Legend has it that Fujiby Magazine will most likely calculate APLUS's personal wealth to more than one billion yuan this year, right? THERE WERE SOME THINGS I DIDN'T WANT TO SAY, BUT APLUS WOKE UP AND, ACCORDING TO RELIABLE SOURCES, HE WAS COMPLETELY SANE AND COULD EVEN HANDLE PERSONAL MATTERS. Then I can finally say what I used to hold in my stomach...... Actually, I've always felt that Fujibi was creating a gimmick before. Yes, they're playing the eye-catching game, how legendary is it for a comatose 22-year-old African-American to become the youngest self-made billionaire? Hehe, but you also said that in recent months he has been robbed of a lot of property by his personal lawyer, what Chicago law firm was empty overnight, how pitiful APLUS is...... These two things are contradictory, right? So let's go back to the original question: does Fujibee really know what the net worth of APLUS is? ’

'Haha! I said that's too much of a coincidence, right? APLUS WAS KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS BY A GUNSHOT, HIS FANS WENT TO THE THEATER TO BRUSH UP ON FOOTBALL STUNNERS IN MARCH AND APRIL, AND THE GIRLS CRIED AND DRIED THEIR TEARS AS THEY WATCHED HIM ON THE BIG SCREEN. Outcome...... He woke up in June before the start of his other starring film, Blade...... He's awake! Haha, the timing of the headline grabbing is as clever as if it had been arranged a long time ago, and now fans are going to wipe away their tears, go to the theater to continue to contribute to the box office, send him money, and then laugh at the big screen? Who remembers the scandal-ridden APLUS in the second half of last year? No one! ’

'APLUS was responsible for the riots in January, when his people jumped up and down, frantically stirred up conflicts between ethnic groups in the country, poured salt on their wounds, innocent good people died in the riots, countless shops and communities were looted and destroyed, countless people were arrested and imprisoned, and small and medium-sized business owners were unlucky......

The media seemed to have put away their sympathy overnight, and Sloane changed stations several times, and Song Ya didn't feel how happy they were about waking up.

"It's hard to imagine that this station has also published a commemorative feature video for you before, and often tracks and reports the gossip surrounding the battle for your property." Linda said with a smile.

"A black billionaire lying in bed unawake and looking at his fortune about to be divided up by someone else is a good Nger, right?"

Song Ya probably understood the mentality of these media, and looked down at the signature pen in his hand with a faint smile, but it still didn't work, his fingers were not strong at all, so he had to look at Sloan again for help.

Sloane wrapped his hands around the outside, squeezing his fingers tightly.

"Isn't that good now? More like the hand of an artist, a pianist. ”

Linda, president of A+ Records, saw his much longer fingers than before, and picked a nice auspicious saying, "What do you say?" The hopeful thinness of young people? ”

"Hey......

Song Ya grinned, holding his breath and engrossed in dealing with the pen in his hand, this was his current 'primary enemy', the black ink was crooked at the end of the document, and he almost dragged it with the strength of his arm before he finally managed to sign his name.

This was his first commercial decision after waking up: to fire the current general manager of Met's records and officially take on the position himself.

Very small problems, things that should have been done in January.

"I want to kiss you again."

Linda put away the file and gave Song Ya a black aunt kiss on the cheek, her happiness overflowing, "Cochran said Goodman they ran away, you should quickly appoint a new lawyer to find Sony Columbia Records to ask for last year's record revenue settlement, I think you should need cash the most right now." She suggested.

"Well, I will."

Song Ya set his eyes on a beautiful three-disc CD on the small bed table on his chest, Sony Columbia Records' '22 Forever' compilation released in February, which contains his first album 'APLUS', his second album '21', and the third disc contains a selection of singles from the first two albums and some pure music he composed for the Dance My Life and Cat and Mouse Game movie soundtracks, all of which were created by himself around the time of his release.

