Chapter 981

"Ha ha! That silly fork

Mila is vaguely awakened by song Ya's laughter. She turns on the bedside lamp and looks at the time. It's three o'clock in the morning.

"Dear?"

The laughter came from the bedroom door. They stayed in the presidential suite of Hilton morenby hotel in Sao Paulo, not far from the moranby stadium where the next concert will be held.

I didn't get a response. It should be that I didn't hear it. There was a bit of noise in the suite outside, and there seemed to be a woman's voice. Mila raised her ears.

“Hi……”

Unable to hear anything clearly, she simply put on her nightdress, yawned and pushed the door out. "Hayden? Why are you here? "

Hayden, who became his co agent again, was "Shhh..." He compared individual gestures.

Mila looks at Sloan, a beautiful blonde professional woman who feels very sharp. Song Ya and she are half lying at one end of the sofa with a cup of coffee in their hands. Their long legs are not inferior to their own, and they are placed on the coffee table at random. They are not wearing shoes. They are in flesh colored stockings.

She and song Ya are laughing, obviously in a good mood, perhaps feeling their own eyes, friendly pointing to the fixed line telephone on the tea table.

"How many times is this? I know at least the third time? "

Song Ya took the big white girl who was vaguely rubbing her eyes into her arms and opened the hands-free phone and said, "once with the police, once below the New York studio, this time on the Las Vegas road..."

"Did you forget two groups of people pointing guns at each other in the parking lot of the sacred auditorium in Los Angeles at the beginning of the year?"

From the fixed line telephone, big a's unique voice was unforgettable. "I heard he was shot three times this time."

"Ha ha! M-fxxk is too much... "

Song Ya and Da a laughed wildly across the phone line, "who did it? Biggie？”

"That's what they say! He didn't do anything else in this period of time, except for pleasure. He took his little brother to perform the hit'emup of East Coast gangster rap circles such as biggie and boastful dad. This guy is really hateful, but I have to say that his life is really big. The latest news is that he has just left the operating room and is out of danger. " Big a said.

“Shxt！ If he does this again, he will become a legend of immortality. " Song Ya cursed.

"To remind you, there are also a few rumors that you did it. The New York DJ is talking about you talking at your ex-wife's house that he wanted to die." Big a reminder.

"You want to lead the dirty water to me? Hum, be brave to brag, and I'll call him and sugnette later

"What do we Chicago DJs do now?"

"It's just a normal conversation. It's OK to be asked for trouble. I'm going to ask Ms. Sloan to go back and lead crisis pr

"Hey, hey."

The big a's laughter suddenly became very obscene, "seriously, you had sex with her, didn't you? Absolutely, you won't let go of big girls of that grade... "

"I take this as a compliment? Big a.... " Sloan interrupts quite frankly.

"Er, ha ha, so you It's also there... "

"Click." Big a hung up.

"Well, I have a flight back to rice tomorrow morning." Sloan put on his high heels and stood up. "By Mira, by Hayden."

"Hard for you, Sloane, by."

Song Yamu sent her out and immediately ordered Hayden, "call bragging dad and sugnette, right here."

"Now?" Asked Hayden.

"Be smart, Hayden. If it's really a bragging dad, he's such a smart guy that he's got a very thorough accounting plan. It's impossible for him and biggie to let the suspicion fall on him and biggie." Song Ya said.

"All right."

Hayden took the thick script from his briefcase and put it on the coffee table. "Mila, yours." Then you start making calls.

"Who were you talking about?"

Mila glanced, and the cover was titled "football monster.".

"Oh, 2pac, a very popular West Coast rapper, was shot in Las Vegas a few hours ago."

Of course PAC Mila knew that song Ya explained a few words, "I don't know the actual situation, the first time the tabloid reports are not reliable."

"Mila, old Larry wants you to meet him as soon as possible. The football magic project is in a hurry. It will be launched in Florida in early November." Hayden put the microphone to his ear and said as he waited to be connected.

"A man woman again." Song Ya has already introduced the basic plot to her, and Mila complains: "the disaster of mad boa is also."

"These two films are all major female dramas."

Hayden said with a smile: "when next year's connection opens, Hollywood actresses will be jealous of you and go crazy."

