Chapter 625

Pablo is in prison, and little Lori still has some distant relatives in Chicago. In the past few days, many people have gone to Barron's law firm, just thinking about whether they can share the inheritance of singer's relatives.

Two days after Hamlin's speech, Barron came to pick up Sonya, Al, Tony, muffler and other people to go to pastor William's church. The relatives and friends of little Lori and some fans took turns to wake up there. "His house and other properties on the west side were sold in order to fight a lawsuit. The cash and deposit money have been confiscated by law enforcement units because of the suspected transfer of the account. When I went to San Diego, all his valuables were gone, and they should have been taken away by the stragglers. "

Barron said as he was driving: "he pays attention when he is out of town, but it is only when he is sober, when he is drunk or when he is too big to talk. Therefore, it is not clear that one day a woman will come to him with a child in his arms. After being shot by his boastful father, he also thought about this problem and made a will. As there is almost no other legacy, the long-term income of all his music singers and lyrics is the only valuable thing. According to his will, Pablo and I are in charge of the management. Pablo can get about 30% of his music and more than 10% of his other relatives. The remaining 50% depends on whether or not they have their own flesh and bones. If not, they will be distributed according to this proportion ten years later. "

"According to his way of spending money, the money doesn't play a big role at all, but it's a very good unexpected income for ordinary people, and it's a long stream. Every year, we can get several royalties of different amounts from the issuing company and BMI."

"Tony, mufflers, I'm sorry." Barron turned to the two men and said, "he left you some precious jewelry and musical instruments in his will, but unfortunately, none of them can be found."

"It doesn't matter. Just know he remembers us."

Tony and muffler nodded in tears. Anyway, the relationship between little Lori and them was once sincere.

"It's just revenue. Pablo has to wait for the money, he can't interfere with the management of the repertoire." Linda cut in.

"Yes." Barron replied.

Song Ya listens to their chat and accounts in silence.

Singers and songwriters have little influence on the management of the repertoire, especially for those who are in a position like xiaoluorui. They can only listen to the discussion between the production company and the distribution company, and what conditions can be done. At present, half of the copyright and track management rights of xiaoluorui's first album belong to EMI. All the copyright and management rights of the second and second professional and unpublished single songs belong to Atlantic Records, which is still in the record contract. Because a + record has the first half of the copyright purchased from old Joe's music, if you want to produce a selected commemorative album for little Lori, the three need to sit down and talk.

There is only one second-hand store in xiaoluorui's first major. The overall quality of other songs is far inferior to those of his second major. After all, Atlantic Records are much stronger than old Joe's music, but if a commemorative album can't get around the second-hand store, the three parties can only choose to cooperate, and it should not be difficult to negotiate specific interests.

"Aplus, kid, it's been a long time." Reverend William and aunt Susie are waiting in the church. The security work has been arranged. A large number of reporters are taking pictures from a distance across the road. Song Ya doesn't look at them. He walks in with Tony with a sad face. Little Lori's coffin is in the middle, and some men, women and children sit inside. Most of them should be distant relatives of little Lori.

Just as Tony was waiting in line to see the remains, Linda's cell phone rang.

"NAS, what?"

Song Ya took the opportunity to see little Lori's face and went to the corner of the church to answer the phone.

"You're looking for braggart. He's by my side." NAS said, "now I'll give him the phone?"

"OK." Song Ya agreed.

“YO。” The voice of bragging dad came.

"Well, you know little Lori is dead now, and I don't intend to continue the fight, so I invite you to come to Chicago in two days to join in the meeting, and we will shake hands." Song Ya said: "I will also invite sugnette, security, I will guarantee with my reputation, and then I wrote a song for little Lori. You can choose one of his singers to participate in it. Male rapper is my sincerity. How about it? "

"I can't..."

"It's not that I don't have the guts to go. I have a case and I can't leave New York."

"You can send someone who can represent you." Song Ya said.

"I think about it."

