Chicago 1990

"How many times have I said that? I'm not interested in participating in your affairs, and my bodyguard doesn't do gunman work either." Song Ya still refused.

"Hey! FXXK! I said you are an idiot! De Rui has already prepared a lot of songs. After signing with you, he will be able to post specials soon. Waiting to pick up the money won't you Man?" Snoopy Doggo Annoyed into anger.

"Get out of my house!"

Song Ya was too lazy to talk nonsense with a follower, even Derry's, and winked at Old Mike.

"Please." Old Mike walked up to him and made a gesture.

Snoopy was angrily struggling with his neck. He was much taller than Old Mike, and stared at Song Ya directly over the other's head, refusing to move.

Old Mike sighed slightly and unzipped his jacket to reveal the strap-on holster on his chest.

"FXXK!" He cursed and was escorted out by old Mike.

"Let's have a meeting together." After finishing the matter, Song Ya and Old Mike went to the study together, gathered Goodman, Hamlin, Eli and others, and began to make a public relations plan.

"After you find Frank and you are proven innocent, you have the best chance to reverse the trend. Next, there are two routes, depending on which person you choose to take, and then we have to make preparations in advance."

Eli said: "The first is to break the discrediting public opinion against your'Black Grande'. It is good to have a grand party. We have to prove to Quanmi that your scene and style are very important, and you cannot rush to reverse it. And engage in those nouveau riche behaviors. Is your New York house decorated? The party is best held there. I heard that there is a great rooftop swimming pool."

"Quickly, Taraji, urge the office responsible for the decoration to clear out the penthouse in Tribeca before the 9th, so as not to delay my party." Song Ya said to Taraji.

"Okay." Taraji agreed and went out to call.

"As far as possible, invite some capable people in New York, plus well-known editors in the media and fashion circles, and then publish one or two high-end magazines, such as the inside pages of the New Yorker and Vanity Fair, with some open-air rooftops, swimming pools, and attendees. Color photos of high-end people, and touted text..."

"The effect will be very good, but it's a bit passive. I personally prefer the second route." Eli continued, "APLUS, have you seen those financial media's comments on you?"

Song Ya nodded.

"Their perception of you is completely different from that of the public. Your earning power is the focus of their attention. This can be used. We have turned our public relations goals to media such as the Financial Times and U.S. Business Week. The road was plated with gold and then rolled out."

"What is consumerism afraid of? I'm afraid that there is no money. People who can make money will admire the public, even if they don't recognize it. The person who is stingy depends on how it is packaged. Didn't you donate a lot of donations and schools? At the same time, saving money for charity is the right way of the old Puritan values. People will use the stingy jokes of billionaires like Rockefeller in the early years as a joke, but it does not prevent them from worshiping them at the same time and want to be like that. The same is true in the entertainment industry. Chaplin and friends never bring money for meals. Grant charges the guests who borrow from the house, marks the milk to prevent the servant from drinking it, cut off the buttons on the broken shirts and reuses them. They also have a lot of money. Movie fans, but also fans of the mainstream crowd."

"Uh, it's not because I'm Jewish, it's true."

"Emmm..." Song Ya thought about it, "but my operations in the Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company acquisition case may be turned up and attacked." He said about his dismissal of workers and outsourcing of business from the United States. "The public will not like this kind of capitalist."

"It doesn't matter, you are a singer. What you want is popularity, not right or wrong. Of course, being suspected of a crime is another matter." Eli said: "What will happen to a certain thing? A report can give a conclusion. Others are indisputable, and cannot be carried, and then? From then on, silence in the sight of the public!"

"What does the heat need? It needs to be stirred up, and both sides need to debate. Some people think you are right and some people think you are wrong. People need to be interested in this dispute and buy newspapers and magazines that publish relevant reports. Then the media will like you. , They will take the initiative to publish your news and discuss the right or wrong of your actions to attract readers..."

"At the same time, as a news source, you also have the ability to bargain with them. You can ask them to do a little favor or cover up a little mistake, and they will cooperate in order not to be rejected by you."

Song Ya nodded repeatedly, "You are right, Eli, I will choose the second route."

"But the black community..." Taraji reminded hesitantly when he came back after the call.

"What can the black community say about me? Stingy? I donated money for South City, I donated money for Africa, I donated money for black traditional universities, I have even been to South Africa, chatting and laughing with Mandela!"

Song Ya took the "Grandfather and Grandson Love" frame that was also placed in the study, and patted it, "Look! How good we are!"

"That's it! APLUS! We have to use all of these, but we can put it in the second wave..."

Eli had a new idea again.

At four o'clock, Mira's agent called.

"Take a break, let's carry out the discussed plan first." Song Ya picked up the phone and walked into the bedroom.

"APLUS, how is the case going?" Mira's agent asked.

"Just like that... The police are still looking for the tramp." Song Ya didn't plan to reveal the truth to him.

"Uh...it's like this."

The other party spoke a bit uncomfortably, "We are going to announce that Mira and you have broken up...Can you cooperate?"

"WTF!" Song Ya didn't expect him to say such a thing, "Do you want to jump off the boat when things provoke me? Where's Mila? Let her listen to the phone!"

"Hi..." Mira's voice was sickly, and there seemed to be her parents arguing in Russian over the microphone, "Is that true? That tramp."

"Did they instill something in you?"

Song Ya asked, "It's not true, and it will be handled well in two days. Are you going to break up with me? Or did they make you think so?"

"I don't want to...uuuuu..."

Mira cried, "But they said it wouldn't be good for us to go on like this..."

