Chicago 1990

Not all white people don't know how to make trouble. In Chicago, Cassidy took people to the streets. This time it was a joint operation with other organizations.

"Cassidy...Miss McGee, right?"

Before leaving, she was approached by a arrogant blond rich girl who was surrounded by a large number of people, "Sorry, you and your speeding party are not welcome to participate in our event."

"Why? We submitted the application and it was passed." Cassiti glared at her, gritted her teeth and replied: "Elizabeth, everyone is very dissatisfied with the result of the Simpson case."

"Because this is a peaceful protest, and you don't need militants like you, just like that, don't follow it anymore and retract into your mouse den!"

The rich girl put her hands in her trench coat pockets, domineering, "Everyone here doesn't want to be photographed standing in the same camp as the guys who supported the Oklahoma City bombing." She winked, and some men responded. Stepped forward to confiscated the placards and flags of Cassidy and others.

"Hey, stay away from us!"

Here, the Speeding Party wearing motorcycle vests pushed and shoved them, and quickly developed to throw their fists at each other.

"Police!"

Elizabeth immediately retreated, and the police officers waiting on the roadside heard her call and rushed over to disperse the group of Cassidy and others. An old colleague of Vic McGee took advantage of the chaos and scolded the "combat". Cathy shove a few steps, keep pushing, pushing across the corner of the street.

"Do you know her? Cassidy." Vic's old colleague asked when he looked around.

"Who doesn't know, the daughter of former Secretary of Defense Cheney." Kasidi replied.

"So you know..."

Vic’s old colleague stared at her uncomfortably, "Then don’t make it difficult for us! The upper order ordered us to take care of her, go, take your people, clean up, don’t make trouble here, otherwise you and your people will next time Don’t expect to be taken care of by us if you are arrested, let’s go and leave immediately!"

"Damn it, **** it!"

After being thrown off by a large group of troops, Cassidy asked her companions to clean up the placards scattered on the ground and walk across the street alone, "Go back when you are ready. I'm going to see a secret donor."

"Say hello to him for us."

The middle-aged woman in charge of the accounts in the team shouted to her back: "The funds are only enough to support next week. Looking at today, our actions will most likely not be reported by the media..."

"I know I know."

Cassidy waved back impatiently, crossed two streets vigilantly, and got into a black car quickly.

Still no nonsense, after some lingering, she put on a turtleneck bottoming shirt on her head contentedly.

"Ok?"

She couldn't use it in the car, her head was stuck in the neckline.

"It ends early today." Song Ya stretched out her hand to help, and her long golden hair escaped smoothly and fluffy.

"Yes, I was disturbed by a bitch."

Cassidy kissed him to express her gratitude, "It's still your senior at law school."

"It's early for me to go to law school."

Song Ya smiled bitterly. According to his intermittent school progress, it will be at least 97 years before he obtains an undergraduate degree and prepares for the LSAT (Law School Admission Test). "Do you regret it? Cassidy." He asked: " If your father did not happen, you might have been sitting in the classroom of the University of Chicago Business School the next year."

"Now I don't have time to think about those..."

Cassidy's eyes turned a little dim, "Let's talk about everything until Dad is released. His former colleague said that there are many criminals in his prison who were sent in by himself, and the FBI is deliberately revenge."

"Vick will be fine, someone is secretly taking care of it."

Song Ya persuaded her: "But it is very difficult for him to get out of prison in a short time. The FBI has collected a lot of charges. You can't put all your life on these street activities. If you want to take this road to politics, then your extreme Position is a big problem. You have to lean on the middle route. While still having time, go and continue your studies. When you are attacked in the future, you can say that it is just your ignorance when you are young, and you can't go in and out of the police station so frequently. Look, the skin is a lot rougher..."

"is it?"

Cassidy rolled up her sleeves and touched her arm, "It seems to be..."

"Right? And now the limelight has passed. From next year, I will find a way to quietly send some small donations through your account, although not many, because I rarely go to the fore to earn cash now..."

Song Ya said sincerely: "Stay away from politics on campus, and when you come out, you will change your face to draw a line with those extreme whites. You have done enough for your father, far beyond the ability of a daughter who is still studying."

"Well, I think about it."

During this period of time, he persuaded him more than once, and Cassiti listened to it today, "After meeting Elizabeth just now, I really feel that my future is slim. The resources of those politicians' children are not comparable to people like me."

"Elizabeth? Who?"

"Just what I said, your senior at law school, Cheney's daughter, eldest daughter." Cassidy replied.

