Chicago 1990

After hanging up the phone, Song Ya called Lao Qiao again.

"Are you back to Chicago? At the record company? Okay, wait for my call at night, about eleven o'clock."

Old Joe said a word and hung up the phone at eleven o’clock... I don’t know what’s going on with Old Joe. What time will I get, but I’m going to participate in the protest early tomorrow morning, according to Michelle. Wandering on the street for a whole day is definitely hard work.And there will be many reporters following the filming all the time. In order to get his image in the news, Song Ya feels that it is necessary to take a nap and cultivate his spirit.

Lie down on the sofa in the corner of the office, but I can’t fall asleep. It’s not because I was entangled with Fergie just now, but because I owed 4 million to the bank. He said he didn’t feel it, but he still felt a little drumming. of.A+ Pedal Company’s one million yuan is easy to handle, and the business can’t survive. It’s a big deal to file for bankruptcy, but if the three million that I feel it coming personal income mortgage is not up, then this song will no longer belong to you, which means it can One less long-term meal ticket for a lifetime...

"Dila..."

He called Dile in, "What are you going to do with the synthetic sound copyright library?"

"According to the original plan."

Dile’s original plan was negotiated by several people before the acquisition of Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company. Because the company’s copyright library is very old and its licensing income is in a state of declining year after year, Dile intends to split the copyright library into two. , Pick out the newer part of the original copyright library and Song Ya’s synthetic sound for A+ audio invented and combined into an A package, which is specially prepared for small companies with low budgets.Then all the copyrights are combined into a complete B package. The number of synthesized sounds in package B is about twice that of package A, but the price is only 20% higher than that of package A. Those big companies that are afraid of copyright troubles and have sufficient budget should do very interested.

"Have a company inquired about it?" Song Ya asked.

"Of course, in addition to the original old customers, many new customers have started to contact me. They have already noticed the new synthetic sound you invented in To De Klerk and I feel it coming, but they didn’t know that there was an A+. Audio companies cannot buy it. Now we have a copyright library with a market share of 5 to 7%. It is difficult for them to get around and just bought it."

"Not bad." Song Ya felt a little more determined.

"Can't you sleep? Would you like to give you my sleeping pills?" Dile saw the blanket on the sofa.

"Forget it, you don't need to take medicine to fall asleep."

Song Yawan refused. He personally felt that the U.S. people's medication habits are very bad. They think that the medicine should be effective immediately after taking it. For example, a sleeping pill, which is more effective if it gradually fails to work, is easy to eat. So it was upgraded to a very domineering variety, and that kind of medicine could not harm the body.

At eleven, Old Joe's car stopped downstairs.

Song Ya got into the back seat and said, "Hey! Boy, did a good job in the late night show." Old Qiao embraced his shoulder affectionately.

"Thank you, where's your extended Lincoln?" Song Ya noticed that the car was a bit glaring. The driver was Carl who almost never appeared outside of Old Joe's music. "Hey, Carl."

Karl looked back and smiled at him.

"That car is very eye-catching, and the space in the back row is too big. The more you sit alone, the lonelier..." Old Joe said.

"Uh...well, won't you participate in the protest tomorrow?" Song Ya asked.

"I'm too lazy to go..."

Old Joe curled his lips, "I have seen a lot."

Song Ya knew that Lao Qiao Records seemed to be in trouble, but he didn't want to ask, nor did the other person want to talk. The two talked about other topics in a tacit understanding.

The car was turning around in Nancheng, "Carl." Old Joe shouted suddenly.

Carl immediately slammed the steering wheel, the car made a ninety-degree turn, got into an alley, then stopped and turned off.

"What's the matter?" Song Ya was severely thrown.

"It's okay." Old Joe carefully observed the outside. "There will be protests tomorrow, and there are a lot of slivers on the road."

Song Ya had a bad feeling in her heart.

After waiting quietly for ten minutes, Old Joe patted Karl on the shoulder, the car restarted, drove on the road, and then went straight to the public housing area.

In the era of the influx of blacks into Chicago, whites built a number of public housing estates in the South City to accommodate them. Most of them were more than a dozen stories high with large internal spaces, but the quality and layout of the buildings were terrible.Gradually, this kind of community that can accommodate tens of thousands of people has become a hotbed of crime. Until now, many gangs still keep their nests inside. Because of the large number of residents, the large area and the complicated internal environment, they are most suitable for avoiding pursuit.

"Old Qiao, has something happened?" Song Ya asked cautiously.

"What can I do, Mr. Kenneth wants to see you." Old Joe replied.

The car slowly slid to a stop outside a building. The public facilities here have been in disrepair for a long time. The street lights are basically broken. The dark corridor gates are like monsters. Song Ya doesn’t know why Kenneth asked Old Joe to take him. When I brought this, I was a little panicked, and I was even more embarrassed to see this scene.

"Joe?" A voice came out in the corridor.

"Yeah!" Old Joe pushed the door open and said, "You follow him."

"Aren't you together?" Song Ya asked.

"I am here waiting for you."

"Ok."

Song Ya got off the car and walked into the door. Only then did he see a black man next to the elevator door, "with arms open." After the other party searched, he led him into the elevator and pressed the button on the eighth floor.

The man said nothing, Song Ya didn't know what to say.

The old elevator made an unpleasant creak, and the man wore the flower headband of the Hell Bobcat on his head, and his clothes were ordinary. The two arrived at the place in silence, and the elevator door opened.

'Boom!'A muffled noise came from outside, and Song Ya was startled.

"Hey! Don't mess around at night!"

The man scolded, Song Ya discovered that it was just two bear kids wearing baseball gloves in the corridor playing catching balls...

Follow the other party into the corridor, the lights inside are dim and dilapidated, the walls are covered with graffiti, and the air is full of deep fried food.

The man kept greeting the residents in the building, walked to a stairway, and led Song Ya to climb another floor. The ninth floor was very unusual. Several gang members were guarding the stairway, holding the model in their hands. Song Ya didn't study the different spears, only saw that they even had AKs.

The two went through a similar post again and entered Kenneth’s room, which was decorated with a western style of “local tyrant”, baroque-style wooden furniture, and some unknown oil paintings on the walls and various Animal horns.

"Big star, long time no see." Kenneth stood behind the boss's table and opened his arms at him. The front of the table is still covered with tiger skin...

"Hey." Song Ya went to hug him.

Kenneth took out a knife from his arms...

Song Ya felt a little in his heart.

He misunderstood, the other party took out a cigar from the humidor, cut it neatly with a knife, and threw it over.

Song Ya hurriedly caught.

Then Kenneth picked up a silver pistol and pulled the trigger...

A blue flame came out of the muzzle...

Well, Song Ya also doesn't know whether the other party acts in this style on weekdays, or is deliberately scaring him...

Pecked the cigar at the'muzzle', "I have nothing else to ask you about the stormtrooper that day." Kenneth said.

"how?"

"The stormtrooper took off one of GD's sales points and went to your place, right?"

It turned out that the other party was for this, the point of sale was blocked, and he was unscathed in the hands of the stormtrooper, which may have misunderstood them.

Song Ya's mind turned rapidly. He didn't want to tell the gang leader before him about his connection with the Cook County State Attorney. He had to make up a reason, "I have a personal grudge with the captain of the stormtrooper."

"Vick?"

"Yes."

"Because of what?"

"Uh... I was in the same school with his daughter, and then..."

"You fucked his daughter?"

"No no, I rejected her."

"Hahaha!" Kenneth patted Song Ya on the shoulder and laughed, "You kid!"