Chicago 1990

At 9:25 pm on August 6, "Welcome back... At 4 pm, the well-known musician APLUS was located downstairs at A+ Records in Chicago. A woman claimed that her father had disappeared after being taken away by APLUS bodyguards. Media attention. A+ Records then took the initiative to call the police. At present, the woman has been taken away by the police for questioning. APLUS’s personal lawyer subsequently issued a brief statement..."

Song Ya's office was full of people, all staring at the TV intently. The logo on the screen was CBS.

Hamlin Howard appeared in front of the camera in the background of the building where A+ Records is located, and said: "Mr. APLUS deeply sympathizes with Miss Fiona and hopes that she can get together with her father as soon as possible. He has instructed his personal bodyguard to cooperate with the police. Investigate the case, but reserves the right to pursue the false accusations made by Ms. Fiona, and may formally claim damages for reputational damage in the next few days..."

"You are photogenic, Hamlin." Goodman quipped.

"Small scene." Hamlin Howard smiled.

"Five o'clock..." The news continued, "Several local police officers entered the building of A+ Records Company to question APLUS's bodyguards. At 5:40, the officers left. Then the local police spokesperson claimed that there was no evidence. Allegations that the disappearance of the lady’s father was related to APLUS’s bodyguards. The case has temporarily come to an end and this station will continue to follow up and report on this matter...

The news screen ends with Frank Gallagher's portrait.

"This homeless man is at the peak of his life. A face full of rascals appeared on a wireless station covering the entire meter." Hayden turned off the TV.

Song Ya tilted his head towards Dilai and signaled, "Let's go out." Dilai took Al, Taraji and others away.

In addition to Hayden, Goodman, Hamlin, and Old Mike, there is a white man with a flower bow tie, Peter Flock's campaign manager, Eli.

"Thank you, Eli, I was really a little overwhelmed that afternoon." Song Ya thanked him.

"Crisis always comes as fast as a rainstorm, right?" Eli smiled.

"Pouring rain..."

Song Ya saw Frank Gallagher’s daughter appearing on the live broadcast screen of the local TV station in the afternoon. When she cried out in tears, she was really a little bit arrogant. He thought of Eli, who had a relationship with him. He is a well-known local crisis publicist and As an assistant candidate, Peter Flock, with his help, has recently been re-elected as the Cook County State Attorney.

Song Ya didn't want to wait for William Morris, who was moving slowly, but immediately dialed Eli's phone. It was a panic, but the result was good.

"What shall we do next?" He said to Eli, "We are all up to you."

"First, fire fighting operations must be carried out through credible big media or public figures, just like CBS just now, you and your subordinates must never have any contact with tabloids and small TV stations!"

"Second, your plan to fight back against SBK through racial discrimination is quickly cancelled! After being linked to the criminal case, all your actions to open up other public opinion battlefields will be regarded by the public as trying to cover up the facts. Don't take a chance! "

"Third, quickly find the tramp! Only after we find him or others find him, we will have a chance to fight back."

"Fourth, I hope that those who discredit you will seize this good opportunity to direct the public's attention to your relationship with the gang. This is exactly what we want! The darker they get, the more you can wait until the third point is reached. After proper media relations, the public will turn to support and sympathize with you. Trust me! APLUS."

Eli broke and held his fingers, with a sonorous tone, and made an imposing remark.

Song Ya smiled bitterly: "So the key to everything is to find the tramp?"

The old Mike standing in the corner was expressionless.

"You won't really treat him?" Elibby made a spatula motion around his neck.

"how is this possible……"

"Haha, I was joking, don't care." Eli patted Song Ya's arm.

Song Ya won’t tell him the inside story of this incident. The Jew’s big eyes were ticking, he was like a ghost, and he had a very good relationship with the state prosecutor and the local political arena. The police spokesperson made a timely statement as well. Otherwise, according to the usual efficiency of the police station, at least someone will not come forward to clarify until tomorrow, and the rhetoric of the speech will be more ambiguous.