"Hehe, nonsense, she can work in the State Council as soon as she graduates from college. After the party stepped down, her father went to the oil company. She turned around and entered the law school. I don't know if she was admitted on the basis of real skills..."

Song Ya also heard about Cheney’s daughter in law school. Michelle’s husband said that the woman didn’t seem to go to school very much, she was busy with her family, business, and political activities, and her resume was so beautiful as to inherit her father’s business. Up.

"Do you have something on your mind today?" Cassidy asked suddenly. "When I did it, I always seemed to want to say something but hesitated."

"No, I have never been more attentive than doing that kind of thing."

Song Yaxi laughed and laughed with her. After the two were separated, their expressions collapsed. He originally planned to encourage Cassidy to take advantage of Simpson's innocence and release MJ to protest against the blacks. As Gordon revealed, the accounting problems between MJ and the insurance company broke out.

The extreme white organization has nothing to do with me anymore, and my black subordinates would never think of it, except for Linda who knows that he and Cassidy are still in a relationship.

But it was Linda's attitude towards MJ that made him swallow the words back to his lips, and the current state of life of Cassidy...

Song Ya can’t bear to continue to sit by and watch the girls engage in such dangerous street activities. When Peter’s campaign is successful, Vic’s case will probably no longer require her to show her face to earn extreme white donations, and she will not be attracted by not doing anything. When the public pays attention to earning donations, but the trouble is to be caught in the unsolved cycle of paying lawyer fees and bail money in the police station. After such a long time to survive, apart from ensuring Vic’s lawyer fees, her small organization is still eating Difficult situation without a pause.

Because her position is too extreme, there is no room for her to rise politically.

And MJ is indeed a kind person, as can be seen from the fund-raising accounts of the Inner City Broadcasting Company he got, a large number of African celebrities such as Oprah like to lip service, but MJ's pen is actually donated. He seemed to have donated all the tour income from his last album, which was a huge sum of money.

And he doesn't like to use this channel to donate money to politicians, or use charity dinners and other names to organize parties, eat, drink and play. His money seems to be real charity.

Besides, according to his own judgment in the 1993 case, he was also wronged.

In short, the counterattack against him is better. Don't break the bottom line rashly. Otherwise, if your black subordinates know that there will be a big problem, the conscience will not pass.

"Oh, my heart is not dark enough, APLUS with a bottom line..."

Back to Highland Park with a sorrowful mood, there was a party at home. It was held in the name of a thank-you dinner for the donation of A+ Wines by Aunt Susie's charity organization.

The Lie Bar was filled with beautiful Grey Goose Vodka, the first batch of finished products from the Chinese joint venture distillery. Big A and Damon Dash were watching the wine together. The bartender filled a row of small bullet glasses. Starting from each side, one cup after another is pouring into your mouth.

‘Bah! ’

Damon Dash drank the center line first, and squeezed the glass on the bar with the gesture of a winner, "Huh! This vodka is really strong!"

"M-Fxxk... come again..."

Big A slipped down the chair with his tongue short, drew laughter from the men and women onlookers.

"YO..."

Song Ya fisted and greeted everyone, "When will the goods be sold in New York?" He asked Damon Dash.

"Soon, it will be in sync with the release of your album."

Damon Dash chewed on a slice of lemon to hangover, "But I don't think the quantity is enough, Riise and the others are still too conservative."

"So you are an inventory expert again?"

The two A+ liquor executives who followed Riese were very upset. He filed a complaint in front of the big boss and teased him, "Don't just question the judgment of professionals."

Damon Dash snorted at the two old white men with his nostrils, "I don't care, it's APLUS business anyway, let's talk..." He led his iron buddy Jazzy away, not wanting to entangle too much.

"Oh, yes, Jazzy, wait."

Song Ya remembered Daniel's reminder and stopped Jazzy, "I heard that you are very active in Brooklyn recently?"

"Yeah, I can post in the first half of next year. I have to use my own methods to build momentum." Jazzy replied.

"But don't involve NAS. He is my brother. I don't like seeing you play Beef with him. Do you have this plan, right?" Song Ya warned him, "Your coffee position is not enough. Change to a more suitable one. Object."

Daniel suggested to maintain relationships with old friends in the New York record industry. He doesn’t have much time, but occasionally it’s okay to make phone calls. He got news from NAS that Jazzy wanted to touch porcelain, and he promised to help NAS solve the trouble. "The Joey of the RUN-DMC combination is good."

"Hey, those buddies are all mad." Damon Dash protested for his brother.

"Don't mess with NAS anyway." Song Ya waved her hand unhappily to signal that they could leave.

