Chapter 344

In addition to maintaining the singing and dancing standards, song Ya's main concern is the election.

"Is it about to start?"

He came to the study ahead of time. Goodman and Hamlin were all here. The room was full of people.

"Dant ray Davis is only seven years old. On an ordinary morning, he was walking with his mother on his way to school. When he passed by the Cabrini public housing area, he was shot and ended his short life. Police quickly arrested the suspect Anthony Garrett. The bullet came from his 10th floor flat... "

Today's hot shooting case is still broadcast on TV. A seven year old boy was shot by a gang sniper hidden in the building on his way to school. The high-power bullets of the sniper gun made the boy die very miserable. This news is very hot in Chicago today.

"Why are you still broadcasting this? It's been broadcasting all day."

Song Ya is a bit unhappy. His brother-in-law, Tyrone, almost died in the same scene, but the media did not give him the same treatment, and the police did not take the initiative this time. That matter is still a pending case.

"It's time to do a good job of renovating Nancheng."

"Fortunately, you moved out of aplus, and now it's a routine," Hayden said, looking at the crowd holding a picture of the boy in the street

"I used to live in a better place than the public housing district." Song Ya said.

"Old Joe." Taraj handed me the cell phone.

"Hey, old Joe, don't say anything inconvenient on the phone." Song Ya walks to the bedroom while chatting.

"Oh, No

"I heard you were planning a birthday party? Over at Highland Park? "

"Yes, I know all about it. Feiji is working on it. I didn't ask anything. She said she would give me a surprise." Song Ya replied.

"Well, can you lend me the party space for a day? After your party, I'm going to hold a celebration there to celebrate the first time of the tank group to get 500000 sales, that is, gold records. Nancheng is too chaotic. I'm afraid of accidents. "

It seems that even old Joe doesn't dare to have a big party.

"Half a million? Have you got RIAA certification? " Song Ya is a little surprised. It's not easy to rely on old Joe's publicity method.

"Damn RIAA, I'll authenticate myself!" Old Joe scolded, "most of what I sell is cassette tapes, and then my own people also bought a little more. You have a share of this income. I'll settle the bill with you that day and let your accountant prepare it."

It turns out that it can be called "500000" Song Ya promised to come down, "but I said in advance that there would be no poison, gun or anyone else. Today's incident is very noisy. Does it affect us?"

"The little boy?"

Old Joe didn't care, "it's GD's territory, but it's with Cough, I have no friendship with them. The shooter has a problem with his brain. He even tried his gun with a passer-by. The local gang had to hand him over... "

"Test the gun? I see the news as a stray bullet

Song Ya was shocked by the shooter's cold-blooded and tried the gun with a child It's going to be crazy to do it.

"That's the only way to admit it, or he'll die sooner." Old Joe said: "in the early morning, there are no gang members on the street who sleep at home, and the hostile gangs will not go to the vicinity of the Cabrini public housing area to die. Anyway, I think so. After all, I don't know the situation."

"All right." Old Joe is still reliable.

"That's settled, then?"

"No problem."

Since he has nothing to do with helltail cat, song Ya has completely put down his worries. The South City incident is far away from him. When the time comes, he and other stars will come forward to express his grief and donate some money to his family.

The second round of the general election debate started on time. Gore killed all sides and performed perfectly. After each speech, people in his study would give out applause and cheers like star fans.

"Is the opponent too stupid?"

After watching this debate, song Ya's tangled mood was calmed down a lot. For example, the current deputy commander of the party felt very mediocre, and all he said was official jargon. The candidate for deputy commander of the third party was the funniest. The former Vice Admiral wore hearing aids and often missed the host's questions, which made people feel a little senile dementia.

"Gore is young, energetic, and has been a senator for a long time. In fact, he is not necessarily inferior to the romantic governor when he comes out to elect the commander." Hamlin explained.

"It seems that we have the right bet, yelemov. Prepare for tomorrow's press conference."

Song Ya added "to the news release of today's news"

"I understand." Yelemov revised his speech on the spot and carefully worked it out with others. It was not until all of them could find fault and faxed it to Gore's campaign office for approval.

"I would be shocked by the tragedy that happened in the public housing district yesterday..."

The next day, song Ya began his speech in a small press room of the local TV station. He first made a speech about the death of the little boy, and then concentrated a large part of his speech in support of Gore's political opinions. "Mr. Gore's remarks in the public debate yesterday were very encouraging. I often agree with his plan for the revitalization of the information industry, and I also think that..."At the end of the speech, none of the reporters present asked any more questions. Yelemov had taken care of him in advance and did not answer questions today.

"It seems that people are not full."

Leaving the TV station, song Ya was not satisfied with the effect of the speech. "Just now, the host of the TV interview program always talked about the little boy."

"It seems that the news has been relayed by national media, and the local media have been talking about it incessantly. Chicago is a donkey's party ticket depot, and people will not give up such a bad public security incident at the crucial time of the election."

Yelemov defended himself, "anyway, Mr. Gore's campaign office is very satisfied, and he specially called to express his thanks."

"That's good."

The motorcade is driving on the road, song Ya purses his lips, feeling a bit like missing something, "is there something wrong? Yelemov, I always feel something is missing. "

"You should be so strong. After the speech, someone from the local donkey party will call you for a chat. I'll discuss with them the content of your speech in advance."

Yelemov asked talaji in the front row to come to the mobile phone, "there is electricity, and the signal is full." He simply took the initiative to call. Michelle and Claire were assistants on the phone. They were told that they were busy. The mayor's office and the state attorney's office did not know.

Not normal, too abnormal, song Ya frowned, quick brain.

When the car stopped downstairs in Hyde Park, "you go up first." He took yelemov and taraji away. "Old Mac, do you feel something wrong?"

Old Mike put his hands on the steering wheel and sipped his mouth. He thought, "if the big guy is not available, ask the front-line police officer."

Song Ya remembers one thing. "Cassidy once said that his father would be very busy this month, even too busy to contact his family. Vic is a detective of the Stormtrooper team, not a special police officer. Generally, he doesn't do such a secret task, right

"I'll try to find out." Old Mike opens the door and gets out of the car.

"It's done tonight." Song Ya left a word and went upstairs.

In the middle of the night, old Mike's Chrysler Fifth Avenue slowly pulled out of the garage.

Around, he stopped at a gas station. Old Mike felt his false beard, put on his old hat, lowered his brim, and got into a public phone booth outside the gas station.

When he returned, he continued driving in silence and finally stopped outside a police station in southern city.

Until four o'clock in the morning, Vicky McGee and three of his men walked out of the police station door and got together in the cold wind to smoke and chat. "I'll let the water go." He said after a cigarette.

"Don't be seen by the chief, Vic." His men laughed.

Vicky returns a middle finger, arranges the bulletproof vest under his jacket, swaggers around the back of the car, and zips the tire.

Old Mike rolled his eyes and rolled down the window. "He thinks something's wrong. Is there anything we don't know?"

"That boy has a good nose."

Vick's eyes were always on the direction of the police station, and he gave a dry laugh in his hoarse voice. "Just let him stay at home. No one will deal with him."

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