Chapter 141 Fighting Poison with Poison

The purpose of coming to the church was to test her brother-in-law Tai Lun again, but she unexpectedly ran into Little Freddy's biological father. Song Ya looked back at the homeless man who was still betting on the team, and felt that the other party would not be an honest man like Tai Lun.

"How many people are employed in my family now?"

Back at the a+ Records office, he asked Song Asheng, "I want to hire another security guard. It must be reliable. Reliability is the most important thing. Just use force to knock down homeless people."

"There is only one maid who lives here all the time, and a gardener who comes here regularly."

Song Asheng replied, "Would you like to let a relative of me try it? But Iva can speak English, and he doesn't have formal security qualifications and a gun license."

"Okay, there is no need for security with a gun for the time being, let him come over and show me, and go to work if he passes."

Song Ya finished the affairs briefly and walked into the recording studio.

"this?is?definitely?the?wickedest?thing?i?ever?hear?in?my?life!"

De Lay was also assigned a sentence in show me the money, and the rest of the short echoes were Al's, but their voices will be included in the accompaniment, and Song Ya is the only singer in the column.

The voice of the original singer of this song is completely different from that of Song Ya. He is not going to completely imitate the original singer like i feel it ing and other songs, but only use his original voice.

"Read more fiercely, Delay."

Song Ya pressed the call button to demonstrate to Di Lai, "life! Especially the last word, life! It should be handled like this, heavier and higher."

"Okay." Delay gave a thumbs up and started again.

"yo, aplus, the trumpeter is here." Al led a group of musicians carrying trumpet boxes into the control room.

"So early?"

Song Ya took the form hanging on the wall in his hand, and the schedule on it was very full, "This time belongs to show me the money, and there is still more than an hour before the recording of 'Trumpet'."

"We happen to have nothing to do, so we came here early to have fun." A trumpeter said with a smile: "You have wine here."

"You can still pick up girls!" Another shouted from behind.

"Uh...Okay." Song Ya can still afford this drink, "Then please go ahead." He smiled and let the other party in.

The trumpeters sat down on the sofa with ease, some took wine and glasses from the wine cabinet, and some started calling girls to come over.

The daily life of this gang of classical music circles is much more boring than that of pop musicians. Ask a girl to listen to an orchestra rehearsal? That's definitely not going to happen, but having a party in the recording studio of the popular singer aplus? Few girls would refuse, and this time they had a chance.

About half an hour later, the girls that the musicians had invited arrived one after another, and there was no need to tease them, and the small recording studio was almost crowded. Song Ya is now able to cope with this kind of scene very well. There are indeed girls who will give him various hints, but after he politely declines, few people will continue to pester them. After all, there are still a lot of musicians staring at them over there. Drooling yet.

A+ Records has undergone two equipment upgrades, and the old equipment given by Joe has basically been eliminated. The preliminary preparations for 'Trumpet' are sufficient, and the song show me the money is very simple, and the recording progress of the two songs is very fast.

Before I knew it, it was time to leave for New York again.

"Go to the award show today to walk the stage (familiarize yourself with the venue before the performance, and practice walking), and tomorrow will be the official performance."

Hayden handed him a schedule, "Sony Columbia will help coordinate everything."

The two walked out the door and met Big A head-on.

"m-fxxk!"

Big A was yelling at the newspaper in his hand, "The Ku Klux Klan! Don't let me know where their newspaper is!"

"What's wrong?" Song Ya asked.

"Aplus, just right, look..." Big A handed over the newspaper in his hand.

It turned out to be a southern right-wing tabloid, "You even read this kind of newspaper?" Song Ya joked.

"Huh?"

He noticed an article, 'Black people...evolution...' The article first talked about the theory of racial superiority and inferiority based on white supremacy, and then gave an example, 'Take the singer Mariah Carey and her sister who have made a lot of noise recently According to the news, there are three children, two of whom are white mothers, but they can train their daughters to become well-known singers, and the other son also has a serious job. And what about black fathers? His burden is only half of that of a white mother, but he still raised his only daughter into a bitch. This newspaper can cite countless examples of this kind, black people are born...'

Isn't this what he said to Motura last time? But with some white supremacist spice added.

"Aplus, you have to help us criticize this kind of speech!" Big A said angrily.

"I mention this kind of tabloids only to advertise them..."

