Chicago 1990

In addition to maintaining the singing and dancing standards, Song Ya's main concern is the general election.

"Starting soon?"

He came to the study early, Goodman and Hamlin were all there, and it was full of people.

‘Dantley Davis is only seven years old this year. In an ordinary morning, he was walking with his mother on the way to school. When he passed outside the Cabrini public housing estate, he was unfortunately shot and ended his short life. The police quickly arrested the suspect, Anthony Garrett, and the bullet came from the tenth floor unit where he lived...’

Today’s very hot shooting is still being reported on TV. A seven-year-old boy was hit by a gang sniper hiding in the building while he was going to school. The powerful bullet of the sniper rifle made the boy die very badly. This news is today. The popularity in Chicago is very high.

"Why are you still broadcasting this? It's been a day."

Song Ya was a little unhappy. His brother-in-law Tyron died almost in the same scene, but the media didn't give him the same treatment, and the police weren't aggressive this time. That matter is still a pending case.

"It's time to rectify Nancheng."

Looking at the crowd protesting on the street with a photo of the boy before his death in the screen, Hayden said: "Fortunately you moved out of APLUS. Now this kind of thing has become a daily routine over there."

"The place I used to live is better than the public housing area." Song Ya said.

"Old Joe." Taraji handed over the phone.

"Hey, old Joe, don't say anything that is inconvenient on the phone." Song Ya walked to the bedroom while chatting.

"Hehe, no."

Old Joe said cheerfully, "I heard you are planning a birthday party? Over there in Highland Park?"

"Yeah, I know it, Fergie is doing it, I didn't ask anything, she said she wanted to give me a surprise." Song Ya replied.

"That's it. Can the party venue be loaned to me for a day? After your party, I am going to celebrate the TANK group's first album sales of 500,000, which is a gold record. South City is too messy, I'm afraid of showing up accident."

It seems that the chaos over there now is so messy that even Old Joe dare not hold a big party.

"Five hundred thousand? Have you got RIAA certification?" Song Ya was a little surprised. It was not easy to rely on Old Qiao's way of publicizing this sales.

"Fuck the RIAA, I will certify myself!" Old Qiao scolded, "I sell most of the cassettes, and then I bought a little more, and this income also included your share. That day I'll check out with you and get your accountant ready."

Okay, it turned out to be called 500,000 yuan, "Yes." Song Ya agreed, "But I said in advance that there should be no poison, guns, or other people. Today, the incident was a big mess. Does it affect?"

"That little boy?"

Old Qiao didn't care much, "There is also GD's site, but I have no friendship with them. The gunman has a problem with his brain, and even tried his gun with a passerby. The local gang had to hand him over..."

"Test the gun? I read the news as a stray bullet."

Song Ya was shocked by the gunman's cold blood, and took the child to test the gun...It was so crazy to do it.

"The only way to confess, otherwise he will die faster." Old Joe said: "There are no gang members on the street early in the morning. They are all sleeping at home, and the hostile gang will not go to the Cabrini public. Looking for death near the housing estate, I think so anyway, after all, I don't understand the situation."

"Okay." Old Joe is still reliable.

"Then it's settled, huh?"

"no problem."

Since it has nothing to do with the **** bobcat, Song Ya completely let go of worry, Nancheng's affairs are already far away from him, and when the time comes, he will come forward with other stars to express condolences and donate some money to his family members for condolences.

The second round of the general election debate started on time. Gore smashed all quarters and his performance was perfect. Every time he finished his speech, the people in the study would applaud and cheer like a fan.

"The opponent is too stupid, right?"

After watching this debate, Song Ya’s entangled mood has been calmed down a lot. The current deputy commander of the Elephant Party feels very mediocre. He speaks all official rhetoric. The third-party deputy commander candidate is the most funny, the former deputy admiral. Mr. Jiang is wearing a hearing aid and often misses the host’s questions, which makes people feel a little demented.

"Gore is young and energetic. He has been a senator for a long time. In fact, he is not necessarily worse than the romantic governor when he comes forward to elect the governor." Hamlin explained.

"It looks like we are betting right, Yeremov, prepare for tomorrow's press conference."

Song Ya ordered, "By the way, add today's news hotspot in front of the speech, mourning the little boy or something."

"I understand." Yeremov revised the speech on the spot, carefully sculpted it with everyone, and faxed it to Gore's campaign office until no one could spot the problem. After obtaining consent, it was officially finished.

"I will be shocked by the tragedy in the public housing area yesterday..."

The next day, Song Ya started a speech in a small press conference room of the local TV station. He first made a statement about the death of the little boy, and then concentrated most of his time on supporting Gore’s political views. "Mr. Gore yesterday The remarks in the public debate were very encouraging. I very much agree with his information industry revitalization plan, and I also think..."

At the end of the speech, no one of the reporters here asked questions. Yeremov has taken care of it in advance and will not answer questions today.

"It seems that people are not full."

After leaving the TV station, Song Ya was a little dissatisfied with the effect of this speech. “In the interview show on the TV station just now, the host always talked about the topic of the little boy.”

"It seems that the national media has broadcast this news, and the local media has been discussing it continuously. Chicago is the donkey party's vote. When the election is critical, such a bad security incident will be pursued by people."

Yeremov defended himself, "Mr. Gore's campaign office is very satisfied anyway, and he specifically called to express his thanks."

"That's good."

As the convoy was driving on the road, Song Ya pursed his mouth, feeling a little bit missing, "Is there something wrong? Yeremov, I always feel that something is missing."

"It stands to reason that you are so strong. After the speech, someone from the local donkey party will call you to chat. I will communicate with them in advance about the content of your speech today."

Yeremov asked Taraji in the front row for his cell phone, "There is power, and the signal is full." He called on his own initiative. Michel and Claire were both assistants listening to the phone, and they were told they were busy. The Mayor’s Office and the State Attorney’s Office also asked three questions.

Abnormal, too abnormal, Song Ya frowned and used his brain quickly.

When the car stopped downstairs in Hyde Park, "You go up first." He pushed Yeremov and Taraji away. "Old Mike, do you feel something is wrong?"

Old Mike pressed his hands on the steering wheel and pursed his mouth for a while, "The big guy is not free, so I can ask the frontline policeman."

Song Ya remembered one thing, "Cassidy once said that his father will be very busy this month, and he is even too busy to contact his family. Vic is a police detective of the stormtrooper, not a special police, so he usually doesn't leave here. A secret mission, right?"

"I'm trying to find out." Old Mike opened the door and got out of the car.

"It's done tonight." Song Ya left a word before going upstairs.

Late at night, Old Mike's Chrysler Fifth Avenue slowly pulled out of the garage.

Going around, stopping at a gas station, Old Mike touched the fake beard on his mouth, put on the old-fashioned top hat, lowered the brim, and got into a public telephone booth outside the gas station.

When he returned, he continued to drive in silence ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and finally stopped outside a police station in South City.

Staying quietly until four o'clock in the morning, Vic McGee and his three subordinates walked out of the police station and got together in the cold wind to smoke and chat, "I'll put the water." He said after smoking a cigarette.

"Don't be seen by the chief, Vic." His men smiled.

Vic McGee returned a middle finger, sorted out the body armor under his jacket, swaggered around to the back of the car, and unzipped the car tires.

Old Mike rolled his eyes and rolled down the car window. "He thinks something is wrong. Is there anything we don't know?"

"That kid's nose is really good."

Vic kept his eyes in the direction of the police station and chuckled dryly with a hoarse voice, "Just let him stay home obediently, no one will deal with him."

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