Chicago 1990

"There's nothing wrong with saving money, but you, Lori..."

Old Qiao intervened, "It's time to learn aps for financial management. I'm very busy recently. I don't have time to run business shows with you. Your new orders are not selling well."

"You don't need to worry about my business!" Little Lori waved his hand impatiently.

Old Qiao's face sank.

"You fucking sit back for me!"

Pablo sternly stopped Little Lori, "Uh, Joe, the sales situation of Little Lori's new single is still unclear while the list is playing." He heard the implicit meaning in Old Joe's words and changed quite a bit. The sincere tone of voice persuades: "You know, our commercial performance can't be without you. There is nothing wrong with making money together. The second-hand store's song has only been hot for the past two years. Even if you want to go to the hole in the future, others will not be happy. Please us."

"Nonono is okay. I sing those choruses every time I go on stage. I am also bored. Little Lowry has new songs coming out. It is not good to always let him perform old songs." Old Joe waved his hand and refused again very skillfully. .

Song Ya leaned her body back against the wall. Old Qiao just pulled the topic away for herself. Indeed, such a loud quarrel could not be passed into the ears of the gang members outside. Little Lori treated his brother's bold and generous personality. Will be welcomed by them, and there is no advantage in arguing about this topic.

Since the last time Lorry and Old Joe broke up in peace, the relationship between the two parties was not good, but no one had trouble with the money. They re-signed a performing arts company, and they would still come on stage to cooperate when there are business opportunities.In Little Lori’s first album, commercial customers recognized a song from a second-hand store. At that time, in order to win over Old Joe, Daniel made him the same lead singer as Lori, so Lori couldn’t get rid of it. Old Qiao does it alone. Once Qiao stops taking part in the walk, his income will drop a lot.

Seeing that Pablo tried to persuade Old Joe a few words to no avail, he could probably guess that Old Joe was favoring Song Ya, his eyes turned cold, and he looked back at Song Ya, "aps, do you still want to expand the lyrics? "

"I won't, but I can't control what the reporter said..." Song Ya casually responded.

"You really want to expand!" Pablo's eyes darkened.

Song Ya has taught him this series several times. When there was a conflict over the copyright of second-hand store lyrics, he almost persuaded him to look at him, but now...

Song Ya is no longer comparable to the old man, and screams at the boss, "I said I didn't mean it, listen to the boss."

Compared with the last time he came to the verdict, he was impatiently thrown away by the question of whether he should cooperate with a major record company. Today's Kenneth boss has a much clearer judgment, "Pablo, it's you Did you do it first? Deal with your own people?" He stared at Pablo.

"Uh……"

Pablo didn't answer immediately. He stretched out his hand to stroke his big Latin-style head, took the opportunity to lower his head, avoiding Kenneth's gaze, and a few seconds later, he took a deep breath, "I didn't..."

"Wait!" Big Kenneth stopped him suddenly, got up, walked to the door, opened the door, put his finger to his mouth, and blew a whistle.

"Did the white man find it? What's that called..." He asked the people outside: "Ke...Ke what?" Unable to remember the name for a while, he looked back at Song Ya.

"Milkovic." Song Ya replied.

"Yes, Mirkovic."

"Yeah, we took him to the public housing, do we want to move here?" the man replied.

"Do you want it?" Big Kenneth asked Pablo.

"Okay, okay, I think it was done by me." Pablo raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender, "but it's not about Little Lori, aps, you can take revenge on me. , But don’t involve him." He raised his head to look at Song Ya, and the two of them met. When he first entered the door, his aggressiveness disappeared, but he did not see any frustration or apologies. He walked his own way blankly.

"Forget it, leave the white man as a memorial..." The big man waved his hand outside, closed the door, and returned to his seat.

"Pablo, how can you do this?"

The quarrel between Song Ya and Lori just now made Tony very embarrassed. After he sat back, he buried his head and said nothing. Hearing Pablo's words, he looked up in disbelief, his face full of anger, "aps It's my brother!"

"Sorry, Tony, everything is for business." Pablo kept calm, "He got in our way..."

"Tf!" Tony finally reacted, "So in the newspaper...oh, my God!" He held his head and suddenly realized, "I said how the reporters knew that Alex was staying in a three-star hotel to save money. There is also the case of renting an apartment in Chicago. It turns out that you sold out my usual small talk to them."

