Chapter 1078

On the afternoon of January 4, 1997, song Ya looked up after he went out. It was fine. It was cloudy, but there was no sign of snow.

Get into the car in a good mood.

Last night with Rashida

In fact, when I think about Quincy Jones's face, it's not so annoying. Maybe it's love me and love my dog.

“Oleoleoleola……”

He hummed a few songs, and then talked to Linda about the new a + and metro.

The black Mercedes Benz team drove all the way out of the city.

"Fergie and Mira are both in this year's program, and Dean Wilson will also be in the stage name of n.o.id this year, as well as the destiny girl group going to metropolis and..."

Linda recounted the basic situation. "Feiji asked you for the main song."

"Just say so."

Song Ya has already prepared the lyrics and music, "but don't give it to her right away. The company will help her prepare the other songs of the album first."

Fergie and her agent, Peggy Kingsley, are rebellious when they pay a signing fee for the contract? Hehe, I had to compromise at that time, and I must give some color to see after the event. "If you know feiji's character, observe it first, and then allow her to come to me when she feels she wants to be really impatient. That's all."

Linda shook her head and laughed. "What about Mira? Even David Geffen knows you've got a hit song for it

"I'm ready, eh..."

Song Ya thought for a moment, "she is a little lazy. You can check and wait for her to practice the other tracks in the album first. The most important thing is to be proficient with the rock band. This year, we will promote her, and Mr. Gefen also means that. Then there will be various live performances."

"OK, Dion?"

"He can take care of himself."

Dion Wilson himself is a high-level producer. From this year on, in addition to the director of the production department of new a + records, he also serves as the executive vice president. Song Ya's own Tianqi songs are not enough, so he can't give him any songs.

"Your sister Emily?" Linda asked her again.

"I can't write women's songs."

Song ya really can't help it. He doesn't have Tianqi song composed by female voice rhythm and blues. She can't cook without rice. She would have saved the songs she had given Brenda for now. If I werea boy was given to my ex-wife, it was sung by Beyonce in the future. Do you want to find a way to organize more combination sports to touch porcelain and give back a piece of apocalypse to Beyonce? He pondered.

"Brenda?" Linda just asked.

"Ha ha..."

And send the Apocalypse to the troublemaker? I'm not cheap, but Linda's husband is Brenda's agent. Considering this, song Yacai didn't say anything sinister.

Speaking of Brenda, I almost forgot to call my ex-wife, "give me your cell phone."

Call through, "Mimi..."

"Well." Maria Kelly answered the phone coldly.

"I'm free now. Would you like someone to pick me up for a while? You also arranged a lot of activities and commercial performances at the beginning of the year... " Song Ya wants rega. It's time for shirenfen to leave on the sixth.

"Dream! My son is not going to leave New York any more! " "I'm not as busy as you think. My main job is to record this year's new college."

"New college? Oh, by the way... "

Song Ya remembered that the original soundtrack album of Titanic was produced by Sony Columbia Records, so he told his ex-wife, "210 million super production, if there is a theme song, would you like to sing it? It happens to be in my new college this year, and I have a lot of influence on that project now. "

"Hum, I know, 60 million please men." She has a strange personality.

"You're kidding. Pay attention. You don't know who I am yet?" I'm not happy to mention this song ya.

"Who are you!? Ang? Scum

"All right, all right, no noise, no noise, no business Why do you always interrupt? I just want to pick up little Reggae... "

"I'm not going to let little rega go into your women's nest! Hum! The pursuit of old lady can now row from Broadway to Wall Street! Real estate tycoons, stars, singers, movie stars, those who are richer than you, more affectionate than you, younger than you and more handsome than you, let me choose! "

Anyway, my ex-wife was so angry that she suddenly started shouting on the other end of the phone. Song Ya was so noisy that she just hung up and asked for peace.

"Here it is."

Old Mike stopped the car.

"Jim, prepare the materials for the French test. We'll start to study hard in two days..." Song Ya finished the last phone call, returned her mobile phone to Linda and pushed the door to get out of the car.

"Hoo!"

The wind is bigger than Highland Park, and the temperature seems to be slightly lower. He gets out of the car and takes a deep breath of refreshing cold air.

The snow did not melt, and it was a vast expanse of whiteness. In the distance, the skyline met the gloomy sky, and the boundary was hard to distinguish."It won't snow tomorrow, will it?"

