Chicago 1990

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1. Eight hundred eighty thousand plus commissions, two million were spent so suddenly, Song Ya put the ring box into the inner pocket of the dress and hurriedly left the Waldorf Astoria with a dark face.

"Are you okay? Boss."

Mavota turned his head in the driving position and looked at him who was slamming the back of his hand with righteous thoughts.

"It's okay, go to the airport, I want to get back to Chicago as soon as possible."

The ring is not busy to send, now the time is very tight, he must first solve the problem of Mariah Carey changing the bodyguard and old Mike's manpower.

The bodyguard was easy to handle, and he was looking for it from Chicago. He asked Goodman to hire a five-person team from the security company that undertook the CNA insurance company's business. He also deliberately excluded Italians when selecting the team members.CNA Insurance Company has business dealings with A+ Records. These people have never had anything to do with the entertainment industry and have excellent professional quality. They are just a little unfamiliar with the security content of celebrities. However, Mariah Carey’s security pressure is not great. Practice makes perfect. It should be fine for a while.

"Vick, how are you doing?"

Cassidy’s father was beaten to the end soon after Peter Flock resigned due to the scandal. This time he didn’t even have to catch the illegal patrol. He was suspended for investigation, and he was with three colleagues from the stormtrooper. I heard that a sum of 200,000 dollars of Armenian gang was intercepted and the whereabouts of the funds are unknown. All four of them are suspected.Song Ya simply planned to call him to New York to help Old Mike catch the witness.

"Fxxk, busy."

The brawny bald man was still holding on, "We have to wash ourselves away from suspicion and prove our innocence."

"Is that money really swallowed by your partnership?" Song Ya asked, staring into his eyes.

"Who did you work with? FBI? Internal investigation team?"

He started rummaging in the car alertly, "Where is the bug ah?"

"No, but I guess you can do it." There was no one else in the car, and Song Ya let him search the car and himself. "Cassidy's scholarship is also yellow. You are raising college tuition for her, right? The new state attorney Charlize is very targeted at you and your colleagues."

"Hey! Kid, don't inquire about my family affairs!" He threatened viciously.

"I can come out..."

Before Song Ya could say it, he held the collar by his collar, "You fucking stay away from my daughter!"

"What should I do? Do you have the heart to let her go to a garbage community school? She has such good grades." Song Ya has become accustomed to his pale threatening remarks and continued: "I know you didn't plan to help her with school. Dai Dai, she worked so hard to get the scholarship. Last time I saw her, her hair was dry and split..."

"I can solve it!" Vic pushed him away.

"How do you solve it? Use black money to pay for the tuition?" Song Ya stared at him coldly, "You have read the news about my ex-girlfriend Mira, right? She spent a lot of her father's ill-gotten wealth, so she is now connected to the United States. You can’t go back, do you want to see Cathy di end like her one day after another? Suddenly in college, I was told that my father’s tuition was unclear and I was embarrassed in front of all my classmates? Then she was ruined all her life, and she Brothers and sisters..."

Vic stopped talking, panting like a bellows.

"Listen, Vic, I have an errand, it's very simple, but the revenge is very rich, and it is much cleaner and more secure than the black money." Song Ya saw his mental defense began to collapse, and stepped up to flicker: "Go to New York for one. Come on, stay with your friends for a few days, just relax, then take the money back, and pay Cassidi's tuition honestly!"

"I don't accept alms Nger!" he scolded, "and I won't leave Chicago or the police!"

"Oh GOD!"

Song Ya put her head in her hands, "Can you stop being stubborn with me? Irish! I'm not a charity, uh, the remuneration I pay is indeed a premium, but I don't need you to thank me for anything, this time I really need professionals Help, go to New York to do something, that's it!"

"Pull the trigger?"

"You can't store anything other than crimes in your mind, right?" Song Ya reluctantly lay down on the seat.

"Illegal monitoring?" Vic's brain circuit was finally pulled back to its normal track.

"Yes, a celebrity friend of mine discovered that her phone had been illegally installed with a tapping device, but after we discussed it, we decided that it was best not to call the police right away, but to guard it quietly, waiting for the eavesdropper to change the video tape and battery. Arrest people later," Song Ya said.

"Hehehe."

Vic touched the corners of his mouth and smiled. "Sounds pretty good."

"Of course, it's absolutely not illegal, and the job is easy. We are still on the righteous side." Song Ya watched him cast his eyes on the stormtrooper teammates who were chatting in the distance outside the car, "Hey, don't think about it, I will pay you directly. On Cathy's special account."

"I agree, when will we leave?" Vic no longer struggled with his face, rubbing his head and asked.

"The sooner the better, you go to this address, take advantage of the night, and try not to be discovered." Song Ya gave him the address of Tribeca's own unit downstairs, "After that, everything will be directed by Old Mike."

"WTF! Impossible!" He started jumping again.

"Fxxkyou Vic, be more mature, you are a detective of the Chicago Police Department, as long as you work honestly, you won't be like this!" Song Ya revealed his scars.

"Yay yeah, isn't old Mike a policeman? What is he like? Look at the parking lot gate?" Vic retorted.

"At least he can't do anything extraordinary now."

"He has been promoted now, guarding the door for rich singers, arresting people? Humph, he is definitely not my professional." Vic said.

"Then you go and catch people professionally. As long as everything goes well, I will be paid a lot."

After talking about good and bad things, he finally coaxed the cheap father-in-law and his party to New York.

Immediately contact Mariah Carey for potential new agent options.

"Hey, Sandy, are you on vacation?"

He called Sandy Glen first, but the other party didn't call back until 12 o'clock in the night.

"Uh, J's global tour in the second half of the year."

"August, right?"

"Yes, in late August, go to Asia first," he said.

"I told you about it to Mariah Carey yesterday. She listened to it, but I feel that you are still facing other powerful competitors." Song Ya said around the corner.

"Really?" Sandy Glen said with excitement, "I was just talking about this with Tommy, and the guy told me that Miss Kelly didn't plan to change agents. Whom should I listen to?"

Song Ya frowned, "Motura? Is he with you?"

"Uh, yes, we are all in Dream Manor. We have a meeting to discuss uh... the tour." Sandy Glen said: "So, Mr. Motura and Miss Kelly, who can be the master of this matter?"

"Of course it is Miss Kelly."

Song Ya said: "She has the right to choose her own agent, but don't tell Motula about her attitude."

"I know, I will keep the secret, I am the one with the tightest mouth in this business." Sandy Glen replied.

"If, I mean, if you become Miss Kelly's agent, do you know how to choose between her and Motula?" Song Ya hinted.

"Of course, I am only loyal to customers." He replied.

"Sandy, come!" The voice that seemed to be MJ's lawyer Blanca came out of the microphone. It was very polite. Song Ya knew that he and Sandy Glenn had long been at odds with each other.

"This guy...well, I'm going to continue the meeting, APLUS, thank you for your help, if you can arrange for me to sit down with Miss Kelly and have a good chat..." Sandy Glen said, "But not in the near future, MJ There are many things here."

"no problem."

Song Ya checked the time, "Are you still in a meeting so late?" He muttered to himself and hung up the phone.