Chicago 1990

The girl was less than 1.6 meters tall, and Song Ya lowered his head and saw only a blond hair. He just raised his arm, but the girl flexibly pulled his clothes and moved around behind him.

"Little bitch!"

The younger brother A chased him up, reaching out to pull the girl, "Hey! What are you doing!" Dile pushed him away, "Big A! What's going on!?"

"Can't you see? I was beaten by her!" Big A stepped forward and pointed to his bleeding nose, "Go after the other one!" He ordered the younger brother.

Another dark-haired girl had fled down the stairs, and the two younger brothers chased them down.

"Sexer!" The girl cursed at Big A, showing her head from under Song Ya's armpit.

"I knew it." Dilei had long been full of opinions about Big A. The girl's scolding made him completely angry. He rushed to Big A and grabbed the other's collar. "I told you. How many times! How many times, huh? You fucking take care of your crotch, OK?"

"FXXX!"

In addition to being fatter, Big A can't run fast, but he has more strength than Dilei. He moved his arms up a square, easily pushed his hand away, and pushed him back a few steps back, "Fuck your mother white guy! Don't look. I have already taught you a lesson for the sake of APLUS."

"Calm down!" Song Ya yelled at Dila, who was about to fight with Big A, "What the hell is going on with Big A? Big A! I told you, don't harass the girl who came to the studio, remember?!"

"This little bitch..."

"I just talked to her, and I didn't want to do anything... Look!" Big A took away the unknowing thing stuffed in his nostrils, and a column of blood soared out. The amount was very large, and the bridge of the nose seemed to be crooked. , Big A pointed at the girl behind Song Ya, "I picked up the ashtray and smashed it, and I was embarrassed."

"Deserve it!" The girl hid behind Song Ya with no fear.

"You little bitch." Big A rushed up again, and Al pushed him back.

A few people froze for a while. On the fourth floor, not only he and the tenants of Big A, but also employees from other companies came to probe their heads here.

Footsteps sounded in the corridor, and the black-haired girl who had just escaped came back, and the two younger brothers of Big A followed her.

"Let's go in and talk." Song Ya intends to solve the matter completely today, just in time, when Mavota comes, let him watch the big A name is right.

"Don't go!"

The girl let go of her hand holding Song Ya’s clothes and pointed at the two older brothers behind the black-haired girl and shouted, “I’m going to sue you for sexual harassment and illegal imprisonment! Waiting for the court’s summons, I’ll find a reporter. Let them expose your hypocritical face! Big star APLUS!" She turned her head again and shouted at several other company employees who were watching the excitement: "You are going to testify for me in court!"

"You..." Big A still wanted to scold him, watching two white young men leaning over there, "Hey! It's okay, I'll make a joke with them!" Hurrying to stuff things back into his nostrils and change his smiling faces. .

"Miss, do you need help?" the white young man asked the blond girl.

"Of course." The girl put her hands around her chest, making the mountains more magnificent, glancing at Song Ya triumphantly.

Song Ya recognized her, Fergie, the girl who saw her profile in her resume last time. She came to her company somehow. She wore a polka dot shirt and a red jacket. She was indeed very similar to Cathy. Cassidy is short, has a more voluptuous body and face, but she is not a fat girl.

He remembered that the girl seemed to be only a few months older than himself. Seeing that the two of them were about to go back to the company and call the police, they felt that things were going a little bit badly, so they simply took the initiative and said, "Al, call 911."

Al took Song Ya's cell phone from his bag and began to dial.

"Uh……"

The big A fainted, and he leaned into Song Ya's ear and said, "APLUS...Buddy...Don't do this, let's use other methods to settle the matter?

"What do you want me to do!?"

Song Ya took advantage of people not paying attention,

"Just know." Fergie pulled the dark-haired girl to her side, "My companion, Renee."

"Hi, APLUS." Renee is also white, but her appearance is average. At this time, she still has the heart to raise her hand to say hello to Song Ya.

"Hey, 911? I'm..." The call went through and Al began to report his address.

"Al..." Big A was almost crying.

Al ignored him and continued talking.

"You are still young. Don't run around in unfamiliar places." Song Ya said, "My company is in 401A. Look at it clearly. A+ Records and A+ Audio are all my business. This person is a tenant of 401. , Big A radio station, his company has nothing to do with me, wait for the police officer to come, don’t talk nonsense, be careful I sue you for libel."

"They are out of the police." Al hung up the phone.

"We are tired of logging APLUS." Big A gritted his teeth.

