Chicago 1990

　　 Steven certainly didn't know that Song Ya was going to recruit the MV heroine, he called for another matter.

　　 "You know Little Lori, don't you?" Steven seemed anxious, "Can you contact his agent for me? Now!"

　　 "Pablo?"

　　 Song Yaxin said, didn’t you secretly hook up your shoulders long ago? Why do I still need to contact?

"Yes, Pablo, his cell phone can't get through, can you reach him through someone else? The other person should be in New York. Before that, let me tell you the seriousness of the matter. At 7:30 in the evening, Lowry and his people beat up my old friend’s son in a nightclub in New York. Now, almost one o’clock in the morning, my old friend’s son and his friends are all in New York looking for revenge on Little Lowry. They carry guns. !"

　　 Steven's tone is very serious, "If you contact Pablo, let him call me immediately."

　　 Song Ya felt a bit **** thinking about Tony’s safety, but couldn’t ignore it, “Well, I’ll find a way to contact him, and let your old friend restrain his son!”

　　 "Oh! Old Jones can control his son and still spend my night looking for people?" Steven hung up.

　　 Song Ya hurriedly dialed Pablo's cell phone, but couldn't get through, and then called Lori again. The cell phone was on but no one answered him, so he could only call Tony, AK, and the ‘silencer’ pager.

　　 I waited anxiously for more than ten minutes and no one answered the call, thinking about finding Old Joe, and fearing that the call would be busy and affecting Tony's call. I was struggling, and the phone rang.

　　 "My dear brother, what's the matter with you? Serial call us?" Tony's drunken voice came, and the background music was very loud, either in a nightclub or a strip bar.

　　 "Where's Pablo? Why can't the phone get through?"

　　 "The phone is dead, right."

　　 "Where is Little Lori?"

　　 "Little Lori is busy, hehe."

　　 Hearing Tony’s wretched laughter, Song Ya knew that Little Lori must be busy on the woman’s belly, "Let Pablo talk to me."

　　 "What is he doing? He is in the hotel, he is not with us, he should go to bed early now."

　　 Song Ya didn’t have time to talk to him, “Leave the place where you stayed right away and all go back to the hotel. Wake Pablo up and let him call Steven or me!”

　　 "Hey, don't worry, speak slowly, Little Lori is not done yet." Tony was still smiling hippie.

　　 Song Ya had no choice but to ask him, "Did you hit someone today?"

　　 "Huh? How do you know? We wanted to teach that wave boy a long time ago. Even if he was unlucky, we ran into him at the nightclub. When I went up, I punched, punched, haha! I fell on the spot..."

　　 "My brother!"

　　 Song Ya almost fell out of anger, "Now that fluctuating kid is looking for you all over the world with his brothers and guns! Go away! Go back to the hotel!"

　　 "Let him come, who doesn't have a gun..."

　　 "Tony!"

　　 Song Ya roared: "I am not an outsider, so I don't have to show my face in front of me! I know you my brother, you are a smart person, you should know how to choose!"

　　 Tony was silent for a few seconds, "Well, let's go back to the hotel."

　　 "Use Lori's cell phone to keep in touch!"

　　 "I see, I see." Tony hung up.

　　 A few minutes later, the phone rang, "We are in the car, and we haven't seen the wave boy group yet." Tony said.

　　 "What the **** is going on!?" Song Ya let out a sigh of relief.

"Can you tell me?" Tony asked Lori at the other end. He should have received a positive answer before continuing: "This volatility kid was the one who took the stage in Baltimore and Lori last time. We thought he was An unknown junior, he knew that he was the son of the well-known jazz musician Olu Jones when he was familiar with New York. He was already well-known in the Queens rap circle when he was a teenager. At that time, he was instructed to pretend to be a small person and go to Baltimore to snipe. Little Lori. At night in the club, we ran into him by accident, and when we didn't agree, we gave him a lesson."

　　 "It didn't cause any serious injuries, right?" Song Ya remembered that it was the time when Little Lori was almost crying on stage at the time, which was very embarrassing.

　　 "We have a sense of measure."

　　The phone they were playing with should be not far from the hotel. After arriving at the hotel safely, the phone was handed over to Pablo.

　　 Song Ya asked him to contact Steven, and Pablo agreed.

　　 Half an hour later, Pablo called again, "Uh, APLUS, this time we need you to be an intermediary, you go to see the father and Steven of the fluctuation kid, and tell them..."

　　 "Why don't you go by yourself?" Song Ya would not be instructed by him.

　　 "Hey, I'm going to talk and it's all over when I go to talk. This time it's very serious. The wave boy is messing with the producer of Rakim, do you know Rakim?"

