Chicago 1990

After half an hour.

"How long have they been together?" Linda was sitting in front of the dressing table, focusing on the oil painting hanging on the door of the changing room. The frame was nailed perfunctorily, and it was shaking slightly.

"What are you talking about?" Beside her, Mariah Carey's female assistant closed the novel in her hand, looking blank.

Linda glanced at her suspiciously and repeated the question aloud, "How long have they been together?"

"What?" The female assistant stared at her opening and closing lips for a moment, "Oh, I'm sorry." She took off the earplugs on both sides, "Hehe, so you can't hear the sound, you can say it again."

Linda rolled her eyes. "I asked, how long have they been together?"

"I don't know, it's been more than a year? I actually learned about it later, just like you." The female assistant smiled bitterly.

"Wow……"

Linda glanced at the painting again, "Does it often happen? They both."

"It's like this whenever there is a chance, but they don't meet very often and it is difficult to find opportunities." The female assistant replied.

"You can really keep it secret."

"Yes, Mr. Aplus is very careful."

"How to do it?"

"Uh, uh..." The female assistant pointed to herself first, "I and your ex, the girl named Taraji will be here, answer the phone, and then..." He pointed to the dressing room door, "Old Mike will guard Outside the door, the other aplus bodyguards are on the periphery. Miss Kelly’s bodyguards were formerly of Mr. Motula, so we have to hurry them away and deceive them. Now they are all replaced by their own."

"What should I do if someone comes suddenly? For example, Motura." Linda asked.

"Old Mike will dial my cell phone quietly." The female assistant spoke to the cell phone on the dressing table. "Then I told them to greet them and close the door in the middle to hold off for a while."

"I understand!"

Linda suddenly realized, "This is the real reason why they are known to be playing big names? Why do they always ask for a dressing room like a presidential suite, that's why!"

"Diva's request is not excessive." The female assistant replied: "So usually aplus comes to us, and..." She lowered her voice, "He often doesn't ask for it."

"Wow..." Linda exclaimed again and again, "You are also very bold."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, don’t you foresee the revenge after being discovered by Motortula? Hearing him yelled at you just now, “I’m going to ruin you.” That’s the president of Sony Columbia Records, the most powerful person in the music industry. You might Don't even think about finding the next job in the circle." Linda asked.

"Mr. Aplus pays me a sum of money regularly."

The female assistant replied: "I’m satisfied with the hush fee. And we all trust Miss Kelly. After his backing vocalist Trey Lorenz was terminated after failing in the first episode, Miss Kelly loyally kept him. Raising, with a high salary, this brings us a great sense of security to those around us, and we don’t care about being retaliated by Sony Columbia Records."

"Miss Kelly did a great job."

"Yes, she is very emotional."

The oil painting on the door shook more and more severely, "It's coming soon." The female assistant got up and took two cups, and went back and looked for a circle on the dressing table, "Huh? Where is the wine I prepared?"

"Is it the one in Motula's hand?" Linda plugged one ear with her finger. "I saw him walking away with a bottle of wine."

"Oh, yes, that's it."

The female assistant went to the small wine cabinet to pick out a bottle of champagne, "You said we can pass this level?"

"That's Motura." Linda complained: "I just got this job shortly. I didn't expect to need to help my employer and Motura fight against the president of Sony Columbia Records, one of the most powerful people in the recording industry..."

"You just said that."

"Huh huh." Linda snorted, "aplus told me not to compare him with mc. I now feel that mc is more self-disciplined than him, and I haven't paid for it..."

At this time, the door of the changing room was pushed open, Song Ya and Mariah Carey walked out together like glue, Song Ya picked up the poured wine and poured it all in.

"Tommy scared me just now. He said he was going to kill you." Mariah Carey did the same. "You have to be careful. I'm not sure if he can do it. He is crazy."

"I will."

Song Ya put down the wine glass and kissed her forehead, "You also have to be careful, I will solve this as soon as possible."

"I will post a special topic next month..." She is only now beginning to fear.

"It's okay, I will protect you, you can concentrate on the concert, don't get out of the sight of the bodyguard."

"Ok."

The two talked for a while, and Song Ya and Linda left the theater under the protection of Old Mike and others. "Motura might really kill, aplus." Linda said worriedly.

"No way, I have to face it. The showdown is a bit early now, but the timing is not bad."

