Chicago 1990

"Hayden, I feel I have to hire a bodyguard, professional, the kind with gun qualification. {щww{suimеng][com}"

Seeing Derry and Snoop Dogg leaving behind, Song Ya deeply understands the nature of the high-risk industry in the rap circle. The brothers hired gunmen to work with each other. Little Lori was shot in the street. This is like playing music with his life. !

He found Hayden for the first time, "Dilai and Al are already well-known, and it is not appropriate to let them be followers."

"I reminded you a long time ago. You can't always expect to pick people from the relationships around you. Which of the African-American friends you know can get the security qualifications? Don't let them carry guns. They will not be able to fight back when they encounter danger. , They themselves are time bombs."

Hayden nagged and picked up his cell phone, "Hollywood has a very professional security company that serves celebrities, and we have had many years of cooperation with William Morris."

He called Donovan, "It's done, when you go to Los Angeles, Donovan will arrange a time for an interview. You can decide whether to hire or not when you are satisfied."

"can."

Song Ya knows that the annual salary of professional bodyguards is not low, but it is not important to live, he is just getting started!"How is the next schedule arranged?" he asked Hayden.

"I will go to Washington tomorrow and donate to Howard University during the day. This is part of the publicity plan, and Senator Underwood will also go. At night, I will go to a business show on a banquet yacht. I will return to Chicago to promote the day after tomorrow. By the way, see Goodman's new Partner, went to Sunnyvale, Silicon Valley on the 11th, had a meeting with Rise and discussed the purchase of the plant and land, went to Los Angeles to meet Mira that night, and went to Compton on the 12th to participate in the Boys’ Premiere Screening." Hayden looked at the schedule: "Well... the premiere is at night, and the bodyguard interview can be arranged during the day."

"Huh, the schedule is really fast." Song Ya sighed.

"This shouldn't be the job of an agent." Hayden complained: "You have to hire an assistant if you don't hire a manager, so that I can get rid of these trivial things."

"It's all about recruiting, it's about spending money." Song Ya had no choice but to appease him.

The next day, Song Ya and Hayden arrived in Washington and walked into the auditorium of Howard University.

This university belongs to the so-called traditional black university. It was used to admit black students in the era of apartheid. After the affirmative movement, Americans were too embarrassed to let such schools change their admission rules. In the higher education law, it was specifically permitted to admit black students. Students are given priority, so 90% of its students are still black, and a counter-discriminatory admissions wall has been erected in a stately manner.

Of course, the quality of the general education of this kind of university is not very good. Howard University is regarded as a general among the dwarfs. There have been many celebrities in the school, such as... the current mayor of New York, the black boss of the Donkey Party, David Dingkins, if not Because of him, Underwood will not come, and Song Ya will not pick this school for donations. Although black stars generally donate money to such traditional black schools when they become rich, it is very important to which school they donate to. Be particular.

"Long ti no see, big star." When they met again, Underwood and Song Ya joked affectionately.

"Hello, Mr. Underwood."

The two were already considered'old friends'. Before the donation ceremony started, the two went to a remote place to chat alone.

"I want to thank you and Claire for your help. In the South African case, it seems that the lady will be acquitted." Song Yaxian thanked him.

Underwood waved his hand casually, "No thanks, isn't Claire busy with these things all day?" He smiled and asked, "Did you live in New York for a long time? I read the news that you are in New York. Bought a house."

"Almost, no way, I have to go there often to record records." Song Ya replied.

"How's the law and order in New York?" Underwood looked around and confirmed that no one nearby heard the conversation between the two. "I mean, do you feel that it is indeed deteriorating like Chicago? "

"Chicago must be deteriorating. As for New York..." As a star, Song Ya has become more and more divorced from life in the city. He can only say what he has seen with his own eyes. "It should be a little worse, next to Times Square. At night there are videotape sellers and Orioles everywhere."

"Dingkins is not having a good life, is it?" Underwood said: "I heard he is under a lot of pressure and re-election is dangerous."

"I don't know about that." Dingkins' term of office will be until 1993, and the re-election campaign is still very early. Who cares except for professional politicians like Underwood.

Underwood groaned and walked a few steps. "Will Lori's case affect you?" he asked suddenly.

"No, the people from fbi came to me once, but Lori and I hadn't communicated much for a long time." To the Federal Representative, Song Ya would not be clever to hide anything.

"That's great, it's a pity for Lori, he used to have a good image." Underwood said.

At this time, the school staff came over to remind that the ceremony was about to begin.

Basically, this kind of activity is similar. There are more people who got the bi membership than the previous one, and the scene is a little bigger. After the school’s high-level speech, Song Ya came on stage and sent a check and donation documents worth 100,000 dollars. The other side held the other corner of the cheque in the other hand, and the two kept exchanging postures, allowing reporters to take pictures.

"Ladies and gentlemen..." Then Song Ya was left at the podium. He took out the prepared speech and read it, as usual, Daniel's theory of integration, "This school is a treasure of African Americans. I am proud that she has cultivated the great African-American female writer Toni Morrison, the first African-American New York Mayor David Dingkins, and the first African-American congressman..."

"I have also done fruitful work for the school for many years..."

"Then I have to thank my old friend in Chicago, Federal Assemblyman Mr. Underwood. The new education bill he is currently participating in drafting will bring more help to traditional African-American universities..."

As a federal congressman from the Chicago constituency, if Underwood had not participated in the new education bill and Song Ya’s donation, it would generally be difficult to attend events on the university campus in Washington.

"Thank you everyone." With warm applause, he accepted a donation document expressing his gratitude from a black female student representative. "The following is from Congressman Underwood..."

"Sixteen years old ah?" At the end of the event, Congressman Underwood squeezed Song Ya's shoulder happily, "Keep working hard and stay away from the gang. You have a bright future."

Song Ya dealt with it humbly.

In the evening, he and Hayden merged with Dile and Al, arrived at the beach dozens of kilometers away, and boarded a yacht moored there.

This is a high-end dinner hosted by a lobbyist group. People who are present are usually political and business celebrities, so rap music is not suitable. His three songs i feel it og, feel it still and trumpet are more suitable for this occasion.

"Aps!?"

As she was preparing to enter the dressing room, a black girl asked boldly at the door.

Al quickly stood at the door and stopped her.

"Are you?" Song Ya didn't know this about twenty-year-old girl with big eyes, round face and heavy makeup, um...the average appearance, not the type she likes.

"We saw it during the day, during your donation ceremony." The girl stood up straight and made a gesture of holding a document.

"Oh!" Song Ya remembered. The girl was the student representative of Howard University who was holding the document to herself.

"Can you?" The girl pointed to the dressing room.

"Let him come in, Al." Song Ya knows that girls who do that kind of work are generally good at school, but she didn't expect to appear on such occasions at night and dress very revealingly, "You are here. What are you doing?" he asked.

"Part-time resident singing and dancing girl, doing everything on this ship, for college tuition." The girl sneaked in happily and stood openly in front of Song Ya, "I'm still a part-time clerk at the Pentagon."

"Wow, then you really worked hard." Song Ya sighed, "Can you handle it?"

"Yeah, no problem."

The girl spoke with a hoarse voice, and smiled very contagiously, "My name is Taraji Hansen, I am glad to meet you aps."