Chicago 1990

　　 "Put it on."

Old Qiao picked up the gold chain and looped it around Song Ya's neck twice, and helped to wear the gold watch. "Look, look..." He took a step back and watched Song Ya shake his head with satisfaction. This is what my Nancheng boy should be like."

　　 "South City Boy..."

　　 Song Ya adjusted the big, thick gold chain that was a bit narrow, and smiled bitterly: "Boss, is your investment so worth it? Nancheng's public security is getting worse."

　　 "I'm not going anywhere."

Old Joe took him into the office, lit a cigar, and lay comfortably behind the boss’s desk, "I know this neighborhood, I have lived here for decades, and I am the king here. Many black people, singing and playing football Those who are admitted to a prestigious school can’t wait to move to some noble community and be neighbors with white people as soon as they have the opportunity. All, a little capable, can run away...Hell if the law and order is so good here."

　　 "Uh..." Song Ya's old face blushed slightly after hearing this.

　　 "You are a genius APLUS. I think you are different from those people. I want to keep you here." Old Joe took out a document from the drawer and threw it to Song Ya.

　　 This is an equity transfer letter, 10% of Old Joe’s music, and the names of Old Joe and Hell’s Bobcat boss "Kenneth" have been signed.

　　 "As long as you sign a name, 10% will be yours, no need to spend a penny." Old Joe said.

　　 "Sorry."

　　 Song Ya decided to shrink as soon as he saw the name of the boss, "I thank you for your kindness, but..." He put the file back on the boss's desk.

　　 "Don't even think about it?" Old Joe pushed the file forward a bit.

　　 Song Ya can only try to shirk, "I'm really sorry, I...I'm still in high school, I don't want to..."

　　 "It's alright, I understand."

　　 Old Joe stopped his hesitating excuses, struck a match, took the contract and lit it.

　　 The two silently watched the contract burn to ashes, and were thrown into the waste basket by Old Joe, "So... what are your plans for the next?" Old Joe asked.

　　 "Plan? After finishing high school, go to a prestigious school..."

　　 "Where is the song? Are you still writing a song?"

　　 "Uh, no inspiration yet."

　　 "That's it..." Old Joe hid himself behind the cigar cloud, "If you are inspired, don't forget the old Joe music."

　　 What can Song Ya say, "No, don't worry."

At this time, four black aunts came up and Song Ya knew them. It was the four of them who took a photo with Old Qiao on the poster of Old Qiao’s music hall. I heard that they had formed a choir group when they were young, but they did not become popular. They are now older. Now, the choir has become a harmony group, and it is still barely maintained by all kinds of scattered tasks.

　　 "Joe! If you want to lie to us again this time, we will kill you!"

　　 When I saw Old Qiao in the first place, he scolded him viciously. Four buckets like Aunt Susie crowded the office tightly, and Song Ya took the opportunity to leave.

When 　　 left, I heard Old Joe shouting in fear, "Don't do it! Don't do it! I will never lie to you again this time! Don't pull my clothes! Don't!"

Because most of the black men grew up in single-parent families, no matter how fierce they are in adulthood, when they encounter a black aunt who is about the same age as their mother, most of them will retreat. If the black aunt raises that unique voice and shouts, They will be as if they were taken seven inches, and they will obediently give up without the ability to resist.

　　 When he got home, Song Ya continued his boring study. All kinds of knowledge, whether it's calculus or stocks, was stuffed into his brain like a whale. It's been half a year since I've traveled, nothing else, I always feel that knowledge is not enough.

　　 One hour, two hours, three hours...

　　 finally felt a little tired, he rubbed his eyebrows, left the bedroom, and lay down in front of the TV.

　　 On the sofa is the American version of VOGUE this September, and Mila on the cover is dressed stylishly with piercing eyes.

　　 The talk time between the two has been getting shorter and shorter recently. Most of them were accompanied by Song Ya's perfunctory response. Mila sent a complaint and then hung up the phone.

　　 Mila is now a few levels more popular than Lori, even Song Ya, who doesn’t hear anything outside the window, would frequently hear female classmates in the school mention her.

　　 Hayden helped William Morris to win her brokerage contract. This great achievement made him promoted soon, and now he is getting busier and busier. Song Ya hasn't seen him for a long time.

William Morris seems to want to make Mira the second Madonna. In the new publicity strategy, he also frequently disagrees with the customer Madonna of the rival CAA. Madonna is only popular at the age of twenty-five, and Mira is only fifteen now. The fifteen-year-old Mila has already appeared on the cover of VOGUE, leaving Madonna far behind. What else is Mila’s contribution to De Klerk to equal rights is not inferior to any song of Madonna back then...

It seems that this is a coup. The whole society is involuntarily guided by the wind to make various comparisons. Even SBK, under the urging of William Morris, has also devoted a lot of effort to the creation of Mira album, not to mention the excitement. With a lot of publicity expenses waiting for Mira to join Columbia Pictures. But Song Ya still looks down on this rather low forced bundling propaganda, and Madonna has no response on the other side, just like treating a harmless little insect, too lazy to chase away.

　　 However, Mira’s current income has completely crushed herself. She heard that many top luxury brands have contacted her. William Morris is helping her to screen, and the commercial price code is also rising. Her father, Mr. Jovovich, who was losing his pants in Los Angeles, has now turned over and is looking for new clients for his investment company in a high-profile way. Song Ya, of course, needless to say. His call even reached Daniel's house.

　　 I don’t know if it’s wise, Mila called.

　　 "I always call you on the initiative." Her first sentence was a complaint.

　　 "I was about to call you, but I received your call." Song Ya casually made up a nonsense, "How are you doing?"

"I miss you."

"me too."

　　 The two fell silent.

"you……"

"you……"

　　 A few seconds later ~www.ltnovel.com~ the two spoke at the same time, "You speak first." Song Ya said.

"Do you have time lately? I will go to Yellowstone Park to shoot an ad. I will stay there for a week. I think we can play there for a few days... Nause! I have to ask the girls to ask you!" Mila said As she spoke, she stood up proudly.

　　 "Reporter..." Song Ya hesitated.

　　 "I'm not afraid of what you are afraid of!?"

　　 "I'm afraid it will affect your current image, my dear, you have been gaining momentum recently."

　　 "It's not like that. It's just a lot busier and more tired than before. It's okay. The shooting location is very remote. I said hello to the camera crew and the paparazzi can't come in."

"Ok."

　　The girl is so active, Song Ya feels that he will be struck by thunder if he doesn't agree, but he suddenly saw a familiar face on the TV screen.

　　 "What then? Stop talking again, you always do this!"

　　 "……"

"Bye!"

　　 "Beep toot..." I hung up the phone, and a busy tone came from the microphone.

　　 "Luke? Growth troubles?"

　　 The familiar face Song Ya saw was Luke in the long troubles of the big hit drama, a child over ten years old.

　　 The third apocalypse, in the two-minute movie scene, isn't this Luke the starring role! ?

Song Ya put down the microphone, and his mind started to move quickly, "Since it is a movie clip given by Apocalypse, this Luke should be very popular in the future? If I continue to invest in this Luke according to the guidelines of Apocalypse, will the business be stable? Will it make or lose?"

He picked up the receiver again and dialed Hayden's phone, "Hey, help me look up the troubles of growing up. What's the name of the actor of Liluke? What is the background?... Okay, Leonardo DiCapri Oh, right? I wrote it down."