"they?"

Song Ya sneered, "Your cheating parents? Your agent? They are all idiot Mila, don't be influenced by them, wait until you are eighteen..."

"Let me tell him!" The microphone was taken by Mr. Jovovich, "APLUS! Don't confuse my daughter anymore, she is dragged down by you now, what else are you pretending? Let her wait until she is eighteen. Throw your biological parents aside! Break up our family!?"

"FXXKYOU! You guy who survives by sucking his daughter's blood! Are you a man?"

Song Ya's temper also came up, "You don't even have the ability to pay back the money from the investment company on your own!"

"Shut up! Hei... Grandet!"

Mr. Jovovich was furious, "I tell you, you know what a shit! I'm playing big business, it's politics!"

"Yeah, yeah, in that case, how about returning all the money you spent on Mira first!?"

"I paid it back!"

"You..." Song Ya was speechless for a while.

"I'm still fucked! Nothing to say, right?"

Mr. Jovovich said with an air: "Do you think someone like me will be like this for a lifetime? I paid back all the money. If you don't believe me, ask Mira! I bought her a house in New York. Do you know where it is? Upper East Side! Just now! Sign the contract, pay the money, pass the board of directors unanimously, move in! You live in Tribeca, a place that you would never have imagined!"

"Where did you get the money?"

"Investment, I don’t invest in your kind of petty jokes, yes, yes, I have seen the financial media’s bragging about you, millions of small businesses, making some scraps of copper and iron to sell out, it’s not that Do you want something? I’m not the same as you. I invest in world politics, do you understand? Do you know the changing situation in this world, do you know the current situation? You don’t know! You are just a poor man emerging from the pile Little singer, Mila will live like a princess without relying on your songs! From now on, today!"

"Quickly stop blowing!" Mrs. Jovovich snatched the microphone from his hand. "APLUS, can you talk to us calmly?"

"I'm calm."

"Well, that's it. We are not letting you break up with Mila. We will just announce that Mila and you have broken up. Please pay attention to the time. The time for'breaking up' must be before the movie is released. Mila's agent I will discuss with Hayden a unified statement, which is good for both of you." Mrs. Jovovich said.

"Because I am involved in the case now, has it become a burden for you?" Song Ya tried to suppress his emotions, "You don't want to lose money to Columbia Pictures, and you don't want to lose money to Revlon, right?"

"I can afford it!" Mr. Jovovich shouted over there.

"It's just an external unity argument, APLUS, your relationship with Milla will still be the same as before. Is there any difference? You have to avoid the media before, and it will continue to be the same in the future." Mrs. Jovovich said.

"The nature is different. After this storm, Mira and I have made an open relationship. The public will understand the lies that have been told before, because of the burden of idols. And if we broke up before we announced it, it would be good for Mira in a short time, But if she is caught out by the media in the future, her credit will be exhausted...wait..."

Song Ya said what he thought of, "You plan to hold Mila first, and then slowly persuade her to really break up with me, right? Otherwise, the explanation won't work."

The other end of the phone was quiet for a while, "APLUS." The manager Mira's voice came over, "I took the phone where they can't hear, let's be honest." He said, "It's time to break up APLUS. , Mrs. Jovovich wanted you to break up in Yellowstone Park. I was persuaded. You are very shrewd. It is no longer good for both of you to pester Mira. You don’t see each other a few times a year. The fan base on both sides has caused harm..."

"Wow, wow, very calm analysis ah?" Song Ya smiled, "When I get out of this case, I will be stronger, and it won't take long..."

"I know, I know you are not a stupid rapper like vanilla ice. You will handle it, but you forgot. Now my parents and I have formed an alliance. They are afraid that you will wait for Mila to turn 18. Mila took away from them, and I was afraid that you would use your influence on Mila to fire me, right? You've been thinking about it, right?"

He said: "The last time you blamed me for signing such a contract with Revlon, I made up my mind to keep Mira away from you. I can guess what you thought at the time, which prompted me to change my attitude towards you. , Stood in the same camp as her parents."

"One sentence ah?" Song Ya knew that the other party's judgment was correct, but he was moved after hearing that he and Mrs. Jovovich got involved. He didn't expect to put his true thoughts in a casual sentence at the time. Exposed, these agents are really good people.

"Yes, one sentence." Mila's agent said: "If you love Mila, please cooperate with her to announce that she has broken up. Now I will go back and put the phone in Mila's hands."

"Dear……"

Mira cried and asked, "Have you talked to them?"

"They are not important to me~www.wuxiaspot.com~The important thing is you." Song Ya said: "Now our future is in your hands." He gave his analysis of this matter to Mira. Said, "Announced that we have broken up a long time ago. You will no longer be able to withstand the attack that the media finds that we are still secretly dating. Have they ever told you about this?"

"Wait." There was constant arguing between her and her parents in Russian. When she picked up the phone again, she cried harder, "I think, maybe the matter is not that serious, we can quietly as before. of……"

"So you still intend to announce it to the outside world?" Song Ya asked her coldly.

"Yeah." Her voice was as low as a gnat, "Let's lie to the media. Anyway, we all hate them."

"I'm very disappointed with you Mira." Song Ya was really disappointed in her heart.

"I'm only sixteen years old, what do you want me to do..." Mila cried and said, "My dad also worked very hard between Ermao and the United States. He finally succeeded. He is not in your mouth. Kind of trash and big liar."

Song Ya didn't say anything, she whispered her finger on the hang-up button for a while, and then pressed it down.