"I grew up in the U.S., and I can't play football at all."

Although Mila's life has experienced ups and downs, she has been very popular and has enjoyed the top life of the upper class. Unless the economic situation is very tight, she has never been a diligent artist. "Let me simply accompany you to finish the tour in South America and have a rest for a while."She Pro song Ya's ear lobe, coquettish: "I like this now, in your side has a sense of security."

"Hehe, isn't it?"

Song Ya is very helpful, but if she gives up, the football magic project will really open the window, "good, just help me and old Larry."

"Sugenet couldn't get through."

Hayden looked at the two men who were beginning to fraternize. "I'll call outside. When I get through, I'll come in."

"OK."

No matter whether 2pac was shot again or not, bragging dad should be very nervous now. First, he is afraid of revenge from sugenet and the blood gang. Second, the shooting place is in Las Vegas, which has good security. Yes, there are lots of yellow gambling clubs, but the public order is good all the time. The owners of casinos don't like to be entangled with the negative news of vicious public security cases. Especially the big stars like 2pac who gamble and spend a lot of money once they go there. Those who dare to do something there and affect the business of casinos will be mercilessly retaliated.

Boasting that Dad's phone is connected, but hem ha ha's evasion, refused to give up the truth, only clarified that no matter what the DJs in New York said had nothing to do with him, he didn't care about this now.

Sugenet really can't get in touch with him. Hayden can't talk to him through Snoopy dog or even 2pac's girlfriend Kidada Jones. These people can't do it. 2pac's shooting is a big thing. The already tense situation in the rap circle of the East and West Coast seems to have reached the last showdown moment.

During song Ya's two concerts in Sao Paulo, more accurate news came back one after another. 2pac did not hang up, but he was still in a coma. At that time, it was sugenet who drove himself. When he was waiting for the red light on the Las Vegas Road, the shooter's car stopped in the parallel position of the co driver's side, and then suddenly poured bullets on the two people. 2pac was shot several times. Sugnette himself was only slightly injured.

The local police haven't caught the shooter yet. Sugnette is a real bandit with a lot of "fighting" experience. He immediately becomes uncertain, but the people through the blood Gang vow to revenge on the bragging father and biggie.

Now the situation is like this. 2pac is domineering and has a lot of motives to kill him, but boasting dad and biggie are undoubtedly the most suspect. However, if the boasting father is becoming more and more sophisticated, it is difficult for the police to obtain direct evidence related to him. Therefore, it is likely that sugenet's "private method" will be adopted to solve the problem.

"Sorry, aplus is touring in South America. We don't know the situation and can't provide you with any news."

In any case, except for a few words, this matter has nothing to do with himself, and sugnette will not be so stupid as to think that it is his own hand, and let Hamlin block the reporter.

On the 10th and 12th, two concerts were held in Sao Paulo. On the 12th, the record number of tickets sold was more than 70000. The average number of seats in Brazil's three shows was 65000, and the number of actual attendance must be more than that.

"I hate it. Old Larry calls several times a day now."

Mila finally couldn't bear the urging of the football team, and she was going back to the United States. "I bought a guitar here, and I want to learn more from your guitarists."

"You have more parts than me."

Song Ya winks at Hayden and kisses Mila on the forehead. "We don't need to wait for me long. We'll join the group and start shooting after the tour."

One flew north to Miami and the other South to Buenos Aires.

"Shakira, Shakira, thank you for being my tour guest!"

The short latin girl, who has not been seen for a long time, failed to kill her first Spanish language major back to the United States, and the market response in Spain and Brazil is not so good. She is now a well-known singer in her hometown, Argentina, Chile, Mexico and other South American Spanish speaking countries. Now she is a very well-known singer and is becoming more and more confident and a star.

"Yes, thin back."

After meeting again in Buenos Aires Hotel, song Ya still raised her wavy blond hair as before, just like the cover of the first CD of rice edition. In reality, she is very similar to her ex-wife in some aspects, and she is much slimmer

More and more beautiful, song Ya more see more love.

"Get rid of your dirty hands! Be careful to sue you for harassment! Puta! "

the girl's Apricot eyebrows are inverted. This time it is different. Song Ya's Spanish level is barely able to understand what she is scolding. Now she is surrounded by bodyguards. Two strong South American men immediately rush over and push themselves away.

