Chicago 1990

"No, it's okay Man, haha..."

Dave Hall smiled reluctantly, "Maybe I haven't recovered from my emotions just now..."

Song Ya noticed that his eyes were staring straight at his chest, and he lowered his head to see the arm that was extending into the coat. He turned around before reacting. He should have misunderstood this as a gun-drawing action.

Don’t hesitate to scratch around the wound, “It’s okay, I understand, you guys have been in a company for so many years, you must have a deep relationship, right? I am also sorry for K-Ci, he is a very interesting person.”

"He doesn't mean anything to you APLUS, you know, those who are on the streets are outspoken guys."

"I understand."

The two fell silent for a while, "Can you let me go?" Taraji came to clear the glass shards at their feet.

"Come and sit down."

Song Ya pulled out his hand and Dave Hall immediately took a half step back. He smiled in his heart and embraced the other's shoulders, "I am not a good middleman, Dave, you really got the wrong person, me and Lori Not very close, you know, he has sang to DISS me several times, I just don’t bother to be familiar with him."

"Uh, I'm just here to help the bragging father with a message, I usually don't mix with them." Dave Hall explained.

"I know, I know, you are a great musician, Miss Kelly still counts on you Dreamlover, will you help make it, right?"

"Yes, you can rest assured APLUS."

"Also, don't look for her to go to such dangerous places." Song Ya led him to the sofa and poked the other person's heart with a straight face.

"No, sorry APLUS, I won't do that stupid thing anymore."

"Well, that's fine, sit down."

Song Ya chatted with him and took the opportunity to observe each other carefully. Dave Hall is a very important executive and producer of Uptown Records. When he participated in the Soul Train Music Awards, he first met him in the parking lot, jodeci. Both the duo and Mary Blige seemed to convince him, but they didn't expect to be so scared today.

Indeed, today GD is too ruthless, the FBI will definitely intervene in a bloody night across the state.

"Why do you want to run errands for Dad Bragging?" Song Ya said his question. He thought that Dad Bragging would go to NAS to spread the word.

"No way, I'm going to help the boss, Greer, he's mad now, and tomorrow he will kick the bragging father out of Uptown Records for the second time. I have to make sure that bragging father will not go mad and retaliate against Greer, you know , He is losing his mind now." Dave Hall replied.

This makes sense, otherwise the energy of bragging about Dad would be too great.

"He will lose his mind?" Song Ya asked.

"No, no, it's calm for the time being."

Dave Hall was really panicked, "APLUS, uh..." He licked his lips, "I'm telling you, the bragging father will not be short of money right away, and K-Ci's former girlfriend Mary Blige, Her first monopoly sold very well. And it can be expected that with the death of K-Ci, the sales of Jodeci and Mary Blige’s albums will explode, and Greer plans to take the opportunity to take advantage of some of K-ci’s abandoned songs and Unfinished posthumous work..."

This is true. Record companies often borrow the last wave of the singer’s death circle. Various activities, small souvenirs, and records will be launched immediately. Bragging Dad is the producer of Jodeci’s new album and Mary Blige’s premiere. , Even if he was kicked out of Uptown Records by Glenelg again, this part of the rights to Glenelg could not be lost and he would not dare to lose it. After all, he was afraid of bragging father going crazy.

The bragging father originally had'people', so he would be very rich soon...

Song Ya knew that his'cruel name' was completely accidental, and he also knew that he could enjoy the convenience of this kind of murder right now, but then there would be many side effects.He didn't even intend to fight endlessly with the bragging father like that idiot little Lori, although his money was indeed much more than the two of them combined.

And Mary Blige’s attitude towards herself is already very bad. She is now selling her first monopoly and being K-Ci’s girlfriend. When K-Ci dies, people will sympathize with her even more. It is estimated that only bragging dad can make She doesn't mess around in front of the media.

He took a good look at Dave Hall, and felt that the other party did not seem to be burying some conspiracy to help the bragging father, "Well, Dave, I can help the bragging father to spread the word, just spread the word, and I want to brag. Dad first made a statement..."

He told each other the remarks he had discussed with Motula and the others.

"Okay, I see, then I will..."

Dave Hall was relieved and quickly got up to leave.

"Go ahead."

