Chicago 1990

"Can this scare Johnson?" Taraji finished the matter and asked when he returned to the hotel.

"How is it possible? That's the owner of a company listed on the NYSE. I don't know why he needs to do this in person."

Song Ya shook his head, "But it doesn't matter. Anyway, I can't really ask Gore to do anything for me. It's a signal to Johnson. Don't think I will just be beaten and not fight back... What are you doing?"

As he was talking, Taraji was sitting on his lap by Taraji.

"You were on the golf course today, and it was so cool that you gave him your middle finger and told him to go back and eat his own X."

Taraji looked over with admiring star eyes, and put his hands around Song Ya's neck.

"Stop making trouble with Taraji, do business, have the ticket back to Chicago been booked?"

"I stayed an extra hour."

"One hour……"

More than a day after the BET news came out, no other media has reposted the news of its news opinions, but it has not waited for BET to clarify.The hype news about him and Fergie began to be published in the media outside Chicago, and the effect can only be said to be mediocre. After all, this is just the first step to show affection.

As soon as he got off the plane in Chicago, he received a call from Mariah Carey, "Hello, Mimi."

"Why does your phone keep turning off?"

The other party said in a bad tone, "What's wrong? I was just on the plane."

"Really?"

"I never lie to you."

There is no sound from the microphone.

Song Ya smelled a bit of vinegar, and said directly: "That's just hype, it's part of the publicity of ihateuiloveu on the 15th."

"Hmph, when will you come to New York? Apart from attending the Grammys, I need to rehearse in advance for my unplugged concert in March."

"Wait until I finish the issue of ihateuiloveu, don't you have a specific schedule? What days is the rehearsal time allocated to EmpireStateOfMindPartII?"

"I have the final say on the schedule, I can keep you a few more days." She said.

Song Ya smiled, "Well, I must be there, wait for me."

"Well, what will you wear at the Grammy Awards? Will you dress like a high school student?"

"Be more mature, but it's probably the same old ones. Anyway, I haven't been notified of the live performance. Did you?"

"There is a song Ifit'sover."

"Oh, this way, should that be the harbinger of your single award? Best female pop singer?" Song Yaluo was a little disappointed as expected. Maybe his award is really out of play.

"Tommy said the same."

"Wow, Tommy... so screaming."

"Why, don't I always call him that? Well, I will call him Motula in front of you in the future, right? Would you like to add a gentleman?"

"Uh, no need."

"Wait, were you jealous?" Mariah Carey smiled on the other side of the phone.

"I do not have."

"Really do not have?"

The two had been talking on the phone for a long time. Song Ya went to the door of the house and only hung up when she saw Fergie, who was welcoming out excitedly.

"What are you looking at?"

When he walked to the study and put down Fergie who was hanging on his body, he found a large group of people enjoying the TV set.

"There is a West Coast novel singer who imitates you." Yeremov rewinded the tape and played it from the beginning.

After a strong rhythm sampled from The,'Youready?' even Song Ya's opening remarks were sampled, and then the black male singer started singing,'This song is for my enemies!'The lyrics are the gang rap style, but both the lyrics structure, rhyme and Flow have obvious imitation traces of The.

The MV was also very rough, with a bunch of old blacks dangling around the car.

"Have all the MVs released?" Song Ya looked at Goodman, "Are you going to sue him?" His songs are not those old objects that are more than ten or twenty years old.

"It's not impossible to sue, but this kind of underground distribution is very troublesome. The industry generally does not sue such poor people unless the sales exceed a certain number."

Goodman said: "And if you want to sue, there will be a lot of people who will sue. Hayden has collected a lot of similar materials for you." He turned to a bunch of cassettes on the table.

Song Ya walked over and studied them one by one. They are all kinds of small singers, or cannot be called singers. Singing fans are more appropriate. These underground singles and albums they released more or less roughly borrowed from themselves. The thing is not limited to The one song.

"Are there any more famous people?" Song Ya asked.

