Song Ya can understand Al's motivations like this, but she really can't agree with them. What's the point of being a little aggrieved? Working with people you don't like is a common phenomenon in society, and it's the same in the United States. There's such a big sum of money right in front of you, why don't you go?

You make money by making money from others, but in the end, it ends up benefiting Pablo and those people you hate. I'm afraid the beneficiaries will still count the money and laugh at you for being silly. Can't you understand this?

But he didn't want to persuade him anymore. If Al was persuaded, and one day he failed to control himself and actually shot people with a gun, brother Tony would still be working as a follower in front of little Lori... Oh no, where is the partner.

Safety first.

In the second week, after passing the paid and mindless stage of touting, Chicago radio DJs began to objectively and calmly analyze the song "Second Hand Store". Unsurprisingly, the evaluation dropped a bit, but overall it was still very high. Supermarkets, restaurants

As stores gradually included this song in their background music playlists, the familiar melody also sounded from time to time in the Walkmans of the students, especially in second-hand stores of all sizes. They loved this song so much that they started an infinite brainwashing cycle.

model.

In Illinois alone, the first batch of 7,000 cassettes was sold out in about ten days, and subsequent 10,000 cassettes have been restocked.

Lao Qiao and Pablo were so inspired that they focused their next promotion directly on the Greater New York area in the Northeast, the core area of ​​the American record industry. They planned to visit New York, Philadelphia, Boston, Baltimore and Washington in six days.

City, directly promoted Lowry II's album into the Billboard TOP200, which is the top position on the weekly album sales list.

Song Ya felt that her 'own' song was already on the eve of soaring into the sky.

However, the reality is cruel.

On Friday night, Tony called, and this time they hit the wall.

At the first stop, they were lost in the endless media ocean in New York. Two radio interviews and a small-scale performance didn't even stir up the slightest waves.

In Philadelphia, Joe was publicly mocked by the famous DJ Philby during an exclusive interview. Because Philby's words were too harsh, the two sides almost staged a full-scale showdown outside the studio.

In Baltimore, Little Lowry was disturbed by an unknown rapper while performing at a nightclub. The young and energetic young man agreed to the other party's request for an impromptu battle, but he was beaten into silence within a few rounds.

"On stage?"

"On the stage, little Lowry was holding a microphone and his mouth was moving, but there was no sound at all. I felt tears welling up in his eyes and he was already trembling. I was about to rush up and punch the guy opposite.

Get down, it was Pablo who held me back."

From Tony's description on the phone, Song Ya felt for herself the embarrassment of little Lori at that time, emmmmm...goosebumps almost rose.

Not only that, there were also problems within the publicity team. Old Joe and Pablo had violent quarrels several times, while Little Lowry was dissatisfied with Old Morgan's lack of physical strength and slowed down the progress of the whole group. He said that it was me and not him.

"I don't blame them. We were really tired. We caught up on our sleep on the plane, and we had to go to work as soon as we got off the plane. We were constantly running around, eating and going to the toilet. In this state, everyone was in a bad mood, and we couldn't sleep at all."

There's something wrong with Joe's publicity strategy. Maybe we shouldn't go to New York first, and the schedule shouldn't be too tight... Well... Pablo said it." Tony found an excuse, "Don't arrange anything else on Sunday, they

I want to have a meeting with you."

"Okay..." What else Song Ya can say, they are all grasshoppers in the same boat.

On Sunday, Song Ya called her manager Hayden to come to Lao Qiao Music together.

However, the atmosphere of Lao Qiao Music today is a little bit wrong. There are two black men with strange faces standing outside the door. One is observing the surroundings very vigilantly, and the other is responsible for searching Song Ya and Hayden. The search is very careful. The vehicles at the entrance of the underground nightclub opposite

A lot more.

"This job..." After entering the door, Hayden seemed to begin to regret taking Song Ya as a client.

"It's okay, gangs have to be reasonable." Song Ya could only comfort him like this.

Lao Qiao's office was full of people. Behind the boss's desk, a black man about thirty years old with a mustache and a turban and a cigar in his mouth leaned lazily on the back of his chair and said, "Everyone is here? Then

Let's start, you all get out." He waved his hand.

