Chapter 1020

"Is that you? Tommy. "

On the upper east side of New York, motura's new private mobile phone received an international call, and the other side began to ask.

"Sandy?" Sounds like sandy Glenn.

There was no answer.

"The boy is ill, manic, delusional He's taking too many drugs he shouldn't take. " Said motura.

"In any case, you are no longer the manager of Miss Kelly from next year, and I have to inform you in advance based on my obligation." It said over the phone.

Motura laughed. "I remember it's more than a year before it's due."

"We'll pay for the termination at the price."

"She will regret it."

"Maybe." The phone was hung up.

Motura put down her cell phone. "Come in, please."

The security director of epic records pushed the door in. "Mr. motura, you've got more security for your family, and we've got this."

He put a picture on the table. A black driver was waiting for the traffic light, which seemed to be a road junction not far from his residence. The guy looked like a villain, with his arm on the rolled down window, his fingers pinched with smoke, and his facial tattoo was clearly photographed by the camera.

"When?" Asked motura.

"At noon, he passed the same intersection twice and caught our attention." The security supervisor replied.

"Give this picture to our people in the nearby police station for questioning."

"It's better to find a reason to limit his actions," motura suggested

"OK."

The security director left with a newspaper down.

"After 2pac, aplus was assassinated."

Under the big title, there are two pictures with great visual impact. One is that the silver spirit of Rolls Royce is hanging high, and the other is that police officers are sending stretchers to the ambulance, and the clothes and stretchers of Black victims are stained with blood.

"Aplus claimed that he had planned to take the car, but had to cancel the trip temporarily. Fortunately, he survived and his driver and bodyguard were seriously injured. On the Americana music website, he published a number of conspiracy theories against Sony Columbia Records and CBS TV station, saying that the accident was deliberately made and his words were very fierce. "

"A spokesman for the local prosecutor's office said the police had entered the investigation procedure for the accident..."

Motura sighed after reading it. She was rubbing her eyebrows in meditation. Her mobile phone rang again, "Mr. Skinner..."

"The boy directed himself and acted himself..."

"But he showed his flaws. We can connect this incident with the death of 2pac and publicize the Revenge of Chengxue gang Let him carry a stone and hit him in the foot. "

"Wait a minute," Howard Stringer suddenly interrupted. "How do you know the driver was black?"

"I also have my own Hollywood news channel." Motura replied, "it's absolutely none of my business."

Howard Skinner, who was in the office of Sony electronics's beimi headquarters, made a little silence and hung up the phone.

"Mayor's office." The Secretary reported outside: "Mr. Giuliani."

"Take it in."

He cleared his throat and picked up the receiver. "Hey, Mr. Mayor."

"Watch out for the inner city broadcaster Howard, who's not stupid enough to make trouble for Chicago donkey friends. Does he want to incite African Americans in New York What happened in Los Angeles in 1992? " Giuliani asked.

"He doesn't have that much energy. In fact, according to our opinion polls, he is now rejected by the majority of the people." Howard Skinner replied, "New York African singers don't want to be used by outsiders."

"Are you sure? I don't know much about the entertainment industry, but at such an age, few stars in my memory can make such a big noise as the election day approaches. " Giuliani questioned.

"I'm 100% sure. Don't worry, Mr. Giuliani."

Howard Skinner laughs: "he has some African speakers and he's good at using new media, but that's it."

"Well, I believe you this time."

After talking to Giuliani, Howard Skinner turned on the radio and tuned to the inner city radio.

"Malcolm AIX, Dr. King, 2pac Now it's aplus' turn. They want to kill every black man who tries to fight, every one! We can't tolerate it any more. We have to do something, Blackman! "

The radio host was agitating wildly in a fanatical tone.

He pulled out his golf club in the corner of his office and listened while playing on the mini fairway on the floor.

"Haha, it's hard to imagine that they were still fighting for Oprah." A white executive walks in without knocking and points to the wrist with a smile.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

He asked his secretary to take the golf equipment to the car first. "Two strokes today? How about three strokes? ""It was you who lost last time."

"It's just an accident..."

I don't want to turn off the radio and leave the office quickly.

"Will today's remarks be too offensive? We would be embarrassed if the Los Angeles police found out that it was just an ordinary car accident. "

Entering advertising time, the black host of inner city broadcasting pressed down the phone and asked the bosses of New York branch who were listening through the glass outside the recording room.

"A major shareholder in our company has never been a broad-minded person."

The director of the New York branch replied, "he can say what he likes. Anyway, this time you only need to scold the white people."

"What is that? Our atonement? " The host make complaints about Tucao.

