Chapter 54

Pablo might put himself on the shelf because of little Lowry. It’s better to leave early, return to Chicago, and take away Hayden’s share and Song Asheng’s salary. Song Ya actually got over 830,000 yuan, plus The previous savings and bank deposits are tens of thousands of yuan, and he is a real millionaire.

Of course, this does not include the follow-up income of the second-hand store and the two songs for De Klerk.

"Boss, it's time to plan to invest. Save the money in the bank and beat inflation." Song Asheng suggested.

"invest……"

Of course, Song Ya thought about it. In addition to the current professional music, the inspiration he got from the three apocalypses was to expect the future development of image and audio technology, and then combined with the learning results of this era, he came up with an electronic software and hardware industry. direction of investment.

"Electronics, do you understand?" he asked.

Song Asheng raised his thumb, "The boss is a young man with a bright mind after all. The future of the electronics industry is naturally good. Wang An, have you ever heard of it? The Light of Chinese Americans used to be the fifth richest man in Mimi, and he can distinguish himself from IBM. The old man passed away not long ago, and the stock of Wang An Computer Company is now at a low level."

"Oh?" Song Ya became interested, and there is such an awesome Chinese? He asked Song Asheng to find the information, and his face darkened after reading it, "The stock price of Wang An Computer was more than 40 at the highest, and now it is less than four yuan a share?"

"How else can I say it is a low position? After Wang An passed away, the company is now managed by a professional manager. This person is very powerful, and the company's stock price rebound is just around the corner."

"emmm..."

Song Ya thought about it for a long time, but she still shrank. After all, she didn't know stocks. "Let me learn some basic knowledge before I find time to enter the industry."

After sending Song Asheng away, he used his spare time to buy some related books and read them slowly.

Unknowingly, another two weeks have passed, "The investment portfolio... diversifies the risk..." He marked the key point in front of the desk, "So if I am bullish on the entire electronic software and hardware industry, I should diversify my investment into related stocks ..."

At this time the phone rang, and he picked up the receiver, "Alex! Come down! We're off!" It was Tony's loud voice.

It just occurred to me that today is the day when little Lowry is having a party at his new home, since he invited himself, it would be bad if he didn't go.

Hang up the phone, find a bottle of champagne from the kitchen cupboard, and go downstairs.

Since the last time we parted in New York, in order not to get involved, he deliberately didn't inquire about Little Lowry and Old Joe, and now he doesn't know what's going on with them. Walking out of the gate on the first floor, I saw 'Muffler' driving a red Chevrolet convertible. Tony was sitting in the back seat with a strange black girl in his arms. The loud music made the surrounding ground tremble.

"Let's go, it's not my bad luck to be complained by nearby residents." Song Ya complained, reaching out to pull the front door.

All of a sudden, the car in front of him was lifted two feet from the original spot. Looking closely, the car body was supported by several shiny silver hydraulic pillars, and it was already far away from the wheels.

"Ahahahaha!" The two men and one woman in the car looked at him like a country bumpkin, and laughed wildly.

"If you play with me again, I won't go." Song Ya's forehead was full of black lines.

"Okay, okay, let's not play, come up." Tony patted the shoulder of 'Muffler'.

'Muffler' pressed a few modification buttons under the center console, and the car suddenly tilted towards him. The door was at an angle with the ground, and it couldn't be opened at all.

"How can I get on this!" Song Ya was helpless.

"Step over, stupid!" Tony yelled.

No way, Song Ya raised his foot, stepped into the co-pilot seat, pressed the button of the 'muffler' again, and the car returned to balance. stand up,

Sitting is like being on a boat.

It was a little uncomfortable to be bumped, Song Ya rolled her eyes, "Little Lowry's car?"

"yeah."

The 'Muffler' gave an affirmative answer, and then pressed the control switch of the modified audio system, "Look inside..." Mira's singing sounded.

"FXXXYOU~FXXXYOU~"

He began to sing Hua Q along with it, and drove out of the city happily.

After driving for a long time, I still haven't arrived at the destination, "Where did little Lowry buy the house?" Song Ya asked.

