Chapter 153

The demo belt seems to be on the road in the car, and there is a lot of noise. When it comes to writing songs, sometimes the inspiration is just a moment, so most rappers have the habit of taking time to record a few lines, even Song Ya, who has the Apocalypse plug-in, is no exception. He sometimes remembers when he is bored in the vehicle. Pointing words or something, after all, the words of apocalyptic songs like Empire State of Mind need a lot of adaptation, so save more lyrics to be prepared.

"Ah! My little follower, what did you do? Wipe away your tears and get up, it's a hundred dollars... go and bring some delicious food, you don't need to look for the money."

"What do you think?" The FBI agent pressed the stop button.

Song Ya was a little dumbfounded. When he was playing before, he did run errands for Little Lowry, but after more than a year, he sang it into a song and arranged it. It felt...very subtle, "How did you get this kind of A demo that hasn’t been released yet? Is this Little Lowry’s personal item?”

After NAS signed with Sony Columbia Records, I communicated with Pablo, and we agreed not to diss each other. Of course, how to record the demo is a private matter, as long as it is not made public.

The agent shrugged and said he had no comment.

Song Ya and Goodman looked at each other and shut their mouths. No one would take the initiative to explain anything to the FBI.

The agent continued to play, "Long live the Gangster Disciples (GD)! The son of a bitch dares to be rampant in front of us, without saying a word, showing the M-;one one (M1911 a pistol model) on the waist, making the fools on the east and west coast X knows that there are more than cripples and blood gangs in this world..."

"NAS! Bang! Puff Daddy! Bang! For 'Muffler'!"

At the end of the demo, Little Lowry named the enemies one by one, and imitated the sound of shooting with his mouth.

The cassette spun idling, and the agent turned off the tape recorder.

"Uh..." Song Ya supported his forehead, and was helpless by Little Lowry's spirit of not telling himself, "The FBI can't solve the case according to the lyrics, right? Rappers can do anything to rhyme, gangsta rap This kind of tone is what you want, but most of the content is bragging."

"But Sean Combs (Puff Daddy) was shot. We think yesterday's shooting was Sean Combs' revenge. You and Lowry..."

"Let's go here."

Goodman interrupted the other party's inquiry and got up to see off the guests, "This matter has nothing to do with my client.

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The two agents looked at Song Ya.

"Sorry." Song Ya also imitated him and stood up, reaching out his hand.

"Okay." The other party left a business card after shaking hands, "Be sure to keep the conversation just now a secret, and call this number when you want to chat." Take your leave and go out.

"call……"

Seeing the cars of the two downstairs driving away, Song Ya took a long breath, "What advice do you have, Chuck."

"None of your business."

Goodman asked: "Is there anything I don't know about you and Little Lowry?"

"No, I have basically no contact with him. We met once at the new home party last time, and we didn't say a few words in total." Song Ya replied.

"Okay, but you can't take it lightly when the FBI gets involved. I know you've always been careful, but you'll be even more careful in the future. Some A-list stars are now dealing with an average of five to ten lawsuits a year, alimony, fights, Divorce, blackmail from relatives and friends, financial disputes, and the most troublesome things related to crime..."

Goodman said: "As you become more popular, this kind of thing will happen more and more in the future."

"That's what I hired you for. As I become more and more popular, you earn more and more, don't you?"

Song Ya took the opportunity to mention: "It's okay if you don't want to go to court. As my personal lawyer and the legal consultant of my three companies, I don't want to go to Will Gardner for this kind of thing in the future. His fee It's worse than robbery."

"Well……"

Goodman couldn't prevent Song Ya from turning his face and denying others, and immediately panicked, and said flatteringly: "APLUS, we all came from poverty together."

"Improve your service quality, Chuck." Song Ya pointed to his simple office furnishings, "I'm working hard to move forward, so don't fall behind."

"Okay, I'll figure it out."

Goodman hurried to save him, "Defense lawyer... I have an old friend, Hamlin Howard, who is a very good defense lawyer. I have long intended to find him as a partner to serve you together."

"Is it reliable?" Song Ya asked.

"Absolutely reliable," Goodman assured.

"Let's bring him over for a chat next time." Song Ya nodded.

