Chicago 1990

Chapter 300: 1 punch

The new apocalypse chorus is also sung by girls. It seems to come from a group, but Fergie can do it alone, and the style is very suitable for her. ???? Huo Ran? Text??????

Song Ya is not in a hurry to send a song anyway. According to his feeling, this song is better than showthemoney, but weaker than wherethelove, so...for now, save it.

After the a round of financing, dts was valued at 15 million dollars, a+ audio holds 15% of the equity, and the 250,000 angel investment has doubled nine times a year. It is considered that he added information other than songs in the apocalypse After analysis, the most successful investment was made.

"Time is tight, it's too late to customize, just this."

Thinking about business, Halle Berry appeared in front of him, holding a piece of "ancient costume". The style is probably 17th century French style, fancy, complicated, and there are big shoulder straps and a boat-shaped top hat. The brim is decorated with Beautiful feathers.

Song Ya has done his homework. There are many pitfalls for blacks to participate in this kind of 17th century palace style fancy dress ball. The most important one is not to dress themselves too much like a'servant', because the organizer of the fancy dress party will definitely be there. The waiter serving the wine cart is also dressed as a servant of the court in the seventeenth century, and this role is actually the same as the role played by blacks in the homes of manor houses in the colonial era.

It is not a funny thing for a coffee star to be mistaken as a wine delivery boy. If you dress incorrectly, the probability of this happening is not small.

Many black stars have encountered such embarrassing scenes in Hollywood fancy dress parties before. Of course, sometimes the other party is not unintentional, just pretending to be unintentional.

Therefore, the highly recognizable seventeenth-century military uniforms in front of them have become a safe choice for black stars. Of course, the objects of the role are the three musketeers, famous literary characters, and the author Dumas is of black blood, and blacks also like to read his books .

"A little tight."

This is a custom dress shop not far from Beverly Hills that only serves high-end groups. It specializes in ancient costumes from the Middle Ages to the 19th century and some fantasy costumes based on this, such as the Vampire Duke dress, Song Yadi Once, he was brought here by Halle Berry.

"No way, this is the largest size in stock, Mr. Aplus."

The boss is an old white man. He helped Song Ya fit the tightly tight dress on his body as much as possible, and then took a step back, "It works well. You are a good clothes rack, just like Miss Berry."

"Change, here, here..." He exhorted a few words to the tailor who was busy with Song Ya, and then took an exquisite prop sword and hung it on Song Ya's waist. Lord Danion." The boss got into the play very quickly, took off his hat and bowed down to Song Ya.

"Uh... thanks for the compliment."

Song Ya recalled the film and television works he had watched, and raised the wide brim of his hat in return, "This is it, Taraji?"

"Yes, not bad." Taraji also curtseyed to him contrivedly, then took out Song Ya's credit card and handed it to the boss.

"Please wait." The boss took the credit card and left.

"Don't you try?" The tailor quickly finished making changes. He took off his clothes and asked him to wrap it up.

"My code is in this store. It's too much trouble for women to wear and take off their clothes once." Hallie laughed. She should be a regular customer of this store. Not only Hollywood, but also the rich and leisurely class likes to do this. A variety of costume parties with different themes.

"Send it to Mr. Aplus and Miss Berry in the car." The boss sent the employee to pack the two space-consuming clothes, take them out, and return the credit card to Taraji.

"Then we see you tomorrow night?" Hallie said.

"Well, see you tomorrow night." Song Ya went out with her, and the paparazzi waiting outside began to press the shutter. He sent Hallie into the car very gentlemanly, and then returned to his car.

He could guess the tabloid news in the evening. It was nothing more than ‘After a kiss on the set, Halle Berry and aplus went together again.’ It doesn’t matter anyway.

I glanced at the shopping receipt that Taraji had handed over, and rolled his eyes when he saw the number on it.

Old Mike started the car and there is an important person to see today, Derry.

In order to avoid encountering such an unstable element as Sugonite without preparation, he went directly to Derry's mansion in the wealthy area of the river. Although this guy was very angry with Song Ya's income of 30 million last year, he was indeed pitted by Dae, but as a veteran singer, he still made a lot of money.

And this guy is being banned from going out by the court because of a case, and he can't go anywhere now.

"Hey, Dre."

Several of his followers, Lao Hei, hugged the girl in the living room, and the leaves and other things were laid on the table, all the curtains were closed, and the inside was full of mist.

"Hey, brother aplus." Derry greeted him lazily from inside, and fisted and bumped his shoulders, "Sit, is mv going well?"

"It's okay, let's see the editing effect in two days."

Followed him to an office, "I'm straight to the point. Everyone is not satisfied with the progress of Sugnet's announcement on the West Coast, so I'm coming to you." Song Ya didn't play with him, and said directly. : "You have to help us maintain the joint announcement agreement."