Pablo did not answer.

"Do you usually talk to them about this?" Song Ya was a little speechless, never expected that this material was exploded by his brother.

"I...I..." Tony got up and walked over to hug him. "I'm just...that's...sometimes I’m bored in the car and need someone to find a joke, you know, I’m really sorry Alex, neither Knowing it will become what it is now."

He sniffed guiltily, tears streaming out, "I also told them about the relationship between Mom and Frank..."

"..."

What can Song Ya say?He had guessed it a long time ago. It wasn't how Pablo would go and get Frank's daughter, as Tony said, that girl didn't even report the case at the time!I had to pat Tony on the back, "It's okay, Tony, it's all over, I know you accidentally talked about this."

"But, I only told Lori about this." Tony wiped away tears indiscriminately and looked back at Lori.

Little Lori has been empty-faced since Pablo recognized it, and then becomes irritable again when he hears this, "fxxkou Tony! Do you doubt me? Can't I just joke and talk to others?"

"I warn you for the second time, don't talk to my brother like this!" Song Ya yelled at him.

"Don't be like Alex..." Tony was not sure again. "But Lowry, who I told you not to tell others..."

Song Ya looked coldly at Tony next to him, and he really complied with the old Chinese saying "eating people with short mouths". He usually has no face or skin to mix with people and things. After more than a year of attendant work, He didn't dare to speak loudly to Little Lori anymore, cowering, is he really a brother?Maybe even Tony doesn't believe it.

"Yeah, do you want to teach me how to do things? Don't cry like a damn woman..." Little Lori squeezed her throat and learned to talk to a girl, "Hey, I have a little secret, you can't tell anyone. "After he finished studying, he touched the ak beside him with his elbow and laughed.

No one laughed with him, ak lowered his head and coughed twice, motioning him to look at Big Kenneth.

'Click'

With a crisp mechanical sound, Kenneth stood up with a blank expression on his face. I don’t know when there was a silver pistol in his hand. This time it’s a real guy and not a lighter toy. It has been loaded, and he step by step. Swinging in front of Little Lori, he lifted his belt, "I..."

He tilted his head and thought about the words for a long time, and pressed the hand that didn't hold the gun to his chest, "Am I a bit outdated?" He turned to the crowd.

"Kenneth, it's none of his business..."

Pablo stood up anxiously, "It's really none of his business. I only told him after sending someone to find the girl, so that he was ready to accept the facts."

"Pablo, don't think of me as a fool-fxxk!" Kenneth pressed the muzzle against Lori's front teeth, "open your mouth..."

"I..." Little Lori just made a sound and the muzzle pierced into his mouth. He opened his eyes in horror, and stared down at the trigger behind the silver barrel.

Kenneth stared at him and silently pulled off the insurance.

The big man's eyes were scary enough to completely ignore life. Little Lori closed his eyes and shook his head desperately, tears soaring, and unexplained whimpers in his throat.

"It's not like this Kenneth! Don't scare him!" Pablo yelled, "Even if he participates from the beginning, he won't get shot! It's useful to keep him! He has transformed into a gangster rapper, you know, How much fresh blood did the lame singers like Na recruit for the lame help, those children, those children outside, because the singers making gang gestures sang "I have guns and women, and everyone on the street is afraid of me, I Are there few people who can get the best lyrics to attract gangs? With the current situation in Nancheng, can you still think that there are too many people?"

He pointed to Song Ya, "What use is this kind of singer who desperately collects money, desperately climbs to the upper class, and desperately to separate us from us!? Will he gesture to the audience than gd's gang during live performances? Will he appear in v with a bunch of flower headscarves? Will he honestly tell you the deal he made with the stormtroopers?!"

"The Stormtrooper? What deal?" Kenneth asked.

"It's not for a white girl anyway." Pablo said, "He is now a client of Peter Flock's wife law firm! Maybe he will cooperate with the police at any time to sell us!"

"You really broke the bottom line again and again, Pablo! I did it to save Tony, and for whom did Tony file the lawsuit?" Song Ya didn't expect Pablo to even talk about this matter. I didn't show it together.

"Peter Flock? The prosecutor?" Kenneth looked at Song Ya.

