Chicago 1990

After investing in 3DFX, Song Ya was no longer going to throw his money into the technology industry in 1994. Now that the stall is large enough, he has to worry about the awards season at the beginning of next year.

"AMA and Grammys should both be shortlisted."

Linda reported that AMA was shortlisted for two awards, the most popular male rhythm and blues singer, the competitors are BABYFACE and Prince Prince, the most popular hip-hop singer, the competitors are Snoop Dogg and WarrenG, except for the Prince All acquaintances.

For Grammys, Dancing My Life Soundtrack was shortlisted for Best Contemporary R&B Album, and BeWhatYouWannaBe was shortlisted for Best Film and Television Song.All have a chance to win prizes.

"What about the Oscars? BeWhatYouWannaBe also has the opportunity to be selected as the best original song." Linda said.

"You can't get the prize, right?" Song Ya asked.

"Basically impossible. The award is for the Lion King and Elton John." Linda replied, "but it would be great to be nominated. Being able to show up at the Oscar would be another boost for the sales of the original soundtrack."

"Well, let's try something out."

The song is too popular and should not be in the eyes of the Oscar judges, but Song Ya has a way. He intends to use Rick Rubin’s tactics of seeking a Grammy and the legendary Harvey Weinstein public relations Oscar. "Old Larry’s That friend, Stan Brackhitch has some connections at the Oscars. Ask him to provide some contacts to get the addresses of the Oscar judges, and then ask the American Music Magazine to send a special supplement to the past, with a CD of the original soundtrack of Dancing My Life. There are some small gifts."

"Uh... what little gift?" Linda was stunned.

"Do you not need a CD player to listen to CDs? No, the CD player is not very convenient. Sony's MD player is lighter, smaller, and more expensive. Just replace the disc with a MiniCD."

"What would Stanbulakhitch do?" Linda asked.

"It's time for them to give me something in return. Old Larry relied on dancing out my life film appointments, but left the sequel, and was dragged by him to engage in the award-winning art film of Fox Pictures. He said hello to me in advance... "

Hollywood likes to copy the path of success very much. If the old Larry doesn't run, the sequel director will definitely be his, but he doesn't seem to be satisfied with commercial films anymore. He is swollen.

"Okay." Linda agreed.

The plane landed in Chicago, but the people who picked it up this time were surprising.

"Mr. APLUS? Talk?"

It was a large group of FBI in suits and leather shoes. The leading middle-aged white agent was stopped by Old Mike and others, and his tone was not very polite.

"About what? Mr. Jovovich?"

Song Ya thought it was still related to Mila's father's case, but unfortunately not.

"Do you know AK? You do, right? Little Lori's attendant." The agent asked.

"Uh...recognition."

Song Ya replied casually, "But I won't say much. No matter any topic, I need to be accompanied by a lawyer to answer your questions."

"I understand. Let's go to your lawyer together."

The detective was not accommodating this time, and he was going to accompany him out of the airport.

"There are reporters waiting outside the airport." Linda reminded.

It’s not appropriate to show up with a bunch of FBI in front of reporters. I have the right not to cooperate with the FBI, but the FBI is disgusting and needs a public image star to do a lot of tricks, "Fxxk." I had to curse and ask: "What is there Don't I know?" He vaguely guessed that it should be related to Sinaloa. The guy had long claimed that he would kill AK and give the informer the punishment he deserved.

"Do you need a lawyer to accompany you?" the other party asked back.

"Nonsense, of course you need it." Song Ya couldn't help it. Fortunately, Gulfstream 4 stopped at a small airport. "Call Goodman and Hamlin here." He told Linda.

"Come on." He let the agents into his private plane, "Sit down."

The FBI boarded the plane in file, sitting in a few seats in twos and threes.

"Okay" Linda took out the champagne and whiskey from the wine cabinet, changed coffee after being refused, and handed the phone over again, "Eremov."

"The screenwriter you were looking for, Kunes found, this man... uh, how do you put it? He has a bad reputation."

Yeremov reported: "In 1982, he tried to sell the privacy of Salinger, the author of The Catcher in the Rye, to a tabloid. Salinger was sued and lost. In 1992, he claimed that his script sold 1.2 million. The knife is the highest price in the industry, but no film company has launched a project around that script... I chatted with him, and it didn't feel good. He always brags himself and tells lies, which can still be broken without any effort. "

"But the name on the cat and mouse game script will not be fake. He participated in writing the script back then, right?" Song Ya asked.