Song Ya, who has become more and more experienced in life, has been able to identify the hidden meanings of various colorful turbans in Nancheng. They are the same style as the dead 'ET', and have the cursive characters 'Hell Bobcat' on them, indicating that the name of the gang they belong to is Hell.

Bobtail cat, and the six-pointed star pattern on the turban represents its submission to the larger gang GD, and then GD leads a gang alliance FN, Folk Nation. FN is currently hostile to another gang alliance PN, People Nation.

More than half of the people left in an instant, "Tony, you get out too." Pablo drove Tony out who was still standing there.

"Who is this white guy?" The boss pointed at Hayden.

Song Ya replied: "He is my agent."

"Is he one of our own?" the boss asked.

"Uh..." Song Ya couldn't answer, and it was Pablo who came to the rescue, "Hayden, please go out too."

"Okay, okay." Hayden didn't dare to breathe and walked out quickly.

There were only six people left in the room: Big Boss, Song Ya, Old Qiao, Pablo, Little Lori and Old Morgan.

"Let's get started. I know nothing about the recording industry. I'm just a shareholder and mediator." It turns out that this boss from Hell Bobtail is the shareholder of Lao Qiao Music, and may also be the gang backer of everyone present.

"I ask for a substitution!"

Little Lowry was the first to fire, clearly pointing at old Morgan, "Because of you, our trip was delayed for a whole day! You also repeatedly made mistakes on stage."

"What can I do? I'm so old."

Old Morgan obviously didn't want to give up such a good opportunity to make money, and argued: "I'm just too tired. I just need to get through this period, and I can't do this high-intensity publicity all the time."

"Are you tired? You drank too much urine! As soon as you get on the plane, you hold the bottle and blow it, you old drunkard!" Little Lori exposed the other party's lies unceremoniously.

"Hey! Hey! Be respectful, kid. You weren't even born when I became famous! I won't be made to cry by others on stage!" Old Morgan's counterattack was sharp and vicious.

"M-FXXX! You damn old guy!" Little Lori, who was stepped on in a sore spot, suddenly became furious and sprang up like a spring and pounced on old Morgan.

"Hey! Hey!" Lao Qiao and Pablo quickly separated the two of them.

Old Morgan didn't dare to provoke the other party anymore, and looked at Old Qiao pitifully.

Old Qiao softened his cheek, "Morgan, you can't drink so much anymore..."

"My, my fault, I swear this will never happen again." Old Morgan surrendered as he walked down the ladder.

"Pablo, aren't you their agent? What do you think?" The boss looked at Pablo, "Do you accept old Morgan's guarantee?"

"Old Morgan has watched us grow up, and I won't let him suffer." Pablo shrugged, "But he can't keep up with the intensity of the album promotion period. You can find a saxophone player to take over first, and then take over the live performance."

Let him come on during the performance."

"Pablo, you..." Old Morgan swallowed the dirty words in his mouth.

"Old Morgan, do you agree to do this?" the boss asked.

Old Morgan nodded reluctantly.

"Then what? What else is going on?" The boss continued to control the field.

The next step was the conflict between Lao Qiao and Pablo. Pablo said calmly: "We messed up the publicity in the greater New York area this time. I don't think we can do it anymore. Some companies in the top six have contacted me and they are willing to do it."

Help with distribution, it’s a win-win situation.”

"Win-win? Haha..." Lao Qiao sneered, "They will take 30% of the money when they enter the market. That's all our money. I haven't settled the account with you for secretly negotiating a deal with them behind my back!

"

"Don't be naive, Joe." Pablo said: "Don't you understand? What happened in New York this week is a meeting gift given to us by the Sixth National Congress. Otherwise, why would Philby in Philadelphia take our money?

Risking his reputation of breaking industry rules to trick you? He wouldn’t dare to do this without the force behind it! Small-scale distribution, no problem, nationwide distribution, we can’t do it without the Big Six, don’t be short-sighted anymore!”

"Wait a minute." The boss was a little confused, "Pablo, which six gangs are you talking about?"
Chapter completed!