Chicago 1990

In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he was still looking forward to another apocalyptic song under this situation.

It's a pity that nothing was heard except the excited cheers of the audience.

"What's the matter, the Christmas game is given, but the championship is not given?" He could only complain silently.

No way, Apocalypse is a nerve knife. I don't know when it will come. I only know that every time it comes, it fits the situation at the time.

The Bulls seemed to be celebrating in the locker room, and the security guards began to focus on the audience who rushed down the stands. "Mr. APLUS, the audience is a bit too excited. You don't want to take a break in my office and wait until the trophy is presented. ?Michael and they are opening champagne, let them celebrate a little longer."

The security manager of the stadium discovered Song Ya, and before the fans had transferred their energy to the popular singer, he hurried over to greet him.

"Uh, can I go to the locker room?" Song Ya asked.

The security manager smiled apologetically and shook his head.

"Okay." Song Ya followed to his small office.

"Do you smoke?" the security manager asked Marlboro out of the box.

Song Ya pointed to his voice and declined.

"Singers can also smoke? I remember before..." He cited a few well-known singers who have been to the stadium as examples.

Song Ya smiled and did not answer. The security manager noticed that he had no intention of talking more, so he closed his mouth wittily, and the two of them stared at the small TV in the office.

"The shooting of Little Lowry has made new progress. According to local media reports in New York, the assailant fired three shots at Little Lowry and others that night. All three bullets were shot into the air. Police are currently looking for warheads and the attacker. The driving vehicle..."

Shooting into the air, is that not going to kill Lori?

Song Ya knows that this generally represents the last warning. The gangsters show force to their opponents, indicating that I can catch you and kill you, but I am still willing to give you one last chance.

"According to an unnamed source, the conflict is most likely related to the brawl that Lori participated in last month... The other party to the conflict also had a shooting incident a few days ago, in which one person was killed. The leg was injured. According to reports, the police intentionally combined the two shootings."

Song Ya's heart sighed. The time when the other party was shot happened to be the'silencer'. After being jailed, the Uptown Records intern named Bragging Dad refused to accept mediation after being fired. He insisted on sending the'silencer' in. According to Lori's character, it is indeed possible to retaliate.

Unexpectedly, the other party was not afraid of GD. It seemed that this matter was still far from calming down. He sighed silently. Tony was still with Lori. He had known it would develop to this point, so I shouldn't care about him last time , Letting him go in for three to five years might be safer than staying with Lori now...

The phone in my pocket silently, after thinking and thinking, still didn't dial out. Since I swore to leave it alone, I don't care about it. Besides, I can't manage this kind of thing.

Crazy cheers came from outside again. He went to the sink and flushed his face, then controlled himself to make a happy expression, walked out of the office, and returned to the sidelines again.

The Bulls picked up the O'Brien Cup, and Jordan cried like a child holding the trophy.

Song Ya and the audience stood up and applauded them.

On the weekend, he performed RememberTheName with Dile and Al again at the Bulls' championship parade, and then did not follow the parade floats. Goodman called him back to the law firm, saying that he was in a hurry.

On the way, he saw a jungle fever poster outside a movie theater, "How is this movie selling?" He recalled his last time watching the movie, "I guess there is nothing like watching it, right?"

"On the contrary." Hayden smiled. "The first week's box office was over 7.9 million."

"A 14 million investment movie, is this a good result?" Song Ya asked.

"There are only more than 600 theaters showing this film, and the box office of the single theater is $12,000. This is a very good result." Hayden Cop said: "It is more than enough to recover the cost of the theater screening alone."

"SHXT, that big mouth will definitely be more arrogant in the future." Song Ya was a little disappointed, "I told him last time that black movies don't make money. Will he use it to demean me again?"

Hayden shrugged. "It's up to fate. With the nominations and awards in Cannes, it is difficult to lose money for his films. Cannes generally only has the best actor and actress award, but this time it set a special exception for Samuel Jackson's performance. The Best Supporting Actor Award. With this gimmick, many people enter the theater to see how amazing Samuel Jackson’s performance is."

"It can only be so." Song Ya sighed.

"Call me back..."

Outside Goodman's office, he saw two white men in their thirties in suits waiting there.

"The two outside are the FBI." Goodman was a little nervous, and when Song Ya entered, he immediately closed the door, "They came for Little Lori."

"What? Why did you come to me?" Song Ya was also surprised.

"I don't know." Goodman pointed to the tape recorder on the table. "You will be careful when you speak. I will remind you what questions you can answer. Speak at a slower rate for every sentence so I can intervene at any time."

"Wait, don't I have the right not to accept the police's inquiry?" Song Ya asked.

"Yes, you have the right, but if there is nothing to be afraid of, the FBI's questioning is generally better to cooperate." Goodman explained, "Otherwise not only will the FBI's attention be drawn to you, they will also find other The means cause trouble for you, and the gain is not worth the loss. They have more power than the police."

"Ugh."

Song Ya sighed and sat behind Goodman's desk. Goodman opened the door to let the two FBI agents in.

"Mr. APLUS, when did you meet Little Lori?"

The opponent really came for the shooting of Little Lori.

"Who is Tony from you?"

"You are a big star, but your cousin is in the hands of Lori?"

"The collaboration between you and Lori..."

According to Goodman, FBI agents have all received professional training in idioms, and he couldn't help but cope with the spirit of 120,000 points. While vomiting a few words, he always observed Goodman's expression.

"You all have GD background?" After a few simple questions, the other party suddenly attacked.

"I don't understand you..." Song Ya was halfway through~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Goodman raised his hand and hinted, he stopped immediately.

"Mr. Agents, please don't use leading questions to my customers. We have said before, otherwise I will immediately stop the inquiry." Goodman said.

"Well, you all worked at Old Joe Music, right?"

"How do you collaborate with Old Joe Music?"

"We have a demo of the song, is it convenient to listen to it?"

The two agents took out the cassette and small tape recorder and started playing.

"Yeah! I'm GD's child, Amelica allows me to break through, and whoever dares to offend me, just ask him to take a shot..."

It’s the voice of Little Lori. I’ve heard from Tony. His second album does seem to be about to transform into gangster rap, but it still sings as bad as ever. "The Nancheng basketball court is full of memories. APLUS was staggered by me. ..."

"..."