Chicago 1990

"I didn't sleep in the company today, so why should I lower the quality of life because of the people who hacked me."

Song Ya saw Taraji starting to tidy up the office sofa, and said, "If you drive today, there is something old Mike has.

"Okay, wait for me to clean up." Taraji turned to clean up his desk.

"Ok."

Song Ya looked downstairs. There were fewer reporters than during the day, but the OB van was still there, paparazzi gathered in groups to chat, and some people rode motorcycles and brought a lot of hot dogs and coffee, which seemed to be scattered in the short term. not going.

He walked to the recording studio. Dile and the others were surrounding the computer. When they went over, they were not doing business. They were playing games. Al operation, Dile and Andrew and Henry three white people stood behind him and made ideas.

Song Ya knows that they are idle, all song recording work is over, A+ Records really has nothing to do at present, "I have such a bad mood swing, but I didn't even get the first apocalypse song..." He was a little frustrated.

"There are too many reporters. Someone in the building complained to the owner, saying that parking and office work were affected." Dile saw him come in and said.

"It's too miserable to be driven out of the building by the owner at this time, and it will become the laughing stock of Quanmi." Song Ya said.

"That's not enough. The owner has not sent us a formal warning." Dile asked, "Are you going home today?"

"Well, you guys go back too, but don't answer any questions from the reporter."

"Okay." Several people agreed.

Song Ya saw that the games they played were not like the previous kind of villains or airplanes and tanks. "What kind of game is this?"

"Civilization, Sidmeier's civilization." Al stood up, "You play it, I'm not good at this kind of strategy game." He said to Song Ya, "Mawta and I will protect you in the car."

"Strategy? Then give me a copy for me to go home and play. I'm a bit unlucky lately, so I don't even bother to make music and study." Song Ya asked them for some floppy disks and stuffed them in his pocket.

Being guarded by Al and Mavota, they went downstairs, and the reporters immediately surrounded them like wolves seeing their prey.

"APLUS, talk about the disappearance case! What did your bodyguard do to the tramp? Why?"

"APLUS look over here! Has the tramp been killed? Did you order it yourself?"

"Talking about your life can also do APLUS. Did you really only pay a tip of $100 for three days in Las Vegas?"

"Did you and Mira get together during the recording of De Klerk?"

Faced with the strange problems of the reporters, Al was muttering no comment all the way, covering Song Ya into the car, and Taraji immediately accelerated away.

The engine sounded loudly behind, and the lights of all sizes gleamed to keep up.

"A disgusting reporter." Taraji slapped the direction to the right, pushing the motorcyclist who had been fastened to the car window back.

"Ignore them, I am used to it."

At this time, the phone rang, and he answered the phone, "Tomorrow is the time for dancing, are you going?" Fergie asked.

"No, you don't go, just stay at home." Song Ya replied.

"But I have been at home for two days..." Fergie said pitifully.

"Now I can't give the reporter a new rhythm, so just feel wronged. Can someone cook for you?" Song Ya felt a sense of guilt in her heart. This girl was a bit wronged after she followed her. Keep a distance from yourself and pretend to be a normal relationship, and now you still have to stay home to avoid the limelight.

"Dilly's girlfriend will bring food." Fergie replied.

"All right, you should be fine after a few days."

After the call was over, the phone rang again, "APLUS, how is the situation now?" Pablo asked with concern.

"It's not clear yet, uh, I'm in the car and there are many reporters around. Why don't you wait until I get home to talk?"

"Okay, you make this call." Pablo reported an unfamiliar landline number.

Back to the house in Hyde Park, the paparazzi were finally stopped outside the villa and temporarily cleaned.

After comforting the worried Aunt Susie, he returned to the bedroom and sat in front of the landline for more than ten minutes before calling back to Pablo.

"Little Lori asked me to apologize to you on his behalf. He didn't expect that Bitch would speak to the media. We have warned her that it should not cause you any more trouble." Pablo said.

"Thank you, Pablo."

Song Ya asked back: "How about you over there? Has the trouble been resolved?"

"Who knows, our energy is now focused on the new post of Little Lowry. He must not fail at the beginning of Atlantic Records. After a series of negative events, Atlantic Records is very supportive of us and has never given up support." Pablo I don't intend to talk about the troubles on his side, "Have you listened to the first single of his new album?"

"Yeah...very good, RAP GOD RAP GOD..."."Song Ya snorted with a smile.

"Haha, yes, very good, but unfortunately, bad luck, first the news of Cooper and NWA, and then you and Mira. The publicity effect is very unsatisfactory. We can't get the page. The only news is also mentioned. When it comes to your gang relationship, pull in Little Lori."

Pablo’s words were a little weird, and Song Ya immediately took care, "Sorry, I didn't expect things to turn into this."

"It's none of your business, I know, don't care, we are just a little... well, pure luck." Pablo continued, "We have had no luck lately. Has the tramp issue resolved? What if You feel embarrassed, maybe I can provide some help and send someone to talk to his daughter or something."

Song Ya had planned to decline, but changed his mind and said, "I don't need it for the time being? If I can't help it, I will call you."

"Yeah, that's it. We are all a family. It is okay to help each other. When you solve the problem, maybe you can join hands with Lori to play songs or something. You have not appeared in the media together for a long time... Tony too Miss you very much."

Pablo's words made Song Ya's heart cold, "Okay..." After a few words, he hung up the phone.

"If Pablo judges that I really killed Frank, what will he do?"

He put his hand on the microphone, carefully considered this issue, and did not mention anything else. Now the relationship between the two sides is very delicate, competition is greater than cooperation, but they have the same gang background and it is difficult to publicly turn their faces.Little Lori had a shooting case, and he had just gone missing on his back. Pablo shouldn't have talked so much with him, yes!Talking so much has its own problems.

"If Pablo really judged that I killed Frank... it is very likely that he might understand the relationship between Frank and Aunt Susie. Before the mass media had dug out my motive for'killing,' he would have predicted it earlier. I’m a very family-oriented person. Pablo knows that Tony is with him. Tony is older and understands the relationship between Aunt Susie and Frank better than I do. Maybe he missed to disclose it to Pablo. He does not mean that……"

"Perhaps Pablo speculated that I solved Frank's trouble, so he went to find Frank's daughter and lured her into making trouble in public when the media besieged me?"

"What about ability? Ability must be there. Pablo can eat well in South City. He can easily find Frank's house in South City."

"What about the time? Is the time right? It's not right. The media turned its attention to me on a large scale. Yesterday, at four o'clock in the afternoon, Frank's daughter appeared downstairs in my record company. Pablo didn't respond. It will be so fast, unless..."

He thought of the only possibility, "Unless he was eyeing me early, when Frank's daughter started looking for his father, there was a connection between the two sides, but it hadn't been activated yet, and happened to be in a media spree triggered by Mira... …"

He picked up the microphone again, hesitated with his finger on the button, and dialed Goodman's number, "Come to my house, right away."