"Hey, Daniel."

The others in the study held their breath, and Song Ya calmed down, picked up the microphone, and tried to make the tone appear more relaxed.

"Delay's statement is unclear APLUS, and I can't make it back in London for a while......"

Daniel didn't talk about it directly, and he didn't give Song Ya any chance to speak, "It's not convenient to say on the phone, can you come over in person?" Coming to London? ”

"Now, to London?" Song Ya looked at Hayden and the others.

Hayden and Yeremov shook their heads slightly, "But I still have singles being recorded, and the progress is very fast." He politely declined.

"Then let your lawyer or agent come, I want to know the details of your contract with Sony Columbia." Daniel hung up the phone.

He didn't seem to be a little upset...... "Song Ya didn't want to offend this life-saving straw," "Why did you shake your head just now?" ”

"Come on, what if Daniel uses you as a pawn in revenge against Motula? You go to London, or he gets evidence of the details of the contract, and then puts your differences with Motura in front of the public, massages Tula's character, and you're completely finished at Sony Columbia, and you get rid of you enough to avenge the destruction of Vanilla Ice, which can't be ignored. Hayden said: "Although I used to lean towards Daniel, I must not trust him unconditionally at this time. ”

Yeremov also nodded.

"Then we have to send someone, this thread can't be broken......" Song Ya felt that every choice he made now might step into a trap, and he was frightened step by step.

"I'll go for a trip, I won't say anything more." Goodman got up, went back to his room to pack his things, came back to say hello, and hurried to London.

As soon as he left, there was silence in the study again.

Yeremov lit a cigarette and smoked silently.

The cigarette butt was bright and dark, like a beating pulse, and Song Ya stared at it in a daze, her mind in a mess.

The silence was broken by the ringing of the phone outside, and Tarraghi walked in, "Mr. Howard, Ovitz ......"

Hamlin immediately stood up, glanced at Song Ya, nodded, and went out to answer the phone.

A few minutes later, "Ovitz's condition is simple, you switch to the CAA first, and then he does it for you." Hamlin came in and said.

“SHXT！” Song Ya scolded.

"Didn't Ovitz say exactly how he would help with it?" Yeremov asked.

Hamlin shook his head.

The stump continues.

"What about MJ?" Song Ya really couldn't stand this oppressive atmosphere, and took the initiative to ask.

"IT'S LATE, APLUS." Hayden pointed to his watch, "It's past eleven o'clock in the evening, and the person I'm looking for won't have to wait until MJ gets up tomorrow to find a chance to bring him a message, or later." ”

"Honey, we still have to go to the recording tomorrow morning, don't we sleep yet?"

Fergie appeared in the doorway, wrapped in her dressing gown and yawning.

"You go to sleep first."

Waiting for her to go back to the bedroom, "You're going to record tomorrow?" Yeremov asked.

"Go, why not? I've already signed a distribution deal with Sony Colombia for this single, and sooner or later it's going to be recorded, and I'm not going to act like a frightened rabbit in front of Motula. ”

Song Ya replied, seeing that everyone stopped talking again, "Forget it, let's stop here today." ”

When the crowd dispersed, he went up to the roof alone, took off his clothes and threw them on the deck chair by the pool, leaving only a pair of shorts, and jumped into the water.

The cold water of the pool pierced him, and he felt that his burning brain had been saved, and he swam back and forth alone a few times, and his mood was much calmer.

"I'm a traverser, I can judge some future trends from the Apocalypse MV, maybe it's better to get 30 million directly, and then make a fortune by investing? Fuck Motura, I'll get some garbage in the next two majors, and even if there's an apocalypse song, I'll keep it until I'm twenty-four, and no one will be able to stop me! I know the general trend of audio development in the future, I know that the picture quality and special effects production of MVs in the future will be better than now, and the direction of big investment in computer software and hardware that I have drawn from this will definitely not be wrong, and I also know the names mentioned in some songs, although I don't have a clue yet, but what if I go out of my way to find it? No, no, no, there are so many people in the United States, there are too many people with the same name and surname, don't be hung by the apocalypse again......"

While he was trying to think about the future, he saw a figure appear by the pool.

I wiped the water from my face and saw that it was Taraghi.

"Do you want me to go down and swim with you for a while?" Taraji crossed his hands on his hips and twisted his ass.

"No, I'll just be quiet by myself, won't you go to sleep?" Song Ya asked.

"I can't sleep either, and it's a bad feeling that I can't help."

Tarragi kicked off his shoes, boldly ripped off his skirt, and jumped off in his underwear.

Song Ya dodged her splash, a little inexplicable, and saw Taraghi showing his head not far away, and then slowly swam towards him, like a fire in his eyes.

"Hey, calm down! I said I wouldn't develop that kind of relationship with my assistant. He hurried to stop the other party.

"This is our man's business, I don't want to rely on women to solve it!" Taraghi picked up what he had just said, "You know what? When you say that, although it is a little too machismo, it is indeed very manly and very masculine. ”

She took the initiative to kiss Song Ya's chest, and her hands under the water were not idle.

"Uh......"

The pants were taken off, and the vital point was controlled, Song Ya was a little reluctant to resist fiercely, "It will be very troublesome for us to work together in the future, Taragi." ”

"It's okay, ONS...... Do me a favor, okay? Or do you really dislike black girls? ”

"Hey, don't try to take advantage of discrimination issues, my first girlfriend was a black girl, uh, mixed-race."

Taragi smiled and took a deep breath before diving into the water.

Old Michael silently retreated into the staircase and closed the door to the roof for them.

After a long time, the two of them went downstairs together, and they both did it as if nothing had happened just now.

"You're really not going to tell Mariah Carey about it? Or through some other channel to let her know? Tarraghi reverted to the assistant's business-like tone.

"If I said I would, would you think you had been cheated just now?" Song Ya asked with a smile.

"Do you really?"

"No, I don't rely on women, eh...... I'm not discriminating against women, I mean I don't like the feeling of taking advantage of women. ”

"Boss." Yeremov suddenly appeared around the corner of the corridor.

"Hey, don't sneak around!" Old Mike rushed over and pinned him against the wall.

"Uh, I've been waiting for a long time." Yeremov hastened to argue.

"Put him down old Mike, what's the matter?" Song Ya asked.

Yeremov's eyes glanced at Taragi.

"Good night." Taraji walked straight away.

"Maybe you can find time to meet someone tomorrow? I'll introduce you to you, maybe it will have a good effect. Yeremov said.

"Do you need to tell someone behind someone's back?"

"Well, after all, they're all from the United States......"

“？”

The next day, Song Ya led Phigie and the others into the Sony Columbia Records headquarters as usual, and continued the recording of i hate u i love u, but the end time was slightly earlier.

In the afternoon, he and Yeremov appeared downstairs in a building lit up with a large neon logo of Sony Electronics.

Yeremov took him to an office on the top floor.

"Empty you wow!" Yeremov, a real traitor, immediately greeted an Asian man in his thirties as soon as he entered the door.

Song Ya noticed the name tag on the other party's desk, in addition to the English name and the job title of the deputy general manager of Sony Electronics North America, there were five Japanese kanji 'Takaki' and 'head office'.