Chicago 1990

Seattle, Old Tony just woke up.

"Shxt!"

Another hangover, headache! He looked around, oh, it turned out to be the VIP bag of the strip bar, the dark red color here does not know the day and night, the muffler is also around him, sleeping like a dead pig.

"what time is it?"

He got up and kicked the muffler. He didn't respond. He found the phone on a messy coffee table full of bottles and glasses, and it was dead.

"Anyone?" He stretched out and called to the little brother.

"Boss."

The two attendants appeared at the door of Dabao, both with a wilting look and yawning.

"Where are Brenda and them?" he asked.

"Leave early, she said it was boring hehe." The attendant smirked: "You really have Tony, bring the actress to this place."

"What's the matter? Oh, nothing, just treat her as a man, she has a very good personality." Tony waved indifferently.

"Yeah, she paid the wine bill before leaving." said the attendant.

"Look, I said it."

The wine bill was paid, and the performance money... Tony found his LV travel bag from the circular deck, and the bag opened wide. Except for a few single-dollar bills, it was empty, that is, it was already paid, and it was full when it came. Well, it’s all in bundles, a small amount of high denominations, he, the silencer and the two attendants kept sprinkling them during the girls’ performances, and now it’s so popular, the green bill rain is next to the curvy black girl. Flying all over the sky, he feels refreshed.

There were some scattered on the ground, "Then go back to the hotel."

Too lazy to pick it up, threw the empty bag to the attendant, "Wake up the silencer and we will go."

When I got out of the box, it was almost noon. I sat down at the bar in the empty lobby. The bartender had already left work. The tall black boss personally cleaned it up at the bar in front of the steel pipe. "Yo, come here with a glass of soda, I'm so thirsty." He said. Snapped his fingers.

"M-fxxk we usually don't keep guests after closing, Tony."

Said the bar owner. Being able to open this kind of shop is naturally a very energetic guy in the neighborhood. He speaks very badly, took out the cup, added ice cubes and soda, and then skillfully started squeezing lemon juice, "Brenda sang very perfunctorily last night. The guests are not satisfied."

"Hey, in Seattle, I only come to you."

Tony grabbed the water glass that had slipped from the bar, and gestured to the old dilapidated bar around him, "If it wasn't for everyone's familiarity, you don't want to invite Brenda."

"So you are Brenda's agent now?" the boss asked.

"No, just tell me about the business with friends. She often visits me when she comes to the West Coast, San Francisco, Los Angeles, here..."

Tony brags.

"When will I bring APLUS here?" the boss asked: "I will prepare the best show to entertain him."

"what!"

Tony sang, "He is going to sing a song now..."

"Uh, I can't afford his appearance fee." The boss hurriedly interrupted, "Just to play, party... and then take a photo or something, so I can put it on the photo wall. Tony, he won't stop giving you Face, right?"

"Of course, he is my brother!"

Tony patted his chest. "In a word, I will look for a chance when he comes to Seattle."

"OK, then I'll wait for your news..."

The two were chatting, and a shift bar security came in from the door, "Hey, Tony, why are you still here? Aren't you afraid?"

"afraid?"

Tony was upset, "Fxxkyou, what do I need to be afraid of?"

It happened that the two attendants and the silencer came to meet, and heard Tony swearing, they immediately surrounded the security group.

"What's wrong with you?!" The boss nodded his head and ordered his ignorant subordinates, "Apologize to our distinguished guest."

"I'm doing him well."

The young black security guard took out the radio in his arms and took off the headphone cable. "Listen, Tony, everyone is saying today that your brother sent a gunman to kill 2PAC."

"It's boring, the suspect who killed 2PAC can line up from here to the door of the bar..."

Tony has always been thick and thin, denying it, but actually listening.

The black voice came out on the radio, "Maybe it’s not the East Coast, maybe not Sugonite. Why did Sugonite act on the most popular celebrity under his banner? Huh? He and 2PAC have a relationship and stick to each other every day. I suspected that they were **** for a while! Yesterday, the white people on CBS had the right idea, maybe it was APLUS. The dead GD gunman named Sinaloa? I used to dare to be in the blood gang in Compton The radio was openly shooting downstairs. Think about it, what else can Chicagoans not do?"

"APLUS is unnecessary. He almost doesn't even mix up the rap circle. He writes rock and roll for David Bowie. I heard that there will be a new symphony in December, symphony brother... he is still so rich."

Black DJ, a well-known music station in Seattle, retorted, "If I were he, he wouldn't do it. 2PAC was DISS him, but then the sentence in the official version of the lyrics disappeared. The character of 2PAC... It's hard to come by, the contradiction between them is not that big."

"Who knows, isn't there a sentence in detective novels? The most unlikely thing you think is often the real murderer. APLUS has almost never officially started Beef with other singers since debut, so 2PAC even scolded him, especially He and Mariah Carey’s child was just born, and the 2PAC lyrics happened to say "I want your child to grow up."... So he became murderous. Murder may be like eating and drinking to him. Just a reason is enough. I heard that Sinaloa, who helped him kill so many people, was killed because he wanted to sell him to the FBI."