"The more famous ones won't be so rude to learn from, and they can't be told." Hayden said: "At the end of last year, a song was ranked in the top 50 on the Billboard singles chart. It is a singer from Miami."

"FXXK, I was robbed in Miami last time."

Although his songs rely entirely on Apocalypse, Song Ya is still slightly unhappy, "Hayden, help me stare, pick a more suitable target for Goodman to tell, at least give these people a little warning."

"I understand." Hai registered, "It's still important, APLUS, Fergie, next you have to start laying the groundwork for the'break up' drama. Before that, you will participate in an interview program on a local Chicago TV station and continue to show affection. , Taiben Yeremov is ready."

"Okay." Song Ya took the desk, it was all ordinary content. Yeremov designed many small movements between lovers, such as Fergie leaning to Song Ya's side when she talked, Song Ya helped her organize her clothes and so on.

After being suppressed by Motula last time, Song Ya hadn't run the new song promotion for a long time, and suddenly rushed to the field like a battle again. He was a little uncomfortable, but he quickly adjusted.After attending the show with Fergie the next day, he was walking out of the studio and was stopped by a fat black man in a suit and leather shoes. He was a little familiar. After thinking about it for a while, he remembered that the other party was Barron, the lawyer. Pablo went to represent Tony in the gun case, but was quickly fired in person by himself.

"Is it convenient to chat in private? APLUS." Barron asked.

Song Ya was hugging Fergie, surrounded by old Mike, Marvota, silencer, and others. He said directly: "If Pablo or Lori asked you to pass the message, then forget it, it's not very convenient. "

"No, it's another client," Barron said. "You just saw him in Washington not long ago."

"Johnson?" Song Ya was stunned for a while, "Okay." He found a secluded place with Barron alone.

"Johnson asked me to tell you that in the Washington meeting, because you were too impulsive, he didn't have time to say everything he wanted to say." Barron said: "He asked me to bring you the new conditions."

"Go ahead, I'm listening."

"The Grammys and Escobe are still around you."

Barron said: "Johnson will turn to help your Grammy rush, but he wants you to have a corresponding return."

"If it was the bad idea of ​​house arresting Escobe, then forget it. This award is not very important to me."

Johnson raised the price, but Song Ya was unmoved.

"Not under house arrest, uh..."

Barron looked around, and the probe whispered in Song Ya’s ear: “He asked you to keep in touch with Es Cube after the April Music Festival, and revealed all his follow-up actions in Los Angeles. I. "

This condition is pretty good... So now is Johnson admitting to himself?Hehe, it seems that the photo with Gore is particularly useful!

Song Ya was slightly smug in her heart, and suddenly changed her thoughts, and she felt a chill in her heart, "So Johnson wants to get the first-hand news of Los Angeles after the Rodney King sentence was announced?"

"I'm a lawyer, I don't know much about the media." Barron pretended to be dumb.

"If Es Cube really wants to do a big job, will BET get bloody news?"

He finally understood that Johnson had not planned to put himself under house arrest from the beginning. His plan was to find someone to stare at one of the storm eyes of the restless Los Angeles black community, Es Cube, but his overly arrogant attitude made Song Ya ignored the identity of the other's top media person and left early in anger.In fact, when you think about it, you know that as a media, there is only one goal, which is for news. The bigger the more exclusive the better, the goal is from the beginning to the end, and it has nothing to do with the people of Los Angeles.

"I do not understand what you are saying."

Barron asked, "So would you like to cooperate with Mr. Johnson? At the end of this month, when the Grammy Awards are presented, Mr. Johnson will satisfy you first, and then it will be your turn to pay him back at the end of April. This kind of verbal transaction of first payment For you, there is no loss, regardless of whether you choose to fulfill your part. Of course, if you choose to get cheap and go back, there may be other stories between us."

"Just staring?" Song Ya asked.

"Just stare, like an old friend, call me from time to time and ask, "Hey, Cooper, what's the situation with you?" Barron said: "Then tell me the news as soon as possible."

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