Chicago 1990

"1997! Me! Dr. Dre! Will create my own dynasty! Aftermath record!"

The ambitious Derui quickly drank and became the center of the party. Maybe it was to vent his life in hiding? He punched his chest with one fist and kept chanting the slogan of looking forward to a better future.

"Roar! Roar!"

A group of old blacks, including Snoop Dogg and NAS, surrounded him and raised their arms very excitedly.

"Doggo, NAS..."

Derry choked and hugged the shoulders of the two of them. "Brother, we will definitely succeed!"

"Yay!"

Snoopy's dog's face distorted and loudly agreed. He hadn't defected with Derry because of counseling before. Now, as Sugnet's pressure is no longer, the old brothers are reunited. It seems that this knot has been repaired. .

"NAS has also learned to lie to me. It seems that he has long been secretly engaged with Derry."

Through the crack in the door, Song Ya, who was hiding in the room, watched this scene coldly, and said softly: "NAS administrator Newman also has no sound of wind."

"It's normal. Derry's whereabouts cannot be known by Sughnet. Morally, both NAS and Newman must help keep it secret before the danger is lifted."

Hayden, who had just arrived in New York, replied: "NAS will release a rap group album next year in Derui's new company."

"In any case, this is a bad sign." Song Ya felt a little betrayed.

"You will leave Sony Columbia Records next year. As your friend, NAS also has to find a way for itself."

Hayden said: "His new group TheFirm will bring your FoxyBrown, as the only female singer, this is very beneficial to FoxyBrown's career prospects, count him and Newman for showing us good."

"Maybe they want to take the opportunity to dig someone from me." Song Ya was suspicious.

"Derui? He didn't dare. He finally escaped from the squeeze of Big E and Sugnet for a whole decade. For the first time in his life, he had his own record company. How could he provoke the King of Chicago for no reason? "

Hayden said with a smile: "The TheFirm's combination situation is similar to that of the Wudang Gang. Most of the time they fly solo, and get together before and after the post to give full play to their advantages."

Song Ya frowned and glanced back at him, "You always think things too optimistically, just like flowers in a greenhouse."

This is not a good thing for the agent, Hayden immediately became frightened, "Uh, I just think Derry and NAS are not... they are not real bandits."

"It's terrible for the honest man to burst out suddenly, Hayden."

Song Ya stared at Derry, who was dancing forehand, "If he signs another distributor, it’s the record? Doesn’t that mean nothing has changed? Only the squeeze of Sugnet’s death row record is taken between him and the record. His middlemen... they should have negotiated the preparation plan for the new record company before the death of 2PAC, otherwise they would not move so fast."

He said: "Isn't there a saying? Whoever benefits, who is the suspect, among the beneficiaries of the 2PAC shooting, death row records, and Sugnet’s collapse, apart from bragging father’s bad boy records and records, there is nothing left. It was him who had a basis for collusion. Derry came to me, indicating that he knew very well that I was not behind the murder of 2PAC, so does it mean that he knew who was the real murderer?"

"Nadrei should kill Sugnat, not 2PAC."

Hayden said, "As for he doesn't doubt you, it's easy to explain. He should know the song that DISS you in 2PAC's posthumous work, but at the same time cleans up the suspected song for you."

"From the results, it looks the same, and Iowen, the co-founder of the record, is from the Red Hook District of Brooklyn, New York, and is of Italian origin..."

As soon as the suspicion sprouted, Song Ya murmured to herself: "Originally, 2PAC was a singer under his family. However, 2PAC was grateful for Sugonite’s help and switched to the game. A lot of money left...I heard that the California Recording Industry unanimously believes that Iowen is a grumpy guy with the so-called'cruel honesty' quality. Encouraging the 2PAC mother to **** the copyright of 2PAC's past recordings and posthumous works, intending to leave Sugnett aside The one who released 2PAC’s new collection album was also the one Iowen."

"Last year, the war between the east and west coasts caused a great negative perception in society. Warner Music was forced to give up 50% of the record. The price that Universal took over was 120 million."

Hayden said: "Also in an extremely unfavorable external environment, Universal is only willing to pay 80 million for half of A+ records. In addition to the distribution rights of death row records, the record also has singers such as rock star Marilyn Manson, and Part of the West Coast distribution rights for U2..."

"What are you trying to say?" Song Ya asked impatiently.

"I mean, Iowen is very valuable as the founder of the record. According to Universal's valuation last year, he has at least tens of millions of assets. There is no need to get involved in the messy vendetta by African-American street singers. Take a step back. , Even if he is really involved, then we, as unrelated personnel, shouldn’t dig deeper. He will harm him and make enemies in vain. After all, next year everyone will live under the same global roof..."

