Chicago 1990

Song Ya and Halle arrived in Miami early in the morning. They got the news after getting off the plane, but they didn’t go to the football stunner in the outer suburbs for the first time. Instead, they stayed at the airport hotel nearby, rested and waited for the old Mike's people go to the studio to perfect security measures.

"Ha! My intuition is accurate, right? Old man, is it hard to admit that it is hard to see it wrong?"

Apocalypse bless!Apocalypse is invincible!Song Ya was extremely grateful that he got up and waited for the morning newspaper of the day without sleeping long, and fell to the table severely after reading it.

'Los Angeles police found $60,000 of unidentified cash from the home of an African-American truck driver who was suspected of causing an intentional car accident in Beverly Hills. The target of this attempted murder is probably the well-known singer APLUS.'

The page he turned over had a big picture. The Los Angeles uniformed policemen who had always been infamous huddled together in front of the camera. The sheriff and the young policeman who found the stolen money were surrounded by them. They held three in their hands. The open plastic bag proudly displays the bundles of rice bills inside. Others point to the camera than a scissors hand, and some point their index fingers to the mouth of the bag.

Seven or eight big men of different ethnicities and ages showed a childlike heartless smile, mouthfuls of white teeth and green rice knives.

"Huh? Huh?"

Song Ya seemed to be infected by their smile, grabbing the white beard on Old Mike's chin and tugging, "..." singing and dancing.

Old Mike had nothing to say, rolled his eyes and avoided silently.

"Ms. Sloan, it came just right! This time I will not give in, compromise, or engage in any exchange of interests! Motura must be ruined!"

Ms. Sloan, who came to join from the set, just came in, and he shouted with great fighting spirit.

"It's still too early to get evidence that can link Motula to the driver who caused the accident."

Sloan also drove a lot, rarely showing fatigue, put down his bag, and yawned and sat on the sofa.

Song Ya bent over and waved to her, "No! No no! This time, I almost died with Hallie and Amy, do you understand? Only because of the difference in my thoughts, I can stand here and talk to you fortunately! I don't want to After a long investigation and successive years of litigation, I want you to go to Capitol Hill as soon as possible and meet my politician friends!"

"They are not free, they are all running for elections. The vote counting will start tomorrow, and the result will be the day after tomorrow." Sloan said.

"Then two days, three days, I only wait three days, I want Motura to die..."

"Keep your voice down!"

Sloan interrupted his gritted teeth, "Don't bring the people on the Internet back to reality, OK?"

"Uh, sorry."

Speaking of the Internet, Song Ya pulled the chair in front of the computer, logged into the account quickly, "cough cough." Cleared his throat, moved his neck and fingers, and then started typing.

'Just learned the latest development of the Los Angeles Police!Thank the police officers for their hard work!The efficiency is great!I can’t wait to see all the criminals involved in the case be brought to justice!'

"Posted?" he asked Sloan after he finished writing.

"Yes." Sloan glanced and nodded.

Click to send, Song Ya reminded old Mike again, "Don't let Motura out of sight."

"It's not reasonable, right?"

Old Mike is still struggling with his own judgment. "If that driver is a professional killer who can lie to me face to face, how can he be stupid enough to hide his payment in the toilet tank at home?"

"Wait for the news conference by the Los Angeles police in the morning. At work hours (almost forgot to mention, the whole text of this book ignores the internal time zone differences in the United States), Hollywood District Attorney Gilgahiti will call us in advance."

Sloan glanced at his watch. "It's still early."

"We have to guard against the last madness of Motula." Old Mike said.

"I'm not going anywhere this month, it's up to you Mike."

As the most popular star and investor in the football stunner project, and with much fewer scenes than the heroine Mira, the crew focused all their plays in November. All other actors must cooperate with this plan, even if they do. Leading to separate shooting of the same scene and unnecessary overruns.

Song Ya made up his mind and went down in the house.

"It's okay. Uh, about Los Angeles... I'm sorry, kid." Old Mike suddenly apologized formally.

"Don't blame you, count me."