Back at Tribeca's house, Goodman, Eli and others all rushed over. There was no time for anything else, and everyone quickly entered the tense meeting process.

"Is Motula's reaction so intense?"

"You kid, slept with the diva he held out?"

"The wiretapping case is still in the process of being investigated. At present, the employee of the telephone and telegraph company does not know who is behind the scenes. He only contacted two private investigators to collect money and do things."

"Eavesdropping is a criminal felony, that guy is stupid."

"Yes, the public relations department of the telephone and telegraph company must be annoying now."

"The two private investigators have been taken into custody separately. Under the game of plea bargaining, it is difficult for them to keep their mouths tight. After all, whoever confesses to the behind-the-scenes chief will be able to obtain better conditions for commutation in plea bargaining with the prosecutor. According to Louise reported what the reporter heard. People in the New York police thought that someone would speak first. It happened to be just two days."

"I am afraid that one of them is also hired, and I don't know the inside story."

"Italians are not so careless in doing things, and their mouths are very strict. According to the rules, people who cooperate with the police will be severely punished when they come out."

"But they were all killed by aplus. Such a weak guy would not necessarily abide by the rules of the Mafia."

"Yes, Italians are not as observant as they used to be."

"What did the Sony Beimi headquarters say?"

"No reply to me yet."

The meeting lasted until late at night, "I went to bed, good night." Mariah Carey called.

"Well, take a lot of rest. I will come up to wake you up tomorrow morning." Song Ya said a few words to her and hung up the phone.

"Aplus, talk alone?" Eli left Song Ya in the study, "how do you plan to deal with this time? If Motura goes around and fights a long war like 1991. He is stronger than two years ago. And since you went to school, the popularity is far less than the time when Wherethelove and the first college came out in 1992."

"I have a handle in my hand." Song Ya patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I have a good chance of winning here."

He comforted Eli, the person in charge of crisis public relations, and went to the old Mike's room. Goodman and Hamlin were also there, and he was following the old Mike using professional equipment to transcribe the discriminatory conversation of Motura.

"Sorry, let your two barristers do this." Song Ya also took a piece of equipment to help. Only the four of them could do this kind of thing, and even Linda was inconvenient to participate, and kept it confidential to the utmost.

Old Mike prepared boxes and boxes of blank cassettes. With the cooperation of the four people, more and more finished products were transcribed with that dialogue. If Sony Beimi still chooses to stand on the side of Motura, or they plan to use delaying tactics, Song Ya planned to send the cassettes to black djs everywhere, as well as bet (black entertainment television station) to spread out, and contacted Michel and others to use the power of the all-meter equality organization, and began to force the palace.

This actually has nothing to do with Motula’s inaction, because he absolutely can’t wait for Motula to discredit himself on a large scale before releasing this recording~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It would seem like a helpless move under pressure. The justice of publishing the recording is greatly reduced, and the focus will be blurred.

No way, mj won't help. Now the ‘fatal blow’ in his hand is actually the heaviest punch, and it must be perfect.

So far, apart from giving some support to the plaintiff's lawyer in the fluorescent agent case, Motula has not made any moves.

"Hello, um... ok, ok, I get it, what's it called? Okay, I wrote it down."

Hamlin finished the call and smiled: "It's a coincidence, what to say. The reporter of Louise reported that the private investigator had recruited the chief messenger, and the New York police had just arrested him."

"Who?"

"A New York entertainment agent named Antonio is also of Italian origin."

"Is this a small character who was pushed out to blame?" Goodman asked.

"It should be, Motura is about to start, he must clear the hidden danger first." Hamlin replied.

"Is it Antonio?" Song Ya suddenly thought of someone, "Are there any photos?" he asked.

"Yes, the reporter for Louise reports will be faxed over."

Song Ya walked quickly to the study, and the fax machine was really creaking at work, and a photo of an old man with an Italian face appeared in his eyes.

That's right, it's the old guy who used to find someone to take pictures of himself and Mira in the music classroom. It happened three years ago...

Is it true that Motura didn't know it?

This oolong is a bit too big...

"Is it this person? I'll go to the prosecutor's side to ask about it tomorrow, urging them to continue to follow him down." Hamlin came over, took the big head and looked at it carefully.

"Okay." Song Ya turned around and put his forearm on the window glass, pretending to avoid Hamlin's gaze while watching the night scene, and tightened his facial muscles.