"By the lake."

Tony began to show off again, "It's big, and there's a swimming pool..."

Finally, the 'Muffler' drove the car through an open iron gate, and a white building came into view.

Colonial-style two-storey villa, the swimming pool has been filled with water, and there are many folding sun loungers beside it. There are already many guests hanging around in it, most of them are black men in hip-hop clothes. Song Ya also saw it Several white waiters in uniforms, some are mixing drinks in front of the temporary bar, some are carrying a tray in one hand, and the other is behind their backs to deliver drinks professionally, and some are grilling steaks in front of the grill...

In the distance, the beautiful scenery of Lake Michigan is unobstructed.

"Hey!"

Song Ya was startled, but he knew that Little Lowry never got as much money from single sales as he did, "How much did you pay for this villa?"

"More than one million." Tony reported the number. "It's nothing to him. Next month, we can go to Benzi's commercial show to earn back the house. The book has a lot of money."

Song Ya was speechless.

'Didi! ’ A horn sounded from behind, and a bus pulled up behind their car.

'Muffler' drove the car into the garage and parked it, and the bus drove directly through the door. Song Ya knew the first person to get off, the well-known Chicago DJ 'Big A', his fat body blocked the door of the bus, "Gentlemen! "First roared like offering a treasure, and then opened the car door, one by one wearing all kinds of bikinis, black girls and white girls with explosive figures came out one by one, attracting the guests to howl like wolves.

"Welcome! Welcome!" Little Lowry appeared on the balcony on the second floor. He opened his arms and shouted at the girls.

"Look, it's little Lowry!"

"Hi! Lowry II!"

The girls were all excited when they saw him, waving at him and blowing kisses.

Little Lowry drank the wine in his hand, and then jumped off, smashing his whole body into the swimming pool, causing a big splash.

After staying with Little Lowry for a while, many girls who couldn't get close to Little Lowry heard that they were APLUS, and shifted their targets one after another, sticking their soft flesh to their bodies without any hesitation, and their words were full of hints.

Song Ya knows that as long as he makes a statement, he can drag one or more girls to the empty room in the villa, but he is very concerned about these "shuttle buses" )' The girl who came here was really not interested at all, she just ignored and perfunctory, so the people around her also slowly dispersed.

Not long after, an unpleasant smell of leaves wafted from the villa.

"Okay, I'd better get out of here quickly..."

He found the 'silencer', "Send me back, I'm not used to staying here."

On the way, the pager rang, and it was Lao Qiao's phone.

He made 'Silencer' turn to Old Joe Music.

As soon as I got downstairs, I saw several trucks parked downstairs, and many workers were carrying various boxes up there. If the door of Old Qiao Music was too narrow to send them in, they hung them in from the window on the second floor.

He said goodbye to the 'silencer' and followed the workers up to the second floor.

"Hey! APLUS!"

Old Qiao stared at the workers unloading the goods complacently, and saw Song Ya open his arms happily. The original gold watch on his wrist had been replaced with a full-diamond one, which made people's eyes dazzle, "Come, let me show you the brand new old watch." Joe Music."

When I walked into the recording studio, many white engineers were installing various equipment, such as mixers of American brands, microphones of German brands, monitor speakers of Nordic brands, and musical instruments of Benzi brands. The protective film has not been removed yet.

"Ugh!"

Old Qiao also sighed pretendingly, "Look, we old blacks sing and play ball, and all the hard-earned money we earned are returned to the white people."

"Yes, if you make such a mess, can you not return the money to the white people?" Song Ya complained silently.

"It's yours!"

Old Qiao took out his original gold watch and big thick gold necklace from his pocket, and stuffed them into Song Ya's hand. Seeing Song Ya wanting to decline, "Don't be polite to me, I'm different from little Lori, I'm Knowing who I should thank for the money I made.”

No way, Song Ya had to put the things in his pocket.

"Look!"

Old Qiao shook the full diamond watch in front of Song Ya's eyes, "Brand! Fan... Fan..."

"Van Cleef & Arpels." Song Ya helped him read the trademark.