Chicago 1990

The demo tape seems to be on the road with a lot of noise.Sometimes the inspiration for writing a song is only a moment, so most rappers have the habit of recording a few words secretly. Even Song Ya, who has the Apocalypse plug-in, is no exception. He sometimes remembers when he gets bored on transportation. Words or something, after all, words like Empire State of Mind's apocalyptic songs need a lot of adaptations, so save more lyrics to be prepared.

"Ah! My little attendant, how did you mess with it? Dry your tears and get up. This is a hundred dollars... to bring something delicious, no money."

"What do you think?" The FBI agent pressed the stop button.

Song Ya was a little bit dumbfounded. He did help Lori run errands when he was playing before, but he sang it into the song and arranged it more than a year later. It felt... quite subtle, "How did you get this? No demo? Is this little Lori's personal belongings?"

After NAS signed a contract with Sony Columbia Records, they communicated with Pablo, and everyone agreed whether to DISS each other. Of course, how to record the demo is a private matter, as long as it is not made public.

The agent shrugged, saying that he had no comment.

Song Ya and Goodman looked at each other and closed their mouths. No one would take the initiative to explain to the FBI.

The agent continued to play, "Long live the Gangster Disciples (GD)! A bitch dare to be rampant in front of us, without a word, the M-;one one (M1911 a pistol model) on the waist is shown, making the east and west coasts stupid. X knows that this world is more than just lame and blood gang..."

"NAS! Bang! Bragging father! Bang! For the'silencer'!"

At the end of the demo, Lori called his enemies one by one, and used his mouth to imitate the sound of shooting.

The cassette was spinning idly, and the agent turned off the recording.

"Uh..." Song Ya held his forehead, and was helpless by Little Lori's self-assertion spirit. "The FBI won't solve the case based on the lyrics? The rapper can do everything to rhyme, and the gangster raps. What is needed is this kind of tune. In fact, most of the content is bragging."

"But Sean Combs (braggering daddy) was really shot. We think the shooting yesterday was Shawn Combs' revenge. You and Lori..."

"Let's stop here."

Goodman interrupted the other party's inquiry and got up to see off the guest. "This matter has nothing to do with my client."

The two agents looked at Song Ya.

"Sorry." Song Ya also learned from him to stand up and stretch out his hand.

"Okay." The other party shook hands and left his business card. "Be sure to keep the conversation confidential. Call this phone when you want to talk." He left the house.

"call……"

Seeing the two people downstairs driving away, Song Ya sighed, "Do you have any suggestions, Chuck."

"It's none of your business."

Goodman asked, "There is nothing I don't know about you and Lori?"

"No, I have basically no contact with him. I just met at the new home party last time and didn't say a few words in total." Song Ya replied.

"Okay, but the FBI should not be taken lightly if it intervenes. I know you have always been very careful, but you have to be more careful in the future. Now some A-list stars have to deal with an average of five to ten lawsuits a year, alimony, fights, Divorce, extortion from relatives and friends, financial disputes, and the most troublesome side of crime..."

Goodman said: "As you become more and more popular, there will be more and more such things in the future."

"I hired you for this. I'm getting more and more popular, and you earn more and more, right?"

Song Ya took the opportunity to mention: "You don't want to go to court. As my personal lawyer and the legal counsel of my three companies, I don't want to go to Will Gardner again for this kind of thing. His charges It's harder than robbery."

"Uh……"

Goodman didn't prevent Song Ya from turning his face and denying him. He immediately panicked and said flatly, "APLUS, we all came out of poverty together."

"Improve the quality of your service, Chuck." Song Ya pointed to his simple office furnishings, "I am working hard to advance, don't leave it behind."

"Well, I will find a way."

Goodman hurried to save, "Defense lawyer...I have an old friend, Hamlin Howard, who is a very good defense lawyer. I have long been interested in finding him as a partner to serve you together."

"Is it reliable?" Song Ya asked.

"Absolutely reliable." Goodman assured.

"Take him to chat next time." Song Ya nodded.

