Chicago 1990

Start shooting again, start over again, start over again, when the old Larry announced that it was over, it was getting dark outside.

The group actors were evacuated from get off work. They were all young men and women, and there were many non-professional actors, and they were all messing around in the studio for a while.

"coat……"

Rashida Jones wanted to take off the school uniform jacket and return it to the crew, but the neckline of the inner dress was torn by Alicia Silverstone.

"No, leave a souvenir."

The costume designer Song Yachong waved, "Help her deal with it."

"Let me see." The female costumer took a look and asked, "Will you change one with me?"

"No." Rashida Jones didn't want to wear the clothes of the crew. She knew the set, and the racks on the backstage activities of youth comedy were basically cheap.

"Then I will sew it for you, wait a moment."

"No, no, I can't wear this one in the future, just help me deal with it today."

She saw that APLUS had already greeted the film crew cordially and walked towards the dedicated channel deep in the studio. She was very anxious, "The sooner the better."

"OK, we only need two paper clips."

The female dresser was very professional. She took out two paper clips and started to handle her neckline on the spot, biting one of them, pinning the other on Rashida's neckline, and then doing the same.

The door of the private passage over there was opened by the bodyguards, and Rashida saw a familiar figure, Dalu Cochran of African descent. He hugged and shook hands with APLUS affectionately.There is also a beautiful and capable white professional woman and black lawyers from Cochrane Law Firm.

At the age of 20, APLUS was very attractive to her. She was beautiful, rich, talented and personal, and well-known.

I feel that the ideal mate choice is no one else. Even Tiger Woods, who has recently gained fame and better image, is far inferior. The golfer does not have the domineering power and power of APLUS.

Although today she spends most of the time in the restaurant deck quietly, basically not gesticulating, but she knows the entertainment industry thoroughly and knows that he is the king of the entire crew, and the director is obedient to him. The same is true for people, no matter what they do, they will look at him, and there will be no ignorant people to provoke him. Whatever he wants, no, someone will do it for him when he thinks of it, and there is no need to spend any more words.

Alicia Silverstone, who is said to be difficult on the set, is as well-behaved as a kitten today. After fighting with herself, she still acts honestly. It is nothing more than leaving immediately after the shooting.

That's it, it's this kind of faint but seemingly ubiquitous sense of power that surrounds him, and even Oprah has to bow his head to admit his mistakes.

The man who was talking and laughing with Cochrane is like a bottle of deadly poison but must taste once in his life.

"Am I too unreserved today?" she thought secretly.

"Okay, look! Not bad, right?" The costumer's craftsmanship is very good, and the neckline is repaired with two paper clips. The outside is not visible, but there are more folds.

"Thank you."

She squeezed a smile at the other party, and immediately followed it.

"Sorry, miss." But he was mercilessly blocked by the bodyguard, only the tall back of APLUS could be seen.

'The situation is getting better and better...After the election...The struggle has entered a new stage...The weather anchor of CBS has just voluntarily resigned...'

She heard Cochrane's words on and off. Ten million, ten million a year, initiated a lawsuit against one of the three major wireless television networks. Nger who has the courage to do this is now the only one, even the MJ Cochrane has represented. Neither and Simpson can do it, and it seems to make CBS very embarrassed.

She did her homework before coming. It is rumored that Cochrane bought the ex-wife of the CBS weather anchor and obtained some strong evidence, but she did not expect that CBS would choose to abandon the car so soon.

"Uncle Cochrane."

When their conversation came to an end, they immediately yelled sweetly. The family that I have always been proud of is really not enough in front of APLUS, but it is still useful. I have known Cochrane in social situations before, although the other party seems to be The relationship between his big-mouthed dad is very ordinary.

"Rashida?" Cochrane looked over and recognized himself, "Come with Quincy?"

"No, I'm playing in Florida, by the way...Hey! APLUS, I'm here, hehe..."

What the hell am I here?It's embarrassing to say such a thing by myself.

She felt feverish in her face.

"Oh."

APLUS looked back, but waved a hand at Mira, "Mila, where's Taraji? Forget it, don't call her, you take Rashida to the bar to play? Something, I have something to do."

What the hell is asking my ex-girlfriend to entertain me?Really annoying, are you really not interested in others?

She was frustrated immediately, but she had to seize the last chance, because APLUS had already raised her foot to leave with Cochrane, "I made a special trip to skip class." I don't believe you can play stupid.

"Not today……"

APLUS scratched his head and said back: "Tomorrow, just in time my friends in Miami will come to play, there will be a party then."

"Ok, I will be there."

Not bad, she chose to accept, "See you tomorrow?"

APLUS didn't even look at himself, only made an OK gesture, peeked his head outside the door, and then left with Cochrane surrounded by bodyguards.

"Ugh!"