On the cover is a silhouette of himself conducting at the Chicago Symphony Center, which is very stylish and artistic in the later stage, with a black and white tone, except for himself in a black tuxedo in the center of the picture, holding a baton, the other bands, theaters, and audiences are blurred, and the golden light spills from the top of his head, and his 'thin' body is dyed by halo with a slight sense of divinity, loneliness and vulnerability, which at first glance will be mistaken for a serious symphony album of a deceased master.

"Uh......"

Linda noticed the boss's gaze and crossed her fingers together uneasily, "I thought we needed to have a consistent income anyway, so I agreed to Sony Columbia Records' proposal." ”

"It's okay, it's not a bad thing."

Sony Columbia Records' pricing strategy for this set of things is very high, almost as expensive as MJ's limited edition historical two-disc album, with the blessing of being shot and unconscious, and I heard that it sold very well.

Universal Music was crying greedily in her eyes, and several times asked Linda for her own lyrics and music scripts to release a new album of her own 'quasi-posthumous work', but Linda resisted the pressure and did not agree.

Put yourself in Linda's shoes at the time, there is nothing wrong with doing this, business is business, and it is not a mistake of principle to make peace with the enemy in the direction of alignment of interests.

Yeremov also took advantage of the opportunity to be alone yesterday to confess in tears, saying that he did not withstand the pressure of Twentieth Century Fox Films, and still allocated 30 million funds in his account to the other party in the case of Cameron's Titanic project jumping again, and he also accepted the 'small gifts' from Fox Films in three installments.

"The ...... that was shoehorned into me" Yeremov was very aggrieved, "If you don't take it, its president, Mr. Bill McKennick, will not be at ease." ”

As long as the festival is not a loss, Song Ya chose to forgive this senior manager.

"We need to quickly assign the new law firm to get the relevant legal documents of Goodman and Hamlin, and continue to settle the lawsuit with Sony Columbia Records." Sloan took the opportunity to propose again.

"Let me think again." Song Ya politely refused again.

"How did you figure out how the America music website was spun off from A+ Audio? Goodman and Hamlin ran away, and now no one knows what's going on over there except Delay. Sloan continued.

"Cochran said Goodman might want to keep his brother Jimmy in Chicago to negotiate with you, but Jimmy was so scared to see him that day that he ran out of the door, and now he can't even find anyone who can make things clear." Linda said.

"Hmm." Song Ya nodded, noncommittal.

"You're still struggling with 3DFX? They've done a good job this time, APLUS. ”

Now it is undoubtedly Sloan who knows himself best, and he chatted with her a few times after he woke up with 3DFX, "I didn't do anything big about your shares during the listing process, and I withstood Goodman's coercion and temptation, but there were too many negative factors and were shorted by Wall Street." Those are purely business and management decision-making issues, and I don't think it's worth your precious energy at this stage......"

"It's not the point at all," Sloan said. ”

"Slow down, slow down, I'm in a mess right now, Sloane."

After waking up, the massive amount of information from the outside world will always evoke fragments of memories from time to time, and Song Ya knows in her heart that the apocalypse is absolutely useful, such as the MV that was hunted by a white man with AK, but the AK was stuck, such as the dream requiem that suddenly apocalyptic when he was shot.

He was really struggling with 3DFX, precisely because it wasn't Goodman Hamlin stealing the money, it wasn't DeLay's betrayal or Susie, Tony and Shelene were arguing, and it was 3DFX that woke him up.

"Okay, you have a good rest, calm down, and we'll talk about this when we get back to Chicago."

Sloan said helplessly.

"You need to be calm, not me."

Song Ya smiled and said something tongue-twisting, "I feel that you care more about yourself than I do now." ”

"Oh? Is it? Sloan wasn't convinced.

