr. Motura is not relevant to this case, and it cannot be confirmed that it is genuine."

The other side made it clear that they knew that the case would not be won, so they did not miss any opportunity to delay the trial date, and focused on avoiding summary judgment and preparing for future appeals.

From the afternoon battle to the evening, the exhausted trio unanimously agreed to put an end to this boring but necessary rip-off.

"We've won." Goodman comforted Song Ya afterwards.

"It's a big difference between winning right away or winning more than a year later." Song Ya knew that the longer it dragged on, the thinner the five million would be at that time, and although Goodman and Hamlin had lower fees, they could take a generous amount of legal fees from themselves after more than a year of repeated tossing.

"Let's go." Song Ya looked out the window, it was already dark, and the night view of New York was still so beautiful, but he had been tortured to the point that he was in no mood, "What time is it?" ”

"It's almost eleven o'clock." Taragi brought in a row of coffee from outside.

"Forget it, don't drink it, let's go back." Song Ya put on his coat, and here he didn't want to stay for a second.

"APLUS, COME HERE!" Mary Carey called out of the blue, and she didn't sound very happy about it.

"Where are you going?"

"Upstairs, Tommy's office, the three of us have a good chat, just the three of us!" She said unquestioningly.

"Mimi, I told you, don't get involved in this matter if you're a good friend of mine......" Song Ya guessed that she should have gone to Motura to make trouble.

"No! You come now, right away! ”

"Okay."

Song Ya and Goodman briefly explained and took the elevator alone to the top floor.

The elevator kept stopping on all floors, people coming and going, and at this point in time, the record company was usually not occupied, but today it was very busy, and when I reached the top floor, the front desk outside the Motura office rang non-stop, and on the eve of the release of MJ's new album, the whole building was like a wartime headquarters, running efficiently and restlessly.

Aaron Grubman, one of MJ's four lawyers, and several company executives gathered outside the door to chat, and when they saw Song Ya coming, they all tacitly agreed to get out of the way, they were supposed to be kicked out by Mariah Kelly in the middle of the meeting with Motula.

"Miss Kelly."

Song Ya pushed the door in, and saw Maria Carey pouting and clasping her hands around in anger, her back to Motura and coldly fighting with him, and Motura was swallowing a cigar in her mouth.

"APLUS, TOMMY, YOU CAN TALK, I HOPE YOU GET BACK TOGETHER!" Mariah Carey said.

Since Song Ya came in, Motura didn't look at him squarely, "Mimi, it's not appropriate today, obedient." He said.

"You!"

Mariah Carey stomped her foot and turned around, her anger even bigger, "Isn't there any other word than to make me obedient?!" ”

“Mimi……”

Song Ya stopped her, "Can we talk alone first?" He took Mariah Carey's elbow and walked out the door, "Don't be angry, let's have a good talk first." ”

"I don't! I can't watch you being bullied by him! ”

Mariah Kelly was pulled to the door by him, and Song Ya turned around and looked at Motura with a mutual understanding, and let go of his hand, "Mimi, will you give me a few minutes?" Just a few minutes, if you're still a friend of mine. ”

"Okay."

Mariah Carey followed Song Ya out, and the two went downstairs back to the conference room just now, and Song Ya asked Old Mike to stay outside the door.

"Mimi, I said it was between our men." Song Ya looked into her eyes and said.

"But you're going to go to court!" Mariah Carey wore a white deep V evening dress today, and when she was angry, her chest rippled with charming waves, huh? It seems that only the chest patch was used......

Song Ya shook his head and focused his attention back, "It's all business." ”

"I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen!" Mariah Carey shook her fluffy blonde curls, "I want you to stay here, and I don't want to see you and Tommy get into trouble like this." ”

"Listen to me." Song Ya pressed her shoulders with both hands, "First, I don't want to carry Tommy's favor for the rest of my life, if he lets me go this time because of you, then I won't be able to raise my head in front of him for the rest of my life." ”

"Tommy takes care of you, he has the ability to do it." Mariah Carey replied.

"No, it's different."

Song Ya continued: "Second, I only intend to have a pure interest with him, and I don't involve anything like any favors, I don't hate him, and it's not for any man's self-esteem, I'm because of you." ”

"For me?" Mariah Carey looked at him quizzically.

"Yay!"

Song Ya said: "Third, I like you, I don't want to give Tommy a chance to prove that he is willing to let go of the enemy because of his love for you, and give up the business principles he has believed in all his life, so let's put it this way, I don't want to give him a chance to show you how much he loves you." ”

"You ......"

Mariah Carey was a little moved, "That's what you really think?" ”

"That's true, Mimi, that's what I thought." Song Ya looked into her eyes and said word by word.

"But you're still young, and I've always treated you as a younger brother......"

Before Maria Kelly could finish speaking, Song Yanu kissed her.

"Hmm......"

DIVA'S LIPS WERE SO SWEET, OF COURSE, IT COULD BE THE SMELL OF LIPSTICK, SONG YA IGNORED HER WHIMPERING AND SLAPPING HER STRONG ARM HARD, SUCKING WITH THE BEST TECHNIQUE, FEELING THE OTHER PARTY SHOW SIGNS OF MELTING IN HER ARMS, AND TRYING TO OPEN HER TEETH......

"Wait! Wait a minute! Maria Kelly suddenly regained consciousness, pushed him away with all her strength, 'snapped', and gave him a slap in the face.

"UH, SORRY APLUS, I ......"

She subconsciously touched Song Ya's beaten face, "We'...... I think we ......."

"It's okay Mimi, do you understand my mind now?"

Song Ya held her hand on her face again, and stared at her with tender eyes.

"I think you've been under too much pressure lately, you should calm down first......"

Mariah Kelly avoided his aggressive gaze, but didn't withdraw her hand, "Okay, okay, I see." ”

"So?"

"I don't care about your business, but you ......"

She withdrew her hand, "Don't be too pushy, promise me, okay?" She threw down a sad look and fled.

"Let's go too." Song Ya felt that the pressure on her body was gone all of a sudden, and she walked out of the door with the corners of her mouth curled.

However, he was pushed back by old Mike, "Don't forget to wipe your mouth when you steal food." "Old Mike has a very clever word.

"Oh." Song Ya reacted immediately and carefully cleaned up the remaining lipstick marks on her lips.

The group had just returned to Tribeca and continued their meeting, when around 12:45, Taragi rushed into the study, "APLUS, Motura wants to see you, now!" ”

"This ......"

Song Ya's first reaction was that Mariah Kelly told Motura what she had just done, "Did he say it was because of what?" ”

"No, it tells you to bring lawyers, accountants, and everyone else you can." Taraghi replied, "And then he hung up, and he seemed angry." ”

"Ahh......h

Song Ya had to hurry back to Sony's Columbia Records headquarters, and the front desk of Motura's office waited directly at the door, smoothly taking them all the way to the top floor.

Song Ya looked at the hidden office door, and there were more executives standing outside, with different expressions, some like defeated roosters hanging their heads, some with straight faces and empty eyes, and some looking left and right, looking like they wanted to laugh but tried to hold back.

"Let's go inside." The lawyer who was not very polite to Song Ya before led the group in.

Unlike just now, Motula's office was in shambles, with books, trophies, and wine bottles scattered all over the floor, as if there had been a war here.

"He's not going to take a gun out of a drawer and shoot me, is he?" Song Ya looked at Motula, who was sitting behind the boss's desk and bowed his head silently, and felt a little stunned, "I'm here, Mr. Motula." ”

Motura raised her head, her eyes fierce like a wolf about to choose someone to devour, "APLUS, I decided to match your offer, let's sign it." ”