Hayden persuaded, "Let Sugernett have a headache, APLUS."

Song Ya thought about it, and finally didn't worry about it anymore, closed the door, "Talk to business, Hayden, I heard that your new home in Beverly Hills is next door to Amy Adams?"

"Hey..."

Hayden smiled embarrassedly, "It's not as expensive as Amy's, the location is a little bit smaller, and it's also smaller. The two houses are sold together and the agency has a discount."

"Is the decoration finished?" Song Ya asked.

"The original owner's home decoration is very good, and I don't have the money to get it again, and I have to pay back the mortgage... It was simply repaired." Hayden replied.

"Well, that's the case. I plan to send Harry an apartment in a hurry, but if it's a lot worse than Amy, I feel a little sorry."

Song Ya sat in front of the computer and typed while hinting.

"Uh, okay, I... I'll look for it when I return to Los Angeles..." Hayden actually guessed it, but there was a silver lining.

"Don't M-fxxk pretending to be a fool! Calculate the money and I will write the check."

Song Ya gave no chance.

"My wife will kill me..." Hayden pleaded crying behind his ass.

"No matter how disappointing you William Morris is, I want to kill you."

Rolling his eyes at him, Song Ya vented his dissatisfaction, "I still need to wear a body armor when I go out!"

"We got Wesley Snipes, and Xue Linfen's ex-boyfriend, the photographer, etc..."

Hayden retorted: "Have you discovered recently that the attacks on you by various media and the people who exploded you before have disappeared? That is because we are doing a lot of work silently, and forcing Oprah to bow his head... …"

"Isn't it because the election day is approaching!?"

Song Ya yelled at him, "Don't play tricks with me, Hayden! Ms. Sloan told me that the media that smeared me were taking the initiative to reduce my exposure. They now use the form of newsletters and occasionally broadcast news about me. All kinds of lawsuits. All music sued Amerika Music website, the **** of Ellie, A+CN discriminated against white job applicants, Tony assaulted Connie’s ex-boyfriend and was suspected of car robbing, etc., every time there is any small update, they all I won't let it go. Most of the traditional media can't find any positive news about me. If this goes on... No, I'm already getting angry. You might as well do as much as Sloan alone!"

"We are indeed working 120 minutes to APLUS." Hayden pleaded again: "Donovan is running around inside Paramount."

"Where is Motura's black material?"

"Yes, we have collected a lot, most of which are his entanglements with women of all walks of life over the years, even after divorce within marriage."

"Oh my God! That's an **** for a record executive!"

Song Ya was almost helpless, "His relationship with the Mafia, or tax evasion, murder, and even some seemingly stupid actions are more effective than sleeping women."

"He is a senior record industry executive, he is usually very careful, his professional experience is innocent, and he has recently been simple...Although he has a lot of contacts with Italians in the entertainment industry, the so-called affiliation with the Mafia is currently only a rumor, and it is difficult to get it. Conclusive evidence."

Hayden can only keep explaining, "Please trust us William Morris~www.wuxiaspot.com~ as long as he does, we will find out."

"A little problem."

Old Mike opened the door and tilted his head to signal.

It just so happened that I didn’t know if I was tortured with William Morris, "Give me a report of your workload during this period, schedule, how many people are busy with my business, and what are you doing? I want to check!" Song Ya also Don't want to say some unnecessary threats of termination, leave a word and follow Old Mike to the monitoring room.

"It's normal for them to carry guns."

In the surveillance screen, there are a few attendants brought by Derui and NAS in the parking lot downstairs in Tribeca. They smoke and chat near the car. There is a guy who has a bad shirt and a black gun in his waist. The handle, something like the handle of a gun, cannot be captured clearly by the surveillance camera, and the guy kept moving.

"As long as the ones that come up are clean, but these people are not." Old Mike said.

"I shouldn't **** hold this party."

Song Ya was very suspicious, "You only have to wait for them to leave with the boss, don't let it go. By the way, Mike..."

He said: "I plan to fly to Los Angeles before I go to Florida. Amy's new movie is about to start painting on the 30th."

"Do you want to attend the premiere?" Old Mike asked.

"No, I'll just...send Amy and Hallie to such a big house, it always feels weird to be absent..."

Surprise, it's a shame not to be able to see Amy and Halle in surprise, "Okay? It's not a definite itinerary, right?"

"Not in public." Old Mike confirmed.

"Not in public." Song Ya nodded, "I will stay in Beverly Hills and not go anywhere."

"All right, I'll arrange it right away." Old Mike couldn't refuse his watery hopeful eyes, and agreed.

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