In front of him is the headquarters of a + CN and a + records in the future. Some board houses and construction machinery are concentrated in the foundation construction area. Tomorrow, the governor and other politicians will come to hold the foundation laying ceremony. He is most worried about the weather, because there is only a large outdoor temporary canvas awning on the ceremony site, which can barely cover the lectern and audience seats.

"The weather forecast says no Old Mike looked at the busy worker in the distance and asked, "your bulletproof vest..."

"Yes." Song Ya patted her chest and said, "I wish I could take him off soon, Mike."

Only old Mike can understand, um.

In fact, he will not go to the construction area today, and there is no opportunity to communicate with the workers. He mainly comes to inspect the preparations for the foundation laying ceremony. After all, the governor and mayor personally attend the event, and the media will also report on the event.

A group of people walked into the big colored awning. Ms. Sloan was standing on the stage fiddling with the microphone direction. Gordon, President of a + CN, was also present, directing the staff to arrange the seats on the spot.

"Hey, Gordon, talk?"

"OK."

called and walked over, and he stared at the cornerstone that was half buried in the soil outside the tent with Gordon. He saw a few shovel beside him, and he asked for it himself.

"Danburton did a good job."

He praised as he examined the corporate information on the cornerstone.

"Ha ha, those hypocritical conservative white people I've been in the media for so many years, and I've seen through them. " Gordon replied.

Black politicians did a lot of things like that. In fact, song Ya didn't say such a bad thing. He kicked a piece of dirt to the foundation stone and smashed it to pieces.

"The most important thing tomorrow is over there." Gordon didn't say much. He took him to the front of the seat, with the names of the politicians and their families or entourage posted on the backs of the first three rows of chairs.

Etiquette and propriety, name and reality. Westerners also pay attention to this. It's better not to make big mistakes in ranking. For example, getting Chicago little Daley to the back row will offend people. In fact, it is more rigorous to put each person's photo on the seat, and the organizer and the public relations personnel will carefully discuss the replacement method, because they are afraid that the staff responsible for the seat introduction will misunderstand because they do not know the guests themselves.

"Let me see."

Sloan took out a list of the people present, and Sonya wanted to come over and answer the notes on his seat one by one, "governor flock and his chief of staff Eli sit here, eh Little Daley with his wife and children Several children? This is the representative of the state assembly in the local constituency, isn't it? "

"Before tomorrow's ceremony, their entourage will also come to make a final confirmation."

See how tangled Songya is, Sloan reminded.

"Yes."

I don't feel anything wrong. Sloan and Gordon are the most professional in this kind of thing. Song Ya put his mind down.

“APLUS！？ Ha, you are here too

Outside, a middle-aged white man with a construction helmet called himself affectionately. Song Ya turned his head and saw that, oh, it was the close friend of the governor's real estate agent, kozko.

A + real estate bought the land of old Barnes for part of the infrastructure construction, and then a + CN and a + records paid more money to buy the land needed by their respective headquarters, and introduced builders to start construction. This is roughly the process.

As there was no need to please the builders in the jurisdiction where the original Bain fluorescent factory was located, part of the construction project here was handed over to the construction company of kozko in exchange for the governor.

Kozko also got information from the governor in advance and started to purchase some farmland nearby. As for how they were divided afterwards, Songya didn't want to care.

"If you want me to say, the efficiency of our system is too low. The mayor should be a subordinate of the governor, and so should the counties! Are you right? "

They walked out of the tent to a quiet place, and kozko suddenly sighed.

No, did you or Peter float? Song Yaqi gave him a strange look. Before Peter became governor, he was much lower in the Illinois political arena than little Daley and Underwood He's a prisoner with a black history.

"Maybe." He replied.

"You see This way Over there... "

After all, koziko was a self-made and practical school. After a few words, he asked his subordinates for a long drawing tube, drew out the construction drawings inside and explained them, "the effect pictures in the future..."

Gordon and Linda are also concerned about the two bosses around.

Anyway, no matter how much Gordon doesn't like it here, the matter has been settled. He points to the tall antenna tower on the future headquarters building of a + CN and begins to make suggestions, "I feel that it needs to be strengthened. There is a strong wind here, our satellite receiving pot..."

"Well?"

Song Yazheng is focusing on listening. Suddenly, he feels a little cool on his head. When he looks at it, there are several crystal snowflakes on his windbreaker sleeve, "Damn it! The weather forecast doesn't say... "

Old Mike shrugged.

