Chapter 154

The demo tape seems to be on the road in the car. There is a lot of noise. Sometimes the inspiration of writing a song is just a moment, so most rappers have the habit of recording a few sentences. Even song ya, who has Tianqi plug-in, sometimes remembers some words when he is bored on the vehicle. After all, words like empire state of mind need a large number of adaptations and save more lyrics.

“ah！ My little Valet, what are you doing? Dry your tears and get up. It's a hundred dollars Go and bring something delicious. Don't change the money. "

"What do you think?" FBI agents press the stop button.

Song Ya is a little sad. He did help Xiao Luorui run his legs when he played basketball before, but after more than a year, he sang into the song and arranged it. He felt that It's subtle, "how did you get this unsold demo? Is this little Lori's personal belongings? "

After NAS signed up with Sony Columbia Records, they agreed with Pablo that they would not diss each other. Of course, how to record a demo is a private matter, as long as it is not disclosed to the public.

The agent shrugged and said he had nothing to say.

Song Ya and Goodman look at each other and close their mouths. No one will take the initiative to explain anything to the FBI.

Agent continues, "long live the gangster disorders (GD)! You son of a bitch dare to run rampant in front of us, and without saying a word, show the m-nineteenone (M1911, a pistol model) on his waist, so that the silly x on the East and west coast will know that the world is not just the lame and the blood gang... "

“NAS！ Bang! Brag, Dad! Bang! For the muffler

At the end of the demo, little Lori calls on his enemies one by one and imitates the sound of shooting with his mouth.

The tape's spinning. The agent's turning off the recording.

"Er..." Song Ya holds his forehead and is forced by the spirit of xiaoluorui: "the FBI will not solve the case according to the lyrics, right? Rap singers can do everything to rhyme. Gangster rap wants this tone. In fact, most of the content is bragging

"But Sean combs was really shot. We think yesterday's shooting is Sean Combs' revenge. You and little Lori..."

"That's it."

Goodman interrupted the inquiry and got up to see the guest off. "It has nothing to do with my client."

Two agents look at Song ya.

"Sorry." Song Ya also learned from him to stand up and stretch out his hand.

"All right." After shaking hands, the other side left a business card, "be sure to keep the conversation confidential, and make this call when you want to talk." Go out.

"Hoo..."

Looking at the two people's cars driving away downstairs, song Yacai sighed, "do you have any suggestions, chuck?"

"It's none of your business."

Goodman asked, "there's nothing I don't know about you and little Lori?"

"No, I haven't got in touch with him. I met with him at the last new home party, and I didn't say a word." Song Ya replied.

"OK, but don't take it lightly when the FBI gets involved. I know you've always been careful, but you need to be more careful in the future. Now some A-list stars have to deal with five to ten lawsuits a year on average, including alimony, fights, divorces, blackmail from relatives and friends, financial disputes, and the most troublesome crime related cases... "

"As you get more and more popular, there will be more and more of these things in the future," Goodman said

"That's what I hired you for. I'm getting more and more popular, and you're making more and more money, aren't you?"

Song Ya took the opportunity to say: "you don't want to go to court. As my personal lawyer and the legal adviser of my three enterprises, I don't want to go to wil Gardner again in the future. His charge is more than robbery."

"Er..."

Goodman did not prevent song ya to turn his face and recognize people. He immediately panicked and said, "aplus, we are all poor together."

"Improve your service, chuck." Song Ya pointed to his simple office furnishings. "I'm trying to keep going. Don't leave behind."

"Well, I'll do something about it."

Goodman quickly rescued, "defense attorney I have an old friend, Hamlin Howard, who is a very good defense lawyer, and I have long intended to have him as a partner to serve you

"Reliable?" Song Ya asked.

"Absolutely reliable." Goodman promised.

"Take him to talk next time." Song Ya nods.

"Break up with little Lori, don't make a phone call, nor do Tony, and it's better not to let him live in your house again."

