Chicago 1990

"Old Joe... take care..."

Song Yamo wiped the corners of his eyes, turned and left with Fergie in his arms, and the land was occupied. At present, there are entangled men and women in almost all dark corners of A+ records.

"Let's go home." Fergie said, biting his earlobe.

"Not so good." As the host of the party, Song Ya didn't want to leave so early.

"APLUS."

At the door, Gordon, the BET news host holding his jacket, saw him, "Are you free?"

"Forget it, are you going back to Washington?" Song Ya asked. Although this guy had attacked him in the news, it was at Johnson's instruction. The two have no grudges. Gordon has an old-school horoscope and a high degree of education. He is always in suit and leather shoes, and he is also very decent.

"You can't stop the daily news broadcast." Gordon smiled: "Find a place to talk?"

"All right." Song Ya looked back at the chaotic A+ record and smiled bitterly.

Call Fergie’s assistants and bodyguards, let them send Fergie home first, and then lead Gordon into the fire escape, find a corner of no one, and let old Mike guard at the top of the stairs, "Escube Did you reveal anything?" Song Ya asked.

Gordon shook his head. "His mouth is tight. Maybe you have to help us keep in touch with him."

"I will try my best." Song Ya shrugged.

The two talked about the Rodney King case. Gordon was not optimistic about the outcome of the trial. "The court was held in an area with a majority of white middle class, and the jury was basically white."

Song Ya did not answer. Johnson's BET and Gordon both favor the ruling Elephant Party. Once the verdict does not suit the black community, they have to worry.

"This group of gangster rappers are not worrying." Gordon sighed. "The new death row record seems to be more offensive than Es Cube."

"Of course, the family of faculty and staff from Es Cube, he should know it." The other party really has the keenness of news people, "and the boss of the death row record is a real gang member."

"Yes, it's no wonder that all his signed singers secretly defended." Gordon said.

"Oh?" Song Ya really didn't know the inside story.

"2PAC signed the record in advance. He only signed a production cooperation agreement with Death Row Records. Snoop Dogg's contract also left behind." Gordon broke the news, "Dre also won some shares."

"No one is too stupid, right?" Song Ya smiled.

"Yeah." Gordon thought for a moment. "Do you know why Sugnat didn't come to Chicago?"

"Why?" Song Yaxin said that he was engaged in news, so how could it be so much.

"I thought he went to Miami to attend a gang meeting, but the latest news, he clashed with other attendees, and then alarmed the police and reporters... Guess who he clashed with?" Gordon sold Close.

"Who?" Song Ya doesn't really want to hear these gang news.

"Luke, the owner of Luke Records, and his rap group 2 Live Crew's, also include a Chinese singer, Fresh Kid Ice."

"Chinese?" Song Ya, the 2 Live Crew's group, knew that he was the originator of erotic rap with a relatively low personal perception, but he didn't expect that there were still Chinese in the group.

"Yes, it's also a mixed race." Gordon said: "But it's not important, the important thing is that there is a message in this matter."

Song Ya reacted quickly, "Sugnett is in a meeting with other record companies?"

Gordon smiled, "It may be a meeting of the same nature as yours here, but it seems that the conversation was not successful."

"This guy!"

Unexpectedly, Sugnett still had that kind of brain. He had plagiarized his Chicago conference only the following year. He also made a good calculation and asked Derry to come over and finalize joint propaganda with the people here. He went to Miami. Then pull out another set of people.Fortunately, this guy has a bad personality and clashed with the ground snake in Miami.

He said to Gordon, who smiled at him, "Thanks, is there anything else I don't know?"

"Will our cooperation continue?" Gordon threw out the conditions.

"Of course, I promised Johnson." Song Ya actually didn't intend to break his promise, and he had to keep the basic credit for what he had promised.

"What problems are facing death row records now?" Gordon asked rhetorically.

"What's the problem?" Song Ya thought for a while, "Derui jumped from the crippled gang to the blood gang, causing his momentum to fall sharply?"

"Can you think of a good way to PR?" Gordon continued to ask.

"Is there any good way. In order to get rid of the lame big E, he had to seek the asylum of the blood collapse, so he continued to expose the big E's greedy behavior and sell it miserably?" Song Ya replied.

"That's just a relatively passive plan. Of course, it will have a good effect." Gordon stopped selling, "How about raising the incident to a grand issue? The lame gang and the blood gang truce, everyone stop hatred, and reach a grand settlement? "

"Wow, this trick is not bad."

Song Ya thought for a while and it really worked, "But I need to cooperate with the crippled Escobe in this matter? Dre and the others have joined the blood gang, and what they say doesn't work for the crippled gang."

"I don't know about that." Gordon smiled and shook hands with Song Ya and left.

Song Ya immediately analyzed the pros and cons of this matter. Sugnet's other approach would definitely hurt the Chicago meeting, but there was no way to destroy it without gangs. He could only expect the two sides to give up cooperation due to the conflict.

And what impact did the gang reconciliation set up to save Derui had on him?There should be one thing. The Lame Gang and the Blood Gang are many and powerful. If they don’t fight each other, they will definitely have greater power externally. And the rapper who doesn’t even guarantee GD will suffer even more in the underground world. Not good to bluff.Gang rappers have a lot of influence in the bottom gang, especially for the lame gang who are scattered.

"Can the surveillance watch now?" he asked old Mike.

Old Mike took him to the monitoring room. Sure enough, Derry found Escobe, and the two walked into the No. 2 recording room, letting Snoop Dogg and others guard the door.

"Forget it."

It’s not only dangerous to get involved in this kind of thing. He calmly thought about it. After all, Escobe is a friend, and Dre also helped out when canvassing for the Grammy Awards. This action should be able to get a comparison among the lower-level helpers. With great prestige, Derui's word of mouth has turned over, and Escobe can be more popular.

Although Sugnet, who had never met before, was a bit annoying, don't mess with them.

"At the end of the month, you must call me first after the verdict in the Rodriguez case."

It was dark, Song Ya sent Escobe to the parking lot, "I will continue to persuade you to calm down, brother."

"FXXK, Man..."

Escuber scolded, "Can you stop talking to me like my mother?"

His followers all laughed.

"But thanks." He smiled and stretched out his fist.

Song Ya touched him and watched several luxury cars rushing away.

Back to A+ Records, except for the little characters who drink unconsciously, the stars have left one after another, and the venue is in a mess.

"Damn it! Looks like you have to pay a lot of money to the cleaning company."

Song Ya walked around Tony who was sleeping on the ground holding two black girls, and took out the key to open the door of his office, "Old Joe?" Pulling out Old Joe from the bottom of the four piles of meat, he explored with her hands. Tan, and anger, "You have worked hard..."