Chapter 637? Sudden Remarks

On Vic McGee's side, after returning home, he kept his eyes open and turned over and over all night, causing his wife beside the pillow to mutter and protest, "Vic, take a sleeping pill if you can't sleep. It's already five o'clock."

"Forget it, you go to sleep."

He simply got up, went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of beer, walked to the garage while drinking, hesitated in front of his eldest daughter's car, and finally made up his mind, opened the engine compartment, unscrewed a part quietly, and went to the kitchen to get busy.

"Daddy made breakfast today."

At breakfast time, the whole family got up, the wife said to the son and daughter who were obediently sitting at the dinner table.

The younger son's autism is much more serious, he doesn't speak or respond, and just stares at the oatmeal rings soaked in milk in a daze.

"Thank you Daddy." The youngest daughter with only mild symptoms ate happily with a spoon.

Vic squeezed his little daughter's face with a smile, and raised his ears to listen to the movement in the garage.

"This damn broken car!"

Cassidy kept turning the car key, and the car whimpered and roared, but would not start.

"I gonna go see."

Vic wiped his mouth and walked to the garage, "Cassidy, what's wrong?"

"The car seems to have broken down again." Kasiti thumped the steering wheel, "I'm about to be late..."

"Leave it alone, I have a day off today, and I will help you fix it."

Vic walked to his car, "Come on, I'll take you to school."

"All right……"

Kasiti took her things and got into his car, "You're coming to pick me up that night?"

"No problem, hey hey, are you still in class with that NGer?"

"No, my progress has already surpassed him." Cassetti responded dissatisfied: "Can you stop using this name? Daddy."

"OK, OK, I'm relieved if he doesn't go to class with you."

Vic started the car and began to insinuate her words along the way. When the person was delivered, he stayed at the University of Chicago and waited. Estimating that it was almost time, he got off the car and went straight to the teaching building where Song Ya was in class.

"Mike, come here."

After showing the police badge to the school security guard, he found Old Mike who was wandering in the corridor of a certain floor without any hindrance.

"Mike!" He huddled in the emergency exit and whistled.

"You shouldn't have found this place." Old Mike came over and said with a straight face when he saw him.

"Damn old man, show me some respect!"

He was annoyed by the old Mike's reaction, but he didn't get too entangled, and whispered that Sean was entangled by the FBI, "I know the FBI, and it's time to investigate the old wiretapping case that implicated us and your boss at the same time, and set the target at Sean, who is relatively sloppy in his work...you must have a problem if you think about it carefully."

"The problem is your problem too."

Old Mike rolled his eyes, "We did what we promised, but we are not responsible for wiping your stormtroopers' ass."

"Hey! What do you mean? Call APLUS out, and I'll talk to him in person!" Vic was angry.

"Inconvenient, Vic, you have been a black policeman for so many years,

Should know the rules. "Old Mike refused.

"good very good……"

Vic scratched his bald head and turned around a few times, reconfirming that no one could hear the conversation between the two, "But you have to tell that kid for me, except for the FBI, who was in charge of the Lowry and Sinaloa cases recently Prosecutor Argus also resigned suddenly, and I heard that he was called by the FBI to talk before he resigned."

"That young man with a smile on his face all the time?" Old Mike asked.

"Yes, that young man was in charge of the witness transaction between Lowry's attorney, Barron, and the police."

Vic nodded, "I promise I won't go wrong, but you should keep your eyes peeled!"

"Okay, I'll pass it on to him." Old Mike nodded.

Vic went downstairs and returned to the car. After thinking about it, he drove outside Sean's residence and continued to watch.

"Argus? I know, he did receive some pressure from the FBI. Peter told me that the former state attorney Childs filed a report before leaving office, which specifically noted that Argus was in Lowry Jr. and Sinaloa case."

Song Ya got a message from the old Mike, "Argus is a person who is very good at changing the direction of the wind. After Peter succeeded in the election, he betrayed Childs and joined him, so Childs wanted to do this to him before leaving. Licia recruited Argus and asked him to be the title partner of the new law firm. Now that Flock Law Firm has been renamed Flock and Argus Law Firm, he has also become a lawyer representing part of my business. According to Lawyer-client confidentiality obligations, he can now refuse any testimonial request involving me from law enforcement agencies, Vic's worries are unnecessary."

"He seems a little paranoid lately," said Old Mike.

"Of course, he did a great job..."

Song Ya and the old Mike have a tacit understanding not to talk about Vic's killing of the FBI detective. Originally, this guy went alone, "Leave it alone for now, let Vic worry about it, we are now keeping in touch with Peter Just do it."

