Chicago 1990

　　 The next day, Song Ya was in the first row of the protest, with Michelle’s little boyfriend on the left and Pastor Allison on the right. Everyone walked slowly, holding their elbows. Behind them was a crowd of people who couldn't see the side, with flags and various anti-discrimination slogans written on them, and many people carried placards made from wooden strips and cardboard shells.

　　 The reporters and photographers carried long guns and short cannons, retreating and shooting. Both sides of the road were full of police officers and volunteers maintaining order.

　　 In order to make the public feel close, Song Ya wore an ordinary suit and white shirt today, with only a little make-up, his face was solemn, and his mouth moved in response to the slogan, with a very focused expression.

　　 Of course, this does not prevent him from turning his mind to other thoughts.

　　 Big Kenneth seems to have been fooled by himself for a while, but there are some flaws in it. Lockhard and Gardner’s law firm represented Tony’s case, and then took over the legal affairs of A+ Audio Company. This is easy to find, although not many people seem to know the Cook County State Attorney Peter Flock’s The wife is in that law firm, but Alicia Flock has defended Tony, which is easy to find.

　　 Maybe Kenneth has no way to know this, but Pablo...

　　 Even if Pablo didn't know it, Barron, the black gold lawyer he hired for Lori, must know it as a person in the legal circle. Pablo was able to talk to Kenneth, and he could only hope that the other party was all for Tony's sake and concealed it for himself.

　　 "Maybe I should have a breath with Pablo first..."

Little Lori is back today. Pablo should be by his side. For celebrities and politicians, this kind of activity is a great opportunity to gain prestige. Especially this time when the black community is full of reason, it can be described as a hundred Benefits but no harm. Song Ya leaned back a little bit. Little Lori was not seen in the long first-row queue. He did not follow the same route as Song Ya. Song Ya’s team was full of politicians, equal rights activists, and Pastors, that should be mixed with stars such as Quincy Jones.

　　 Good order can be maintained early in the morning. At nine or ten o'clock in the morning, many men in a hurry will leave the team one after another, walk through the police man’s wall, and then unzip the zipper at the back of the person and hit the wall. They caused greater chaos to the team, and then those who left in a hurry, deliberately making trouble, or fearing that the world would not be chaotic, especially young blacks in their teens and 20s, began to shout more radical slogans in the back row, watching The dazzling array of goods in the shops on both sides of the road shined brightly.

　　 "FXXX! Those little bastards!"

　　 Pastor Allison looked back frequently. As one of the most influential religious figures in South City, he knew too much about the black community. "Can't wait anymore, go to Grant Park!" he shouted to Michelle and others.

　　 The photos and videos were almost recorded, and the face was well exposed. Michel and other organizers got together and discussed for a while, decided to shorten the itinerary and went directly to Grant Park to join the other teams.

　　 Song Ya followed them and entered Grant Park at eleven o'clock. The crowd gathered in front of the temporarily constructed stage and began to chant slogans, and order was controlled again.

　　 Allison let out a sigh of relief, "Okay, let's do it for the time being. I'll start distributing food and water later. Don't let the gangsters go hungry, or something will happen."

　　 Song Ya followed Michelle and others and began to evacuate.

　　 "There is your donation here, thank you APLUS." Michelle pointed to the boxes of hot dogs wrapped in aluminum foil carried by the volunteers and said, Song Ya donated 30,000 dollars for this event.

　　 "A little bit of a small contribution."

　　 Song Ya answered with a smile. Of course, he would not eat hot dogs with ordinary people here. It was not that his mouth had changed, but as a star, it didn't matter if he appeared on stage. If he appeared offstage, it would easily cause a large-scale commotion. Now that the teams have not all joined, Grant Park has not many people, so I have to leave quickly.

　　 Saying goodbye to Michelle and others, he got into Hayden's car outside the park.

　　 "Quincy Jones is looking for you." Hayden handed over the phone.

　　 Song Ya checked the pager he was carrying with him, and indeed there were the cell phone numbers of Quincy Jones, Lori and others.

　　 He returned a few calls and asked Hayden to drive to a nearby five-star hotel.

　　 The two took the elevator to the door of a presidential suite on the top floor and saw the familiar team of Tony, AK, ‘Muffler’ and other stars.