The door was closed, and she sighed sadly.

"Let's go." Mira came over and invited.

"Oh."

Following Mila and her assistants, Winonika Weber and Irina Pantayeva, they left the set. In the nanny van, the two did not talk at all. She only talked to Winonika Weber and Irina Pantayeva. Baby chat.

Then maybe it was because I felt that Mira didn't seem to have a deeper relationship with her, or maybe Mira's neutral dress and conversation lowered the alarm level. After the four women arrived at the bar, "Aren't you staying together?" she took the initiative to speak. Asked.

"No, he lives on the set, and everyone else on the crew stays in the hotel."

Mira didn't say that Halle and Angelina Aker were still on the set, and even the silly girl of Brittany Murphy would be there occasionally.

"That's it."

Rashida was more relieved, and followed Mira into the bar, and saw many familiar faces that had just been seen on the set, all of whom had just arrived.

"Jared Leto too?"

She saw Jared Leto's name and the repertoire on the small blackboard at the door.

Speaking of which, when my sister had just been dating 2PAC, I didn't want to lose the "competition" between my sisters and I planned to catch Jared Leto or Xiao Li.

"Yes, his Apu Zheng Chuan crew is in the studio next door."

Mira walked to the corner of the bar and removed the sign on the small table, "Sit down, order something to eat, don't be restrained."

"Xue Linfen?"

Rashida recognized Xue Linfen in the far corner and was chatting with a gay man in Gay.

"She is the queen of the Apu Zheng Chuan crew."

Winonika Weber said, "Always here."

"queen?"

"It's just a metaphor, the producer." Winonika Webber waved her hand and called the waiter to order wine and light meals.

Xue Linfen also noticed this side at this time, and Mila nodded to each other from a distance, saying hello.

Big belly again?But it seems that the relationship with Mira is okay?

Rashida can't figure out the relationship between these women.

At this time, the phone in the bag rang, "Sorry." She took it out and saw that it was my dad's number again. She subconsciously hung up and didn't know how many missed calls it was, but after thinking about it, she answered, "Daddy ..."

"Finally sent you to Harvard, did you play absenteeism for me?"

There was a stern question from Quincy Jones.

"Just come out and relax," she replied.

"Don't play tricks, Rashida, I know where you are!"

"Fuck me, old man!"

The father and daughter were not speculative, she died in anger.

"It's really annoying!"

Quincy Jones was helpless to the phone with the beeping busy tone, and urged the driver, "Hurry up, how long will it take to get to the football stunner set?"

"It's already here." The driver rolled down the window, asked the people in the parking lot to watch the lobby, and replied: "Uh, but it seems that I need a pass."

"I'm Quincy Jones! Tell APLUS, I want to see him!"

"Sorry, I can't enter without a pass, Mr. Jones, I really can't help it."

The black security guard looked inside the car, recognized him, and answered respectfully.

Quincy Jones called Hayden again, and then made a round of calls when informed by the other party before the APLUS bodyguard trot over to put the car in.

"What are you doing here?" APLUS asked, sitting on the sofa.

This kid disrespect himself as always, "Cochrane, you are there too." I didn't care about it for the time being. Quincy Jones and Cochrane greeted him, and took a big step to open the studio lounge and transform it into There was no one inside the door of the suite, and no baby girl was caught.

"Hey! What are you doing, old man!?" APLUS yelled immediately.

In the shower room, there was the sound of water, and I pushed it away. Behind the frosted glass, a woman immediately screamed, but she could vaguely recognize her skin color. It was definitely not her daughter's wheatish color.

"The boss invites you out." Two bodyguards rushed in and put his arms around him.

"I will go by myself."

The rest room was not big, so he felt more at ease. After being thrown out the door unceremoniously, he rushed to the next door. The door that could be opened was pushed open, and the door that could not be opened was pushed open.

"Where's Rashida?" Fortunately, with no gain, he went back to question.

"Let him in."

Song Ya and Cochrane both laughed at the old man's nervousness, and motioned to Old Mike to put him in again, "I was playing on my set in the afternoon, but I don't know where I am now." He didn't know. What's wrong with the father and daughter, but it's always right to help Rashida cover.

"Keep her away from you little pervert!" Quincy Jones warned.

Song Yaxin said that if it hadn't been for the girl who looked vaguely like you, she would have rushed to me so proactively, I wouldn't be able to stop her, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in her."

"Little Nger."

Sweaty, Quincy Jones sat next to Cochrane panting, "Why are you here?"

Cochrane didn't bother to pay attention to him, and pointed to the TV. When representing the MJ case, the two had verbal conversations, and they didn't have a few good words to each other.

'A spokesperson for the Los Angeles Police said that the detention of a driver suspected of deliberately causing a car accident is completely legal, and the prosecutor has strong evidence...'