"You can solve it yourself! Al, Dile, let's go back." Song Ya walked to the door of the company and took out the key. "Huh!" He sneered, "California sixteen-year-old white child star and Chicago radio black DJ , Tusk, I can guess what the tabloid will write later."

"Emmmm..." Fergie was very clever, and when she heard this, her big eyes started to spin.

The three walked into the company, and Song Ya closed the door backhand.

"Will it be a bit of a big game?" Al asked, "I have no friends with Big A now."

"Just right." Dile walked into the control room and dropped the bag on the sofa.

"She won't be smart enough," Song Ya said.

Big A is very important to Song Ya. He still cannot bypass the DJ network of Chicago and Detroit, which is organized by Big A, but it is a matter of his reputation, especially in the late night show with David Letterman. When this has gained a lot of prestige, you must not fall into this kind of shit.

He returned to the office, sat down at the boss’s desk, and looked up Fergie’s personal information from the drawer. He remembered that the agent’s business card was attached to the front of his resume, but he couldn’t find it. The time when he brought the stormtroopers, he turned the office too messy, and later he didn't bother to return to the original state, and threw away a lot of resumes and debris.

After a while, the sirens sounded downstairs and someone knocked on the door outside.

"Who?" Al asked.

"Me, big A..." Big A's pitiful voice came in.

"Sorry, the boss won't let you open the door. Will you wait until the police officer finishes handling the matter?" Al said through the door.

"I was wronged, I didn't even touch my hand." Big A wailed.

Song Ya looked downstairs. Two police officers, a man and a woman, got out of the car and walked into the building.

After half an hour, the police officer left without taking anyone away.

The door was knocked again. Fergie and Renee stood outside the door. A middle-aged white man smiled and said to Al: "Hello, I'm looking for APLUS. I'm their agent. Can I go in and talk?" "

Al called Song Ya from the office.

When Song Ya walked out the door, Big A showed half of his head out of door 401 with lingering fears, and observed the situation here.

"come in."

He let the three of them into the office.

"What happened just now is a misunderstanding. They have already explained to the police officer that I am their temporary agent in Chicago." The other party introduced himself.

Fergie and Renee looked around in the office curiously, and both of them finally turned their eyes to the prominent position in the corner of honor. I feel it coming platinum record certification, and eagerly leaned forward and looked at the row below. Line fine print.

"Temporary?" Song Ya asked.

"Yes."

After the other party’s introduction, Song Ya understood that, unlike the personal service of Hayden on his debut, many small singers and actors are just one of dozens of clients of the agent. The agent naturally does not accompany them in the country. People are rushing around looking for opportunities. At this time, they usually transfer customers to their local broker friends, who will act as temporary agents for business.

"Isn't Fergie the leading actor of Children's Company?" Song Ya asked.

"It's just a small TV show, and Fergie is getting older, she..."

The temporary agent pointed to Fergie's well-developed figure, "It's no longer suitable to play with children."

"She beat the big A hard enough." Song Ya said.

"Hey, girls in the transition period are like this, and it's the rebellious period again..."

The temporary agent said something nice: "But she is very smart, and it hurts her more if this kind of thing is in the newspaper, so she sent the police officer away and called me again. She also felt that she was offended to you just now. I'm sorry, Fergie..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. APLUS." Fergie became well-behaved at this time, she apologized softly to Song Ya, and deliberately raised her chest.

"So... you were here to find me, right?" Song Ya asked knowingly.

"Yes, I thought you were not in Chicago, so I didn't come here. They had to come and have a look." The interim agent said: "They formed a group NRG, but there is no record company in California willing to sign. Now they are running around the country looking for it. Opportunity, there was a girl who could not bear the hardship and quit in the middle, only the two of them were left..."

"You have seen my record company." Song Ya shrugged, got up and stretched out her hand, "This is my personal record company. At present, I don't have the energy and resources to sign other singers."

When the two girls heard this, they looked at each other and both bowed their heads in disappointment.

"I know, thank you anyway."

This kind of small agent was very acquainted. He shook hands with Song Ya and said something, then left two business cards, and then led the two girls to leave.

After a while, Big A also came in, "Yo! APLUS my brother, the last sentence before you just walked in was really powerful, the girl reacted quickly, she was more afraid of being reported than I...haha!"

"Big A." Song Ya looked at him coldly, "You are not allowed to harass the girls who come to our company in the future."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I won't." Big A raised his hands.

Waiting for him to leave, Song Ya dialed Hayden's number, "I'll give you the number of an agent... Yes, it's from California... I want you to buy a girl's agent appointment from him, called Fergie. ...Yes, do it beautifully, don't make the other person alert, as long as she is the one, take her back to the company, uh... before you come, take her for an individual check."