This radio guest dared to say: "If I have hundreds of millions of net worth, I would dare to do it, of course I don't..."

"Haha, don't you have a door on your mouth?" the host smiled.

"I, uh, I just... think of what to say."

"Okay, okay, the advertising time is up, don't go away, come back soon!"

"Shxt! Nonsense!" Tony cursed and turned off the radio. "You just said that all the murders in the United States were done by Alex."

"Tony, people from the Seattle Blood Gang sometimes come to me at night."

The boss kindly reminded, "Many of their young people vowed to avenge 2PAC."

"So I said I'm doing it for you, Tony, you GD can't beat the blood gang now, let alone the West Coast." The security guard laughed: "It's not a few years ago."

"Do you know GD so much? Huh? If you like to talk, it is better to talk more!"

Tony pushed the wink young man staggered, "Fxxk! I'm not afraid of blood gangs, I will come tonight!"

He grabbed the follower who wanted to punch him, "I don't want to punch you here, kid! Silencer, let's go!"

When he went out, he sent his attendants to Brendan to say hello and help. He drove directly to the airport with the silencer and bought a few tabloids to board the flight to New York.

"Alex! It's spread all over the West Coast now!"

He shouted loudly and rushed into Song Ya's house in Tribeca, "Many people say you did the 2PAC thing!"

"Quietly!"

Song Ya winked at him dissatisfied, "M-fxxk Xiao Leijia finally fell asleep." He was holding his son cautiously, hooting around in the study, "Also, keep your phone at all times. Smooth, this is very important, especially in this situation. I reminded you earlier..."

"My. I heard that some blood gangs..."

Tony admits his mistake and lowers his voice. Halfway through the conversation, he realizes that there is a fashionable mixed-race beauty next to him. He really convinced this **** brother, and now he still has a heart...

"Don't take Ya Li seriously, young gang members are easily incited to do stupid things." He didn't understand Song Ya's wink and continued to persuade him.

"I didn't take it seriously, did I? Rashida?" Song Ya had to point out the woman's identity on purpose.

"Rashida? Rashida Jones?"

Tony only then realized that the mixed-race girl was the daughter of Quincy Jones and the sister of 2PAC girlfriend Kidada Jones.

"Hello, Tony."

Rashida Jones smiled generously and shook hands with Tony.

"Go out, go out first." Song Ya drove people out.

"Well, I'm here with the silencer anyway, I think you need someone by your side at this time." Tony scratched his head and walked out.

Not bad, it’s very reliable at the critical moment, "I know, the guest room is reserved for you two, a small one, it’s squeezed for a moment. There are a lot of people living here today."

"Yeah, much smaller than Bedford Heights." Tony murmured and closed the door from the outside.

Song Ya rolled his eyes.

"Bedford Heights, your ex-wife's decoration taste is really... hard to say." Rashida Jones has also been there.

"Ha ha."

Song Ya didn't want to talk about these topics with her. The two didn't have a pleasant conversation before, "2PAC mom doesn't want to help me for the time being, so your sister is willing? What does she know? It's better to have stronger evidence."

"She doesn't want to, but my dad will convince her."

Rashida Jones brought Quincy Jones to bid, "It depends on whether you want it or not."

"What are the conditions for that old thing?"

"Hey! You can't call him that after you want to help!" Rashida Jones protested.

"..."

Of course I want to help. If 2PAC’s real girlfriend is willing to help me clarify, he can really calm down 2PAC fans’ suspicions at this moment, although Kidada Jones himself is a super big mouth, "Well, I apologize, Mr. Jones, Is it okay?" So he said a soft word of no money.

"Humph!"

Rashida Jones also got up arrogantly, "He wants to give up his antagonism and cooperate with you, which is probably similar to the new relationship between BoyzIIman and BABYFACE, how about it?"

BoyzIIman’s new record contract just came out today. The four of them have formed a Philadelphia Stony Brook Records company. The release contract is likely to be signed to Epic Records, which is a subsidiary of Sony Columbia Records. At the same time, Philadelphia Stony Brook Records will let LAFACE Records holds approximately 20% of the shares in order to maintain a long-term relationship with the two gold medal producers of LAFACE Records, BABYFACE and LAReid.

"That old thing is dreaming?"

Song Ya was surprised that the other party's lion opened his mouth, and the honorific name he had just changed was gone, "He doesn't really want to take 20% of the A+ record for nothing? I don't rely on others to write songs."

"It's not that he doesn't pay, he has money."

Rashida Jones replied triumphantly: "It's not JIVE Records, but using his Q Records under Warner's name, and at the same time introduces you to the Warner family. Believe us, Time Warner Group's media energy is what you need most now."

"How much do you pay?"

"Q records 10 million and 20%, Warner Records 30 million takes the remaining 30%, and the release agreement of A+ records." Rashida Jones replied, and the father and daughter were very thief. "He said that you will have an impression of this number. You almost worked together before."

"Ha ha."

Don’t say that I made more than 50 million for myself last year. The valuation of A+ Records, which has a higher total revenue, cannot be only 100 million. Even if the recording industry gets worse and worse, it’s too low. Why should Quincy Jones take advantage of the fire? ? Ten million is the price that the old guy wanted to sign a five-year contract with him when he first debuted. After a few years, his greedy nature has not changed at all, so I am embarrassed to send my daughter to talk about old things...

