Chicago 1990

"I know, I will look after them." Nas himself and two younger brothers are the biggest instability factor in this trip.

Including Fergie, everyone was excited with their chips.

"Mr. Aplus, there is an old friend upstairs, do you want to meet?" The casino performance manager came over and said.

"Who?" Song Ya asked.

The manager smiled and said: "We want to keep the VIP guests secret, you know in the past, he asked me to call you."

"Little Lori?"

In this kind of place, playing at the VIP level, Song Ya’s acquaintances probably only made it possible for Little Lori. If it were him, he would not go.

"No, but also from Chicago."

"Chicago?"

Song Ya recalled that Quincy Jones was probably the best fit. He was from Chicago and had enough financial resources.

"Ok."

When I bought an American music magazine, Quincy Jones gave himself an idea. Later Hayden asked the editor of the magazine, Shirley Fleming’s disgusting white old woman, to help fix the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences ( naras) membership.Although there is no result yet, it shouldn't be a big problem. Quincy Jones has helped himself. This face is to be sold, "You can lead the way."

Together with Hayden, the manager took him into the VIP exclusive elevator, went all the way up, and finally came to a VIP room.

At the door stood a face-to-face black bodyguard, and when he saw Song Ya, he opened the door.

This is a very large suite. Some black people who look like their attendants are watching TV, "yo, aplus!" They all recognize Song Ya, but Song Ya doesn't know any of them.

"Your hole card is ace? I don't believe it, eh? You fucking don't want to lie to me!"

The voice of Chicago's darling came from inside.

"Jordan?" Song Ya was surprised. He didn't expect this player with such a good personal image to be the VIP of this casino.

"I'll wait for you here." Hayden didn't want to go in.

"Hey, aplus! You came just right." Jordan shouted inside.

Song Ya and a middle-aged white man passed by, "Richard, you are really disappointed!" Jordan shouted to the white man again.

"I don't like playing cards." The white man named Richard replied: "I will wait for you at the golf course tomorrow. Bring the check. Dare to come?"

"Fxxk!" Jordan was not to be outdone, "wait for me to fight your shit."

The two argued, Richard left, "aplus, sit down, I'm leaving you, Richard won't play." Jordan sat behind the green card table, dangling a cigar, like a gangster. "Sit down, kid, don't froze, James, tell him our rules."

"We play...every bet..." A gangster black man at the poker table told Song Ya the rules.

Song Ya thought about it. It was okay to win or lose around 100,000 dollars a night.

"Aplus, is it okay to play this with your income?"

Another black turned his head. He was sitting across from Jordan. Song Ya didn't pay attention to him just now. He turned out to be an NBA star player, Charles Barkley of the 76ers.

"Uh, I have never played cards." Song Ya walked to the empty seat and sat down.

"This kid earns a lot more than us." Jordan seemed to be very addicted to drugs. As he spoke, he knocked on the desk to urge the dealer to deal with the cards, "Come to Las Vegas to sing for a few days and you can reach you for half a year. Believe it or not?."

Charles Barkley looked at Song Ya with envy, jealousy and hatred. "Singer ah? I knew I played music too. I trained to play by plane all year round, and I trained to play by plane... I'm so fucking tired of it!"

"Don't you fucking play, don't you see the cards?"

"Raise..."

The two sang and quarreled,

At twelve o'clock, Hayden came to remind him on time.

"I have a show, I'm leaving soon..." Song Ya lost more than 10,000 yuan. After all, he is a novice, so he should pay the tuition.

"Hey, you are really disappointed!" Jordan scolded, and put the winning chips in front of him in a good mood. Most of Song Ya's lost money went to his hands.

"No way, ask for life." Song Ya shrugged and stood up.

Jordan urged the black man named James: "Call and find another one."

"Michael, how about Nike's short film?" Song Ya took this opportunity to shake his wrist and asked.

"I'm not sure, you can ask David." He was referring to his agent, David Falk.

"Well, then I have a chance to contact again." Song Ya and Hayden left together.

"This kid is good, he will be a good card friend, he will be a good card friend, hahaha..." Jordan's laughter came from behind.

"He bet that nothing will happen, right?" Song Ya asked Hayden in the elevator.

