Chicago 1990

　　 The process of taking the negatives went smoothly. The three of them went to his office with the old man almost halfway, and handed over all the photos and negatives from the drawer of the boss desk. Eric also checked the drawer for fear of omissions.

　　 "Wow, it was so exciting just now." Dile said excitedly on the way back to the hotel.

　　 Song Ya did not respond, but he calmed down at this time, regretting a little bit in his heart.

Just now he was on the edge of the law. No, he even violated the law to some extent. In the lobby, if the old man recruits security, he will definitely not get out of trouble. In the office, if the old man recruits police officers, they can almost count. The work has been caught.

　　 Fortunately, it seemed that the old man was completely scared by his fierce appearance at the time, and he did not dare to do anything.

But Song Ya knew that since this old man could enter SBK and talk to himself before the audition results came out, the energy behind it was certainly not small, especially the Italian name'Antonio' ​​on the sign on the door of his office, which reminded people of murder. The Italian Mafia. In this era, the Mafia is no longer good in Chicago, but it still has a surviving reputation in New York.

In addition to soaking in Mira, his New York trip is definitely not a success. During this time, he offended many people in SBK, left a reputation for not helping himself among the black community in New York, and went against all the time. Be cautious first, spend money like running water, just five thousand plus eight hundred plus miscellaneous for Mila, a total of six or seven thousand dollars... You must know that Aunt Susie and other family members are still living in slums and eating welfare. It.

　　 "It's a **** and the city that can make you lose yourself."

　　 He walked outside the hotel, looked up at the towering skyscrapers, and couldn't help sighing.

　　 Knocked on the door, and Mira, with red eyes, threw into her arms, "What should I do?" she cried.

　　 "It's okay, everything is okay." Song Ya touched her back softly and comforted.

Mrs. Jovovich in the room was talking on the phone, “It will take a long time to wait for the revenue of the song. Even if the record can be released in the second half of the year, it will be settled next year by SBK. Movies... Columbia will only pay 100% of the salary when entering the group. Fifteen or twenty, the rest..." She held her handkerchief and kept wiping tears.

　　 Song Ya looked at this beautiful hotel suite, and felt quite disapproving.

　　 "APLUS, what should we do?" Mrs. Jovovich put down the phone and looked at her daughter who was tightly wrapped around Song Ya, her face becoming paler.

　　 "It's okay, Mrs. Jovovich, it's all solved."

　　 "Resolved?" Mrs. Jovovich showed surprise in her eyes.

　　 "Yeah, I got all the negatives." Song Ya took out the white film bag from her arms and handed it to her.

　　 "Really!" Mrs. Jovovich carefully checked. "You are... how did you do it?"

　　 Song Ya shrugged, "Spend money... In New York, what better way to solve the problem besides money."

　　 "How much did it cost?" Mrs. Jovovich asked.

　　 "One hundred thousand dollars." Song Ya didn't care.

　　 Mira in her arms screamed, "You shouldn't give that bad old man so much money!"

　　 "Oh, my God!" Mrs. Jovovich covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Thank you, APLUS."

"Forget it, don't mention this." Song Ya explained to the two of the rehearsal in Chicago. "SBK will be responsible for your accommodation and other expenses in Chicago during this time, because Mira is a minor SBK will also be responsible for the extra expenses in this area."

　　 "Yeah! Dear, let's leave here and go to Chicago!" Under her mother's gaze, Mira offered a kiss.

　　Daniel moved very quickly. He thoughtfully sent a large RV for the band to run the propaganda, and transported the personnel and equipment to Chicago. Old Joe Music downstairs.

　　 "This is it?" Mira jumped out of the car excitedly, looked around the surroundings, and was instantly disappointed.

　　 "That's it." Song Ya knocked on the iron door, and it was Carl who came to open the door. "Come in, let me introduce you..."

Old Joe’s music is still the same, except that there is an extra photo of Old Joe and Congressman Underwood on the photo wall of the stairs. The posters of Lori and Al at the front desk on the second floor have also been removed and replaced by Luo. Rui's one-man show.

"Everyone knows that the security of Chicago South City is not good. The hotel is considered safe. Don't go out around Old Joe Music, especially the opposite..." Song Ya pointed to the underground nightclub opposite, "You white people Never have the idea of ​​going in and playing."

　　 "I understand, I understand, Alcapone! Da Da Da..." Dile gestured with his hand at the Chicago typewriter.

　　 Song Ya smiled, Alcapone was finished early. His failure caused the mafia ebb in Chicago, which is the first first-tier city in the whole rice that is controlled by blacks.

　　 He didn't bother to explain these words to Dile and the others. He opened the door of the recording studio and asked them to carry the equipment from the RV, and took Mila into Old Joe's office, locked the door, and Mother Mila stayed in the hotel to clean up, a rare opportunity.

　　 moved a little bit, he put his arms around the big white girl who was still lingering on his lap, and dialed Pablo's cell phone, "Hi, Pablo, this is APLUS, is Tony next to you?" he asked.

　　 The call was transferred to Tony's hand.

　　 "Uh...Tony, I want to ask, and...erh not, how do you pay for your partner?"

　　 After talking on the phone with Tony, he asked Mira to get dressed to participate in the rehearsal, got in Eric's car, went to the bank, and then returned to his slum home.

　　 Standing outside the dilapidated home, it is hard to imagine that I was still in New York not long ago. A large group of singers and agents tried their best to figure out their own preferences and fought over their own choices.

　　 "Hey Al, is the car repaired?" He saw Al crawling out of the car, covered in oil.

　　 "It was repaired early, but it broke again soon, so I can only repair it continuously." Al replied.

　　 Aunt Susie and the others are not there. They should have gone to church. Song Ya walked into her room, and the local Chicago media's news report about the popularity of second-hand stores was being broadcast on the small TV.

　　 Al quickly turned off the TV.

　　 "Al, be my partner, I am very short of manpower now." He searched in the room for a long time~www.ltnovel.com~ and found a few rubber bands to tie small objects.

　　 Al did not speak.

　　 "Don't be **** decadent, you hate old Joe and them, you will never hate me?" Song Ya persuaded: "Or do you want to miss another chance?"

　　 "Okay." Al insisted before long and agreed, "Thank you APLUS."

　　 "Don't be polite to me."

　　 Get Al, Song Ya took out five hundred knives from his arms, tied them up with rubber bands, and went out to find Eric and threw it to him, "Your share."

　　 "Thanks, APLUS." Al didn't count, and smiled and stuffed the roll of money into his pants pocket.

　　 This is the follower... No, another benefit of a partner is cheap. After working hard for so long, the normal salary of a tuner in New York is definitely more than that. In fact, this is also a common problem. The income of ordinary members of Chicago gangs is even far below the government's minimum wage. Even small bosses cannot meet the normal income of white-collar workers in large companies outside. Now many gang members still live with their mothers as adults, not them. Filial piety, but really no money to move out...

　　 Take Al and return to Old Joe's music.

　　 "Hey... Al." Carl, who has always been silent, saw Al take the initiative to say hello.

　　 Ayer gave him a middle finger.

　　 Carl smiled rarely.

　　 At night, Dile and others finished the rehearsal and walked out of the old Joe’s music. From now on, Al drove the Ford pickup to take them back and forth from the hotel.

'boom! ’

　　 Suddenly, there was a dull gunshot from the underground nightclub opposite, followed by the screams of men and women, and black and heavy silhouettes poured out like a tide from inside, a mess.

　　Dilay, they all looked dumbfounded.

　　 "Welcome to Chicago." Song Ya smiled.