Chicago 1990

Fergie is naturally keen on the release of this song. She didn’t know how many times she had quarreled with Song Ya and asked how many times, “Sister Dana! Come to Chicago! My single is on the 15th. It's about to be sent! The company has a contract that needs your signature!"

She threw away the phone, happily jumping on the sofa as a spring cushion, and suddenly rushed to Song Ya's back, holding him around his neck and refused to come down.

"Okay, okay, how come you are like a seven-year-old kid, you are half a year older than me."

The girl is less than 1.6 meters tall, and Song Ya is very relaxed, "Jimmy, you are starting to work now, take care of her for me. What are you up to lately?"

He said to the young agent who was still relatively young in front of him.

"No problem, Mr. APLUS."

Jimmy Goodman replied somewhat cautiously: "I helped Chuck's law firm when I was fine."

"Well, don't go to your brother's law firm, just concentrate on Fergie's side."

"I know."

Before Fergie's guardian sister arrives in Chicago to formally sign, some hype will begin. Time is tight. The Bulls' home court is a very suitable place to show affection.

Yeremov hired a photographer who was good at capturing photos. He would take pictures of the two people beautifully on the street, and then provide them to public relations media as "paparazzi broke the news".

Before the start of the game, they dressed up carefully. There are many couple elements in their clothes and they pretended to visit the shops in the arena casually. In fact, both of them are protected by old Mike mufflers and others, Yeremov and Ta. Raj is also not far away.

"This is it?" The two walked to the best photography background that Yeremov had reminded. Outside the window of a small boutique, Song Ya calmly squeezed the soft flesh of the girl in his arms, Fergie He stood on tiptoe and raised his head to kiss.

Song Ya bowed his head and kissed him. The two changed from hugging to hugging. After the end, they looked at each other affectionately for ten seconds.

The photographer pressed the shutter frantically. In order to get a better photo effect, he even zoomed in to a place less than three meters away from the two of them. Of course, when these photos appeared on newspaper TV, they would all be marked as paparazzi street shots.

After Yeremov raised his thumb from a distance, the two moved to the next photo spot.

The same is true on the side of the court, Song Ya’s hands rested on Fergie’s shoulders from beginning to end, Fergie also leaned her head on Song Ya’s shoulders from beginning to end, and the two of them kissed sweetly and watched the game. Is not important.

Yeremov was very efficient. The local Chicago tabloid published a gossip article in the early morning of the next morning, "AMA was a prize, and APLUS was in a good mood. He brought his girlfriend Fergie to show off his love while watching the bull game. The scene was super sweet!'

Two pictures, one is in front of the boutique's window. Fergie is looking up, standing on one foot, one foot is slightly off the ground and hooked back, the lips of the two are in a state of untouched, the atmosphere Very romantic.On the other hand, there was a kiss between two people on the sidelines. A little boy in the back row widened his eyes and was staring at them. The foreground is the big number 23 on the back of Jordan's jersey. The composition of the picture is perfect and the scene can also be used. It's a knowing smile.

"There are many gossip newspapers and news that have put forward reprinting requirements, and with our public relations, this news appears in major cities across the country is not a big problem." Yeremov said: "The recent street shooting, we must continue. Accumulate material."

"Well, tomorrow is the gate of the school, right?" Song Ya asked. Fergie is now curled up on the sofa like a puppy, with her head resting on his lap, "Remind the photographer, don’t show up in the picture. The name of the school, don’t show the clear face of the classmate."

"Don't worry, I've been in this business for so many years, I won't go wrong." Yeremov boasted.

"Yeah." Song Ya was very satisfied. He picked up the "barbarian at the door" and looked at it. This is a book about Wall Street company mergers and acquisitions. It is basically based on real cases and has been selling very hot recently.

"APLUS." Al, who gradually had his own circle of life, appeared at the door.

"What's the matter?" Song Ya walked out.

"There seems to be something wrong with Old Joe, do you want to see it?" Al said.

"Old Joe?" Song Ya just remembered. He thanked Old Joe when he won the AMA award, but Old Joe has neither called himself or heard any news these days, "What's the matter?" he asked.

"It's not the combination of the four aunts. Old Qiao helped them record their records until now, and finally had to issue the first order. As a result, one of them was caught speeding, and the police officer found the leaf in her car. He has just been released on bail. Come out." Al said, "Eric, the tuner of Old Joe Records, said that Old Joe seemed to be so angry that he locked himself in the office and could not come out."

"Autistic?" Song Ya was amused when he thought of the four aunts and Old Qiao. "Did Old Qiao ever confess to asking me for help?"