The latest development of the car accident is being chatted on the TV.

"Hehe, what else do you have besides those sixty thousand dollars? Don't think I don't know that you are abusing your relationship with Los Angeles judicial politicians, APLUS, Cochran, you shouldn't mess with this kid."

Quincy Jones sneered.

"If it's okay, you can go away." Song Ya didn't like to listen, and gave the order to drive away the guests.

"White people, those white people don’t like to see you so much. They set us a ceiling, a ceiling, okay? Don’t think that you can do whatever you want with two media, and don’t think that you have done nothing wrong. Those white people won’t unite against you."

It’s all here, I won’t let go, Quincy Jones walked to the bar with an old manner to pour himself a drink, “If they really want to kill you, they will definitely not leave such stupid evidence. The whole thing will soon be countered. Transfer to Cochrane, then you will be in trouble."

Song Ya and Cochran both laughed.

"I have been messing around for decades, and I know the virtues of those white men in Motula. Don't take my advice to ears."

This kid really didn’t seem to deal with the baby girl. Quincy Jones was in a much better mood, but he still had to show his veteran qualifications. He also thought he was really good for the other party. "Maybe it’s not so sweet when I say it, but you need to hear it. Some different voice boys, some lawyers are eager to persuade you to go to court for the sake of money. The more the better, the lawsuit with CBS should not be fought."

"You are always so annoying, Quincy."

The hinted Cochran smiled bitterly, "APLUS is different. He is already standing in front of the ceiling. With the last kick, he will stand taller than BET boss Johnson."

"Then let my life go."

Quincy Jones said, "The Los Angeles police can't hold the driver's new evidence at that time, to see how you end up! Be patient, give way, everything will pass soon."

"You won't be grateful if you let it go. I'm afraid that more will come and step on it." Sloan said after taking a shower and getting dressed.

"Then how are you going to deal with the driver's case next?" Quincy Jones asked.

"Are you here to help some people spy on intelligence, old stuff?" Song Ya cursed impatiently: "Really we are not familiar, if it weren't for the news of the song that Rashida provided for 2PAC, You can't even enter this door..."

"Little bastard! Disrespect seniors!"

"That also requires some people to be respectable."

"Stop arguing." Sloan stopped the quarrel between the two and switched the channel to a local channel in Los Angeles.

'The driver had joined a gang in the Southern District of Los Angeles in his early years. This station interviewed one of his former gang mates.'

The reporter broadcasted the report, and then the picture was shown to a black man with a blurred face. He said: "That guy has always wanted to do big votes. Back then, he was always saying that I was going to get rich. He would do earth-shattering things, the kind of news. .So when I saw him in the news, I didn't feel strange at all.'

'Many gang members like to say that.'Reporter questioned,' but he may not really do it.'

'He is different, he is serious, I can feel it.'

Sloan changed another channel. After the election, the exposure rate of this kind of news increased.'Suspect, the driver's early criminal record includes intentionally wounding people, participating in organized crime...'

This TV station interviewed the retired police officer who handled the driver's case,'I have the impression of him, he is the kind of standard street boy who is the prisoner...'

'His lawyer said he had already changed his mind.'

'That's not normal, right?I think he was actually promoted. Do you know what I mean?Some gang members will be hidden by the organization like a spy, and seem to lead a normal life, but in reality, he needs to do more important things for the organization secretly, spying on police intelligence, or being a killer.'The retired police officer replied.

'That driver was bad in his early years...'

'Happy family life is just a disguise?'

'Being suspicious...'

'Unable to explain how the driver, who had worked around Beverly Hills for many years, went weirdly on the day of the crime.'

'The residents of Beverly Hills are very concerned about this vicious case. The trucking company where the driver works and the party service company that employs it are bleak...'

Sloan changed a few more stations, similar to the same. After the Los Angeles police arrested the driver for the second time, the media bothered to question the authenticity of the case itself. Instead, they began to unearth the driver’s past and criminal motives, as in the Simpson case. It was the same at the time, as if they had become Holmes one after another.

"Because it is generally believed that the police arrested the suspect again so quickly, they must have sufficient evidence, and the media do not want to be the one with hindsight. They can dig out violent information faster than the police to get the ratings.

Sloan put down the remote control, "Although some big media remained silent, the ratings drove the small stations and tabloids to take the initiative to find evidence for us and the rationality of the arrest."

"Do you know media studies? Quincy." Song Ya asked the old man with increasingly ugly expression.

"Little Nger..." Quincy Jones was incompetent and furious.

"Hehe, as long as I can win, or I seem to be able to win, I don't have to worry about a lot of things, because at this time I have my own evidence for my use."

With a smile, Song Ya picked up the glass, "Your daughter should be in a nearby bar, not to send it."

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