Song Yacai didn't bother to intervene, "And didn't you have a lot of fun discussing the gossip between the two sisters recently? The younger sister who grew up with a white mother ignored the older sister who grew up with a black father... Cold-blooded popular singers don't talk about family affection, but they have black blood. Having a bad heart of a white person... is it embarrassing now?"

"Uh... I didn't say that kind of thing either. Miss Kelly came to my show, and she's your friend." Big A chose to leave.

"By the way, what did I ask you to inquire about? Behind this turmoil..."

Song Ya asked Big A to find out who bought through so many media and attacked Mariah Carey at the same time.

"There must be someone behind it, but I can't find out about the previous family."

Big A is very cunning, he can't help Song Ya do this kind of thing with all his heart, "It's nothing more than those big record companies with diva, who have this kind of energy and dare to go against Sony Columbia Records, who else but them .”

"We should go, or we won't be able to catch the flight." Hayden reminded from the side.

"OK."

Song Ya threw the newspaper back to Big A, "Tomorrow I will start a new order, remember to contact the old relationship."

"Don't worry, I won't forget about this." Big A promised.

Song Ya could guess that there must be Motura's shadow behind the newspaper's remarks, and he remembered what he said last time. This trick of fighting poison with fire is very ruthless and very beautiful. Aren't you black djs attacking Mariah Carey? The more attacks you make, the more heated the topic is, the more embarrassing it is to face the remarks of white supremacists.

"Hi, Miss Kelly."

Although Billboard magazine has great influence, its own financial resources are very limited. The venue of the awards show is much more shabby than that of the Grammys. The two met in the backstage dressing room. Song Ya took the initiative to hug her, and performed a face-to-face ceremony from left to right , "Why are you so thin?"

Indeed, after not seeing each other for a few days, Mariah Carey has lost a lot of weight. It seems that the recent overwhelming media hype has brought her a lot of pressure.

"That's not good."

Her spirits were still refreshed, "I saw the rendering of you wearing that pair of pants..."

The clothes of the two must be communicated in advance to avoid incongruous stage effects.

"Very beautiful pants, haha." Both she and the female assistant next to her laughed, "In order not to be overwhelmed by you, I also prepared..."

She asked her assistant to take a blue haute couture evening dress from the hanger, "secret weapon!" She compared the skirt to her body, it was strapless, high-cut, and very low-cut.

"Wow, I can't wait to see how you look in it, it will be very beautiful." Song Ya looked her up and down and complimented her.

"immediately."

She took the skirt and went directly into the small changing room in the dressing room, and the female assistant also followed in to help.

Song Ya listened to everything inside through the curtain for a while, "Dangdang!" She opened the curtain, put her hands on her hips, and made a pose.

The evening dress just covered a little more than half of her chest, and her round hemisphere was exposed. As her breath undulated like waves, Song Ya looked down, and the evening dress narrowed at the waist, showing her perfect coke bottle figure, white and firm The skin of the legs follows half of the high fork looming.

"It's fucking cheap for Motura." Song Ya secretly swallowed, thinking to herself.

But he wouldn't say this even if he was killed, "Wow, wow wow..." He applauded repeatedly, "I said earlier, you are the most beautiful." If this was flattery before, it is now It really came from the heart.

"Hmph, of course." Mariah Carey lifted the top edge of her evening dress triumphantly, "It's just a little too revealing, it's all your fault, wearing such a coquettish bag..." She rolled her eyes.

"Wait, what does the shyness and softness in the white eyes mean?"

Song Ya couldn't stand being teased by her, "I should go change my clothes too, where is my dressing room?" She asked the female assistant.

"Just change it here, what are you afraid of, a man?" Mariah Carey said.

"Uh, okay." She didn't have any objections, and Song Ya walked into the changing room with the bag that Hayden handed over.

"Miss Kelly..." He heard the female assistant persuade outside, "Is it not too good?"

"It's okay, he's still a child." Mariah Carey said disapprovingly.

"Children? Huh..."

Song Ya changed into sequined pants, tight vest and high-top AJ shoes, opened the curtain, walked in front of Mariah Carey, and sang directly: "show?off?that?body?you?got, you?got?that?dance, ?glow?so?hot, you?workin'?that, ?you?twerkin'?that, you?tickin'?that?like?a?clock..."

"What is this, your new song?"

"yeah!"

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