Song Ya let him go, "They are beginning to be afraid of you." Taraji sat next to him, "What the hell did you sing? New York radio is saying that you were horrible at the time."

"What else can Battle sing? It's nothing more than making some cruel words."

Song Ya didn't want to mention the SINAL? A given by Tianqi. It was indeed a very ruthless rap song. The original singer was covered in tattoos and looked ruthless. The voice and tongue handling were also very distinctive.

But these are too inconsistent with his own personal settings, and there is no nutritious content in the original MV. There are too many unexplained acronyms in the lower part of the original song. He will not let this song appear next to him. In this album, save it for now.

Before dawn, Song Ya's team arrived, including Fergie.

"Why are you here? It's a bit dangerous here now. Just record the song honestly at home." Song Ya blamed.

"A real girlfriend doesn't have the right to worry about you?" Fergie said sourly: "Or is it Amy Adams that you expect to appear in front of you?"

"How come." Song Ya can only hug her.

"I just asked her to have a mirror in front of the reporter below." Jimmy who came along said: "I think this will make the public think she cares about you."

"Well, you did a good job, Jimmy, and he gradually looks like an agent."

Song Ya nodded in recognition. It was only half a year since the release of Fergie's first album. It is always right to maintain the appearance rate.

"Are you injured?" Fergie found the bandage on his leg, opened his coat, and saw the one on his shoulder, his eyes immediately turned red.

"Small things." Song Ya coaxed her a few words, "Are you tired? You can make up your sleep first, I'm going to get busy."

After Fergie settled down, Hayden, Yeremov and others, who had arrived with his colleagues, entered the study room for a meeting.

"That's basically it."

The meeting lasted for several hours, and finally Eli, who was in charge of crisis public relations, concluded: "There are still several uncertainties. One: Now is the critical period of the general election. Both Chicago and New York where GD is located are As the Donkey Party is in power, the public security in these two cities is going from bad to worse. The Elephant Party media may take advantage of the issue and you may be hit by APLUS."

"Is it useful for me to ask Johnson of BET (Black Entertainment Television) for help? He is from the party media." Song Ya asked.

"Yes, as soon as possible, it's time for work now." Eli raised his wrist to check his watch.

"Taraji, call Johnson." Song Ya ordered.

"Use mine, I'm not an A+ record player." Eli said.

"Will it be monitored?" Song Ya knew what he was worried about.

"It's always right to be careful."

"Okay." Song Ya dialed Johnson and said the request euphemistically.

"Don't worry about anything if you don't do it." Johnson agreed conditionally.

"Two: law enforcement agencies must deal with it well. Your name cannot appear in the newsletter released by the New York Police Department today, otherwise the reporters will smell it. After all, you and Mariah Carey are the most popular among the singers present. And there have been scandals. Once the gossip media feels the potential to dig deeper, you know their morals..."

"Well, Goodman, go to the mayor's office immediately. I donated money to Dingkins and stood on the stage."

"Okay, I will go now."

Goodman immediately took the package and went to work.

"Three: Your enemies..."

"At the moment I have no enemies. I was in the honeymoon period with Sony Columbia Records. Recently, Quincy Jones didn't say anything bad about me. He played Wesley Streep. He has a sore foot and he dare not jump out."

"What about CAA?" Eli reminded: "They would be very happy to see the bad luck of William Morris' artists."

"I'm going to say hello to Donovan." Hayden went out and called.

"And the rich dad of Mira..."

"Uh, I have nothing wrong with that guy, will he hate me to that point?"

"Well, it's probably not enough. Four: Don't let those radio DJs talk nonsense." Eli continued.

"I can find someone to deal with Brooklyn and Queens, but Harlem... I don't know if Dave Hall's words will work." Song Ya said.

"Yes, anyway, make every effort to control the impact, and don't forget your own people in Chicago."

Eli said: "Before I came, I heard Big A shout on the radio,'Whoever moves GD will pay the price of blood'."

"..."

Song Ya raised his head and dialed the big A mobile phone: "Do you M-FXXK want me to die!? Huh? Isn't it!?"

Screaming at the microphone, old Mike came in, "FBI and New York police, four people are here."