"Disconnect with Little Lori, don't make a phone call, and Tony is the same, and it's better not to let him live in your house."

About to walk out, Goodman reminded behind him.

Tony regularly returns to Chicago to report to the probation officer. His room has always been in the villa in Hyde Park.

Song Ya paused for a few seconds before nodding and leaving.

Back to the recording studio of A+ Records, today it was rare and deserted. Dile and the others went home for the weekend. Only Mavota was watching TV at the front desk.

"Hey, Marvota, would you take a break today? Didn't you find a girlfriend? So many girls come and go here."

Song Ya chatted casually.

Mavota smiled shyly. He pointed to the TV, which was showing public security news. The parade was over. The hundreds of thousands of excited citizens gathered on the street had not cleared away. Some people started taking advantage of the lack of police force. Sporadic sabotage, they rushed into the store and robbed them and set on a few cars.

"Nancheng's daily life, you will see no surprises in the future."

Song Ya returned to the office and began to process the files classified by Song Asheng. The four companies under his name are operating very well. Needless to say, A+ Records and A+ Copyright and Asset Management Company. Dile expects A+ Audio’s synthetic audio copyright this year. The library revenue will be around $800,000, successfully reversing the trend of decline in revenue when Warren Brothers Synthesizer Co., Ltd. has held the original order, and is currently working hard to open up the market on this basis, and profit is expected.

An autograph was attached to the financial statement of the general manager of A+ Pedal Company. He once again asked Song Ya to buy the land and plant of the factory, claiming that this would not only reduce costs again, but also be a very promising investment.

Song Yamo silently calculated his income. In terms of the four million mortgages and annual taxes and fees for two properties in New York, he just used the rental income of the twelve units of the four-story apartment to fill the hole, and actually spent two million down payments and More than one million renovation costs, and there is not much working capital left. Fortunately, New York City’s authorization fee for the Empire State of Mind plus some commercial performance income is added. Currently, there are nearly two million in the account.

The pen hung on the letter for a long time, "Agree, and entrust Rise to the preliminary negotiation of the plant and land.'He finally wrote a few Chinese characters and put them in the basket to be processed. Song Asheng would regularly collect the documents in it for processing.

Busy until two o'clock in the morning, he slept wildly on the office sofa, and was woken up by Fergie again almost noon.

"It's time to go to dance practice today."

Fergie was riding on him, ticking his trumpet.

Since Fergie knew that the song'trumpet' was Song Ya's inspiration from her, she really liked this trumpet, and it almost became her exclusive toy.

"Oh, today? I forgot all about it. Get off..."

Song Ya smacked her ass, "I haven't washed it yet."

Fergie is different from Mila and Mariah Carey, she doesn't have the temper of Miss Tsundere, "Oh." Obediently got off Song Ya and ran to the recording studio to play.

After a simple wash, Song Ya and her ate the pizza they had sent, and drove to an advanced private dance classroom in the north of the city. The female dancers hired last time are already waiting.

"One da da, two da da..."

In the afternoon, the basic exercises for heavy exercise began.

At the same time, Tony carrying a bag was violently stopped outside his home in Hyde Park.

"Hey! What's the matter with you! This is my house! You won't let me in!?"

Tony was so angry that he rushed towards the door with rugby skills.

"Tony, Sorry, sorry... Don't!"

Dali was pushed back step by step by him, so he could only rely on the door with his back, and kept talking in English words that he could only speak.

"FXXKYOU!"

Tony took the handle of the door, twisted it and didn't turn it away, "Where's your boss? Where's Alex? Alex! APLUS! Can you understand me!?"

"NOT, uh... NO?"

"..." Tony gave up communicating with him, "Mom! Mam!" He went to the window on the first floor and shouted inside.

"Sorry, Tony, find a place to live by yourself!"

Aunt Susie poked her head out of the second-floor window calmly, "Don't bring your troubles with Lori home, Tony."

"Mam! I am your son!"

Tony was so angry that he dropped his bag on the ground and sat down on the doorstep.

After half an hour, his anger faded away, helplessly picked up the bag, and left with one step at a time.