　　 "Hey! My good brother." Tony came over to hug him, and then everyone fisted again.

　　 "You haven't caused trouble recently, right?" Song Ya asked.

　　 "No, how dare I." Tony smiled hippiely.

"Don't make trouble, be good." Song Ya walked into the room. Inside, Lori was playing baccarat with a few black stars around the table. Judging from the high pile of cash on the table, they played quite well. Big.

　　 Little Lori saw him stretch out his fist, and the other stars recognized him after the two punched them, "Hey, APLUS!"

　　 Others, Songya, only recognized one Will Smith. The other party has been shortlisted for the Grammys this year. It seems that they have been shortlisted for three consecutive years. The 31st Grammys the year before last also won the Best Rap Performance Award. However, this guy seems to be an uncountable spender like Lori. Last year, it was reported that he was on the verge of bankruptcy. Now he does not know that he would bet so big without solving the economic problem. He is currently messing with Quincy Jones.

　　 After saying hello to them, "APLUS, here." Quincy Jones waved at him from the balcony.

　　 Song Ya used to, the balcony of the presidential suite was invincible, overlooking Grant Park in the distance. Older people such as Quincy Jones and Pablo sat on the lounge chairs and enjoyed wine and chat leisurely. These guys didn't know whether they were here to participate in the protests or on vacation. They were more perfunctory than Songya.

　　 Song Ya found a place to sit down, took the wine glass handed by Pablo, and socialized first, "Uh, I want to talk to you about something, would it be convenient."

　　 Pablo nodded, and the two walked into the study.

　　 "Uh, the boss came to me yesterday." Song Ya said under cover.

　　 "It's okay, you are also for Tony, I know what to say to the boss." Pablo is very loyal at this point, "Quincy Jones seems to have an idea about your record company, be careful." He whispered.

　　 "Oh?" Song Ya was secretly surprised, and returned to the balcony with Pablo. After a while, Quincy Jones asked for a separate talk.

　　 The top figure in the black music industry is also first-class. Without a word, he actually proposed to buy Song Ya's A+ record for $10 million. Of course, it comes with Song Ya's five-year singer contract.

"Your first album and Columbia Records signed a distribution agreement, right?" Quincy Jones said: "If I buy your record company, you can get rid of the tedious company affairs, concentrate on making the first album, and then the remaining two albums. It will be completed in five years. Don’t worry, I’m a star maker, MJ, Will Smith, and the guys who recently got the Grammys, all supported by me..."

　　 He didn’t know where he learned about Song Ya’s loan from the bank, “You will cash it out after signing the contract. You don’t have to find money all over the world anymore.”

However, he seems to regard Song Ya as a big-handed person like Lori and Will Smith. In addition to frequently mentioning the ten million, he also hinted at his influence on the Grammy jury, "With me Signing, you will never be the same as this year, and you won’t get nothing at the Grammys."

　　 As a traveler, Song Ya would not sign this kind of contract with someone, ten million dollars for five years? Send a beggar! Even if the opponent is Quincy Jones, who is known as the Grammy harvester, it won't work, he decisively declined.

"I plan to..." Quincy Jones pointed to the celebrities playing cards in the living room. "Take this opportunity to gather a group of celebrities to make an anti-discrimination classic song, just like MJ’s Wearetheworld back then, that song was also made by me. The influence spreads all over the world. Sign with me and count you as a share~www.wuxiaspot.com~ how about?"

　　 Quincy Jones added another condition.

　　 Song Ya still shook his head, "Sorry, I just want to make my own music."

　　 Quincy Jones expressed his understanding, and returned to the balcony with Song Ya kindly. As for what he thought in his heart, he didn't know what he thought. He was not the kind of person who was full of joy and anger like Lori.

　　 In the evening, Song Ya returned to the stage backstage in Grant Park. He didn't have any repertoire suitable for this occasion. He would only come to the stage with everyone in the final stage, and by the way, brush up a wave of presence in front of the media.

　　 "In 1966, Dr. King's "Where Are We Going" was published. Here we successfully held a rally against the Vietnam War and anti-racial discrimination..."

　　 "In 1986, we were here again..."

　　 Pastor Allison on the stage is giving an impassioned speech.

　　 Song Ya listened, and there was another melody in his mind.

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