"Is it babyface?" Derry is a wise man, "he is always complaining and complaining, I have heard rumors several times."

"It's not just him, Sugonite didn't help us get those djs at all." Song Ya said.

"ok, ok, I got it."

Derry let out a long sigh of reluctance, "I will pay to settle those djs by myself. You can rest assured babyface, I will do what I promised in front of him."

This guy is still quite authentic, "Sugnet will not have any problems over there, right?" Song Ya asked.

"Will not."

Derry waved his hand, "Don't mention him." He seemed to have a headache for that guy. "There is a TV station on the East Coast who wants to have a rapper exchange event, but they don't want the scene to be too confrontational, probably Just two singers sitting at the table like friends, drinking wine and freestyle. Are you interested?"

"Forget it, my output is too low, and I'm not the kind of person who can write words wisely on the spot."

Song Ya hurriedly refused. He must not be able to mix things like a singer purely on the apocalypse.

He was very satisfied with Derry's statement, and after visiting the other party's home casually, he left.

The next day, he and Hallie, who was wearing a rococo court dress, took an invitation letter and came to Spielberg's home together.

Catherine, the president of Amperin Entertainment, and her husband welcomed them in. In addition to the seventeenth-century court attire, his husband also applied thick powder and a red mole on a pale face.

They apologized first. The owner Spielberg was temporarily absent. It seems that the party's specifications should not be very high.

Sure enough, after entering free activities, Song Ya discovered that all Hollywood stars and film company executives had come. No giants like David Geffen and Spielberg had appeared. Although there were countless beautiful men and women in his heart, Still a little disappointed.

Hallie was very excited. She knew a lot of people and frequently greeted people she met.

‘Kang Dang...’

Not far in front, a young white man staggered on the ground, threw himself on top of the waiter, and knocked over all the wine glasses and plates he was dragging.

"Let's go here."

Hallie took him by the arm and quickly took him away, "It's Robert Downey Jr., a problematic actor in Hollywood." She introduced in a low voice, "I was making a biography of Chaplin recently, right next to your mv. Studio, released by Columbia Pictures, released at the end of the year."

"Oh."

Song Ya didn't care about the actor. He saw Brooke Shields. She was 1.83 meters tall and she was holding a handsome white man. The man was about 1.90 meters tall. He was taller than Song Ya, very handsome and very temperamental. Well, put on clothes that look a little cheap and inferior.

"Aplus, right?"

Brooke Shields also noticed Song Ya, and she took her male companion to come over, "Hi, Halle."

Brooke Xiaosi's clothes are very high-end, extremely gorgeous, and she gently shook the small folding fan in her hand.

"Hi, do you know each other?" Hallie asked.

Song Ya shrugged. Of course he knew him, but he had never dated before. He felt that Hallie beside him was a little unnatural. Under the appearance and aura of the'eighth miracle', this might be a woman's normal reaction, though He personally thinks that Brooke Xiaosi's appearance has dropped a lot, "I know, right? Miss Brooke Xiaosi, is this?"

"Lian Munison." The man next to Brooke Xiaosi offered to extend his hand.

"Aplus." Song Ya and the other party shook hands, he remembered, this person seems to be Brooke Shields' Princeton classmate and his current boyfriend.

"Is Mira not here?" Brooke Shields asked.

"No." Song Ya shook his head. He didn't forget that the other party fell into trouble when Mila was besieged by the media. Of course, this was the reason why Mila's team engaged in bundling hype first.

"Ha." Brooke Shields closed her mouth with a chuckle, "I haven't seen her in Hollywood for a long time. I have the opportunity to say hello to her for me."

Song Ya is not interested in the war between women, "Sorry, I have no contact with her."

"Really? Haha, have you seen Uncle Spielberg?" Brooke Shields asked instead, "I have something to talk to him about."

"He should not be here." Song Ya replied: "Gang Catherine told me."

"That's it..." Brooke Shields glanced at her boyfriend next to her, her expression suddenly became a little lost, "Then Catherine?"

"Uh... just at the door."

Song Ya pointed the two of them over, "Why are they looking for Spielberg?"

"It should be for some movie role." Hallie said, "What else can come here for."

The scene was almost all whites, there were few blacks, and some were waiters. The two did not see any acquaintances who could particularly chat with each other, so they could only stroll around with a smirk and visit this mansion by the way.

"Whatthehell..."

When the two of them were admiring an oil painting on the wall, there was a strong black accent from behind, Song Ya turned around, and a black man about the same height as him was staring at his clothes, "You can't wear m-fxxk Are you creative? Singer."

