Chicago 1990

As he told Dilei, the first priority of A+ Records is to make Remember The Name. In early February, Dilei finished the new synthetic sound and produced a more complete accompaniment version.

Over the weekend, A+ Records also ushered in a distinguished guest, David Falke, the agent of Jordan and many NBA players.

It was he who contacted Hayden on the initiative. The clever words of Goodman when discussing the contract caused Donovan to be very angry. After returning to Los Angeles, he warned the top player agent and told him not to stretch his hands so much. long'.

David Falke, with a bewildered look, didn't know how to offend William Morris. After several inquiries through the relationship, he found out the initiator.

"Hahaha..."

After explaining the misunderstanding, the little Jew largely didn't care, "If my reputation can make Donovan take the initiative to lower the price, it will be worthwhile to be in this business for so many years."

"We admire you and Jordan very much. He is the pride of Chicago." Song Ya complimented.

"Indeed, the Bulls have a great opportunity this year."

Speaking of Jordan, David Falk was very proud, "In fact, his annual salary is not worth yours."

This season, Jordan's annual salary is 2.5 million, which is indeed not as high as Song Ya's annual salary, if you count the royalties that SBK is about to settle.

"But his commercial value is much higher than mine."

Jordan signed with Nike. This year it was also reported that he was negotiating with Coca-Cola and Gatorade. The advertising revenue has completely crushed Song Ya. Now, except for some small brands that are not on the stage, no big company asks Hayden for prices. .

"You are still young."

David Falk patted Song Ya on the shoulder.

Then Song Yala Shang Al and Dile sang Remember The Name with the lyrics to Jordan.

"Emmmmm..."

On business matters, David Falk would not be so joking. He put his hand on his chin and muttered for a while, "Can you remove those few words FXXK from the lyrics?"

"It has been reduced to a minimum, David, you know, my rap lyrics have always been very clean, Remember The Name is also a positive inspirational song, those few FXXK are just modal particles."

Song Ya is not going to cut the swear word in this song, without those few FXXK, this song will lose a lot of flavor.And if the rap lyrics are too clean, they will be scolded by black DJs, and they will not please young white people. Middle-aged and old white people will not listen to rap music at all, and it is useless to please them.

"And what about He's a prick, He's a cock?" David Falke is not someone who can be fooled casually.

"That's just self-sarcasm..."

David Falk shook his head slightly, "Sorry, Jordan's image is everything to me."

"Ok."

Unexpectedly, Song Ya stretched out his hand, "I understand you David."

"There is a chance to cooperate again in the future."

"There will be."

Saying goodbye to each other in a friendly atmosphere, Song Ya returned to the studio and shrugged to Dile and Al, "Also, don't be half-hearted, just record our own version."

"Yeah." Dile and Al high-five each other, which is just what they want.

It was recorded at 7:30 in the evening, and the big A came over.

"Damn, I forgot that today is Little Lori's farewell party." Song Ya scolded when he returned to the studio.

Little Lori sold the lakeside villa in Chicago, and today he signed the strip bar he often goes to to say goodbye to his friends in Chicago.

Al naturally didn't go, Song Ya and Dile put on their coats and went out, drove one after another with the big A, and rushed over there.

"What kind of shit said goodbye, it's nothing more than finding a reason to party all night, and I'll block some wine for Dilai.

Parked the car in the parking lot outside the bar, Song Ya really didn't want to go in, and the first time he got drunk after crossing it was at this strip bar.

"Don't count on me, as a white man, I will go to sleep later when I get drunk. It will save a lot of trouble."

Dile has prepared a response strategy.

The two got out of the car with a wry smile, and joined the big A and walked to the door, and found a large group of people outside and the flashing light of police lights.

"Hey hey, let go, let go, big A is here! And AAAAAAPLUS!"

Big A led the little brother out of the crowd socially, "What's going on here today..." He saw Tony being forced out of the door by two black police officers back tortured.

"WTH! To..." He didn't call Tony's full name vigilantly, "What's the matter!?" He asked Tony loudly.