"No, just Eric told me privately. But Eric has always been very tight-lipped. Old Joe should have thoughts about this, maybe he is embarrassed to take the initiative to speak to you." Al guessed.

"Emmmm... Then, let's go and see him. Call Tony and the silencer, and we will go there together."

Song Ya was still grateful to Lao Qiao. He also took good care of himself when making a second-hand store. Later, he looked at his creative ability and offered to solicit, but after expressing that he had no intention of joining Lao Qiao Records, he burned the prepared contract in person. I gave myself all the equipment eliminated from Old Joe Records.Before the meeting with Big E in Los Angeles, he also specially reminded himself of the historical grievances between the Chinese and the lame. During the conflict between himself and Little Lori, he was always helping to pull sideways, and this guy almost never Come to ask for their own songs and ask for help. He is a rare authentic person in Nancheng.

Two years later, after seeing many bad things in the recording industry because of profitability, he now feels that he is very lucky to meet Old Joe when he first debuted.

"Row."

Al went to call people, shared two cars, and drove to Old Joe Records together.

"Hey! Carl!" Arriving at the door of Old Qiao Records, everyone looked up at the neon sign. Compared with the booming A+ record, the appearance here has not changed much from when I first came, although it was used by Old Qiao inside. The income earned by the shop has been significantly renovated.

Tony started, everyone greeted Karl enthusiastically and entered the second floor.

Eric and the four aunts were in the recording studio, but they didn't notice that his group of people walked by the door, there was a lot of noise inside.

"I have to kick out the combination this time! You can do nothing but cause trouble, I do what I say! M-FXXK!"

"You old bitch, stop making trouble, listen to your own voice, can you still sing up? Hide the high notes every time!"

The aunts screamed at each other with swear words at the beginning of the F, and they were arguing very hard.

"Hey, old Joe!"

Song Ya walked into Lao Qiao's office. The other party was sleeping on the sofa with an ice bag on his forehead.

"Hey, APLUS." Old Joe got up and fisted with everyone, "Tony, Al, hey, silencer, you are all out of prison? So fast!"

"So, now you are both mixed with APLUS, right?" Old Joe asked Tony and the silencer.

"Yeah," the silencer replied.

"Is everything wrong, right?" Old Qiao walked to the boss's table and sat down with a very tired voice.

"Are you okay here? I thanked you specially when I won the AMA. Did you watch TV?" Song Ya asked.

"I saw it, it's rare that you can still think of me APLUS, I have a headache now, my head hurts."

Old Qiao complained: "I just released people on bail last night, and the TANK (singing group consisting of the first letters of the four aunts' names) will soon be released, but it’s not going well."

"TANK..." Song Ya thought of the weight of the four aunts. This name was really correct.

"Old Joe, you shouldn't hold them so hard, their level now can't even handle the chords of some big scenes." Al said straightforwardly.

"Oh, what can I do about the debt I owed when I was young, and now I don't regret taking the medicine." Old Qiao sighed, his whole person is sluggish now.

Song Ya heard that in the 1970s, the four aunts were singing backing to a well-known actress. Their small days were very moist. When Lao Qiao was preparing for the record company, he not only coaxed them to bed, but also made an excuse for the four. An aunt who released an album cheated them of their huge savings and came back to open their own Lao Qiao record company, which led to the dissolution of the aunt’s infighting, and the days after that were very hard...

After making a fortune from a second-hand store, Old Qiao found out with conscience that he brought back the four aunts, and it turned out to be like this.

"Can I listen to that album?" Song Ya took the initiative.

"You can give me some advice, I still have some time to revise it." Old Joe pointed to the phonograph, the album is on it, Tony went to set the stylus and turned on the phonograph.

"Uh... the style is very jazzy." The style is too old, with a strong taste of the 1950s and 1960s, with some rhythm and blues and jazz funk elements, just as outdated. "You made this on purpose. Does it feel retro? Old Qiao." Song Ya asked, "Which company did you find in charge of the distribution? What are their opinions?"

"The songs I received are just like this. It's a long time ago. I just want to fulfill a wish. This time I don't find a big company to release it. I will do everything by myself, just like the early days of second-hand stores."

Old Qiao was able to axis himself. Song Ya tried a few more words, but he didn't ask himself to help.

"Well, old Joe, I have a song here."

Song Ya left SaaMagni's score to him. The words were not changed from the original Bambara language to English. Song Ya tried to fill in all of them. This is the first time he has changed the Apocalypse song so drastically. If it suits them, let them try."

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