Don't blame him for being angry, the two of them were shirtless, both dressed as musketeers, maybe even produced by a shop.

"Samuel." Hallie was very happy to see the other person and went to hug him.

"Hey." Song Ya also stretched out his fist, he had the impression of the person in front of him, Hallie's colleague when shooting jungle fever, the best supporting actor in Cannes, Samuel Jackson.

Samuel Jackson hugged Hallie and fisted him by the way, "Do you want to amphibious too? Like Escobe?"

"Me? I don't have this plan yet." Song Ya smiled.

"Fxxk! What are you doing?" At this time, another black accent came out next to him. Song Ya turned to see, Spike Lee, why the other party was angry...

"Well, now we have enough three musketeers." Song Ya rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Uh……"

No, there are four. This year, the young black director John Singleton, who won the Oscar for Best Director and Best Original Screenplay, appeared in the eyes of everyone with his female companion. The same, the uniform of the French Musketeer in the 17th century, with his hand on his waist. On the hilt of the sword.

"We...we have to scatter quickly..." Spike Lee couldn't help but slap Song Ya, he whispered.

"Alright alright……"

"Let's go here..."

Hallie dragged Song Ya and deliberately chose John Singleton along the way, "Do you have any new film plans recently? Mr. Singleton." She asked the hottest black director today.

"Just call me John."

John Singleton, who has become popular with low-level black movies like Block Boys, is still a little uncomfortable with this kind of occasion. "There are a lot of appointments. I have a little difficulty choosing now." He smiled bitterly: "Probably will make a custom movie for Jenny. ."

"Jenny Jackson?" Song Ya asked. It seems that except for Mariah Carey, the other diva are starting to get together in Hollywood. Whitney Houston will cooperate with Oscar for Best Director and Best Actor Kevin Costner, and Janet Jackson will do it. Just got the most anticipated black director.

"Yes, it's still in preparation." John Singleton didn't seem to want to say more.

"I want to go to the bathroom," his female companion said.

"I'll take you there." Hallie held him politely, winking at Song Ya before leaving.

Song Ya knew this was asking herself to talk more with John Singleton, so she started to have nothing to say.

"The protagonist? I will probably find it on the streets of Los Angeles."

John Singleton misunderstood. The first sentence blocked Song Ya's participation, "Jenny doesn't want to be famous."

"Do you have a goal?" Song Ya asked.

"Also hip-hop singer, 2pac, do you have any contacts?" John Singleton asked.

"Once." Song Ya had a general impression of the grumpy West Coast bandit rapper.

"You know, I was born in the Los Angeles neighborhood." John Singleton said: "The casting can't ignore the people here."

"I know……"

Song Ya was thinking about a new topic, and there was a sudden noise in the bathroom. He looked over, a black man was pestering Hallie, and the two of them pulled the room and knocked down a sculpture stand in the corner.

"You let me go!" The sturdy skirt caused the women who came here to have some mobility, and Hallie tried to shake off the man's hand, but failed. The man dressed as a pirate was very rude, pulling at the back of her neck and still cursing something in his mouth.

"Hey! Fuck you."

Song Ya rushed over, and he recognized the man, the popular black actor who knocked Halle deaf on one ear, and was known as one of Hollywood's most capable black actors, Wesley Streep.

I bumped into the woman who was pestering me? That's right, new hatred and old hatred, regardless of his three-seven-one, rushing over is just a punch. After crossing, he hasn't moved his hands with others. He has a bit of a bad grasp of the severity, accompanied by the exclamation of the nearby women, without the slightest The defensive muscular man'slammed', fell straight to the ground and fainted on the spot.

Hallie was stunned, covering her mouth with her hands, looking at Song Ya, and then at the man on the ground. She suddenly laughed out loud and threw herself into Song Ya’s arms, "Thank you, aplus."

"It's okay, it's okay." Song Ya wiped the tears from her face for her.

Singleton rushed to the man on the ground in a few steps, sniffed first, and then poured the wine in his glass onto his face.

"Uh……"

The other party shook, slowly as if to wake up, there should be nothing serious.

"Everyone, everybody, it's okay, please continue." The Catherine and his wife rushed over~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to look at Wesley Streep on the ground, and then to Song Ya.

"Small conflict."

Song Ya waved his hand, "That's it, I think we should also say goodbye, I'm sorry, Catherine."

At the end of this unpleasant party trip, at Hallie's insistence, the two came to her residence.

"What are you doing? Halle."

Song Ya was lying on the bed and kept looking at her watch. After the woman came back, she pushed herself onto the bed, and then entered the cloakroom for a long time without coming out.

"I'm here." Finally, the woman opened the door and appeared in front of her with the props...

This situation and situation made Song Ya's eyes light up, and her breathing became heavy involuntarily.

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