"Ha ha! Go on with your work. It's better to do something at this time than someone who doesn't want to move. "

The director of the New York branch said with a smile.

He's alluding to Gordon, the a + CN boss and evening news anchor, who is still hesitating.

"I need to get more evidence to send that kind of news."

In Chicago's a + CN evening news studio, Gordon sat alone behind the anchor, operating his laptop in front of him and answering Pierre Sutton's phone, "Pierre, is aplus in a state of mind really OK? I'm reading his post on the Americana music website, between the lines... "

"Do something for your own good, Gordon."

Pierre Sutton interrupted him. "He was almost killed by a truck in the morning. It's not surprising that he was in a state of emotional excitement."

"I often think that no matter how hard I try, I will be hated by him. I have this awareness."

"Black people's own 24-hour news stations have been proved to be unprofitable by ruthless facts. That's the core issue," Gordon said. "I haven't been in business for a long time."

"Didn't you just get the injection from Chicago politics? That money has been burning for a long time. What aplus needs most now is support and loyalty. " Pierre Sutton advised, "he has the patience to endure long-term losses."

"He didn't even bother to tell Ms. Sloan to pass a word."

Gordon asked, "I haven't got any instructions yet. How about you?"

"Don't deceive yourself. You are a senior media man Gordon. In fact, I don't need to say this at all. I think you are a friend Oh! Forget it. It's up to you. "

Pierre hung up with a sigh.

"The countdown is 15 minutes." The director reminds us.

Gordon looked down at the transcript of tonight's news, and a few minutes later said, "bring the news release of the morning's crash and put it after the election news."

"OK." The staff sent in the prepared manuscript.

"The news pictures are based on the crashed Rolls Royce..."

Gordon sketched in the press release and replaced some affirmative sentences with a little more gentle ones.

In Beverly Hills, Hollywood, Hayden said at the door to FBI agents visiting the scene: "sorry, Mr. aplus thinks Los Angeles is unsafe and has left."

"Who does this house belong to?" Asked the agent.

"It belongs to me." Hayden replied that in order to avoid tax, it would be very complicated to transfer the real estate to Amy's name, so the house still belongs to itself in name, which saves a lot of trouble.

"May I go in and have a look?" Asked the agent.

"Well, wait a minute. My lawyer hasn't arrived yet. Check the crime scene first."

Hayden saw Donovan's car coming in the distance. He quickly dealt with the agent and opened the iron door himself.

"The paparazzi are coming. Maybe someone is working on the background of the photos. The street terrain has analyzed the specific address. Maybe someone inside the police station has been bribed by the media."

Donovan hurried out of the car and said, "where's aplus?"

"Not long ago..."

Hayden murmured anxiously, "he is now very dissatisfied with us William Morris. I can see that he has been rummaging about driver's caps, motura, Italians, mafia and truck drivers' Union all day long. The more he contacts, the more he suspects that this is not a simple accident, and he has posted a lot of posts on the Internet."

"I've seen it."

Donovan asked, "do you think he will replace us next year?"

"Very likely! You know his character, Donovan. If you don't do anything, we're done! I'll definitely lose him! He even trusted Sloan more, and might have called owitz and paikinsley during the day. "

Hayden began to cry again: "how are you doing? The driver who caused the accident... "

"If that guy is a professional killer who can undertake such a big task, I have to say that he hides himself too deeply, but it doesn't matter now Aplus just wants good opinion, right? Hayden. "

Donovan asked.

"What do you mean?" Hayden didn't understand. "What are you going to do?"Donovan shook his head, a little lonely.

"The name and home address of the driver who caused the accident was leaked!"

The paparazzi who just drove their motorcycles to the villa door received a phone call from the newspaper and the station, "don't worry about the scene! There's nothing over there. Take a few brake marks and drive over. All of you Executives ordered by remote control.

In a black community in Los Angeles, police officers had just received a search warrant issued by the prosecutor's office when they heard the roar of paparazzi's motorcycles. Shortly after that, the TV station's Broadcasting cars and helicopters all arrived.

"These damned journalists!"

The police chief quickly asked people to pull a cordon at the door of the driver's house. He looked at the neighbors who were watching the scene. The black women with five or six children were behind their hips. The wife of the driver who caused the accident showed a search warrant, and then led the team to rummage inside.

"Look at this!"

Just a few minutes later, a young police officer yelled with excitement. He seized three heavy plastic bags from the toilet tank.

"Give it to me."

The sheriff wants to come over and open it. There are bundles of old bills worth $20.

"About 60000 yuan," he said He gave his judgment based on years of experience.

The police cheered warmly.

"My God!"

The driver's wife covered her mouth, "I don't know, I don't know..." I sobbed in disbelief and helplessness.

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