Bragging dad thought about it and replied, and then he returned the phone to NAS.

After a few words, song Ya and NAS went to sit next to Aunt Susie. After a while, escubar also helped to contact sugnette. Song Ya communicated again in the same words as his boasting father.

"Aplus, what's left of you Chicago people killing and killing?" "I guess you're begging for mercy, or is it you who killed little Lori?" he asked with a glib voice

"Whatever you think, sug, little Lori is dead, I'm tired, and I don't do gangster rap on my next album. Let's have a meeting and talk to each other face to face."Song Ya put a low profile, "didn't you always want to participate in the Chicago conference?"

"Or change to Los Angeles." Sugnette's old story is repeated.

"I don't worry about this right now, but if I go to Los Angeles to brag, dad may not want to." Song Ya said.

"He will go, too?" Asked sugnette.

"He can't leave New York with his case on his back. Don't you want to go to New York for a meeting?" Song Ya asked.

"What am I afraid of..."

"I'm going to New York in April for the second hip hop awards, and I'm going to humiliate that guy on daddy's turf, and you'll see."

This guy is really a jerk. Song Ya takes a deep breath. "I won't take part in that prize this year, and I don't want to get involved in the affairs between you. If you want to listen, I can show my respect to you in the media, sug. I really respect you. You can feel it before, right? "

"You help me deal with him." Sugnette was whimsical.

"I don't help anyone. Isn't there enough blood for no reason? I advise you to be as enlightened as mchammer. Anyway, I don't like to use violence to solve problems. I don't know about Sinaloa, I swear. Love and peace, don't we all like to talk about love and peace? " Song Ya said.

"Hey, hey, OK, I'll take someone."

Sognette was satisfied. "Just in time, I want to see that lunatic in Sinaloa. Where is he buried?"

"Ha ha." Song Ya also sneered, "then you have to bring enough people and guns to Chicago."

"I'm kidding. Our blood Gang also respect him, even though he gave us some shuttle." It's hard to say what a normal person would say before hanging up.

At the end of January, before leaving for Los Angeles to attend the AMA awards ceremony, Sonya finally facilitated the largest Chicago conference so far.

"Welcome the brothers from the East and west coasts and the south to the cold Chicago..."

As usual, in the conference room of a + records, people from all walks of life gathered together. Only babyface was absent. He always avoided people like sugnette, and ACE Cooper did not come, but the reason is that he has no record distribution plan in recent years.

"Let me introduce sugnette, Derry, Snoopy dog in Los Angeles."

"Dean Wilson of Chicago and..."

"Terrence Howard of Philadelphia."

"Miami's Wong won and Atlanta's..."

"Llcoolj, NAS, and biggie on the east coast..."

Considering that all the people present are impulsive, biggie, who once helped boast dad block Sinaloa bullets, still glared at himself. Song ya did not specifically talk about the issue of joint publicity of records, but simply coordinated the peace declaration to be issued to reporters outside.

As one of the conditions, he even left the task of reading the declaration to sugnette.

This guy didn't make a lot of mistakes. He just deliberately replaced some words in the manuscript. For example, he replaced African Americans with nger. Song Ya and others gathered behind him, palms in one after another, and solemnly compared horizontal V gestures for peace, until he finished reading them to reporters' flashlights and cameras.

After that, there was a Carnival Party. Song Ya asked old Mike to set up "heavy troops" at home and abroad. He was afraid that something would happen at this juncture.

"Biggie, visit my studio."

Song Ya and Snoopy dog led biggie, who had been here for the first time, into the deep-sea studio and handed him the music of deadand gone. "You and the dog are in charge of the rap part, I'm in charge of the chorus. We'll take some time to record it."

Biggie didn't reach for it. Without saying a word, she lifted up her clothes and revealed the old wounds in her stomach that she had been shot by Sinaloa.

Song Ya rolled his eyes and said, "come on, let all this be over! That's what I wrote this song for, biggie. DeadandGone！”

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