Chapter 152 The FBI Who Comes to You

In fact, he is still quite looking forward to whether there will be another apocalypse song under such circumstances.

It's a pity that nothing was heard except the excited cheers of the audience.

"What are you doing, you gave it to the Christmas game, but you didn't give it to the championship?" He could only complain silently.

No way, Apocalypse is a nerve knife, I don't know when it will come, I only know that every time it comes, it fits the situation at that time.

The Bulls seemed to be celebrating in the locker room, and the security guards began to concentrate on dealing with the audience rushing down the stands, "Mr. APLUS, the audience is a little too excited, why don't you take a rest in my office and come out when the trophy is awarded ?Michael and they are popping champagne, let them celebrate a little longer."

The security manager of the stadium found Song Ya, and hurried over to greet him before the fans turned their attention to the popular singer.

"Uh, can I go to the locker room?" Song Ya asked.

The security manager smiled apologetically and shook his head.

"Okay." Song Ya followed to his small office.

"Smoking?" the security manager asked, taking out a box of Marlboros.

Song Ya pointed to her voice and declined.

"Singers can also smoke, right? I remember..." He cited a few well-known singers who had been to the stadium as examples.

Song Ya smiled and did not answer. The security manager saw that he had no intention of chatting, so he closed his mouth tactfully, and the two of them stared at the small TV in the office in a daze.

"There is a new development in the shooting incident of Little Lowry. According to local media reports in New York, the attacker fired three shots at Little Lowry and others that night. The vehicle being driven..."

Shooting into the air, is that not going to kill little Lowry?

Song Ya knows that this usually represents the final warning. Gang members show force to their opponents, saying that I can catch you and kill you, but I am still willing to give you one last chance.

"According to a source who did not want to be named, this conflict is very likely to be related to the brawl that Lowry participated in last month... The other party to the conflict also just went through a shooting incident a few days ago, in which one person was killed. Wounded leg. Rumor has it that the police intend to combine the two shootings."

Song Ya's heart skipped a beat,

The time when the other party was shot happened to be after 'Muffler' was imprisoned. The uptown record intern named Puff Daddy refused to accept mediation after being fired, and insisted on sending 'Muffler' in, according to Little Lowry's personality , there is indeed a possibility of retaliation.

Unexpectedly, the other party was not afraid of GD. It seems that this matter is far from over. He sighed silently. Tony is still staying with Little Lowry. If he knew it would develop to this point, he shouldn't be bothered last time Let him go in and be locked up for three to five years, maybe it will be safer than staying with little Lowry now...

Momo silently put the phone in his pocket, after thinking about it, he still didn't dial it out. Since he swore to ignore it, he didn't care about it to the end, and besides, he had no ability to handle this kind of thing.

Crazy cheers came from outside again, he went to the sink to wash his face, then controlled himself to make a happy expression, walked out of the office, and returned to the sidelines again.

The Bulls won the O'Brien Trophy, and Jordan cried like a child holding the trophy.

Song Ya and the audience stood up and applauded them non-stop.

On the weekend, he performed Remember The Name again with Delay and Al at the Bulls' championship parade, and then he stopped following the parade floats. Goodman told him to go back to the law firm, saying it was urgent.

On the way, he saw a Jungle Fever poster outside a movie theater, "How is this movie selling?" He recalled the last time he watched a movie, "I guess there is nothing to watch, right?"

"On the contrary." Hayden smiled, "The box office in the first week was more than 7.9 million."

"A movie with an investment of 14 million, is this a good result?" Song Ya asked.

"There are only more than 600 theaters showing this film, and the single box office box office is 12,000 dollars, which is a very good result." Hayden Kopp said: "It is more than enough to recover the cost only by theater screenings."

"SHXT, that big mouth will definitely be more arrogant in the future." Song Ya was a little disappointed, "I told him last time that black movies don't make money, will he take it out and belittle me again?"

Hayden shrugged, "Fate, with the nominations and awards in Cannes, it's hard for his films to lose money. Cannes usually only has the best actor and actress award, but this time it set an exception for Samuel Jackson's performance. Best Supporting Actor Award, with this gimmick, many people go to the theater just to see how amazing Samuel Jackson's performance is."

"That's the only way to go." Song Ya sighed.

"Call me back is..."

Outside Goodman's office, he saw two white men in their thirties in suits and leather shoes waiting there.

"The two outside are the FBI." Goodman was a little nervous, and immediately closed the door when Song Ya entered, "They came for little Lowry's business."

"What? Why did you come to me?" Song Ya was also surprised.

"I don't know." Goodman pointed to the tape recorder on the table, "Just pay attention to your words later, I will remind you what questions you can answer, and slow down every sentence so that I can intervene at any time."

"Wait, don't I have the right not to accept police inquiries?" Song Ya asked.

"Yes, you have the right, but if there is nothing to be afraid of, it is generally better for the FBI to cooperate with the interview." Goodman explained, "otherwise not only will the FBI's attention be drawn to you, but they will also find other It’s not worth the candle to get you into trouble. They have more power than the police.”

"well."

Song Ya sighed and sat behind Goodman's desk. Goodman opened the door to let the two FBI agents in.

"Mr. APLUS, when did you and Little Lowry meet?"

The other party really came for Little Lowry's shooting case.

"Who is Tony to you?"

"You are a big star, but your cousin is working as a follower in Little Lowry's hands?"

"The cooperation between you and Little Lowry back then..."

According to Goodman, FBI agents have received professional training in clichés, so he couldn't help coping with it with 120,000 points of energy, voicing a few words out, while observing Goodman's expression all the time.

"You all have a GD background, right?" After a few simple questions, the other party suddenly attacked.

"I don't understand you..." Halfway through Song Ya's speech, Goodman raised his hand to hint, and he immediately stopped talking.

"Mr. two detectives, please don't use inducing questions to my clients. We have agreed before, otherwise I will stop the inquiry immediately." Goodman said.

"Well, you all worked at Old Joe Music, right?"

"How do you cooperate with Old Joe Music?"

"We have a song demo here, is it convenient to listen to it?"

The two detectives took out the cassette and a small tape recorder and played it.

"Yeah! I'm a child of GD, America lets me break in, whoever dares to provoke me, I'll give him a shot..."

It’s Lowry’s voice. I’ve heard from Tony that his second album does seem to be about to transform into gangster rap, but his singing is still as bad as ever. “The basketball court in South City full of memories, APLUS was played by me and staggered in place. ..."

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