Chicago 1990

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The New York police uncovered a stab case yesterday...’

In the TV screen, the police officer holding the dog was getting the leaves and other white wares hidden in the sauce bucket from the back kitchen of M on 560 Street. Several black shop assistants were filed into the police car while avoiding the camera. It also includes several Brooklyn gang members...'

Two tall black men with their heads wrapped in clothes were taken out of the house. The cameraman also deliberately gave a close-up of the lame headscarf that fell on the ground. Song Ya looked at his body and felt that it was Jazzy and his attendant Biggs. Happy, this kid It's true and sincere. After becoming famous, remembering the'glorious' in the past?

"The source of the news in New York is very accurate." Goodman said by his side.

There is no source of news, the Apocalypse plug-in from the future, "I also have friends in New York. Okay, I'm going to school, alas! Another eleven weeks in dire straits..."

Jazzy was arrested, so he didn't have to worry about signing or not signing the future star. That's good, the shopkeeper should go where he should go. In another time and space, he must have not been caught evidence, otherwise he would never dare to brag about it in the song.

Put on your school bag and go to school happily!

"Someone is following." Halfway through the drive, Old Mike looked at the rearview mirror and turned on the intercom, "Marvota, the taxi behind, the license plate number is..."

"Roger that."

Mavota, who was hanging far behind to protect, accelerated and followed, drove parallel to the taxi for a while and overtook it, slamming the direction and crossing the line to separate it. "An NGe is in the back seat, as if he had been to the company last time. Very short one." Mavota now has very professional security skills under the training of old Mike.

"Damondash?"

Song Ya is not used to calling him Da by the nickname, "Find a place, I will talk to him, Mavota, first search."

When the three cars stopped in a secluded alley, Damon Dash got out of the car very well and opened his arms in front of the surrounding Mavota and the'silencer'.

The Latino taxi driver looked at the probe, did not dare to ask for money, and threw the accelerator.

Damon Dash was searched and walked to Song Ya's car under the supervision of two big men.

"YO! Brothers in Brooklyn, this kind of behavior is not friendly." Song Ya rolled down the car window and said loudly.

"Sorry APLUS, I just got the news that Jazzy was arrested by the New York police. This is just an accident. He will be fine soon. I don't think this will affect our cooperation." Damon Dash bent over to face half. Open the window, said respectfully.

"arrest?"

Song Ya pretended to pick up the phone, "Help me find someone, Jazzy, uh... uh, did the New York police say what the case was? Okay, I see."

He "hangs up" the phone and sneered at Damon Dash, "Do you remember what you promised me that day?"

"He's innocent. His former partner bites indiscriminately. Believe me, all this is an accident! We stopped doing it long ago!"

No matter how cunning Damon Dash is, he can't doubt the Chicago rap king in front of him! They guarded the secrets of M’s back kitchen Zangya very tightly. The ghost knew that someone would have a future apocalypse plug-in. He anxiously pressed the slowly rolling window with both hands, "Give him a chance APLUS! Jazzy Great! I won’t regret signing him!"

"Fxxkyou! The credibility is now zero!" Song Ya winked, and Mavota took his finger away from the car window and said, "Get out of Chicago." He let out a cruel word and asked Old Mike to start the car.

In the rearview mirror, Mavota and the muffler also returned to his car, leaving Damon Dash alone by the side of the road. He was kicking the wall with his foot in annoyance.

After finishing this episode and walking into the classroom, he found that the classmates in the small class were all staring at him.

"Hello."

I pretended to be stupid immediately, and I just greeted me and found an empty seat in the back row. The basic mathematics textbook was nothing but the textbook and reference book for the film and media studies major. Up.

As usual, there was nothing in the first class, and the time quickly passed.

After class, I saw two missed calls on the mobile phone, one from the NAS and one from Hallie. "NAS, what's the matter?" He called back the NAS first.

"Uh……"

The NAS on the other end lowered his voice and asked, "Do you know about Jazzy's arrest?"

"I just learned that his follower Damon Dash is still pestering me in the morning about this matter." Song Ya just took the opportunity to warn, "NAS, it's time to take care of the follower. It's too easy for others to talk about it, right? The front foot returned to Chicago Damon Dash and the back foot followed."

"Okay, I will educate now."

NAS agreed very happily, "Really? APLUS." He asked.

"Me? Me what?"

"Jazzy was arrested."

"I'm not the kind to betray the street brother NAS. You can't talk nonsense about this. Also, don't confide in those things between us." Song Ya flatly denied.

"No, absolutely not, my mouth is very strict, haha. It's okay, I'll hang up first?"

"Okay, I'm in class, I'll talk later."

"Let's talk later." NAS hung up the phone cautiously.

He continued to call back, "Halle, look for me?"

"Apple's stock price dropped by ten cents at the opening! Now there is only one piece of seven (Apple has split shares many times from 1993 to the present. At that time, the actual quoted price should be 1.7X2X2X7=47.6. Calculate)!"

Hallie screamed on that end, and she almost broke her eardrum. "It's normal for stock prices to fluctuate. We are making long-term investment Hallie, so don't be nervous." Song Ya persuaded.

"Is it okay?" she asked.

"It's really okay, small-scale fluctuations are normal, just put it there." Song Ya replied.

"Okay." Halle hung up suspiciously.

His studies continue. In addition to getting good grades, his current energy is to learn as much film and editing knowledge as possible. He feels that it is not enough to rely on these basic courses at the University of Chicago until he reaches the level of ordinary screenwriting. of……

The eighth art of film is also a comprehensive science. Even if you can directly plagiarize from the original film of Apocalypse in your mind, it is not that simple to write a script well.

"Yelemov."

In the afternoon he decisively called Yeremov, "I changed my mind, my movie plan."

"Very well, I finally gave up." Yeremov was very pleased.

"No!" He said angrily: "I told me last time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ you can find screenwriters who are willing to be unsigned, and I can provide them with the story framework to improve the script, right?"

"Yes, as long as the price is enough, Hollywood is expensive and cheap. Except for the top part of the well-known screenwriters, the income of other screenwriters is not high, and some have enough food and clothing. They are very willing to be gunmen." Yeremov Reply.

"That's good, hire me a Chicago native who can go to Highland Park at night... Forget it, go to A+ Records and talk to me about the script, and work during the day. Don't find too cheap, just cost-effective."

"The screenwriter...price ratio...well, I will try my best." Yeremov said, "Let's talk in detail when get out of class is over."

"Okay, come to Highland Park."

Just put down the phone, Hallie's call came again.

"I have another question. What does Apple mean by issuing an announcement saying that it will pay 0.00429 dollars in dividend next month." Halle asked again.

"Dividend is to give a certain amount of cash per share... Oh, just remember this is a good thing." Song Ya became a little impatient, wouldn't it be possible to lie down and make money with the information I got from the future? Ask this and ask that, really!

"Good thing?"

"Good thing!"

"Well..." Halle hung up the phone in a daze.

When I went home and talked with Yeremov late into the night, the two of them ran through the outline of the story that danced my life. "It's the boss." Yeremov didn't dare to question anything, and agreed to go and get the gunman screenwriter right away.

In the early morning, Song Ya was sleeping soundly while holding Amy, when suddenly the landline bell on the bedside rang.

"Who? It's so late." He thought something serious had happened again, and quickly got up to answer the phone.

"I, Halle, the Helsinki exchange is open, Nokia..."

‘Hey! ’

Song Ya smashed the microphone back and tore off the phone line.