Chicago 1990

Chapter 61: On Tracks

After choosing the address of the recording studio, everything should be on the right track. With Song Asheng’s help, Song Ya registered an A+ copyright and asset management company to inject second-hand stores and the copyright and subsequent royalties to De Klerk. With this company, with these two excellent assets and some synthetic sound invention copyrights, it can easily loan money from the bank to prevent the capital chain from breaking.

Song Ya personally injects another 500,000 dollars into the new company, and then the initial investment of A+ Audio and A+ Records will be borrowed from the new company, not a subsidiary, but as two independent companies, if they are played off in the future So Song Ya can get out as long as he chooses to go bankrupt.

   A+ audio loan is 100,000, in addition to Dile’s salary and equipment, he also has to pay for a Silicon Valley audio expert’s consulting fees for coming to Chicago every weekend to make extra money, and the employment fees for recruiting musicians to participate in synthetic sound production. In addition, the company had to spend real money to buy Song Ya’s synthetic sound invention. Although it was left-handed and right-handed, it was necessary to make clear calculations.

A+ Records loaned 200,000 yuan to pay for 401A's rent and studio decoration and equipment costs, as well as the production of the new single IFeelItComing, which includes the compensation of Dile and Al, and of course, Song Ya's contracted singer compensation It cannot be less.

150,000 is handed over to stock brokers to purchase a portfolio of investment portfolios, including a series of hardware manufacturers such as IBM, Wang An Computer, Texas Instruments, NSC, Intel, Cisco, Compaq, etc. As for software... Now the market is chaotic, and many companies Turning up and down, Song Ya really didn't dare to get involved.

   There are fifty thousand left, and he voted for Leonardo DiCaprio (later called Xiao Lizi, too many words) for two low-cost movies next year.

   At present, none of the three companies have independent financial and legal personnel, and Song Yaquan provided them to Song Asheng and Goodman.

Although the sparrow is small and well-equipped, the Chinese decoration team that Song Asheng found worked fast. When Dile arrived in Chicago, the work was just completed. Although some of the paint was still dry, there was no saying that inhaling harmful substances would affect health. He and Al officially started construction. , The moving company pulled the old Qiao music equipment from the warehouse, and the two began to direct the workers to build the recording studio.

   Once the company started, it burned money every minute and every second. In addition to going to school and practicing singing, Song Ya spent a lot of time signing various expenses every day.

   "There is a piece of sound-absorbing material on the wall. You ask them to rework quickly."

   "What microphone holder costs 300 dollars?"

   "Hire five professional cellists for one sound effect? ​​It's too expensive. Just hire amateurs for sampling."

   "We won't pay the hotel massage bill for the old Silicon Valley guy!"

   "Can't I use Old Joe's old turntable? The new model has many functions but... Forget it, I won't save money."

   "Order another Yamaha synthesizer, right? Pick the one with the lowest price."

   Song Ya was holding the phone while spitting out while signing, when there was a knock on the door, Al let Hayden in.

   "Wow, a nice place."

   Hayden flattered as soon as he came in, "The two brands of A+ Audio and A+ Record at the door are also well designed."

   Song Ya looked up and looked around at an office with hangers except cheap desks and chairs.

   "Hahaha, it's a bit simple now, it will be better in the future."

   Hayden did it himself, moved a folding chair and sat across from Song Ya, "How is the single production?" he said.

   "It's still in the early stages, where is your side? What are the conditions for each New York?" Song Ya asked.

Hayden took out his notebook from his bag and opened it, "SBK, Daniel’s attitude is very clear. You can change your singing. You can’t be so MJ. You can’t let outsiders think that SBK has a singer who learns MJ. He can't stand where MJ is. The cynicism that Sony Columbia’s media machine started up. As long as you are willing to change your tune, he promises to talk about other conditions. Of course, no matter what you decide on this matter, I think you will visit him at the first stop in New York."

   "Then there is nothing to talk about?"

   Song Ya is still unwilling to change the song of Apocalypse, if there are more Apocalypse in the future, I will talk about it later, and... "Do you know about Robert?" He asked Hayden.

   "What's the matter?" Hayden asked back.

"Dilai told me that Robert was not sent to Manila at all. After Daniel sent me back to Chicago, Robert returned to SBK as if nothing had happened. Everyone there knew, but I was kept in the dark." Pointing to Hayden, "You better really don't know."

   "I really don't know." Hayden shrugged, "This Dile, I will inform you as soon as I leave SBK..."

He saw Song Ya glared, "Although I don’t know, but I can guess it, after Daniel became the general manager of SBK, he wanted to integrate EMI’s resources in North America, and he also focused on EMI North America. As the president, Robert... has a very good relationship with EMI UK headquarters."

   "What do other companies say?" Since Song Ya didn't plan to cooperate with SBK, Song Ya was too lazy to struggle.

   "Atlantic Records doesn't have much opinion on singing, but President Doug still insisted on the conditions for publishing the special in the previous year, and downgraded the follow-up promotional resources."

   "As for Sony Columbia, Motula didn't even give me a chance to talk about it. It's the previous sentence. If your finished or semi-finished product can satisfy him, he will help release it. Second-line singer resource."

   "The conditions of other large companies are not as good as these three, and some small and medium companies have come to me one after another, but..." Hayden pointed to Song Ya's desk, "You are all on your own. Why use them?"

Hayden’s words made sense. Song Ya thought about it calmly. If he could see Cooper last time, he would really ask Cooper for advice. Use all-meter black DJs to make the list, and then rely on the bulletin board to promote the goods. The routine. But Cooper ran away, and he is now in the group. The movie "Street Boy" he participated in is scheduled for next July, and Mira’s return to the Blue Coral Reef in August, both by Columbia Pictures issued.

   "We can only record semi-finished products first~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When the electronic accompaniment part of this song has a rudimentary shape, I think the big record companies will change this."

   I didn't expect the third apocalypse song to be so stale in this era. Now he can only pin his hopes on technological innovation.

   sent Hayden away and continued his busy work, "YO!" I don't know how long it took, Al came in, "Let's go home," he said.

   Song Ya looked at the time, it was already 11:30 in the evening.

   "Okay." He and Al walked out of the office and saw that the lights in the recording studio were still on. Dile was very motivated, sorting out the samples during the day.

   "Let's go, I'll finish it in a while."

  Dilay rented a house nearby, and moved in with his girlfriend, which is considered rooted in Chicago.

   At the door, Song Ya picked up several resumes of men and women who wanted to be singers stuffed in from the crack of the door, and flipped through them casually. One of the black girls’ resumes included a photo.

   "WTF!"

   Turning to the last page of the photo, the two saw something with spicy eyes, Al yelled.

   Song Ya rolled his eyes and threw the resume into the shredder.

   Al drove, and they dragged their tired bodies back home...

   "Surprise?!"

As soon as the door was opened, the dark room suddenly became bright, and Aunt Susie was holding little Freddy, Tony and the "silencer", Connie and Tyron, and Emily, the family pulled the spray color bars in their hands , The color bars are flying in the room, and there is a big cake on the table.

   The clock on the wall is exactly twelve o'clock.

   He looked at Al behind him. Al looked silly with a tricky face and patted his shoulder, "Happy birthday, APLUS."

   "Oh yes, after twelve o'clock is the birthday of the original owner of my body..."

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