Chicago 1990

"I asked him to move away from Nancheng to work with me long ago, even if he comes by the agreed time..."

Song Ya remembered that he had only negotiated this matter with Tai Lun at Christmas last year. He said that after two months of changing the business and the car, he did not urge him anymore, but an accident happened more than two months later.

"FXXK, he is such a good person." Tony replied on the phone.

"Yes." Song Ya sighed.

Even Al, who has a more reliable character, has been in his own home for a long time, and Tyron's kind of guy who is not very willing to let him come and follow the singer's relatives to eat and drink is really rare in the lower-level black community. .

"Don't come to Connie's house after you arrive in Chicago, just go to Hyde Park's house." Tony said.

"Why? Didn't Aunt Susie go to Connie?" Song Ya asked. The house where Connie and Tyron formed the family was the old house where the family lived in Nancheng.

"Ok."

Tony lowered his voice, "Take this opportunity, all the old neighbors are here, and even the boys two blocks away are scouting their heads nearby. I dare say that if you show up here, there will be fifty thoughts behind your **** when you leave. Be your follower. People here pretend to light candles for Tyron at the door, and then they all gather to talk about the 30 million you made last year!"

"So..."

In fact, since a long time ago, some neighbor boys near the old house tried to'seeking a job' here in Song Ya, but first he moved out in time, and secondly, those people did not know his specific income, so they tried Just forget it if you try. The news that he made a lot of money in the second half of 1991 spread, but the Hyde Park residential area was better secured, and those guys didn't know the specific address, so they had to go to Connie and Tyrone to find out.

Because of this, and foreseeing that at the beginning of 1992, the media will report his estimated income for 1991. Song Ya only recruited Tyron on Christmas last year and wanted him to take Connie and Liam out of the old house. .

"Could those guys do the Tylen matter?" Song Ya asked.

"It should not be. He is simply unlucky. At that time, he parked the car on the side of the road and wanted to buy a burrito from the fast food truck across the street. The'sales' not far away suddenly exchanged fire because of the turf grabbing, so..."

"Scramble for territory? Who and whom?"

"GD and Sin Lord, I don't know the specifics. Old Joe came here just now and I also asked him to go to Hyde Park. Pastor William is here, don't worry."

"Well, then I will go back to Hyde Park first."

Before returning to Hyde Park, Song Ya asked Old Mike to go around the road in front of the old house. The lawn at the door was almost full of neighbors. The street was also crowded with black and young men who were idle. Song Ya didn’t recognize it. Make a few familiar faces. On the ground by the intersection, there was a picture of Zhang Tailun, with many candles lit around, as well as bouquets and homemade cards.

"Is that an APLUS car?" These people saw the bulletproof Benz slowing down, and suddenly became a sensation. Before the car stopped, they all moved forward. Old Mike hurriedly stepped on the accelerator and accelerated away.

Aunt Susie took the children and Al and the silencer to the old house, Dile and others were in Hyde Park, and Old Qiao and Song Ya arrived back and forth.

"Old Qiao, do you know the specifics?" Song Ya entered the door with him.

"I don't know, I will ask the boss for you tonight."

After getting SaaMagni, the old Qiao's mental head seems to have recovered a bit, "There are many such accidents every year, and anyone who encounters it can only recognize bad luck." He and Tony reacted exactly the same, the standard Nancheng street thinking, "Don't Too sad child, this is God’s will."

"Unlucky to admit..." Song Ya curled his lips and did not continue the topic, "Is the recording going well? Old Joe?"

He asked Tony to accompany Goodman to Lao Qiao to sign a friendly price contract. Song Ya got 15% of the SaaMagni singles of the four aunts and 2% of the albums, and then Qiao records if If you want to transfer the copyright of SaaMagni, A+ Records has the right of veto and right of first refusal.

"Your song suits them well. I'm making Eric stare at them and practice hard." Old Joe replied: "This time I wish they would become famous and leave me like little Lori." It seemed that he too I can't bear the four aunts anymore.

"..."

Song Ya thought for a while, and then mentioned the crowd gathered at the old house to Old Qiao.

"Don't pay attention to them, APLUS, I've seen too much of this kind of thing." Old Qiao said: "Those who came to you after becoming famous, they came for your money. They won't be your brothers, and you don't want them. Give them a chance to get close to you."

"But, I'm afraid they will blame me for not giving back to the community." Song Ya knows that many black stars bear such accusations. They moved to luxury houses after becoming famous, and the community in their hometown is still dilapidated. Public opinion will not let this point go. For example, Ai Scuber scolded big E like that in the song.

"Don’t be naive, unless you let them spend your money, they won’t be satisfied no matter how well you do it, and you can’t satisfy everyone. You give back to the neighborhood, and everyone in the next eight blocks will come to you. Ask for money. If you raise ten people, the eleventh will shoot you because of resentment. Why? Because you don’t spend money with them, it’s okay. If you often go back to the community to hang around and make generous moves, let them see Your good car, the cash in your wallet, the gold watch in your hand, the beautiful women around you, they will wonder why APLUS is so rich and I don’t have it. The world is so unfair... so, bang!"