"Huh!" He put down the phone furiously, "Hamlin, Eli, let's come together, as previously discussed, remind me."

There were two FBI agents, and the New York police also came with two plainclothes. One of the black people was still an inspector. "Thank you for cooperating with our investigation, Mr. APLUS. Let's just take a brief look at the situation. You were at the scene, right?"

The four people were invited to sit down, the FBI person was responsible for questioning, and the two New York police officers added.

"Yes, I am here." Song Ya replied.

"You made death threats to K-Ci on stage, right?" FBI agent asked.

Song Ya glanced at Hamlin. He didn’t say anything. It’s impossible for the law enforcement agencies to grasp the situation after one night, so he replied according to the negotiated: "Uh, to explain, it’s just a normal impromptu battle. If your FBI If you have been in charge of a hip-hop singer's case, you should know that this phenomenon is normal."

"Including this?" The FBI agent gestured to the New York police. The other party took out a small tape recorder and put it on the table. Most of the tape was noise from the scene, and I could only vaguely hear myself holding it at 30. A hole in your head's cruel words.

"Yeah." It seemed that the sound was recorded by the good guys on the scene, and Song Ya replied helplessly, "It's still the same sentence, I guess you have heard the RAP content before K-Ci, and you know that everyone does this. "

"We have other evidence." Hamlin also took out a prepared video tape and played it on the spot. It was the live battle of the West Coast gang rap singer. The lyrics were basically similar.

"What time did you arrive at the nightclub at night?" The FBI people did not bother anymore and continued to ask.

Song Ya answered truthfully.

"Why are you going there?"

"Motula asked me to go, oh, he is the president of Sony Columbia Records, you can go to him to confirm."

"We will, but he has an interest in you."

Hamlin interrupted: "We are only cooperating with the investigation to catch the real murderers. This is not a testimony. There is no statement that people with interested parties cannot accept."

"Sorry."

The FBI agent took out a few photos, "Do you know this?"

Song Ya saw the turban with the six-pointed star logo, "I know, it's the gang symbol of GD."

"Are you familiar?"

"Come on, I was born in Chicago South City." Song Ya smiled.

"What about this person?" The other party showed the second photo of the GD gunman who died on the spot.

"I saw it on the news."

"So you didn't know him before?"

"do not know."

"Where is this person?" The other party showed another sketched portrait of that GD boy, who painted very similarly. It seems that he really ran away.

"I don't know." Song Ya shook his head blankly.

"Then why did you leave the microphone to run for your life when you saw them?"

"Because I saw they took out their guns..."

"You dropped the microphone after they pulled out the gun, right?"

"Of course, in that case, I don't see how the gun could drop the microphone and run away. If I make a mistake, it will be the laughing stock of everyone."

"There are many people under the stage, and it's very dark."

"I saw the headscarves they were wearing, so I paid special attention."

"So you realize their purpose there?"

"It's kind of, I know the grievances between the bragging fathers and them, of course they are all hearsay, but it has nothing to do with me."

"You have visited Little Lori, right?"

"Well, once, in San Diego."

"Has he revealed anything to you?"

"No, uh, I didn't actually see him. I just made the gesture of visiting him, but I didn't enter his ward after entering the hospital. You know, it was designed for the public's eyes." Song Ya replied.

"Let me remind you, this is a confidential conversation." Hamlin intervened.

"we know."

The FBI agent smiled and then continued to ask questions.

Sending them away, Song Ya felt his chin and thought. Now the hidden danger is the part of her lying. I hope that it doesn't have an angle, and the particularly clear surveillance video can prove that he lost the microphone before the GD gunman took the gun.

That probability is too small, absolutely impossible.

"They shouldn't embarrass you." Hamlin said as he stood beside him.

He didn't do it by himself. If he was embarrassed, someone from the law enforcement unit was trying to engage himself. This is also unlikely. Suddenly an idea popped out in his mind, "How did they get the sketch they just took out? "

"Simulation portrait." Hamlin replied: "Professional painters drew portraits of suspects according to witness descriptions to assist the police in handling the case."

"Ok?"

Song Ya's eyes lit up, isn't it possible to use this method to find singers who have appeared in the Apocalypse MV?!

"Do you know this kind of painter? Can you contact one for me? I want the most professional one."