Chicago 1990

　　 After signing the contract in black and white, Song Ya and Daniel had a one-on-one in-depth talk for a long time and benefited a lot.

　　 For him, this conversation can no longer be called a simple chat, but a process of being subverted and reshaped. After getting the Apocalypse plug-in, his brain is full of studying hard, low-key development, waiting for the bucket of gold dug up by the plug-in to pay, and then naturally come out and enjoy the idea of ​​a romantic life.

However, Daniel told him the truth. Among the stars of the industry, there are very few who can keep from bankruptcy after passing or retiring. Most of them are even indulging in profligacy, indulging in alcoholism, drug abuse and Died young under the multiple effects of drugs.

　　 For example, when you are drunk, you just sign a document handed by a close friend, and your name may be inexplicably missing a real estate or a huge debt.

An unremarkable hunt for **** may be brought to court by the other party after the incident. In the face of false accusations of rape, he would either spend a lot of money to reconcile in private and bear notoriety for a lifetime, or spend more money to ask the lawyers to regain his reputation. Then he collapsed physically and mentally under countless court confrontations and media bombings. It may also be because of the love left by the other party deliberately, and faced with more than ten years of high maintenance payments and continuous blackmail. It may even contract a new type of venereal disease and die in just a few years.

The unclear relationship with gangs is even more a hidden danger for black stars from slums. On the one hand, living and growing up there will inevitably get involved with gangs. On the other hand, this background makes them various law enforcement agencies. After becoming famous, if you make a mistake, you will spend money to eliminate disasters, but you will be in prison.

Greedy relatives and hair-boys, all-pervasive little scammers, big Wall Street scammers swarming, brokers, managers, lawyers, accountants, and the guns and drugs brought into the car and in the room. , I didn’t mean to calculate the wrong tax, I didn’t mean to say the wrong thing...

　　 All these kinds of things are impossible to give him a fatal blow, so he must have energy, self-control, discernment and vigilance that far surpasses ordinary people, and even far surpasses white people of the same status.

At the same time that the road ahead is perilous, Daniel also told him that in this era of increasing equality and political correctness, he can also obtain countless benefits through his skin color. The prerequisite for obtaining these benefits is that he must have an impact on American politics and interpersonal relations. Have a very thorough understanding of the operation mode, as well as the corresponding interpersonal skills and mobility.

　　 Want to be "small and transparent" all the way to success? There is no such thing. A well-learned little transparency is a nerd and a target of bullying. Only a well-learned leader is worthy of success.

　　 For example, this application for BMI membership.

　　 "If you want organizations like BMI to speed up their work, you have to put pressure on them, and the race card is a very good means of pressure. Then you must understand how to accomplish this pressure through politics and public opinion."

"In addition to money, people in America also like something. This kind of thing is like supermarket points. The supermarket points can be exchanged for merchandise. If you save enough points, they will use it for money, power, and friendship. , For attention, for spiritual sublimation and satisfaction. For example, some wealthy people are willing to spend 100,000 yuan on a charity dinner in New York, and then spend a lot of money to fly back and forth in Africa just to give it to the locals. Why don’t they just buy hundreds of thousands of plastic schoolbags and send them over? In order to earn points, hand the schoolbags to local children and take a photo. The rich will use the points for moral self-satisfaction and prestige. , Celebrities use this point for the goodwill of the public and the media, and high school students use this point to accumulate the experience of social activities for applying for a good university..."

　　 "There are many ways to get points, and there are countless ways to get points, but you have to remember that only by becoming a person who can provide points to others is the real winner."

　　 Under Daniel's teachings, Song Ya re-planned his life. He went back to school and first went to find a music teacher.

　　 "Wow, Alex, it turns out that you are writing about APLUS for second-hand stores. You did a great job. Congratulations! We are all kept in the dark by you."

　　 This is the first sentence of the music teacher meeting.