Song Ya smiled at him, "I shouldn't insist on driving out, maybe I was spotted by Motula's people on the road between Hali and Amy, so the truck driver hit the wrong one the next morning. people."

"Well, it can only be explained in this way. There is no way. Beverly Hills is very green. Maybe the stalker is hiding behind a tree somewhere on the road."

Old Mike said: "Motura knows your character well, for women... ahem, Amy's new film premieres, you will definitely go to Los Angeles."

"Look, doesn't it make sense if you explain this way?"

Song Ya chatted with him and refreshed the webpage. There were only a few more replies after the text he just posted. There is no way, even if they claim to have been assassinated, the people who eat melons are far worse than those who tear Oprah before. , The most obvious feeling is that the Amerika music website has become smoother, and there is no downtime.

Plus, it’s still early morning and there is a general election...

And it seems to be too frequent?The format of the BBS forum can easily make people lose the interest in following posts, and eating melons will also make you feel tired.

'APLUS, who did you vote for?'

The latest reply is still talking about something else.

'Of course the current chief!I didn't say, he has done a good job in the economy in the past four years!High growth, low inflation, the stock market is also very good, I like him very much!'

I will reply in a few seconds.

In fact, I didn't go back to Chicago to vote at all. As a celebrity who has already had some social influence, it is better to publicly support it than anything else. I believe the current commander also has many votes.

'Tommy Motula!'

'MJ is still putting this bad guy in charge of recording affairs, it's time to stop trusting him!'

Continue to shout in the air.

"Don't do that." Sloan pressed his hand that was about to click the left mouse button. "Don't bring MJ for now." She said.

"Mimi has dismissed Motula's joint manager rights. It's time to force MJ to speak up. If he loses MJ's manager, he will be a toothless tiger." Song Ya said.

"It's easy to blur the focus, such as the dispute between you and MJ." Sloan said.

"Ok."

Song Yaxun deleted the words that he had just typed out, "MJ has his man next to him, the lawyer, Aaron Brugman. It was Aaron Brugman who disclosed my private conversation with MJ to him and Sony. , Where is MJ now? He should be as vigilant as Mimi when I have this problem."

"Uh……"

Sloan will not follow up on this irrelevant corner of the entertainment industry. Old Mike doesn't know. In order to minimize the goal, he will not bring too many entourages besides the bodyguard during this period, for example, he has a better understanding of related affairs. Taraji.

"Do it yourself." Song Ya-nian opened the MSNBC news website to check it out. "He just finished his concert in Mumbai and may have already set off for Thailand, and then..."

Song Ya found out about the MJ's historical tour tour schedule. The interval between each show is about two to four days, and it is also a long-distance tour of Asian countries, and has been intensively running until the beginning of next year.

According to my own experience, I can imagine that it would be very hard to see him himself.

"Don't post, let me squint for a while." Sloan went to get a blanket and lay down on the hotel sofa.

"Oh."

Song Ya refreshed the webpage again, and there were a lot of replies, one of which was very dazzling, saying, "Think about your own reasons, APLUS, if you don't treat 2PAC like that.'

Hehe, find someone to guide public opinion?Want to plant that car accident is the blood gang retaliating for killing 2PAC or something?With a good plan, it's no wonder that a black driver was deliberately found as a killer.

He was prepared, but when he glanced at Sloan curled up on the sofa, he suppressed his desire to strike back at the keyboard.

As soon as it was working hours, the personal cell phone started ringing and Sloan woke up.

The first thing is to solve the problem of being assassinated by blacks, especially by blacks in Los Angeles.

The driver had mixed up with gangs when he was young, and the small gang in Los Angeles can definitely be related to the national gang like the blood gang. As long as you dig, there must be. After the driver’s name, home address and other private information are exposed, media with ulterior motives It's easy to follow that the blood gang is retaliating for 2PAC.

And why did the blood gang take revenge?Of course, because he was behind the murder of 2PAC.

He didn't answer the calls personally, and threw them to Sloan, while calling David Geffen himself.

"Mr. Geffen, I need a posthumous work from 2PAC in the death row record safe. Yes, I think the record president Iowen should know the existence of that song, DISS mine."

