On February 9th, Song Ya and his entourage came to the new site of A+ Records to inspect the renovation progress.

"I'll be able to move in in about mid-March." Song Asheng walked in front and introduced: "In addition to the large recording studio, mixing studio and audio studio, other parts can be put into working condition. ”

He pushed open a door with the number '1' on it, "Is it going well?" DeLay, Ayr. He greeted DeLay and the others who were debugging the equipment inside, one of two small studios, all using old equipment from the original A+ recording studio.

Said to be old equipment, after Song Ya spent money on updating it several times, it is actually not lagging behind, and the old equipment that has really been eliminated will be placed in another small recording studio numbered '2', and at present, A+ Records has four signed singers: Song Ya, Dile, Al, Fergie, and the recording tasks are even fewer, and the two small ones are completely enough for the time being.

"IT'S GOING WELL, HEY, APLUS."

DeLay and Al walked out and bumped fists with Song Ya, "What the hell is your album going to do?" Do you have to wait for the big studio to be renovated? ”

"Don't worry, I've been waiting until now." Song Ya didn't get the apocalypse, and there was no good way, and she was not happy to collect the songs outside or make up the studio version of the mixed version.

"It's only a month before you move in, are you still keeping up with your previous plans?" DeLay asked.

At present, A+ Records and A+ Audio have signed four singers, Song Ya, Delay, Al, and Fergi, plus Yeremov, Andrew, Hunter, Mawota, Taraghi, and newly recruited front desk and clerks, there are only about a dozen people in total, and Song Ya plans to expand to about 30 people. Yeremov's department will be responsible for publicity and fan organization, which will be expanded to about five people, and then five technicians in charge of radio and audio processing in Dile's A+ Audio, and a new production department will be established for A+ Records, plus Song Ya's own artist management department, and three radio stations in Big A, which will be about the same for the time being.

"You're the head of the production department, Delay." Song Ya patted Delay on the shoulder.

"I'm fine, but it's better to find another master, and I want to focus on the audio company." DeLay said.

"Al?" Song Ya looked at Al.

"I don't have that ability, APLUS." Al is very self-aware, "When I don't perform or record songs, I will be a resident guest of Big A Radio and play a night of talking, and I enjoy it." ”

"Uh......" Song Ya was a little embarrassed, "I don't want to use outsiders for such an important department." He said.

"Have you recently heard the debut album of the same name from a newcomer in Chicago, Common Sense? Independently produced, distributed through underground channels, the results are okay. Delay asked.

"The one who walks the jazz rap style?"

Song Ya knows this, since the definition of Chicago rap spread, the little singers in Chicago have subconsciously leaned towards the rap style represented by second-hand stores and Remember The Name. But the young singer named Common Sense always has an uncomfortable sharpness and meanness in her lyrics, and she especially likes to shoot at rappers who promote values like violence, money, gangs, etc.

Song Ya didn't want to have anything to do with the other party, after all, the gangster rap singers and audiences he was satirizing now are very large, as long as he is a traverser, he can walk the road steadily, and the farther away from that unstable factor, the better.

"Yes, the producer and arranger of his first album used to be a little DJ in Chicago, and I met Big A for a long time, and I also went to your house to participate in the party, we are all quite familiar with him, his name is Dion Wilson, a very thoughtful person." "He and Common Sense have recently become popular, and there are quite a few labels that want to sign them. ”

"Then I'm not attractive to them, am I? I can't give this kind of potential singer and producer a high signing fee. Song Ya didn't say that she didn't want to sign Common Sense, and judging by the tone of Al and Delay's words, they should have discussed it in advance.

"The father of Common Sense is a well-known educator and has a good family, so I don't think he can afford the signing fee, but wants to join a company that can get a lot of freedom, and we should have a chance at A+ Records." DeLay said.

Song Ya scratched her head in embarrassment, "They don't want to separate, do they?" ”

"The cooperation was successful just now, how can you be willing to break up the gang at this time......" DeLay and Al glanced at each other, "You don't want to sign Common Sense?" Di Lai saw Song Ya's concern, "It's okay, although his mouth is damaged, he is from a well-known family, so he can't make much trouble." ”

"yes, at least it's better than signing a gang, right? It's too hard to meet a rapper who doesn't mix gangs these days. ”

Al also helped, "Common Sense, that kid is cleaner than you, he is simply a rare animal among black people, don't be like this, why did you spend so much money to buy this floor without signing someone?" ”

"Uh......" Song Ya closed his eyes and searched for the names of the people who appeared in the Apocalypse song again, there were no names of those two guys, but Al had said it to this point......

"Well, you two...... Take Yeremov with you and talk to them well, at least let them quote a price first. ”

"Okay, just wait for your words." Al and DeLay fist claming in celebration.

"APLUS, FERGIE IS HERE, YOU AND ACCOMPANY HER OUT OF THE BUILDING IN FIFTEEN MINUTES, DON'T MESS UP." Speaking of Yeremov, he just trotted in from outside to urge.

"Oh."

Before the 'breakup', Yeremov prepared a foreshadowing scene, in which Fergi would enter the building in a rage under the gaze of the paparazzi, and then she and she would play a play in front of the reporters' cameras.

"Hey, don't go, let me make it clear."

As soon as the two of them stepped out of the elevator door on the first floor, they began to play tricks.

The gloomy Fit stepped on her high heels and strode outside, followed by Song Ya pretending to explain.

The two walked out of the building one after the other, "Fergie." Song Ya went to pull the other party's hand, Fei Ji pouted and shook it away, her movements and expressions were in place, after all, she had been practicing for a long time.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Song Ya spread her arms and stood and complained to her back, then followed again and finally caught up with her again in front of the car parked on the side of the road.

"Don't follow me!" Fergie frowned, turned around and thrust his chest, then got into the back seat of the car, slammed the door shut, and Jimmy immediately started the car and drove away.

The paparazzi's cameras kept clicking, "Hey, APLUS, you got caught stealing food, right!?" Ha ha! A paparazzi loudly stimulated Song Ya with words, wanting to get more news.

Song Ya gestured to the other party with a middle finger, turned around and walked into the building.

The 10th is the day of the official 'breakup', "You behaved well yesterday, just keep it that way." Song Ya touched Phigi's head inside the door and encouraged.

Becky pursed her lips and tugged at the trolley case and the large duffel bag on her, "I feel like I'm really leaving." She reluctantly looked around the room.

"Don't bother your mouth." Yeremov said from the side.

"Hurry up and get into the mood, they're all watching." Song Ya pointed to the side, Aunt Susie, Emily, and Taragi all opened the curtains a small slit, and were preparing to watch Phigie wait for a performance.

"Sister Fergie, we'll miss you." A girl of Emily's age has learned to be yin and yang.

Phigie glared at her, threw himself into Song Ya's arms for a moment, and then resolutely pushed the door open.

Song Ya hurriedly ran to the curtain in a few steps, and watched as Fei Ji dragged the trolley suitcase and strode like yesterday.

Flashing lights kept on the perimeter of the villa.

Fergie walked over to the car, handed the trolley case to Jimmy, who was waiting, and got into the car with a straight face.

Jimmy stuffed the trolley into the trunk and went to start the car and drive away.

"That's it?" Aunt Susie was very dissatisfied with the effect of this scene, "Don't even have a line? ”

"It's not bad, it's done." Yeremov breathed a sigh of relief.