Just about to walk out the door, Goodman warned behind him.

Tony regularly returns to Chicago to report to the probation officer. His room has always been in his villa in Hyde Park.

Song Ya stops for a few seconds and nods to leave.Back in the a + recording studio, it's hard to be lonely today. Della and they all went home for the weekend. Only marvolta was watching TV at the front desk.

"Hey, marvolta, would you like to have a rest today? Didn't you find a girlfriend? There are so many girls here and there. "

Song Ya chatted casually.

Marvolta grinned shyly. He pointed to the TV, where the public security news was on. The parade was over, and hundreds of thousands of excited citizens gathered on the street were not scattered. Some people began to carry out sporadic sabotage activities by taking advantage of the lack of police force. They rushed into the shops to rob and light several cars.

"It's just the daily life of Nancheng. It's no wonder you'll meet later."

Song Ya goes back to his office and begins to process the files sorted by song a Sheng. The four companies under his name are in good business. Needless to say, a + records and a + copyright and asset management company need not say that Dilai estimates that the revenue of a + audio's synthetic music copyright library this year will be about $800000, successfully reversing the downward trend of revenue in the hands of Warren brothers synthesizer company. A + pedal company also Hold the original order, is now on this basis to explore the market, profitability is expected.

A letter is attached to the financial statements of a + pedal company's general manager. He once again asks song ya to buy the land and plant of the factory, claiming that this will not only reduce the cost again, but also be a very promising investment.

Song yamer calculated his own income. In terms of mortgage of 4 million yuan and annual taxes and fees of two properties in New York, he just filled in the hole with the rental income of 12 units in that four story apartment. Actually, he spent 2 million down payment and 1 million decoration fees. The working capital was not much left. Fortunately, New York City's license fee for Empire State of mind and some business income were added, At present, there is nearly two million left in the account.

Pen hung on the letter for a long time, "agreed to entrust Richard to conduct preliminary negotiations on the plant and land." He finally wrote down a few Chinese characters and put them in the basket to be processed. Song asheng would collect and process the documents in them regularly.

Busy until 2 a.m., he slept on the sofa in the office, and was woken up by Fergie at noon.

"It's time to practice dancing today."

Fergie sat on him, ticking the trumpet.

Ever since Fergie knew that the song "trumpet" was the inspiration song ya got from her, she especially liked the trumpet. It was almost her exclusive toy.

"Oh, today? I forgot. Get out of the way... "

Song Ya slapped her on the butt, "I haven't washed yet."

Fergie, unlike Mila and Maria Kelly, has no arrogant young lady's temper, "Oh." Obediently from Song Ya down, ran to the recording studio to play.

After a simple wash, song Ya and she ate the pizza and drove to an advanced private dance classroom in the north of the city. The last hired female dancer was already waiting.

"One dada, two dada..."

In the afternoon, the basic exercise with large amount of exercise begins.

Meanwhile, Tony, with his bag on his back, is vigorously stopped outside his home in Hyde Park.

"Hey! What's the matter with you! This is my home! You won't let me in! "

Tony was so angry that he rushed straight to the door with his football skills.

"Tony, sorry, sorry Don’t！”

Li Li was pushed back by him step by step. He could only lean back against the door and speak English words constantly.

“FXXKYOU！”

Tony took the handle of the door, twisted it and didn't turn it away. "Where's your boss? What about the Aleks? Alec! APLUS！ Do you understand me? "

"Not, er NO？”

“……” Tony gave up talking to him, "Mom! Mam！” He went around the first floor window and yelled inside.

"I'm sorry, Tony. You can find your own place to live."

Aunt Susie gently poked her head out of the second floor window. "Don't bring your troubles with little Lori home, Tony."

“Mam！ I am your own son

Tony dropped his bag on the floor in anger and sat glumly on the doorstep.

Half an hour later, his anger gradually dissipated, helplessly picked up the bag, and left step by step.

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