"Since Goodman and they dare to steal my money, they will definitely not show obvious flaws, they run away, so if I don't use violent and illegal means, I can only fight a lawsuit with them, and then try to get a settlement for the return of some of the stolen goods and the return of legal documents. If they steal 100 million from me, at least 30 million will go into the pockets of the wolves of Wall Street, which is the same as the logic of money laundering, and they have someone to cover now. ”

Song Ya glanced at Mike, who was supervising the nurses making nutritional supplements: "Actually, I don't have the ability to solve this problem quickly now, and I don't want to rush into other law firms to take over the legal affairs of my company." ”

"What about Dillay? Didn't you say you wouldn't forgive Delay? Sloan asked.

"Dile's side can let Alicia try it first, and I've asked Cochran to prepare the documents to see if I can stop the listing of the American music website." Song Ya replied.

"Drop the nuclear bomb first?"

"It doesn't have to work, my stake was diluted after the break-up of Amerika Music, but at least I should have the right to fire DeLay as president of A+ Audio."

"APLUS, the board member of 3DFX, has left for Chicago." Dr. Chen, President of A+ Ventures, walked in and said, "Cochran has also obtained a ban from the bail judge in the Barn case to lift your ban on a private jet. ”

"It's still 3DFX." Sloan complained.

"Let's sort it out one by one, OK?"

Song Ya reassured him, "By the way, what about Dr. Mei and his wife?" He asked Dr. Chen.

"Oh, you know, Goodman also tried to meddle in 3DFX, Dr. Mei has been angry at both ends over there for the past six months, and he is a little at a loss, the Internet industry is not a global hit, he persuaded his wife Yanhong to return to China to start a business together, and I squeezed out some venture capital funds for them to bring back to China."

Dr. Chan replied.

"It's a pity. Ha! Mimi！ ”

Mariah Carey brought some new clothes, and Song Ya picked out a long dark trench coat and waited for her and the nurse to help her put them on, "Sunglasses for me." ”

The time has come to leave this hospital.

Lee Phillips, his ex-wife's lawyer, helped apply for a restraining order prohibiting Dr. House from appearing 500 meters around him before leaving.

The group moved him to a wheelchair, with Linda pushing behind him, South African bodyguards and Mike Sr. still in charge of security, and Mariah Carey and Sloan getting into the car first.

"Hah! Thanks, Forman. ”

Song Ya has a good impression of the black intern who stopped House from going crazy in time and 'saved his life', and will have a fund for him to do medical research at Princeton Medical School in the future, so as not to be retaliated by his boss House for losing his job.

"GOODBYE, APLUS." Forman and the director took him all the way to the gate of the hospital.

Wearing a windbreaker over his hospital gown, he enjoyed the care of countless flashing lights as soon as he got out of the hospital, fortunately, he had already put on sunglasses, his head was slightly tilted to the side, with a tired but indifferent smile on his face, he raised his hand with difficulty, put his elbow on the armrest of the wheelchair, and turned his wrist to the reporters casually to say hello.

The reporter and the paparazzi were more humane this time, and they didn't mention any messy questions loudly, so they silently took their photos.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! There were screams of fan ecstasy.

He couldn't find out where the fans were, until the wheelchair was lifted into the ambulance, and he found the crowd holding support signs from a distance, "Wait." He told the medic not to close the back door, smiled and waved to the side, and kissed sickly.

"APLUS we love you!" The girls were excited, crying, and shouting slogans in unison.

"That's it."

The doors were closed, and the motorission slowly made its way to the airport, where a South African motorcycle, riding an Apulian motorcycle, in addition to the New Jersey police officers who opened the road, dropped out at the end of the motorcade.

"What was the last medicine we gave him?" Dr. House appeared next to Forman, looking farther and farther away at his beloved motorcycle.

"Uh......" Forman looked down and flipped through the room notes, "dexamethasone." ”

"Really?"

Dr. House quickly made up for a rare disease that could be cured by dexamethasone, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he was also relieved, "By the way, you've been fired, Forman." ”

"Not unexpected."

Forman didn't panic at all.