Old Qiao made a shot gesture to Song Ya's head: "Not to mention there are bottomless addicts. You can't give back. The atmosphere here is like this. Women raise a few children and live at home on relief. Men are willing to be like Tyrann’s hard work is too little, and he’s all walking around in the street, stealing and selling, and just passing by day by day."

Song Ya sighed. Goodman came at this time. He got the briefing from the police station. As rumored, the two groups of drug dealers shot at each other. The drug dealers died and the other was seriously injured. He killed Tyron and injured the Mexican helper in the fast food truck.

"APLUS, you must not preach to the outside world that you want to find out the real murderer or revenge, this kind of accident will let him pass, and the investigation will only cause you unsolvable trouble." Old Joe reminded.

"I understand this, thank you old Joe."

Song Ya also didn't want to go into the details of the bullet that killed Tyron was shot out of that gun, and who the shot was. This is meaningless, just treat it as an accident.

However, there is still some pressure to put on the police. He still called Goodman to the study, "How about asking State Attorney Peter Flock for help?"

"Yes, his pressure will have a good effect."

Goodman thought for a while, "But if you want to grasp the progress of the investigation, you still have to find a frontline police officer who is familiar with that street."

"Frontline police officer?" Song Ya thought of Cassidy's father Vic McGee for the first time. He immediately shook his head, "No, please ask Peter."

In the evening, Old Joe saw the Kenneth boss and was confirmed that it was GD’s people and the hostile gang’s evil lord that caused Tyron to be shot. Although the person who dialed GD was not a Hell Bobcat, Kenneth personally gave Song Ya called and apologized, although he didn't know where the deadly gun came from.

Song Ya also accepted the apology.

Pastor William tried his best. After the three-day funeral process was completed, the family returned to their home in Hyde Park exhaustedly.

"Connie, you and Liam will live with me. I will ask Song Asheng to sell the old house." Song Ya said to Connie who was leaning against Aunt Susie's arms.

Connie wiped her tears and nodded.

"Song Asheng." Song Yachao, Song Asheng tilted his head and called him into the study. "Stars are easily trapped by relatives and friends. I plan to raise Connie, but I can't give her too much money at once, what do you think?"

"Yes, how about arranging Connie to work in the charity fund under Susie's name? Just give her a high salary, and it can be partly tax-free." Song Asheng asked.

"Yes, the charity fund does this." Song Ya nodded and agreed.

Hayden appeared at the door at this time. He knocked on the door first and walked in after getting permission. "APLUS, you should pack up and keep working. You are a little bit decadent these days."

"What's the matter?" Song Ya asked.

Hayden turned on the TV and Mira appeared on the long-lost MTV station.

"It's a serious lie, pretending to be affectionate..."

"Badguy, don't think I don't know her existence, Badguy, don't think I won't kick you away..."

Song Ya listened and watched, her mouth gradually opened into an ‘O’ shape.

Mira’s new song continues the style of De Klerk, but turns the object of abuse into a hypocritical, badguy who is stepping on two boats. Who alluded to is self-evident...

"Ihateuiloveu dragged on for too long."

Hayden said: "The lyrics should have been leaked out by some part of Sony Columbia Records~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I guess SBK deliberately pressed Mila's song and waited for this moment. Her song is The perfect counterattack against your ihateuiloveu, the production and melody are very careful, and it didn't take a bit of effort to catch the peak of our hype."

"Mila, it turns out that you have been holding back not to post, just for this moment..." Song Ya closed her mouth and murmured, "You have finally grown up!"

"But this is not necessarily a bad thing. You used to disagree with her hype, but now she takes the initiative. This is just right. It is a win-win for both of you." Hayden said.

"Boss..." Taraji ran in. "Mira." She transferred the phone into the study.

Song Ya picked up the microphone in a complicated mood, "cough." Milla cleared her throat triumphantly on the other end of the phone, "A liar! Big liar! Want to use songs to dress yourself up as an innocent man? Dreaming! Don't even think about it. Think! Scum! You lied to me for a long time, and said Fergie was just an ordinary contracted singer? She had a working relationship with Halle in the MV? Flower Q! How could I believe you a nasty ghost before!?" She shouted loudly. Released her emotions, she didn't know how long these words had been held in her heart.

"Uh... Mira, don't make trouble for now?"

It seems that it is too early to judge that she has grown up. Song Ya smiled bitterly, "My brother-in-law passed away a few days ago, and I am not in a good mood now..."

"Huh?" The end of the phone fell silent.

"It's Tyronn, Connie's husband, you should have met before."

"Oh, Tyronn, I remember, uh... you... uh... I didn't get any news, then... you can mourn Connie for me."

"Okay, I also thank you for her."

"Then...bye?"

"worship."

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