At the end of February, he flew to Los Angeles to join his fiancée who was already there.

"Miss Kelly has just signed a production contract with 20th Century Fox. Her newly opened Glitter film studio will invest 10 million yuan, and 20th Century Fox will invest 2 million yuan. She will be paid a symbolic one-meter blade to star in the filming. The film Star Dream Tears, Fox Films moved very quickly, and immediately entered the stage of forming the main creative team after Miss Kelly’s money was in place.”

Yeremov reported to him the progress of various projects, "Dancing out of my life sequel script has also been finalized..."

"Of course Fox has acted fast for such a good thing, I'm afraid the money he got will fly away! You should help her more and find more reliable directors and actors."

Song Ya complained while flipping through the script of the sequel to Dancing My Life.

The sequel tells an old-fashioned story of a rice-style campus youth drama. The male protagonist who is relatively useless in school is a hip-hop dancer. The male protagonist is full of charm from the very beginning of dancing, just at this time she and her quarterback boyfriend are having conflicts...

In the end, it must be a happy ending where the two finally fell in love after some dramatic conflicts.

The campus love between a white boy and a girl in the eighth grade, the hip-hop elements that became more and more popular after dancing the first part of my life, let the school bully eat up, and there is more time, bigger and more exciting fights than the first part In the dance sequence, Universal made up for all the flaws they thought were in the first film.

"It's a bit old-fashioned, but it looks okay." Song Ya commented.

"Standard Hollywood commercial routine, full marks." Eremov laughed.

"Where is the cat and mouse game?" Song Ya asked again.

"Linton and I have already signed a director contract with Ridley Scott, two plus three, two million film salary, and a 3% split, not the kind of box office split that David Fincher asked for, but the kind of Profit sharing after all costs are settled.”

Yeremov replied: "The first batch of 5 million funds from both of us has been put into a special account. Now Ridley Scott has started to form a director team. I have also inserted Zack Schneider. They are working with The screenwriters had a meeting to discuss the storyboard script..."

"Don't let the script go out of my control. It can be increased, but it must not be reduced." Song Ya laid the groundwork for wielding the big scissors in the future.

"I see. Are you going to meet them at Hollywood Studios?"

Yeremov handed over some financial documents: "It seems that Abagnell and the retired FBI agent Joseph Shay have also arrived. Linton arranged for them to be consultants, and Abagnell can still get A publicity fee to help the publicity. The legendary liar is very happy, and when the movie is released in the future, his books and speeches will be bought by others, and there will be many more announcements."

"Director's salary...screenwriter, cinematographer, consultant..."

The film project is officially launched, and the game of cat and mouse has begun to burn money. "There is no way to turn back now, right?"

"There is no way to turn back. We gave Hollywood a sum of money to get the script. If the project fails, the money will be wasted."

Yeremov laughed: "Now we can finally include that expenditure in the production cost."

"Don't worry about the small money. This is a big project worth 20 million yuan. You should also urge the old man Johnny Carson. His money and human resources should also come into play."

Song Ya didn't find any problems, and returned the documents to him, "I won't go, I'm going to prepare for the Grammy Awards ceremony on March 1st, and I should be able to get the trophy this year."

"Understood, then I wish you the award first. Oh, yes..."

After Yeremov finished speaking, he remembered something, "Just now, at three o'clock this afternoon, Doug Morris suddenly announced his resignation as the president of Warner Music and left Warner directly..."

"What? Why? Resigned from the top six presidents? He hasn't been in office for long, has he?" Song Ya asked in surprise.

"I don't know. He was lucky to be in the position in Warner Music's internal struggle. Maybe he has lost the value of existence now?"

Yeremov didn't pay much attention to the recording industry. "Maybe you are preparing for a new opportunity? Why don't you ask him yourself? I remember that he has a good relationship with you."

"That's for Daniel's sake, let me ask Daniel."

Song Ya called Daniel and asked about it.

"Uh..." Daniel faltered on the other end of the phone, "Maybe he couldn't bear the chaos inside Warner, or he might be eyeing the MCA president position that Universal has changed hands. I... don't know too well."

"Did you feel something?"

Song Ya intuitively felt that his reaction was not normal, "We just lost a friend of the top six presidents so suddenly, or is there something inside that I don't know?"

"Anyway... Doug Morris has his own agenda."

Daniel said a few perfunctory words, "Let's talk when we meet at the Grammy celebration dinner, this time I have worked hard for you, APLUS."

"Okay, see you then, thank you Daniel."