A+ Records was purchased by Geffen Records at a reduced price. Of course, it was to let them help in other places. In 1980, when David Geffen was helping John Lennon out of the last episode before being assassinated, Iowen was still a good candidate. In the global department, David Geffen’s net worth is nearly 2 billion this year, and Iowen may be less than 100 million. David Geffen should be able to command him.

Both parties have common interests, they have to throw the pot, and in order for the record to compete with the death row record for the legacy of 2PAC, the pot that killed 2PAC must be buckled on Sugnet's head.

"I ask, wait a moment."

David Geffen hung up to investigate, "Do you need that song? What do you want to do?" asked when calling back again.

"Send the first posthumous single to 2PAC again, and it's okay to release it underground." Song Ya actively invited and scolded.

The end was silent for a few minutes. It should be David Geffen clutching the microphone to discuss with others, "2PAC cursed APLUS, the previous song ToLiveandDieInL.A. caused Dray’s reputation on the West Coast to plummet. Are you really okay? ?"

"Can I know all the lyrics in advance?" Song Ya asked.

"No problem, I will send you Hotmail."

After Hotmail mailboxes provide free space, the number of users has been rapidly increased to a million level, and more and more people outside the circle have begun to use it.

"OK."

When the new email came over, David Geffen asked with a smile: "Iowen asked how you knew this song existed. Did the 2PAC mother tell you? A supernatural kid."

It seems Iowen is by his side.

Song Ya is not good at betraying Quincy Jones and his daughter. This record must have taken the very valuable 2PAC posthumous very tightly. The 2PAC mother seems to never ask her son to sing, so it is likely that they are testing themselves over there.

So I evaded the presumption that could not be verified: "2PAC told me on the phone before his death, Mr. Geffen."

"Haha, that's it."

When the email was received, Song Ya opened it. 2PAC really has a set of cursing people, such as'a girl who just cries home and finds his mother to complain.' The straight steel man directly used the word'Gay' and scolded De Rui. Same time.

Maybe the accompaniment tape also sampled Lori's previous DISS own songs, because the lyrics include:'My little attendant, how did you mess with it?Wiping away the tears and getting up, there is a hundred dollars here, to bring some delicious food, no money is needed...'

2PAC then sang "No need to find, no need to find!" The tone is probably very cheap.

Song Ya calmed down after reading all the lyrics, not angry, let's not anger with the two dead people.

"Should we cut off some?"

David Geffen asked.

"No, I respect the integrity of 2PAC's legacy." Song Ya replied.

Anyway, it’s fine if you can distinguish them. All the lyrics can definitely prove that 2PAC and himself have nothing to kill each other. 2PAC has been hung up. If there are obvious traces of missing editing on the tape of his posthumous work, it will be a conspiracy. The commentator is honest.

"Okay, Iowen will first hype it with the accidental release of the clip, and then release the single." David Geffen said: "It depends on the timing, but it should be released soon."

"no problem."

After finishing the matter, Sloan took the cell phone and connected to Prosecutor Gilgahiti.

The other party was very careful during the call. Most of them asked about the details of the incident. They only vaguely stated that apart from the $60,000 in cash, the prosecutor had not found other key evidence. The driver himself did not let go during the interrogation. California The truckers' union over there sent him a union lawyer, and he will probably be released on bail soon.

"After that, we will launch a larger investigation immediately, and we will find out, don't worry about APLUS." Gilgahiti said.

"Truckers' Union!?"

Song Ya is excited, "Mafia, Italians, Motura, a complete chain! You are a senior prosecutor, Mr. Gahiti, they are showing their feet, I think you already know it in your heart? Right? "

"Haha, maybe."

Gilgahiti smiled and hung up twice.

"Yes!"

In all his guesses, Song Ya put down the phone and threw his fist in excitement, and then posted with Sloan.

"APLUS?"

Old Mike opened the door, and Donovan appeared at the door.

"Why did you follow me? So fast?" Song Ya was strange.

"I'm on the night flight." Donovan replied. "Talk alone?"

"Fine."

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