Chicago 1990

　　 "You will definitely sing the song to Donnie, right? If we sign with Columbia Records." The two discussed and came back, and Donnie's agent pointed to the core issue in the first sentence.

"I heard about the contract negotiations between you and Columbia Records, but frankly speaking, it’s nothing to do with me. EmpireStateofMind will appear in my own album, produced by my own A+ record. I really value this song, you guys. It’s Mr. Motortula who forced me to come here. I didn’t know who Donnie was before. I hope you can understand that Sony Columbia Records is the publisher of my first album. They didn’t have the right to choose a female singer for me. I just wanted to Cooperate with them, after all, I am considered a newcomer, nothing more."

Song Ya brought him into the office alone, delaying with the rhetoric that had been discussed with Roberto Cleverville, "Tanny is not my first choice either. You have heard the lyrics of this song. It was originally written for Yi A female singer from New York, but she is too popular now, and her album is not suitable for rap elements."

　　 "I know, it's Mariah Carey, right?" Song Ya's suggestion was too obvious, and Tang Ni's agent was not difficult to guess.

　　 "Yes, she just came here the day before yesterday, just for this song, you also watched the news, those reporters."

　　 Song Ya forced a wry smile and shook his head, "I thought that the scandal had gone up, really nothing to them."

　　 "I see, is Tang Ni the second choice? If Miss Kelly doesn't sing?" Tang Ni's agent asked.

　　 "Currently it is." Song Ya stretched out his hands, "Of course, I still take Sony Columbia's opinion mainly."

　　 "Yes, I understand."

Tang Ni’s agent got up to leave and walked to the door. He turned around and asked, "The other two girls, are you interested? I mean your record company signed them. The asking price is very low. If you are interested, do it now. You can listen to them sing to you."

　　 "You saw it too, my little place..." Those two were not good-looking, Song Ya declined.

　　 "You will have a big place, it's just a matter of time."

　　 The other party smiled, asked for a tape of Tang Ni's singing, and left with the three sisters.

According to the plan, Song Ya should'go out' for a few days and help Colombia delay the time. "This kind of offensive work is really hard to do..." Through the window, he saw standing on the street waiting for a taxi. The four of them, this combination that has not been released for a few years must not be financially rich, "Al, you go drive them."

　　 Al went down and drove, "In the few days I've been away, I will completely get the synthesis of Empire State of Mind." He told Dile again, and early the next morning, he pulled Song Asheng and rushed to Silicon Valley again.

　　 "The parts manufactured by Huaguo have arrived, and we are organizing inspection and testing."

　　 A+ Pedal Company General Manager Riise drove them up in person. “The factory in New Jersey and the remaining large equipment have been processed, the newly purchased equipment has arrived, and the employees have moved over.”

　　 The three people walked into the factory in Sunnyvale. A large truck stopped behind the factory. The tailgate opened directly to the conveyor belt inside the factory. The two black people were constantly putting standard cardboard boxes on the conveyor belt.

　　 "Hey, boss."

　　 "Hey, APLUS."

The two had met Song Ya in the New Jersey Cafe. They did not agree to send the capital, but then Song Ya took care of them and gave them a job in the new factory. One is that they are honest, and the other is the same. Black people can leave two eyeliners that can be assured in this company.

"How about? Did your family move in?" Song Ya opened the carton and took out the components manufactured by Huaguo. The black plastic shell and the company's LOGO were carefully printed. It should be the pedal base. Shen, it is definitely covered with metal, "This is much heavier than the book, and the style is also very old..." He compared the book pedals used by his record company and was not satisfied.

"I have moved here. My wife is transferring the children. The quality of this base is not bad." The older black man replied with a smile: "If you don't need to carry it often, Americans still prefer a bigger and heavier one. This thing is very real at first glance."

"Yes, we don't compete with the notebook in the mainstream market." Rise brought Song Ya into the factory. On the workbench surrounded by various machines, a skilled worker was disassembling the base and assembling it was also a Chinese foundry. The main body of the stainless steel pedal is the part that the foot steps on.

Unlike ordinary pedals, there are electronic chips and data cables inside. This part of the company does not produce it itself. They come from other suppliers in the United States. The other two skilled workers are responsible for assembling this part and the other for testing and debugging. .

　　 After the two black employees had finished moving the goods, they joined the work.

　　 Basically, the Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company has evolved into a pedal assembly workshop in Song Ya's hands.

　　 "How's the sales?" Song Ya took the finished product that Rise handed him, and stepped it on the ground with his foot. It was not bad, and the foot felt like a piano pedal. Indeed, if portability is not considered, this heavy and solid style will not annoy the Americans, and it can also support the latest MIDI standards.

"Currently, I am gradually replacing old orders. In terms of new business, I am planning to recruit a few sales people across the country to try to enter major specialty stores. Printed advertisements have also been prepared. Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company has very complete customer information. Just post it by address."

　　Looking at Rise’s cheerful expression, he knew that the business did not lose money. “The key is that the cost has been drastically reduced. Even if the sales don’t increase, the profits will look good.”

"Not bad."

Song Ya was very satisfied, and followed Riise to his office on the second floor. The furnishings and various file cabinets inside were also set up. There was also a middle-aged female clerk outside ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She was probably the entire company. The busiest person, who is also the finance, personnel, typist, and assistant to the general manager, "your coffee." He also made two cups of coffee to Song Ya and Song Asheng.

　　 "The sparrow is small and has all five internal organs." Song Asheng said a Chinese idiom.

　　 "That's right." Rise took out a bag of cassettes from the drawer. "The Hong Kong agent sent it with the goods. Hayden said it was the Huaguo Records you wanted."

　　 Song Ya took a look, they were all Chinese rock records, only then remembered that he had talked to Hayden, and he put everything in his bag.

　　 "The cost has become lower. Is it necessary to reduce prices to compete for the market?" Song Asheng asked.

　　 “It’s not necessary for the time being. The market size of electronic keyboards and synthesizer pedals is not large. We are focusing on the market that we disdain, and niche products in the niche. It is not good for anyone to fight a price war.”

　　Rise replied, Song Ya has no objection, anyway, he doesn't understand it, and the other party has already tied the company's interests through salary and equity incentives, and he will definitely think about the company wholeheartedly for the time being.

　　 After the day trip to the factory, he returned to the hotel, took out the rock records in his bag, and listened to them all.

　　 "Hey, Roberto..."

　　He called Roberto Cleverville, "You said last time I could recommend a singer, right? Not a hip-hop singer, but a Chinese rock singer..."

　　 "Okay, your company in Asia is called Sony Records, right? Can you help me ask..."

　　 "At present, only Dou Wei has no record company signing, right? He just left the Black Panthers? It just so happens that I like his songs very much..."

"The piracy over there is serious? Okay... OK, just sign him. It's a small amount of money for you... Character problem? Singer, no one has character problems... Yes, just give him an environment where he can play music... …"