"Okay, I'll go ahead and get a good night's sleep." Eli was going to get his coat.

"You don't need to do anything?" Song Ya was still worried.

"Not for the time being. Believe me. I'm professional in crisis public relations." Eli put on his jacket and walked to the door, standing on tiptoes, leaning forward slightly, making a very chic old-fashioned etiquette, "Good night."

"Then we are leaving too." Goodman patted the documents in his hand.

That was the PR service contract that Song Ya and Eli had just signed. To be honest, it was not too expensive. Eli wanted to cooperate with Song Ya for a long time and chose the model of annual contract renewal. After all, his public relations company is not large and professional.

"Okay, good night." Song Ya sent them away, came back to the old Mike's ear and said in a low voice: "Find him, you are about to kill me!"

"Calm down, we are still in the running-in period, you won't be in trouble." Old Mike left his words and walked out slowly.

"This guy!"

Song Ya and the others walked out and dialed Motula's phone again, "Thank you so much today, Mr. Motula." If you want to get the CBS station on the fire fighting news, you can only help through Motula.

"Don't worry about APLUS, concentrate on solving your problems." Motula said and hung up.

Song Ya knows that these people are starting to wait and see now, are they involved in gangs? Which rapper doesn't touch the gang, they can just pretend they don't know, but it's completely another matter to be involved in the disappearance, especially when they are in the center of the gossip vortex.

Taraji knocked on the door outside.

"What's the matter?" Song Ya was afraid that she would turn on the TV when she came in.

"A South African female agent thanked you. She said that Miss Theron's mother's case has been sentenced and was acquitted." Taraji said.

"Oh, I see." Now he doesn't care about this, "South Africans are very efficient in handling cases."

"She also said that Miss Theron's mother wants to move out of South Africa. Would you help otherwise? Miss Theron is a model."

"Tell her the truth about the situation I'm facing now. If the other party still insists on needing help...you just say I will...help me a little bit. I'm still a lot of trouble."

"Okay, I see." Taraji pulled out another newspaper.

"OMG..." Song Ya backed away in shock.

"Don't be nervous, this is an evening paper for finance and economics." Taraji read: "I heard a lot of reports about singer APLUS Grande's stingy character today, so I became interested in him. Grande is a master of wealth. As a financial magazine, let’s take a professional look at the speed of the singer’s moneymaking."

"According to the public information obtained from the query, there are three properties under the name of APLUS, one in Chicago and two in Tribeca, Manhattan, with an estimated total value of nearly ten million..."

"Black me again? Why didn't I mention the four million mortgage? I still spent the renovation..."

"Ahem~www.wuxiaspot.com~Don’t interrupt me." Taraji continued reading, "It’s not unusual for a star to buy a house and buy a property. There are several companies under the APLUS name, except for one of the two companies that manage his copyright and record business. In addition, he also owns an audio company that controls 5 to 7 percent of the synthetic sound share, a pedal manufacturing company, and the four companies are operating very well. Among them, the pedal manufacturing company even has its own company in Sunnyway, Silicon Valley. You know, the Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company, the predecessor of this pedal company, suffered losses for years before it was acquired by APLUS!"

"The actual value and profitability of the four companies are currently unknown. If APLUS packs them into the market now, it is estimated that some people on Wall Street will be very interested. Readers, please note that APLUS is only sixteen years old and has only entered the music industry for more than a year. Time, he hasn’t even released an album yet! In summary, at least APLUS’s ability to accumulate money is indeed qualified to say that he is like Grandet..."

Taraji finished reading, with one hand on his hips, standing tall and winking at Song Ya, "Looking at this, I want to give you a baby... I can live very well on alimony in my next life. Right?"

"Don't, I won't do this with the assistant, it will destroy our working relationship." Song Ya quickly refused, "You have read so much, this newspaper is not still hacking me in the end..."

"Right?"