Chapter 103

Hang up the phone and Songya calls old Joe again.

"Are you back in Chicago? At the record company? OK. Wait for me to call in the evening. It's about eleven o'clock. "

Old Joe said a word and hung up the phone. Eleven o'clock I don't know what's the matter with old Joe, but I'm going to take part in the protest early tomorrow morning. According to Michelle, I'll be wandering on the street all day. It's a hard work. In addition, there will be a lot of reporters who will follow the film all the time. In order to get his image in the news, song Ya feels it is necessary to have a sleep first and cultivate his spirit.

He lay down on the sofa in the corner of the office, but he couldn't sleep. He didn't worry about feiji's temporary proposal just now, but owed the bank about 4 million yuan. He said he didn't feel it, but he was still a little drumming in his heart. A + pedal company's $1 million is easy to handle, and its business can't sustain. It's a big deal to file for bankruptcy. However, if the 3 million yuan mortgaged by ifeelitcom's personal income is not enough, the song will no longer belong to itself, which means that it can use a lifetime long-term meal ticket to lose one

"Dilai..."

He called delay in. "What are you going to do with the synthesizer copyright library?"

"Do as planned."

Dilai's original plan was discussed by several people before the acquisition of Warren brothers synthesizer company. Because the company's copyright library is very old and its licensing income is declining year after year, delay plans to divide the copyright library into two parts, pick out the newer part of the original copyright library and merge it with song ya's synthetic sound invented for a + audio to form a package a, which is specially for the small public with low budget Department preparation. Then all the copyrights are printed into a complete package B. the number of polyphonic sounds in package B is about twice that of package a, but the price is only 20% higher than that of package A. large companies that are afraid of copyright trouble and have sufficient budget should be interested in it.

"Has any company made an inquiry?" Song Ya asked.

"Of course, in addition to the original old customers, many new customers have also begun to contact me. They have long noticed the new synthetic sound you invented in diklerk and ifeelitcom, but they didn't know there was an a + audio company before, so they couldn't afford it. Now we have a copyright library with a market share of 5-7%. It's very difficult for them to get around it, so they can easily buy it. "

"Not bad." Song Yaxin settled down.

"Can't you sleep? Do you want my sleeping pills? " Delay saw the blanket on the sofa.

"Come on, I don't have to take medicine to fall asleep."

Song Ya declined. Personally, he felt that the medication habits of the American people were very bad. They thought that the medicine should take effect immediately. For example, if you take a sleeping pill, you can change it to a more powerful one if it doesn't work. It's easy to upgrade it to a very domineering variety, and that medicine can't hurt your body.

At eleven o'clock, old Joe's car stopped downstairs.

Song Ya went up to the back seat and said, "Hey! Boy, good on the late night show Old Joe hugged his shoulder affectionately.

"Thank you. Where's your extended Lincoln?" Except for song ya, he never noticed that Carl had music in his eyes

Carl turned back and laughed at him.

"That car is very eye-catching, and there is too much space in the back row. The more you sit alone, the more lonely you are..." Said old Joe.

"Er Well, don't you take part in the protest tomorrow? " Song Ya asked.

"I'm too lazy to go..."

Old Joe curled his lips. "I've seen a lot."

Song Ya knows that old Joe records seems to have encountered some trouble, but he does not want to ask, the other party does not want to say, the two tacit understanding casually chatted about other topics.

The car is zigzagging in the South City, "Carl." Cried old Joe suddenly.

Carl immediately slammed the steering wheel, made a 90 degree sharp turn, got into an alley, stopped and stalled.

"What's the matter?" Song Ya was thrown hard for a while, and his shoulder hit the inside of the door, causing pain.

"It's OK." Old Joe looked out carefully. "There will be protests tomorrow. There are a lot of traffic on the road."

Song Ya had a bad feeling in his heart.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, old Joe patted Carl on the shoulder, restarted the car, drove onto the road, and then headed for the public housing area.

In the era of the influx of black people into Chicago, white people built a number of public housing in the south city to accommodate them. Most of them were more than ten stories high, and the interior space was very large, but the quality and layout of the buildings were very poor. Gradually, this kind of community which can accommodate tens of thousands of people has become a hotbed of crime. Until now, many gangs still put their nests in it, because of the large number of residents, the large area and the complex internal environment, it is the most suitable place to avoid pursuit.

"What's the matter, old Joe?" Song Ya asked carefully.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Kenneth wants to see you." Old Joe returned.

The car skidded and stopped outside a building. The public facilities here were in disrepair for a long time. The street lamps were basically broken. The dark corridor gate was like the mouth of a monster. Sonya didn't know why Kenneth had asked Old Joe to bring him here. He was a little flustered and even more frightened to see this kind of scene.

"Joe?" A voice came out in the corridor."Yes Old Joe pushed the door open and said, "follow him."

"Are you not together?" Song Ya asked.

"I'll wait for you here."

"All right."

Song ya got out of the car and bravely walked into the door. He saw a black man beside the elevator door, "open your arms." After searching, the other party led him into the elevator hall and pressed the button on the eighth floor.

The man didn't say a word, and song Ya didn't know what to say.

The old elevator made a terrible creak and went up layer by layer. The head was wearing the flower scarf of helltail cat, which was very common. They arrived in silence and the elevator door opened.

"Bang!" A dull sound came from outside, and song Ya was startled.

"Hey! Don't make trouble at night

The man scolded. Song Ya found out that it was just two bear children with baseball gloves playing catch game in the corridor

Follow each other into the corridor, the lights are dim and dilapidated, the walls are covered with graffiti, the air is floating with a strong smell of fried food.

The man kept saying hello to the residents in the building. He went to a stairway and led song ya to climb another floor. The ninth floor was very unusual. Several gang members guarded the stairway, holding different types of long guns in their hands. Song ya did not study the guns, but only found that he even had AK.

They went through a similar sentry and entered Kenneth's room. The interior was decorated with western style "local tyrants", Baroque wooden furniture, and some unknown oil paintings and animal horns on the wall.

"Big star, long time no see." Kenneth stood behind the boss's table, with his arms outstretched. There was a tiger skin in front of the table

"Hey." Song Ya used to hug him.

Kenneth took a knife out of his arms

Song Ya's heart pounded.

He misunderstood, and the other party took out a cigar from the cigar box, cut it with a knife and threw it.

Song Ya catches it in a hurry.

Then Kenneth picked up a silver pistol and pulled the trigger

A blue flame came out of the muzzle of the gun

Well, song Ya doesn't know that the other party usually does this style, or he is deliberately scaring him

He pecked the cigar at the muzzle of the gun and said, "I want you to come here just to ask about the Stormtrooper that day." Said Kenneth.

"What?"

"Stormtroopers took one of GD's outlets and went to you, right?"

It turns out that the other party is for this, the sales point is terminated, and he is in the Stormtrooper's hands undamaged, which may make them misunderstand.

Song Ya's brain was spinning rapidly. He didn't want to tell the gang leaders about his connection with the cook county prosecutor. He had to make up a reason, "I have some personal grudges with the Stormtrooper leader."

"Vic?"

"Yes."

"For what?"

"Er I went to school with his daughter and

"You fucked his daughter?"

"No, no, I turned her down."

"Ha ha ha ha!" Kenneth slapped Sonya on the shoulder and laughed, "you boy!"

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