Chicago 1990

　　‘Click! ’

　　 New York began to flash and thunder in the evening, and there was heavy rain. Before the car stopped, Mariah Carey opened the door and stepped out with one foot, "Brenda, hurry up! Hurry up!"

She led a female assistant and Brenda who were still holding a Jack Russell Terrier, stepped on high heels, and rushed to the bodyguard guarded by the private elevator at the end of the garage like a whirlwind, "Ah, confiscate it temporarily." Pulling the other party's intercom from her shoulder, the female assistant has opened the elevator door.

　　 "Key, key..."

　　 A bunch of sounds urged the female assistant to take out the key, and her penthouse soon arrived. She pushed another bodyguard at the door, and then unlocked and entered the house in one go.

　　 "Miss Kelly!"

　　 Linda who was watching TV in the living room exclaimed.

　　 "Shut up, Bichi, don't even think about telling that kid anymore." Brenda threw the dog into her arms.

　　 Mariah Carey didn’t care about this, she went upstairs, until she held the doorknob of the master bedroom, she took a deep breath and shook her head...

It was a dim bedroom again, and soft music was still playing in the room. At a glance, she saw the clothes scattered around the big bed for men and women, and two raised human-shaped quilts. Tears came out again, and she leaned weakly. On the door frame.

"Mimi..." Behind Brenda saw this scene and grabbed her arm worriedly, fearing that she would be impulsive again, "M-Fxxk! Scumbag!" Then he roared and rushed over to pull the quilt. Open, "APLUS you...huh?"

　　 "Hey! Hey! What are you doing!?"

　　 A naked, brawny man with his arms around a black girl was awakened from his sleep, "Brenda!? Are you crazy!?" So scared, he quickly scrambled for a quilt to cover his body.

　　 "Tony!?"

　　 Brenda put down the raised vase, "Why do you M-Fxxk sleep here?"

　　 "Why are you M-Fxxk here!?" Tony shouted back.

　　 The black girl woke up in the quarrel, she was so scared that she screamed loudly. After reacting, she probably wanted to bend her head, turned her head and rewarded Tony with a mouth, jumped out of bed, grabbed a piece of clothing and rushed out.

　　 "Huh?" Mariah Carey sniffed and held back her tears.

　　 "This is the bedroom of Mimi and APLUS!" Brenda yelled to Tony.

　　 "Ali is my brother!" Tony grinned his neck and said his words strictly.

"what happened?"

　　 Song Ya's voice appeared behind him at this time.

　　 "Ah!" Mariah Carey was taken aback, and she looked back with teary eyes. The little husband was walking over in a formal suit, followed by Goodman and Old Mike.

　　 "Mimi? Why are you here?" Seeing himself, his tone became surprised and happy, his strong arms came over and hugged him, "Why don't I make a call in advance? I'll pick you up."

　　 "People..."

　　 Mariah Carey was almost drunk by his gentleness, pouting like a little girl who did something wrong and lowered her head, "I miss you, I decided to come and accompany you temporarily, can't it?"

"of course can."

　　 Song Ya also saw Tony at this time, let go of her hand and walked in and shouted, "Tony, you **** have so many bedrooms here, do you have to bring women into this room!?"

　　 Tony persuaded, "My girlfriend wants to experience it in the bed of a big star..."

　　 "So you changed another one?" Song Ya asked.

　　 Tony sat on the bed and stopped talking.

The two brothers were arguing. Brenda hid the vase behind his back and slid out along the wall, "I was killed by you this time, Mimi..." he left a word in his girlfriend's ear and fled. .

　　 "You **** don't put on your **** clothes yet?!" Song Ya continued to scold.

　　 "You...you go out first, OK?" Tony stretched out his hand dejectedly to pull the clothes scattered in the room.

　　 "Now I know I'm sorry again?"

　　 Song Ya sighed, "Mimi, let's first..."

Ok? Looking back, his wife had already run away with high heels.

　　 "Brenda? What did you just hold in your hand?" He could almost guess the beginning and the end of this oolong, and followed him with amusement in his heart.

　　 "Huh?" Brenda shrank in the corner of the living room sofa, looking up blankly.

　　 Mariah Carey sat beside her, staring at the TV.

　　 "This." Linda puzzled at the vase on the coffee table in front of him.

　　 Song Ya glared at Brenda, did not pursue any further, sat down and held Mariah Carey again, shook her face with her hand, "Come here prepared to Ah?"

　　 "I hate it, people care about you."

　　 She acted like a baby and gave Song Ya a palm on her chest, and then the little bird nestled in her husband's arms, "Where have you been?"

　　 "Oh, I just came back from a dinner hosted by the Inner City Broadcasting Company with Goodman."

　　 Song Ya pointed to Goodman, and said to her: "Don't change the subject."

　　 "It's going to be!" She sneered, "Surely countless women have embraced you in these two days, right? Now the news is all saying that you made 100 million, more..."

　　 "Why, maybe you only pay attention to entertainment news."

　　 Song Ya shook his head, "The main media of Mi Mi mainly talks about Mark Anderson."

　　 "I ask you about women, don't change the subject."

　　 "I'm very good..." Song Ya held her tighter.

　　 "Hmm."

　　 She was satisfied, "Why is Tony here?"

　　 "Oh, he accompanied Aunt Susie to see me."

　　 "Where is Aunt Susie?"

　　 "At Bedford Hills with Connie, Emily, and Little Freddy, I will host a dinner there tomorrow to entertain friends in New York." Song Ya replied.

　　 "Okay! You don't notify me if you hold a party!" She straightened up.

　　 "Have you finished filming the film?" Song Yajie asked.

"Roughly the same."