Hayden thought for a while, "Don't worry, an agent like David Falk should know it well."

After this episode, Song Ya concentrated on the performance and ended the performance early in the morning. The next day, he went to the golf course to play a meeting at Jordan's appointment.Unexpectedly, Jordan could even bet on golf. He and the white Richard yesterday seemed to be angry. Song Ya saw that the denominations of the cheques they changed hands were all 100,000 dollars and 100,000 dollars.

In the next two days, Song Ya declined his invitation. If this thing was tainted, there would be no good results, especially the Chinese gambling was actually very heavy. Besides, poker was not as fun as Fergie.

After the trip to Las Vegas, he returned to New York, participated in a variety show, and played a trumpet to Quanmi to match the simultaneous distribution of the single'trumpet'.

On the 6th, during a radio promotion, he once again met Derry and Snoop Dogg who also ran the promotion of nwa.

"Tell him! Derry." Derry pulled Song Ya into a private place, and Snoop Dogg mentioned the old thing again.

Derui was also very careful, "Hey, aplus, what do you think of the shooting of Lori and the New York local singer?"

"I won't say anything, De Rui, I never mix things up with this kind of thing." Song Ya said with great caution.

"The little local character named Bragging Dad is still afraid of Little Lori after all, isn't it?" Derry changed the way of asking, his words represent the judgment of most people who have gang knowledge now.

Bragging Daddy was beaten by Little Lori’s attendant, and then he sent Little Lowry’s attendant to jail, and then Little Lori’s gunner injured the bragging Daddy’s follower’s leg, and Bragging Daddy’s retaliation was only Dare to fire a gun in the sky.

If there is no further action between the two sides, just these few confrontations, it still shows that the bragging father is not emboldened. After all, he is afraid of the gd behind Lori. After all, gd really dares to send gunmen to New York to commit crimes, and it is true. Dare to shoot and wound people.

As a gangster rapper, Little Lori unexpectedly gained a lot of goodwill among men and black men at the bottom of the rice field. Still, they admire the cruel people.

The image of gd has also been'enhanced' in their minds through this incident.

"Gd! They are very strong in Chicago! Little Lori is from gd, and so is aplus. Don't hesitate Derry, we have run out of time." Snoop Dogg was very anxious.

"Okay." Derry took a deep breath, "aplus, whether you admit to your relationship with gd or not, I'll tell the matter clearly, we want to leave nwa, we need powerful people to protect us from the revenge of the big e , We have to force Dae to voluntarily terminate the contract. Our contract has not yet expired."

Song Ya was stunned. It was exactly what Escobe said, nwa is over?Derui is the soul of nwa. He wants to leave. Isn't this going to be finished?

Jordan is a gambler, and Derui is looking for a gunman to deal with his own brother. He is really fucking disillusioned. "Your album won the weekly sales champion not long ago!"

"Bullshxt! What does it have to do with us? Big e doesn't divide money! He hacked our money!" Derry said and got excited, "You may not believe it. I debuted for so many years and produced so How big a song you sell, definitely not as much as you have earned in the past six months!"

"Yeah, fucking." Snoop Dogg cursed from the side.

"How about our a record for you? As long as you help us get the big e, you don't have to do it, just send a gunman to scare him. He used to be a small drug dealer and has no place in the lame." Derry proposed. The condition, "I have prepared a lot of songs for myself and Snoop Dogg. When you come to you, one album per person can be produced in a short time. You can just help make it and wait for the money!"

"Sorry, I really don't want to get involved with this kind of thing, why don't you go find other people in gd, Lao Qiao, Xiao Lori?" Song Ya just quit this kind of gang-related matter, even if there is a chance to recruit Nadri Well-known producers and gangster rap figures, even if it is possible to pick up two albums for a lot of money.The calculation does not mention the crime involved, Song Ya just looks down on this guy just hitting a woman.

"They have enough gang strength, but they can't make music."

Derry said the truth, he looked at Song Ya who was unmoved, "Forget it, it's the same sentence, just as I haven't said these words." The two had nothing to do with him, so they had to say goodbye unwillingly. .

"This kid is so fucking shit..." Snoopy cursed.

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