"OK, I see, APLUS."

Jazzy punched his chest with his fist winking, and walked away with Damon Dash, who had been drinking too much.

"Rise, long time no see, Old Song..."

Song Ya and Rise and Song Asheng, who have been in China for a long time, are chatting, "Sony Columbia Records has sent all the world premiere samples of your new album." Linda appeared with Mavota holding two large cardboard boxes. .

"Very good, let's go and see."

Song Ya returned to the study happily, "Just put it on the table Mavota."

"Newman said that your wife can call you at any time, and she is willing to apologize as long as you are willing to answer." Linda waited for Mavota to leave and said after closing the door.

"Let me think again."

Song Ya continued to perfuse and unpacked the carton. It was a new CD released by Sony Columbia Records in various countries and regions, so he studied enthusiastically.

"The U.S. judicial system may have flaws, but we all respect this rule of law tradition. Since the jury has made this verdict, everyone should abide by it and keep calm..."

Linda turned on the TV, and the commander was speaking on the Simpson case, nothing more than acknowledging the jury's verdict and calling on dissatisfied people not to make trouble.

"I don't want to see it, Linda."

Song Ya immediately asked her to turn off the TV and open the plastic packaging of the rice version of the CD. The front of the CD is the picture of her with a rice knife and Grey Goose vodka looking down and smiling. The gold chain and rhinestone tag around her neck are bright, Sony Colombia also made a smoky effect on the dark background, showing off its wealth and indulgence, and a big 21.

"Very exquisite." He was very satisfied and opened the CD case. There was only a lyrics paper and a single CD in it, no more.

The back of the CD is the same as the cover, with sixteen additional song titles, in order:

WhateverYouLike

IGottaFeeling

Cheerleader

AiSeEuTePego

MamboNo.5

Angelina

YoungDumb

EarnedIt

Lovely

Feelin\'Myself

I\'mmaShine

NoMake-Up

SayGoodbye

DeadandGone

IGottaFeeling Dion Wilson Remix

He also opened the Japanese version, with similarities and differences. The Brazilian and other Latin-speaking versions put AiSeEuTePego, MamboNo.5, and Angelina in the first, second and last important positions. They prefer this style.

"Then I will go out first..." Linda felt that he was going to admire narcissistically for a long time, without interrupting.

Song Ya hummed the songs one by one, enjoying himself. He also studied the small areas, such as the back of the CD case, the small marking text under the A+ record logo, and the letter C in a circle, which means the whole process of record production. The copyright holder of, followed by 1995, indicates the year of release, and then the words A+Record/Sony Music, indicating the owner. A circle with the letter P indicates the recording copyright of the album, including the recording copyright of the master tape, followed by 1994 and 1995, indicating the recording time of the album's songs, followed by the producer A+ record.

The following line of text means that the record is distributed by Sony Music, which is the distributor.

"Ok?"

He found that in some parts of the world, that is, Sony Columbia Records does not have a direct distribution agency, there is an extra line in the version that was commissioned to record and distribute by local agents~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This product is owned by ATV/Sony Music Copyright Authorized issuance.

The corners of his mouth trembled, and the smile on his face froze. He went to the CD rack and took the "History" album released earlier by MJ. No, there is no such line. MJ's own MJJ company occupies most of the copyright labels. .

He remembered that MJ's album was released before the merger transaction deadline, of course not.

This is an irreparable pain, no matter how many times my second album is republished...

"Fxxk!"

He smashed the CD in his hand and slumped on the sofa. MJ and Sony are so strong together, is there any chance to get it back in this life?

It's useless to take it back, this kind of thing is printed on it...

Before he knew it, it was dark outside. He sat in the dark, holding his head in his hands, and slowly stroking his hair. After a long time, he cursed in Chinese, "What the **** is inexplicable! X!"

"Linda said APLUS is not ready yet."

In a backstage dressing room in Los Angeles, Newman put down his cell phone, exchanged a helpless look with Sandy Glen, and reported to Mariah Carey.

"Humph..."

She brushed her hair viciously at the mirror, her expression was still so arrogant, "I'm not in a hurry, anyway, as planned, he must join me on Jay Leno's talk show the day after tomorrow. If he doesn't come and beg me tomorrow, I will... let him open the skylight. !"

The next day, she waited left and right, anxious and more and more panicked, "Okay, I get it, I will tell..."

Walking in circles in the living room of Malibu Villa, Sandy Glen put down the phone, "Mimi, Linda told me just now that APLUS has finished recording the show with Jay Leno in advance, tomorrow..."

"What about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow's show... Without you..."