Snowflakes are as big as goose feathers. Fortunately, they are only scattered in the air. Winter in Chicago is nothing.After this episode, Songya didn't want to listen to koziko's jargon. He walked alone to a small mound in the distance. Looking around, the sky became more and more gloomy. However, he was not so upset. He looked at the foundation under construction in the distance, thinking that according to the beautiful effect picture of kozko, there will be two buildings and a series of ancillary facilities here ……

These are my own six years, no, seven years of hard work!

Huge construction sites and high-rise buildings are close at hand. The pleasure of seeing real objects, especially land and real estate, seems to be more direct and stimulating than the hundreds of millions of figures in the stock account.

He can't help but be full of lofty sentiments and open his arms as if embracing the future high-rise buildings.

"Ah Ding Ding Dong, Ding Ding Dong Dong... "

Cool! At this time, apocalypse music came again. It seemed to be a pure Symphony again. Like babayetu, it was mixed with human voice, but it was more magnificent and aggressive. Since Tianqi can't hold u, all the later films were clips. I thought God didn't give songs. Ha ha

The cello and violin parts are very comfortable, but they should not be evangelical. The rhythm is progressive and faster and faster. I feel a little like Hans Zimmer's soundtrack for the movie made by bravery, killing island. I like it!

"Look, I'll live up to the top of the pack..."

With his eyes closed, he made a great wish.

"Brothers, grazing is not allowed here for a long time!"

The watchman in the distance interrupted his thoughts, frowned and opened his eyes. Oh, it was the three red necked farmers and herdsmen who rode over from afar. The leader saw himself standing upright on the stirrup and waving to this side.

"It's OK. Check it and let them come."

It happened that kozko was also there, probably for the farm trade.

But the music of apocalypse in his mind was getting better, but it was getting faster and faster. In the next paragraph, the sound was so loud that he was upset by the dull drumbeats and harsh cymbals.

“Hey！ Don't touch my things

The cowboy over there also quarreled with marvolta. He had to help his forehead to resist the Apocalypse "by-products": dizziness and discomfort in the head and eardrum.

In the third paragraph of "bang", after a heavy drumbeat, the music is even bigger and faster.

"Hello! It's almost OK... " He thought.

“BOSS！”

No, there seems to be gunfire and hooves in the middle? No, no, it's not. Marvolta seems to be calling herself. It's very sad.

When he looked up, he saw that the three cowboys were riding on their horses and rushed straight towards them. They were the first to raise their hands. "Bang!" What a gun shot

He felt as if he had been stung by a bee in his neck socket. His hands and whole body suddenly bent down and his right hand pressed on the place. By the way, he saw the fierce white face that rushed to the nearby place. His beard was shaved blue. He was not the cowboy he had seen last time.

Is that AK in his hand? It seems to be the same as the red necked one in tunnel vision's Apocalypse song MV?

"Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng , Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng... "

"Ho..."

According to the neck of the fingers seem to have something flowing out, the world seems to run slowly, I still think about it!? He turned and ran.

“Fxxk！”

The AK in the other side's hand seems to be jammed. He yells at him and keeps pulling the gun.

"Mike! Save... "

There seems to be something fishy and sweet in the mouth.

He saw old Mike waving and yelling at him and pulling a gun from his back, and Linda and Sloane hugged each other in horror.

"Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng , Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng... "

What am I supposed to do? More and more disorderly gunshots and screams, fear, fear, unwilling, and Apocalypse music reverberated in my mind I can't hear you clearly.

Suddenly, I was hit by a train He lost his balance, and the whole person trembled like a hip-hop dance. Then he fell to the ground, and his chin hurt.

"Ah, ah..." He saw the blood in his mouth throw a long red track in front of his eyes! Bang! " Two more hits on your legs? Three times? "Ah, Wu Wu, ang Mike, I don't want to die... "

Survival will let him reach out to grasp the snow and soil on the ground, struggling to climb forward, tears streaming, howling.

"Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng , Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng... "

"I don't want to die..."

He heard old Mike squatting next to him and shooting. The symphony stopped suddenly, and then his brain suddenly lost consciousness like a broken line.

“APLUS！ Alexander! Alec! Song! "

Confused for a long time, he woke up again, as if he was already in the car, a little bumpy. Old Mike kept looking back and yelling as he drove.There was a hand on his neck.

"I..."

He wanted to open his mouth, but he couldn't. It was so cold, his teeth chattered, thick blood blocked in his throat, and he felt pain everywhere. Countless memories flashed back and forth in his mind like a movie, "I can't breathe, I can't breathe Mike... "

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