Chicago 1990

The process of taking the negatives went smoothly. The three of them almost half-held the old man into his office and handed over all the photos and negatives from the drawer of the boss desk. Eric also searched the drawer for possible omissions.

"Wow, it was so exciting just now." Dile said excitedly on the way back to the hotel.

Song Ya didn't respond. Instead, he calmed down at this time, regretting it a bit.

He was already on the edge of the law just now. No, he even violated the law to some extent. In the lobby, the old man would not be able to get out of trouble as long as he recruited security guards. In the office, if the old man recruited police officers, they could almost count. The work has been caught.

Fortunately, it seemed that his fierce appearance at the time completely scared the old man, he didn't dare to do anything.

But Song Ya knows that since this old man can enter SBK and talk to himself before the audition results come out, the energy behind it is certainly not small, especially the Italian name'Antonio' ​​on the sign on the door of his office, which makes people think of brutality. The Italian Mafia. In this era, the Mafia is no longer good in Chicago, but it still has a surviving reputation in New York.

In addition to soaking in Mira, his New York trip is definitely not a success. During this time, he offended many people in SBK, left a reputation for not helping himself among the black community in New York, and went against all the time. A cautious-first style of acting, spending money like running water, just five thousand plus eight hundred plus miscellaneous things on Mila, a total of six or seven thousand dollars... You know that Aunt Susie and her family are still living in slums and eating welfare. It.

"It's a sex and the city that can make you lose yourself."

He walked outside the hotel, looked up at the towering skyscrapers, and couldn't help sighing.

Knocking on the door, Mira with red eyes rushed into her arms, "What should I do?" she cried.

"It's okay, everything is okay." Song Ya touched her back softly and comforted.

Mrs. Jovovich in the room was talking on the phone, “It will take a long time to wait for the revenue of the song. Even if the record can be released in the second half of the year, it will be settled next year when the SBK side is settled. Movies... Columbia will only pay 100% of the pay Fifteen or twenty, the rest..." She held her handkerchief and kept wiping tears.

Song Ya looked at this beautiful hotel suite, but felt quite disapproving.

"APLUS, what should we do?" Mrs. Jovovich put down the phone and looked at her daughter who was tightly wrapped around Song Ya, her face becoming paler.

"It's okay, Mrs. Jovovich, it's all resolved."

"Solved?" Mrs. Jovovich showed surprise in her eyes.

"Yeah, I got all the negatives." Song Ya took out the white film bag from her arms and handed it to her.

"Really!" Mrs. Jovovich carefully checked. "You are... how did you do it?"

Song Ya shrugged, "Spend money... In New York, what better way to solve the problem besides money."

"How much did it cost?" Mrs. Jovovich asked.

"One hundred thousand knives." Song Ya didn't care.

Mira in her arms screamed, "You shouldn't give that bad old man so much money!"

"Oh, my goodness!" Mrs. Jovovich exclaimed, covering her mouth, "Thank you, APLUS."

"Forget it, don't mention this." Song Ya explained to the two of the rehearsal in Chicago. "SBK will be responsible for your accommodation and other expenses in Chicago during this time, because Mira is a minor SBK will also be responsible for the extra expenses in this area."

"Yeah! Dear, let's leave here and go to Chicago!" Under the watch of her mother, Mila offered to kiss.

Daniel moved quickly. He thoughtfully sent an oversized RV for the band to run publicity, and transported the personnel and equipment to Chicago, where Joe Music downstairs.

"That's it?" Mira jumped out of the car excitedly and looked around the surroundings.

"That's it." Song Ya knocked on the iron door, and it was still Karl who came to open the door. "Come in, let me introduce you..."

Old Joe’s music is still the same, except that there is an extra photo of Old Joe and Congressman Underwood on the photo wall of the stairs. The posters of Lori and Al at the front desk on the second floor have also been removed and replaced by Luo. Rui's one-man show.

"Everyone knows that the security of Chicago South City is not good. The hotel is considered safe. Don't go out around Old Joe Music, especially the opposite..." Song Ya pointed to the underground nightclub opposite, "You white people Never have the idea of ​​going in and playing."

"I understand, I understand, Alcapone! Da Da Da..." Dile gestured with his hand in a burst of Chicago typewriter.

Song Ya smiled, Alcapone was over. His failure caused the mafia ebb in Chicago. This is the first first-tier city in the whole rice that is controlled by black people.

He didn't bother to explain these words to Dile and the others, opened the door of the recording studio, asked them to carry the equipment from the RV, and led Mira into Old Joe's office, locked the door, and Mother Mira stayed in the hotel to tidy up, a rare opportunity.

After a little movement, he put his arms around the big white girl who was still lingering on his lap and dialed Pablo's cell phone, "Hi, Pablo, I am APLUS, is Tony next to you?" he asked.

The call went to Tony's hand.

"Uh...Tony, I want to ask, and...erh no, how should I pay for the partner?"

After talking to Tony on the phone, he asked Mila to get dressed to participate in the rehearsal, got in Eric's car, went to the bank, and then returned to his slum home.

Standing outside the door of a dilapidated home, it is hard to imagine that I was still in New York not long ago. A large group of singers and agents tried their best to figure out their own preferences and fought back and forth around their choices.

"Hey Al, the car is repaired?" He saw Al crawling out of the car, covered in oil.

"It was repaired early, but it broke again soon, so I can only repair it continuously." Al replied.

Aunt Susie and the others were not there. They should have gone to church. Song Ya walked into her room, and the Chicago local media's news report about the popularity of second-hand stores was playing on the small TV.

Al quickly turned off the TV.

"Al, be my partner, I am very short of manpower now." He searched in the room for a long time and found a few rubber bands to tie small objects.

Al did not speak.

"Don't be fucking decadent, you hate old Joe and them, you will never hate me?" Song Ya persuaded: "Or do you want to lose another chance?"

"Okay." Al insisted soon and agreed, "Thank you APLUS."

"Don't be polite to me."

After getting Al, Song Ya took out five hundred knives from his arms, tied them into rolls with rubber bands, and went out to find Eric and threw them to him, "Your share."

"Thanks, APLUS." Al didn't count, and smiled and stuffed the roll of money into his pants pocket.

This is the attendant...No, another benefit of partners is that they are cheap. Following their high-intensity work for so long, the normal salary of a tuner in New York is definitely more than that.In fact, this is also a common problem. The income of ordinary members of Chicago gangs is even far below the government minimum wage. Even small bosses cannot meet the normal income of white-collar workers in large companies outside. Now many gang members still live with their mothers as adults, not them. Filial piety, but really no money to move out...

Take Al and return to Old Joe's music.

"Hey... Al." Carl, who has always been silent, saw Al take the initiative to say hello.

Al showed him a middle finger.

Carl smiled rarely.

At night, Dile and the others finished the rehearsal and walked out of Old Joe's music. From now on, Al drove the Ford pickup to take them back and forth from the hotel.

'boom!'

Suddenly, there was a dull gunshot from the underground nightclub opposite, followed by the screams of men and women, and the dark silhouettes poured out like a tide from inside, a mess.

Dile looked dumbfounded at them.

"Welcome to Chicago." Song Ya smiled.