Chapter 158 Disillusionment

At 9:30, Song Ya distributed 20,000 chips to the people under his hands in the background, "It's fine if you spend it, restrain yourself, and come here to gather at 12 o'clock." He pointed to nas again, "You..."

"I know, I will be optimistic about them." Nas himself has two younger brothers, which are the biggest unstable factors in this trip.

Including Fergie, everyone dispersed excitedly with their chips.

"Mr. Aplus, there is an old friend upstairs, do you want to meet?" the entertainment manager of the casino came over and said.

"Who?" Song Ya asked.

The manager smiled and said, "We want to keep the VIP guests secret. You knew it in the past. He asked me to call you."

"Little Lowry?"

In this kind of place, playing at the VIP level again, among Song Ya's acquaintances, it is estimated that Little Lowry can do it. If it was him, I would not go.

"No, but also from Chicago."

"Chicago?"

Song Ya recalled it for a while, and probably Quincy Jones is the most suitable one. He is from Chicago and has enough financial resources.

"All right."

When I bought American Music Magazine, Quincy Jones gave me an idea. Later, Hayden followed his instructions and asked the editor of the magazine, that annoying white old woman Shirley Fleming, to agree to help with the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences ( naras) membership. Although there is no result yet, it should not be a big problem. Quincy Jones has helped himself, so I want to sell this face, "You lead the way."

Together with Hayden, he was taken into the exclusive VIP elevator by the manager, went up all the way, and finally came to a VIP room.

An unfamiliar black bodyguard stood at the door, and when he saw Song Ya, he opened the door.

This is a big suite, and some black servants are watching TV, "yo, aplus!" They all recognize Song Ya, but Song Ya doesn't know any of them.

"Your hole card is an ace? I don't believe it, huh? Don't you fucking try to cheat me!"

The voice of Chicago Beloved came from inside.

"Jordan?" Song Ya was very surprised. He didn't expect that this player with such a good personal image turned out to be the VIP of this casino.

"I'll wait for you here." Hayden didn't want to go in.

"Hey, aplus! You're just in time." Jordan yelled from inside.

Song Ya and a middle-aged white man passed by, "Richard, you are such a disappointment!" Jordan shouted at the white man again.

"I don't like playing cards." The white man named Richard replied, "I'll wait for you at the golf course tomorrow. Bring the check. Do you dare to come?"

"fxxk!" Jordan said not to be outdone, "Wait until I punch your shit out."

The two argued for a few words, and Richard left, "Aplus, sit down, it's up to you, Richard doesn't play." Jordan sat behind the green card table, smoking a cigar, looking like a big brother, "Sit down, boy, don't be dazed, James, and tell him our rules."

"We play...every bet..." A black man with a gangster temperament at the poker table explained the rules to Song Ya.

Song Ya did some calculations in her heart. If she played like this, she might win or lose about 100,000 dollars a night, which is not bad.

"Aplus, is it okay to play this kind of game with your income?"

Another black man turned his head. He was sitting opposite Jordan. Song Ya didn't pay attention to him just now. It turned out that he was also an NBA star player, Charles Barkley of the 76ers.

"Uh, I've never played cards." Song Ya went to the empty seat and sat down.

"This kid earns a lot more than us." Jordan looked like he was heavily addicted to drugs. He knocked on the table while urging the dealer to deal the cards. Believe it or not?."

Charles Barkley looked at Song Ya with envy and hatred on his face, "Singer ah? If I had known I would play music too, I would train to play by plane all year round, train to play by plane... I'm fucking fed up!"

"Don't fucking blow it, can you read the cards?"

"Raise..."

The two sang together and chattered,

The progress of the game was not delayed at all.

At twelve o'clock, Hayden came to remind me on time.

"I have a performance and I'm leaving soon..." Song Ya lost more than 10,000 yuan. After all, he is a novice, so he should pay his tuition.

"Hey, you're such a disappointment!" Jordan cursed, holding the winning chips in front of him in a good mood, and most of Song Ya's losing money went to him.

"No way, just ask for a living." Song Ya shrugged and stood up.

Jordan urged the black man named James again: "Call and find another one."

"Michael, how's the Nike short film?" Song Ya took this opportunity to shake hands with him and asked.

"I'm not sure, you can ask David." He was referring to his agent David Falk.

"Okay, then we will contact again when we have a chance." Song Ya and Hayden left together.