"Cut off contact with Little Lowry, don't make a single call, and the same goes for Tony, and it's best not to let him live in your house again."

Just about to walk out the door, Goodman reminded behind him.

Tony was scheduled to return to Chicago to report to the probation officer, and he always had a room at the Hyde Park mansion.

Song Ya paused for a few seconds, nodded and left.

Back at the recording studio of A+ Records, it was a rare deserted day. Delay and the others had all gone home for the weekend, and only Mawota was watching TV in the front desk.

"Hey, Mawota, are you taking a break today too? Didn't you find a girlfriend? There are so many girls coming and going here."

Song Ya chatted casually.

Mawota smiled shyly. He pointed to the TV, which was broadcasting public security news. The parade was over, and the hundreds of thousands of excited citizens gathered on the street had not yet dispersed. Some people began to take advantage of the lack of police force Sporadic vandalism, they stormed shops, looted and set several cars ablaze.

"It's just the daily life in Nancheng. You will not be surprised in the future."

Song Ya returned to the office and began to process the documents that Song Asheng had sorted out. The four companies under his name were all doing very well. Needless to say, A+ Records and A+ Copyright and Asset Management Company, De Lay predicted that A+ Audio's synthetic sound copyright this year The income of the library will be around 800,000 knives, successfully reversing the trend of declining income of the Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company, and the A+ Pedal Company has also kept the original order. It is currently working hard to develop the market on this basis, and the profit can be expected.

A+ Pedal Company General Manager Reese's financial statement was followed by a personal letter, and he once again asked Song Ya to buy the land and factory buildings of the factory, claiming that this would not only reduce costs again, but also be a very promising investment.

Song Ya silently calculated her income. In terms of the 4 million mortgages and annual taxes of the two properties in New York, she just used the rental income of the 12 units of the four-story apartment to fill the hole. The actual cost was 2 million down payment and With more than one million yuan in renovation costs, there is not much liquidity left. Fortunately, there is New York City's licensing fee for Empire State of Mind plus some commercial performance income. Currently, there are nearly two million yuan in the account.

The pen hung on the letter for a long time, "Agreed, entrust Riise to conduct preliminary negotiations on the factory building and land." ’ He finally wrote down a few Chinese characters and put them in the basket to be processed. Song Asheng would regularly collect the documents in it for processing.

Busy until two o'clock in the morning, he fell asleep on the sofa in the office for a while, and was woken up by Fergie at noon.

"It's time to go to dance practice today."

Fergie sat on him, tick-tock on the trumpet.

Ever since Fergie knew that the song "Trumpet" was the inspiration Song Ya got from her, she especially liked this trumpet, and it almost became her exclusive toy.

"Oh, today? I forgot. Get out of the way..."

Song Ya slapped her ass, "I haven't washed yet."

Fergie is different from Mira and Mariah Carey, she doesn't have the temper of a tsundere lady, "Oh." Get off Song Ya obediently, and ran to the recording studio to play.

After a brief wash, Song Ya and her ate the pizza delivered, and drove to a high-end private dance studio in the north of the city. The female dancer hired last time was already waiting.

"One da da, two ta da..."

In the afternoon, basic exercises with a large amount of exercise begin.

At the same time, Tony, who was carrying a bag, was stopped outside his house in Hyde Park vigorously.

"Hey! What's the matter with you! This is my house! You won't let me in!?"

Tony cursed angrily, and rushed towards the door with his football skills.

"Tony, sorry, sorry...Don't!"

Dali was pushed back step by step by him, so he could only lean his back against the door and keep talking in the only English words he knew.

"FXXKYOU!"

Tony grabbed the handle of the door, twisted it and didn't turn it away, "Where's your boss? Where's the Arak? Alex! APLUS! Can you understand me!?"

"NOT, uh... NO?"

"..." Tony gave up communicating with him, "Mom! Mam!" He went around to the window on the first floor and shouted inside.

"Sorry, Tony, you find a place to live yourself!"

Aunt Susie poked her head out of the window on the second floor calmly, "Don't bring your troubles with little Lori home, Tony."

"Mam! I am your own son!"

Tony was so angry that he dropped the bag on the ground and sat down on the doorstep with his head depressed.

Half an hour later, his anger gradually dissipated, he picked up his bag helplessly, and walked away step by step.