"Forget it."

Song Ya stopped the mavotas who wanted to "fight back." anyway, thank you for coming to help me Quite frustrated, he slipped back to his room.

"I'm sorry, aplus. She's in a bad mood today."

Estefene, Shakira's agent and head of Sony Columbia Records Latin America, followed.

"It's OK. It's my fault."

Song Ya waved his hand, "please sit down..."

"What can I do for you?" Asked estefene.

"Yes, I'd like to invite a Spanish song with your contacts, the best one." Song Ya refers to his chest, "the highest price.""For the World Cup theme song?"

Estefene laughed. "Don't be nervous. It's not hard to guess, especially after AON and Bailey show up at your Rio concert, ansuz is looking for you, right?"

"Almost. You know more than I do."

Song Ya can't know more about FIFA than the local music industry leaders who have been in South America for decades. However, South America alone is very deep. Gangs, gambling, selling players, and using the team to play games are all strange things. Brazil's avilange, Argentina's Grondona and so on have been in power for decades, and the whole family has followed the big fishers in the football circle.

"I've heard that FIFA will release many theme songs in 1998, that kind of album of various countries and languages." "Is it worth it?" estefend asked? According to your class

"In 1994, the United States World Cup produced a patchwork album, which was released by Polaroid." Song Ya didn't answer positively. He had a delicate relationship with the Latino gang. He was likely to be an opponent in the competition for the theme song of the world cup. "Although the theme song is still only one, and now it's a step further, I don't think the situation will change greatly."

"I know what you think."

It's easy to talk to an old hand, and estefene said, "anyway, there's always a point in global promotion, right? If there are more theme songs, there will be so-called Official theme songs... "

"Yes, that's what I mean." Song Ya nods.

"The French are extremely proud. In 1998, there will be one French song at home. The rest is Spanish and English."

"There are more than three songs. I prefer Spanish." Song Ya said.

"OK, I'll help."

"Thank you, Mr. estefend."

No matter whether the other party is sincere or not, the invitation song is a wide net.

"And thank you for letting Shakira be your show guest."

At present, she is still more popular than her, and this time she went through the normal business process. Song Ya is always generous to the forest.

It's not a forest. It's impossible, "puta!" At night, the latin girl sneaked into his room.

“Puta！ Puta！”

Scold it, scold it, give you Ao Jiao, song Ya hugs her that does not agree with her, roll on the bed laughing.

"Ring bell..." At this time, the fixed line telephone at the head of the bed rang out.

"It's a disappointment." Unimportant calls don't come in. "What's up?" Sonya then said, "Mr. Carly?"

On the other end of the line was John Carly, President of Columbia Pictures and Sony Columbia Records. "Aplus, I've just been to the football Wonderland location. It looks good. You and yelemov did a good job."

"Thank you, Mr. Carly."

"There's a problem. About the future, you think that the music styles will lead to the trend in the future. You know, I'm not very good at the record industry." Asked John Carey.

"Let me think about it..."

This question is not difficult for him. Song Ya closed his eyes and searched Tianqi's "music library" and arranged them in proportion: "hip hop, R & B, pop punk, Latin dance music, audio and Minor? "

"Can you narrow it down a little bit?"

"Er, since we are talking about the future, I think people's life in the future will certainly be more colorful than now, and the channels for receiving information are also..."

"Ha ha." John Carly laughed. "I don't have to think that far, just a few years later."

"Well..."

Why ask yourself this? Sonya thought for a moment and gave a simplified answer: "hip hop, R & B, pop punk and Latin dance with electrified sound elements?"

"That sounds like the last answer."

"I don't want to hide anything from you, Mr. Carly."

John Carey is an ally of his own interests. With him, motura can't go back. And even if the contract ends early next year, Sony Columbia Records will still be the distributor of its first and second major and the music manager of the copyright library, as well as the distributor of the 1998 World Cup album.

"I understand. Well, that's it. I wish you a good tour." John Carly hung up.

Song Ya continues to haunt latin girls.

"Ring bell..."

"I'm so tired! What's the matter? "

"Aplus, I, Hayden, just got the news that 2pac was invalid and died in the hospital."

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