"Yes, yes, but he is not honest. He tried to participate in the estate lawsuit of the adaptation rights owner Bartlett while writing the script. He also went to Johnny Carson through the script to sell himself desperately." Yeremov Reply.

"Has he succeeded?"

"How is it possible? Such a bad liar." Yeremov said.

"A liar can write a good liar's story, right? As long as his talent is not fake, I am not the FBI." Song Ya finished speaking, and found a group of FBI watching him, "Sorry, it was just a compliment." Explain with a smile.

"What are you doing looking up Abagnell's information?"

The lead agent just picked up the script scattered on the table and read it through the meeting, "This person I learned his case when I participated in the internal training. He made us a little embarrassed back then."

"I am going to shoot a movie about him."

"Shxt, Hollywood likes to tout liars and criminals."

"Uh..." Song Ya was embarrassed. "Didn't Abagnell cooperate with your FBI for a long time? He changed his evil and got back to the right?"

"It's not as important as he said, but we do have cooperation, but he was soon packaged into a legendary experience and brag about it everywhere." The agent vomited.

"Don't worry, your image in my movie is very positive. In the end, you also won. By the way, the crew may find you to cooperate when the film is shot." Song Ya laughed.

"I hope so."

The agent’s face is not as serious as before, and Song Ya can also feel that they have been observing himself just now, "I have been in a lot of business jets of celebrities and rich people. You are relatively simple and APLUS here." The agent said, "It's simply It's just an office."

"This one? I rented this one. You won't say that when the Gulfstream 4SP I ordered is delivered."

Both sides chatted harmoniously.

He waited until Goodman arrived, "Hamlin is on vacation, only me." He reached out to the detective, "Hello, I am Mr. APLUS's lawyer, please don't overly harass my client."

"It's okay, Goodman." Song Ya waved her hand, and nodded after exchanging opinions in a low voice with Goodman, "It's time to start."

"Okay, let me ask again, do you know AK in APLUS?"

The agent also took out a pen and paper and started to record.

"If you mean the AK who is next to Lori, then I must know him." Song Ya said.

"Okay, do you know AK's enemies?" The agent continued, "Or let me put it another way, do you know what AK might have enemies?"

"Sorry, Lori and I have not been in contact for a long time. For a long, long time, if you know about it before you come, you know that our relationship is not good."

"Do you know what AK helped the prosecutor to testify against Lori and Pablo and others, which led to his guilt?"

"I know something, but I didn't care much about the details."

"You know he's an informer, right?"

Song Ya and Goodman looked at each other and replied after receiving a positive hint: "I've heard of it, but that's it."

"My client is not that kind of street singer, gentlemen." Goodman helped. "You'd better concise the problem a bit more concisely. Mr. APLUS is very busy."

"Okay, I also noticed."

The agent pointed to the scripts and laughed: "AK was shot and killed the day before yesterday, after we changed him to a new identity, address and job."

"What?" Song Ya's heart tightened, Sinaloa really dare to want to do it!

"Did you hear anything beforehand?" the other party asked.

"What can I hear? No, not at all," Song Ya said.

"Do you think the'executioner' is a hell bobcat? I know you have a connection with this helper, let's talk, start from the beginning..." the agent asked.

Goodman interrupted him, "My client's previous street life has talked with your FBI many times before, you can go back and check the file. If it is still about this kind of problem, I will stop the conversation."

"Okay." The agent shrugged, got up and walked to the door of the cabin, "AK died terribly, and his mother, girlfriend, and two children..."

"The whole family?" Song Ya asked.

"Yes, the whole family." The FBI agent dropped these words and left with someone.

Sinaloa is a lunatic, Song Ya will call Lao Qiao immediately, but think about it and hold it back, the FBI is likely to deliberately startled the snake.

Nancheng, Old Joe Music, "Taxi!"

Old Joe, with his fake beard, dressed in casual clothes, carried his travel bag and looked around and went out of the corridor, "Airport, thank you."

When the car started, he looked back at the neon sign of Old Joe’s music extinguished, and involuntarily pinched the ticket and passport in his hand, muttering to himself, “I can’t go back to jail for little APLUS, forgive me...”

"M-Fxxk!"

A thought suddenly flashed in his mind, "Why the hell did my brain cramp and ask for coffee!? Let Jamal just pour a glass of wine and nothing will happen!?"