Song Ya sneered, "Sorry, this condition is too harsh, I never accept blackmail."

"But we will be of great help to you, are you in trouble now?" Rashida Jones still sneered.

"I don't think there is a big deal about a murder suspect. I am immune long ago. This time it is the same. It will be fine after a while. Anyway, it was not me. Unless...you heard something else."

Song Ya's rhetoric.

"I don't know that."

Rashida Jones deliberately went to hold the doorknob, as if to leave, "Decide as soon as possible, I will rush back to Harvard for class tomorrow."

"So you can't get along with VIBE magazine and have to go to Harvard?"

Song Ya interrupted. After 2PAC was killed, Quincy Jones was terrified and sent his son who was signed on death row records to Europe. The girlfriend of 2PAC, the eldest daughter Kidada Jones, was taken back to his home in Chicago. It is strictly forbidden to see reporters, and now the younger daughter is not allowed. I got mixed up in the media circle and went straight into the university campus.

"I have to? You from the University of Chicago..." Rashida Jones was furious.

"Go back and tell your father that I will not accept threats."

Why do you really take yourself seriously? It’s almost like eating a fly...No, it’s just as disgusting as a fly. Song Ya hugged Xiao Leijia and walked up to her, and said coldly: "I won’t eat his set when I was fifteen. Can solve all troubles and enemies in my way."

"Arrogant! Narcissism!" Rashida Jones looked up and confronted him very hard, but looked away before three seconds passed.

"Humph..."

Why is your face red? Song Ya simply moved closer, the noses of the two were almost touching, uh...

No, although she is very beautiful, she has inherited more of the looks of a white mother, with a melon-seeded face and a pointed chin like a vixen, but...

I can still vaguely see a little shadow of the old face of Quincy Jones. This is really not good. When I think of turning over at night, I suddenly see the portrait of Quincy Jones by the pillow... I can't pass the psychological level at all.

After a rapid leap of thinking, he lost his interest. He straightened up and turned around, and continued to coax his baby son.

"My sister can really help you, APLUS." She said leisurely behind her back.

"For so many years, your father still doesn't understand me." Song Ya ignored this.

"You can do it yourself." She mumbled and opened the door and left.

Rashida’s feelings were completely different. When she returned to her high-rise apartment in the Upper West Side, the handsome face that was close at hand was still lingering in her mind, stubborn and strong masculinity, and the patience and tenderness of coaxing children. ...

"After all, it's Nger, don't be so useless Rashida."

She encouraged herself with her hot face, but in her mind she fantasized about holding hands with him on the street and made the headlines of all newspapers and magazines...

"Damn it!"

She discovered that she had forgotten to turn off the TV when she went out, and she didn't know whether it was cursing her own obliviousness or nonsense. She walked over to take the remote control, and suddenly found that news related to him was being broadcast on the TV, so she stopped and watched for a while.

"Oh……"

The more she looked, the more blurred her eyes became, and finally she suddenly leaned weakly against the wall.

At this time in the Upper East Side, Motura had just sent Anthony Pellicano out of his home, and after returning, he began to call to ask for a relationship, and he will be the hero of CBS's documentary, Big Pelo, for major news and documentary awards next year. Nomination.

"Ok?"

From the corner of his eye, I saw a familiar face on the TV screen. The top black lawyer, Cochrane, seemed to be being interviewed by reporters, so he turned off the mute set just now for the phone conversation.

"Yes, I just accepted the official commission of APLUS to send the CBS music channel to the dock ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ because of that documentary that is inappropriate and completely inconsistent with the facts."

Cochrane talked in front of the camera.

"We know that you are often responsible for major cases of African-American stars, such as OJ Simpson. Does this also mean that APLUS believes that the murder of 2PAC is a big trouble for him? That documentary just raised a possibility... "

A reporter asked badly.

"Many small and medium-sized media speak too much!" Some reporters shouted from behind.

"But CBS shouldn't. Our moral requirements should be higher, right?" Cochrane replied.

"Moral? You know that this kind of lawsuit can be difficult to win, right?" another reporter shouted, "Based on the First Amendment..."

"APLUS believes that as one of the most influential and financially powerful African-Americans, he has the obligation to stand up and stop the long-term, malicious speculation and metaphorical cold violence and persecution of minorities in various columns of large TV networks..."

Cochrane rightly said, "I hope I can help him and all the people get a good case this time."

"Jurisprudence? How long do you want to fight the lawsuit without reconciliation?" the reporter asked keenly.

"There is no reconciliation option for the time being. We will continue to fight until we get the fair result we want." Cochrane replied.

"Ha! How much did you charge for APLUS this time? How about the Simpson case and the MJ case? Legend has it that you only cost him tens of millions of lawyers' fees for the MJ case!" a reporter shouted.

"Sorry, I have no comment on the case of other agents. But this time APLUS and I are willing to make it public. Ten million, and the agency fee he paid my law firm is ten million."

Cochrane looked straight into the camera, "One year."

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