　　 "It seems like an old man in the rap world? The album's results this year are mediocre, but the external evaluation is very high."

　　 "Yes, in addition to being a rapper, Rakim is still a member of the ‘Fifth Nation’. There are some forces in New York, and I don’t want to fight with them." Pablo briefly introduced the Fifth Nation.

　　 In the era of apartheid, in order to fight against the Christian religion that binds the white label, and the traditions brought by North African blacks, they have turned to the embrace of the green religion. The most famous of them is the boxing champion Ali. To put it bluntly, one-fifth of the country is one of the dynamic organizations of this black and green group, and Song Ya subconsciously feels uncomfortable.

"You are the most suitable middleman. Go to Steve. You are smart enough. The face of the two platinum songwriters can make Rakim give enough respect. Let Old Jones and Rakim restrain the fluctuation boy. Let's truce. We are at fault on both sides. In Baltimore, the Wave Boy must be doing something for MCA. Rakim is from MCA. They want to snipe out the release of Lori's album, and then install someone to take our album and take yours. The distribution of second-hand stores. Didn’t you also have a little misunderstanding with the black music circle in New York? Steve, old Jones and Rakim, they have a good influence in the black music circle in New York, go talk to them. "

As long as the evaluation of Lori is not involved, Pablo is a very calm and persuasive person, "Remember, they are also afraid of us. GD (Gangster Gospel) is stronger than all the black gangs in New York. I just gave the boss He called and he supported us."

　　 "Pablo, don't let Little Lori mess up anymore, don't put Tony in danger!" Song Ya warned solemnly.

　　 "It was Tony who did it first." Pablo's words made him lose his temper.

　　 At three in the morning, Song Ya hurried out and took a taxi to a remotely located chicken shop in Queens.

　　 was searched at the door. After entering, apart from Steve and the old black man next to him, the others were young people in street attire. There were about a dozen or so, and the shop was almost full.

　　 "Introduce, APLUS......"

Steve introduced Song Ya to them. He pointed to the old black man next to him, "Old Jones." Then he pointed to a black man in his twenties who was wearing a baseball cap against his white turban, "Rakim." Finally, he pointed to a black nose and a swollen face. The young man, "Nasir, that is, the wave boy."

　　 "Yo..." Song Ya tried his best to stay relaxed under the gaze of more than a dozen eyes, and greeted them separately in a street tone.

　　 There was a cannibalistic look in the eyes of the wave boy, he ignored him, and the other two were kind.

　　 "Truce, right? End here?" Song Ya didn't bother to find a place to sit, and directly pointed out his intentions.

　　 "Never!" The fluctuation boy responded viciously.

　　 "You little bastard! Who do you think you are!?" Old Jones scolded angrily, "Do you want to go to prison forever?! How did I give birth to you..."

　　 Steve stopped him from the sidelines.

　　 "I said it clearly, we are both wrong about this, right? Rakim?" Song Ya looked at Rakim. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"I know that you are very popular recently with APLUS. Have you signed a contract with Colombia?" Rakim grinned. "Second-hand shop, to De Klerk, haha, if it weren't for the achievements of those two songs, you would talk to me like this. Can't get out of this door."

　　 A attendant next to him took out a gun and took a picture of it on the table.

　　 "Rakim!" Steven snapped.

　　 Rakim tilted his head and motioned, and asked the younger brother to put the gun back.

　　 Song Ya gave Pablo’s mother to X in her heart, but she also knew that she must not be counseled at this time, "MCA, Baltimore." He revealed the last holiday, "Isn’t it right that I said there was a mistake on both sides?"

　　 "So what? My little brother is not for nothing." Rakim didn't mean to deny it, and uttered a slap in the face.

"I'm here for the sake of the fluctuation boy." Song Ya said what Pablo had confessed. "Little Lori was not just a fool. His father, formerly the leader of GD, died in a gang war. GD’s gangsters take good care of him. If you don’t change your attention tonight, the gunmen over there will leave Chicago in the morning, and I never speak nonsense."

　　 "Nasir..." Old Jones's tone trembled.

　　 "Don't shame me, Dad." The fluctuation boy is still there.

　　 "Rakim!" Steve stared at Rakim.

　　 "Huh..." Rakim took a long breath and reached under his turban and scratched it.

　　 "Let it all pass, okay?"

　　 Song Ya seized the opportunity and started to flicker: "We help each other, and there will be more opportunities for cooperation in the future. You are in New York, we are in Chicago. To be snobbish, as long as we cooperate, we can sell a few more records..."