　　 "That's not the end of the filming yet? I heard some bad rumors in Hollywood about you." Song Ya beat her arrogance down.

　　 "What rumor?"

　　 "Say you gave two dogs a special nanny car and manpower, which is better than the main supporting role, and often let the crew wait for you..."

　　 "The project uses all my money, as I please..." she muttered.

　　 "Look at it, once the box office is not good after the movie is released, all these small problems will be picked up by the media and they will not sound good."

　　 "Stop talking about this, shall we rebuild the holiday villa on the small island of the Bahamas? I sent someone to see it. The old house on the island is smaller than the one in Malibu."

　　 "There is no spare money this year."

　　 "You just made so much, the company is listed!"

　　 "That's the market value. I can't get a dime back for the time being."

　　 "Why?"

　　 "Uh, how to explain? My shares in Netscape..."

　　 The next day, the two appeared in Bedford Hills glamorously. Almost all African politicians in Manhattan and friends from the New York music circle came, and friends who got invitations through various methods...

　　 "Mr. Dingkins, long time no see."

　　 She held Song Ya's hand and smiled and greeted the former mayor.

　　 "You are more beautiful, Mrs. Song, oh yes, let me introduce you."

　　 The old man was followed by a large group of little black girls today, all staring at the big star couple with their admiring star eyes.

　　 "This is my friend, Matthew Norris. He opened a Music World Entertainment Record Company."

Dingkins introduced a middle-aged black man to him, "You said yesterday that you wanted to find a heroine for the MV? These beautiful girls are all his singers, here, little Beyoncé, come here, she is Matthew His eldest daughter, and his younger daughter Solange."

　　 "Music world entertainment?"

　　 Song Ya has no impression of this name. He has been in the music circle for a long time, and he is basically familiar with large and medium record labels, so he should be just a small character in front of him. The world of music and entertainment... Hehe, the title is very daring, and it is quite similar to American music.

"Yes, my personal small company only owns my daughter Beyonce and these three girls. Their combination Destiny\'s Child participated in a talent show to find stars. Beyonce was eight years old. Began to participate in children's programs on the TV station in Texas."

　　 Matthew Norris took the opportunity to help his daughter brag.

　　 "But I only need one..." Song Ya looked at Dingkins hesitantly. He just gave the old man the points for recommending the MV heroine yesterday.

　　 "They are great, they follow a similar route to TLC, and they are not worse than them." Matthew Norris continued to sell.

　　 "Matthew is also an old buddy of OmegaPsiPhi." Dingkins helped: "From the Fisk University branch."

Fisk University is also a traditional black university like Dingkins’ alma mater, Howard University. Song Ya understood that the other party wanted to sell her daughter’s combination to A+ Records, so she looked again. Her eldest daughter Beyonce seemed to be Mulatto, prettier than other girls, about fourteen or five years old? The other three girls in the group seem to be of the same age. The black girl has developed very well at this age because of her precocity. It is especially difficult to identify the specific age. The little girl was about ten years old, holding her sister's hand and hiding behind the adult, she looked much ugly.

　　 "Did they not sign the company?" Song Ya asked.

　　 "Just cancelled by Erica Records ()." Matthew Norris sighed.

"I know."

Erica Song Ya knows that Warner’s powerful label, the company’s executives participated in the internal struggles of Warner’s top management, determined to choose sides, but failed. That incident led to the Atlantic Ocean, which was also under Warner’s at the time. The record president, Doug Morris, rushed to the position. Of course, because of his involvement in the monopoly of record prices with Daniel and others, Doug Morris could not stay in that position for long...

　　 So it’s correct to find Doug Morris, who has gone to Universal Music to continue to be the president of Erica’s singers. He knows, "I'll find out first. You wait for my news, Matthew."

Although he has never experienced the life of a fraternity for a day, he knows that if a U.S. person is a friend from the same fraternity, if it is an innocuous favor, he or she will help, so he patted Matthew's arm. "Please come in. Please feel free to be free."

We greeted Dingkins, Matthew Norris and the girls she brought in, and Matthew Norris took the opportunity to stuff a box of music videos of the Destiny Girl~www.ltnovel.com~ He handed it to Lin. Da, let her dial the channel Gmorris.

"Erica Records' Destiny Girl Group? I have the impression that the girls are good at singing, but now the TLC-like girl group on the market is saturated. Matthew Norris takes them very tightly again and he doesn’t want girls We signed directly with Erica Records, and everything went through a small company under his name... Plus that guy was a bit nasty, uh, let me put it straight, he likes to mess with flowers and can’t control himself. Crotch."

　　Doug Morris first congratulated Song Ya on his success in Netscape's listing, and then he had no reservations.

　　 "Oh, I see, thank you Mr. Morris."

　　 is an old look again? After hanging up the phone, Song Ya shrugged, instantly losing interest.

　　 "Are you going to pick the heroine of WhateverYouLike from those girls?" Mariah Carey asked.

　　 "Choose? No, I promised Dinkins, it should be Beyonce, the eldest daughter of Matthew Norris." Song Ya replied.

　　 "I like the tall man better."

　　 Mariah Carey screamed at the girls in the distance.

　　 "Which one? That one?" Song Ya stared at the tallest girl inside and looked carefully. She was about one meter and seven meters tall and she was the best in shape. "But the girl's front teeth are a bit big, right? The mouth doesn't look good."

　　 "Did you not say last night that you don't need to look for something too good-looking, but you just need a better figure?" She tried to see her poorly, and twisted her hand to threaten her husband's arm.

　　 "You want to eat the jealous little girl too?"

"Ok?"

　　 "Uh, okay, okay, I want to find a way."