Song Ya said: "Thank you, I am sincere. All my music knowledge comes from you. I never thought that this song would be successful. Lori is my brother’s best friend. We often mingled together. Xingqi wrote the song to him, and then...sometimes beautiful things happen suddenly, just like dreaming, everything caught me off guard. After relieving from the dream, there was a voice in my heart asking me to thank God, thank many people, I thought of you first in this school. Without your help and encouragement, there would be no where I am today."

　　 The music teacher laughed, "No, all students use the same way of teaching, but you are the only one who has made achievements, mainly because of personal talent."

"You passed the award." Song Ya humbled, "Actually, I was going to thank you on a grand occasion. Because my song, BMI, that is, the American Radio Music Association, allowed me to join. They I plan to have a small membership award ceremony, which is to put some stools in the gym and... You know, it's a very simple one. But it's a pity..."

　　 He carefully adjusted his facial muscles and made a wry smile.

　　 "Oh?" The music teacher raised his interest, "Why didn't it take place as scheduled?"

　　 "I... hard to say, it seems that the link is stuck, in fact, I feel a little bit racist..." Song Ya replied.

　　 "Racism!" The music teacher's eyes widened.

　　 "It just feels... Maybe, you know, we are very keen on this and can feel some..." Song Ya shrugged, "I was going to tell the principal..."

　　 "We must go!" The music teacher pulled him up, "There is nothing to hesitate to deal with discrimination. Go now! Go!"

　　 was led to the principal's office by the music teacher.

　　 The principal is a black old man with a bald head, and he patiently listened to Song Ya's retelling.

　　 "They planned to have a small ceremony, but they got stuck on purpose?"

The principal picked up the phone and said, "This kind of thing can't be tolerated, I understand, some white..." He glanced at the white music teacher and changed his words, "In institutions with a long history like BMI, there are often many races hidden. The old head of ism..."

He didn’t know which social relationship he had called, and after finishing the call, he smiled and said to Song Ya: “It turns out that the author of the second-hand shop was in my school. Haha, what grade are you in? How old are you...wow, ten A five-year-old composer and BMI member, um, it does need a ceremony. If you need any help, just say."

　　 "That's it." Song Ya replied: "My agent suggested that I ask if you can ask the councillors in this district to help? He also asked me to write a letter to the affirmative organization in Chicago."

"Very good idea. I will call Senator Underwood. He must be willing to help. As for the affirmative organization... Well, it is better for you to contact them personally. Boy, you have a good agent, I Give you the address and phone number of an affirmative organization~www.ltnovel.com~ They have an office at the University of Chicago..."

　　 With the help of the music teacher and principal, Song Ya executed Daniel's idea perfectly.

　　 "Maybe it's too perfect, BMI won't hate me after playing too big, right? After all, they didn't do anything..." He drummed inwardly.

　　 walked out of the principal's room, bid farewell to the music teacher, but did not expect to be stopped by two gangsters in the corridor.

　　 "YO! APLUS..." A small **** drew closer, "Did you write that song by Little Lori?"

　　 "Yeah." Song Ya, who had been reborn, didn't panic at all.

　　 "Let's talk about it, how about you also write a song to my brother." He pointed to another gangster, "His rap level is also very good."

Song Ya pushed him directly, "Are you serious? Huh?" He took the initiative, put his forehead on the opponent's forehead, and looked straight into the opponent's eyes, "You know I wrote a song for Little Lori, you don't I know to ask who my boss is? Huh? Have you heard of the regional bobcat? Huh!? You stop me!?"

　　 The opponent stepped back, and he was pushed all the way to stand against the wall, "Do you want me to write a song? Huh? Is your rap level good?" He changed his goal again and continued...

　　 The two gangsters fled.

　　 Song Ya wanted to cross her hips and laughed.

　　 Unexpectedly, happiness was extremely sad, and when he turned his head, he saw the cheerleader goddess walking towards his own money, and soon he found that the football forward on the other side of the corridor was already rubbing his fists to warm up.

　　 "FXXX!"

　　 Anxious Zhongshengzhi, a few steps rushed to a group of passing girls, and picked the most pleasing to the eye, "Hey, can I get to know you?" In order not to get beaten, he also worked hard.