"Where is my brother?" Tony called.

"I'm here!" When Song Ya, who was a little behind, saw Tony, he was taken by the police to the police car.

"I'm fine, Pablo has already hired a lawyer, don't worry about me!"

The two police officers wanted to push him into the car, so he stuck his neck and exposed his head to shout to Song Ya.

Song Ya looked at him coldly.

"Don't blame me, it's not the first one I did." After he said this, he was finally pushed into the car by the police officer. The police sirens sounded and drove away.

"Who knows what's going on?" Big A asked the crowd of onlookers.

"It seems that Little Lori had a fight with someone." Someone replied.

"Little Lowry, and the'silencer', was taken away in the car ahead."

"There seems to be something else."

"I don't know, after a while, they took Tony away again."

"APLUS! Is Tony really your brother?"

"Doesn't look alike, he is much whiter than Tony..."

"Little Lori's agent is still inside, go ask him."

The crowd was chattering.

"FXXK!" Song Ya rushed into the bar.

"Hey! Hey! APLUS! Calm down!" Big A pulled him from behind.

The bar was in a mess, and many strippers dressed in coats were lining up to make notes with female police officers.

Song Ya walked into the innermost place where Tony took him last time.

AK was chatting with a white man who looked like a barkeeper, Pablo turned his back to the outside, talking on his cell phone.

"Pablo! What's wrong!?" Song Ya rushed over and shouted at Pablo.

AK stopped him.

"Wait a minute." Pablo covered his phone and turned around, "It's okay, a skirmish, Tony may be a little troublesome, I will solve it."

Song Ya became even more angry, "FXXK! What did I tell you last time!? Don't keep Tony in trouble!"

"It's no use arguing with me right now, I'm dealing with it, OK?" Pablo pointed to the phone, then winked at AK, turned around and continued to make the call.

AK pushed, Big A and Delera, the three took Song Ya to a deck to sit down.

"Should be released on bail early tomorrow morning, let Tony talk to you at that time." AK persuaded.

"AK, who did it first?" Song Ya stared at him.

"Little Lori." AK glanced at the police officer who was making the transcript, and whispered: "Tony is really not impulsive today. He told us your warning to him, this time it was not his fault."

"It's not his fault how was it taken away? And Pablo said he would be in trouble."

"This is a bit complicated. The kid who was beaten was his own. It was just a simple drunk conflict. He didn't call the police. I don't know what good thing called the police..."

AK did not answer positively, and only asked Song Ya to ask Tony by himself tomorrow, "Go back first. You are now a public figure. It is not good for the tabloid reporter to appear here. Pablo has hired the best lawyer. Nothing will happen."

"Take care of Little Lori." Song Ya left a warning and left with Big A and the others. When he walked to the door, he touched Big A with his arm, "Go and ask me the truth."

"Received." Big A and the two younger brothers discussed a meeting and separated into the crowd of onlookers outside.

Song Ya sat back in the car and waited. After half an hour, he waited for the exact news.

"First there was a fight, then the police came. They found a gun under the sofa where Lori and the others were sitting. Then Tony recognized it as his own, that's it." Big A said.

"Such a'something'!?"

Song Ya felt that he was almost mad. Tony recognized that guns belonged to him. In Chicago, where guns are banned, yes, yes, Chicago has been banning guns since the 1980s. It is impossible to get a gun permit for Tony. It is not a small crime to bear.

"Calm down! APLUS..."

Big A is still persuading him, "Tony is Lori's follower, and this is what he should do. Last time he told me that they negotiated a lottery to choose people, and took turns to pay for Lori... Tony got the No. One."

"There's this thing!?" Song Ya really couldn't understand this kind of follower culture.

"Otherwise? They eat Little Lori's and drink Little Lori's..."

The big A pointed to Dile, "Perhaps you should also let Dile and Al draw a lot or something first, and be prepared."

"BULLSHXT! I don't play that set!" Song Ya scolded.