"This kid is not bad, he will be a good poker buddy, he will be a good poker buddy, hahaha..." Jordan laughed loudly from behind.

"Nothing will happen to him with such a bet, right?" Song Ya asked Hayden in the elevator.

Hayden thought for a while, "Don't worry, an agent like David Falk should know it well."

After this episode, Song Ya concentrated his energy on the performance and ended the performance in the early morning. The next day, he went to the golf course for a while at the invitation of Jordan. I didn't expect that I could even gamble on golf at Jordan's place. He and the white man Richard from yesterday seemed to be out of anger. Song Ya saw that the denominations of the checks they exchanged hands were all in the amount of one hundred thousand dollars.

In the next two days, Song Ya declined his invitation as soon as he accepted it. If this thing gets involved, there will be no good results, especially the gambling nature of Chinese people is actually very heavy. Besides, poker is not as fun as Fergie.

After finishing his trip to Las Vegas, he returned to New York, participated in a variety show, and showed off his trumpet playing to Quan Mi to match the "Trumpet" single that was released simultaneously.

On the 6th, during a radio promotion, he met Dre and Snoop Dogg from n.w.a who also ran the promotion.

"Tell him! Derry." Derry pulled Song Ya to a private place, and Snoop Dogg brought up the old story again.

Derry is still very careful, "Hey, aplus, what do you think of the shooting incident of Little Lowry and a local singer in New York?"

"I won't say anything, Derry, I never get involved in this kind of thing." Song Ya said with extreme caution.

"That little local character named Puff Daddy is still afraid of little Lowry after all, isn't he?" Derry changed the way of asking, and his words represent the judgment of most people who eat melons with gang knowledge.

Puff Daddy was beaten by Little Lowry's henchman, and then he sent Little Lowry's henchman to prison, and then Little Lowry's gunman wounded Puff Daddy's henchman's leg, and Puff Daddy's revenge only Dare to shoot into the sky.

If there is no further action from the two sides in the follow-up, just for these few confrontations, it still shows that Puff Daddy is not confident enough. After all, he is afraid of the gd behind Little Lowry. After all, gd really dared to send gunmen to New York to commit crimes, and really Dare to shoot and hurt people.

As a gangster rapper, Little Lowry unexpectedly gained a lot of favor among black males at the bottom of the whole meter this time. In the same sentence, they admire the ruthless people.

GD's image has also been 'improved' in their minds through this incident.

"GD! They are very strong in Chicago! Little Lowry belongs to GD, and so does Aplus, don't hesitate, Derry, we are running out of time." Snoop Dogg was very anxious.

"Okay." Derry took a deep breath, "Aplus, whether you admit your relationship with gd or not, I made it clear that we both want to leave n.w.a, we need strong people to protect us from revenge from big e , we have to force Big E to terminate the contract on its own initiative, our contract has not yet expired."

Song Ya was stunned. It's really like Escouber said, n.w.a is going to end? Derry is the soul of n.w.a, he wants to leave, what is this?

Jordan is a gambler, Dre is looking for a gunman to deal with his brother Big E, so fucking disillusioned, "Your album won the weekly sales champion not long ago!"

"bullshxt! What does that have to do with us? Big e doesn't pay any money! He blackmailed our money!" Derry became excited as he spoke, "You may not believe me when I say it. How many songs you sell is definitely not as much as you made in the past six months!"

"Yeah, what the hell." Snoop Dogg scolded.

"How about we go to your A record? As long as you help us get rid of Big E, you don't have to do anything, just send a gunman to scare him. He used to be a small drug dealer and has no place in the lame gang." Dre proposed The condition, "I have already prepared a lot of songs for myself and Snoop Dogg. With you, one album per person can be produced in a short time. You just need to help produce and count the money!"

"Sorry, I really don't want to get involved in this kind of thing, why don't you go to other people in gd, old Joe, little Lowry?" Song Ya would not do this kind of gangster thing, even if there is a chance to recruit Derry A well-known producer and the king of gangsta rap, even if it is possible to get two albums for nothing and a lot of money. If you don't mention gangsters, Song Ya doesn't like this guy if he hits a woman a little bit.

"Their gang is strong enough, but their music production ability is not good."

Derry spoke the truth, and he looked at Song Ya who was unmoved, "Forget it, it's the same sentence, just pretend that I didn't say these words." The two had nothing to do with him, so they had to say goodbye unwillingly and leave .

"This kid is so fucking ugly..." Snoop Dogg cursed.

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