"I've said it all, I was to prevent Tony from going to jail..." Song Ya quickly explained.

"But you didn't say that to me at the time." Kenneth pointed to Song Ya. Last time Song Ya used him as an excuse to dump the white boy, who was Vic McGee's daughter Cathy.

"Boom!"

He suddenly bent down and yelled into Little Lori's ear.

Little Lori made a cat-like high-pitched voice, and then he collapsed on the sofa, his upper body soaked with sweat.

"Hahaha... I hate someone to talk like a woman in front of me."

Kenneth smiled abnormally, took the gun back, put the insurance neatly on it, and tucked it back to his waist.

Little Lori's mouth came out with blood, coughed a few broken teeth.

"Do you know? I'm bored again..."

Kenneth packed up and walked to the door, turned back and said to the two groups of people: "I will speak out and take back the guarantee from gd. You, two big singers, and you Pablo, oh yes, there is You old Morgan, don't say that you are a gd person in the future."

He pulled a finger at the corner of his mouth, "Also, if I find someone looking for me to go down to New York or some other place to be a gunman, no matter if he has paid enough money...I will definitely kill him!"

The big man left like a gust of wind, Pablo and ak quickly helped Lori up and left under the protection of several new attendants.

"Ali, I'll follow the past to see first, and then come back to find you." Tony said to Song Ya.

"It's up to you." Song Ya shrugged.

Still Al said: "Wow, do you want to follow it? It's all about -fxxk today."

"Always make it clear." Tony smiled at him. "By the way, was it convenient for you that night? I'll stay for a few days."

"You come here anytime, you know the address." Al smiled, and he lived in the apartment previously rented by Song Ya's family.

"Then I'm going." Tony seemed to look away indeed, fisted a few people, and chased Pablo and the others.

"Old Joe, thank you today." Song Ya and Old Joe hugged.

"The boss didn't do anything, didn't favor any side, this is good news for you." Old Joe kindly reminded.

Song Ya smiled bitterly, "I know, I only worry about Little Lori going crazy now."

"Hey, bo! Do you have any problems?" Old Qiao gently gave him a mouth, "You have more money than him, and more people than him. No matter how strong you are, he should be worried about you. Correct!"

"I know I know."

Song Ya took the three of them to bid farewell to Old Qiao, and the music of the empty Qiao was very quiet. "Why don't you allow him to come home when Tony said he wants to live in my house?" Al asked.

"Let him live with you first..."

Song Ya is really afraid of this brother. This time he must be tested and tested, otherwise he will be too easy to be bad. "Marvota, are you not scared today? I think your face is a bit bad." He changed the topic. Transfer away.

"My face has always been like this..."

Mavota smiled honestly and walked to the door of Old Joe Music. Karl opened the iron door and returned Old Mike's gun and knife.

"You guys wait." Old Mike took a gun and poked his head a few times before going out.

El and Mavota protected Song Ya and rushed out the door, got into the car, and Mavota drove.

"As for this? Little Lori won't be so crazy, right?" Al asked.

"He transformed into gangster rap, he is 10,000 times harder than me without gd, and I don't plan to let him go." Song Ya said, "You also heard what Old Joe said. I have no reason to be afraid of him. That is ridiculous."

Drive all the way back to Hyde Park, "You go up first, I will chat with Old Mike." Song Ya waited for Al and Marvota to leave, and was still sitting in the car with Old Mike.

"Does that matter go according to plan?" Song Ya asked.

"You are the boss, you have the final say." Old Mike replied.

"I'm the boss, but I don't have experience with you. You can decide for me. You do the job anyway."

"I hate that little Lori, did you notice the way he looked at you when he left? He is definitely not a sane person. I have experience with this kind of person. You must behave more ruthlessly than him."

"Ok, I understand, do a better job." Song Ya got out of the car.

At three o'clock in the morning, Little Lori came out of a dentist's office. Across the street, from the window of a cheap second-hand car, a revolver with only a sawed barrel protruded. Zhengxin first followed with nothing. Little Lori moved for a while, and then suddenly raised, "Boring, boring, boring, boring!'Six bullets were vented in one breath, and then started screaming. The tires rubbed against the ground and a large amount of smoke was formed, which quickly disappeared into the night of Chicago.