"I asked him to move out of Nancheng a long time ago to work with me, even if he comes by the agreed time..."

Song Ya remembered that she had only negotiated this matter with Tai Lun at Christmas last year. He said that he would come over after the business and car were transferred in two months. She did not urge him anymore, but an accident happened more than two months later.

"fxxk, he's such a good guy." Tony replied on the phone.

"Yeah." Song Ya sighed.

Even Al, who has a relatively reliable personality, has been a "cheap" in his own family for a long time, and a guy like Tyron who refuses to let him come over to follow his relatives who are singers and has a good time is really rare among the lower-class black people.

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"When you get to Chicago, don't come to Connie's house. Go directly to Hyde Park's house," Tony said.

"Why? Aunt Susie and the others didn't go to Connie's place?" Song Ya asked. The house where Connie and Tai Lun started their family was the old house where the family used to live in Nancheng.

"Um."

Tony lowered his voice, "Taking this opportunity, all the old neighbors are here, and even the kids from two blocks away are poking around. I dare say if you show up here, you will be followed by fifty people when you leave.

Be your follower. People come here and light candles for Tai Lun at the door in a pretentious manner, and then they all gather together to talk about the 30 million you earned last year!"

"That's it..."

In fact, from a long time ago, some neighbor boys near the old house tried to "find a job" here in Song Ya. However, firstly, he moved out in time, and secondly, those people did not know his specific income, so they tried

If you try and fail, forget it. In the second half of 1991, the news that he made a lot of money spread, but the security in the Hyde Park residential area was better, and those guys didn't know the specific address, so they had to go to Connie and Tyron to inquire.

It was because of this and the prediction that the media would report his estimated income in 1991 at the beginning of 1992 that Song Ya recruited Tai Lun again last Christmas and wanted him to move out of the old house with Connie and little Liam.

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"Could those guys do what happened to Tai Lun?" Song Ya asked.

"Probably not, he was simply unlucky. He parked his car on the side of the road and wanted to buy a burrito from the food truck across the street. There was a sudden exchange of fire at the 'sale point' not far away because of the land grab, so..."

"Grab the territory? Who and whom?"

"GD and the Sin Lord, I don't know the details. Old Qiao came here just now and I asked him to go to Hyde Park. Pastor William is here, don't worry."

"Okay, then I'll go back to Hyde Park first."

Before returning to Hyde Park, Song Ya asked Old Mike to go around the road in front of the old house. The lawn at the door was almost full of neighbors. The street was also dark, with the most idle young men. Song Ya didn't recognize it.

A few familiar faces appeared. There was a photo of Tai Lun on the ground beside the intersection, and there were many candles, bouquets, and homemade cards around it.

"Is that an Aplus car?" When these people saw the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz slowing down, they suddenly started making a noise. They all moved forward before the car stopped. Old Mike quickly stepped on the accelerator and accelerated away.

Aunt Susie took the children, Al, and the muffler to the old house, Di Lai and others were in Hyde Park, and Lao Qiao and Song Ya arrived.

"Old Qiao, do you know the specific situation?" Song Ya walked in with him.

"I don't know. I'll ask the boss for you tonight."

After getting the saamagni, Lao Qiao seemed to be in a better mood, "Accidents like this happen many times every year, and anyone who encounters it has no choice but to accept it as bad luck." His reaction was exactly the same as Tony's, standard Nancheng street thinking, "Don't

It is God’s will to grieve a child too much.”

"Resign yourself to bad luck..." Song Ya curled her lips and did not continue the topic, "Did the recording go well? Old Qiao?"

He asked Tony to accompany Goodman to Lao Qiao and signed a contract at a friendly price. Song Ya would get 15% from the four aunts' saamagni singles and 2% from the album. Then Lao Qiao's record if

If you want to transfer the copyright of saamagni, a+ Records has the right of veto and the right of first refusal.

"Your song is very suitable for them. I'm asking Eric to watch them and practice harder." Old Qiao replied: "This time I hope they will be like little Lori, become famous in one song and then leave me." It seems that he also agrees.

I can't bear those four aunts anymore.

"..."

Song Ya thought for a while and then mentioned to Lao Qiao the crowd gathered at the old house.

"Ignore them, aplus, I have seen this kind of thing too many times." Old Qiao said: "Those people who come to you after you become famous are just for your money. They are not your brothers, and you don't want them either.

Give them a chance to get close to you."

"But, I'm afraid they will blame me for not giving back to the community." Song Ya knows that many black celebrities have suffered such accusations. After becoming famous, they moved to luxury houses, but the communities in their hometowns are still dilapidated. Public opinion will not let this go, such as Ai

Scoob scolded Big E like this in the song.

"Don't be naive. Unless you let them spend all your money, they won't be satisfied no matter how well you do, and you can't satisfy everyone. If you give back to the neighborhood, people from the next eight blocks will come to you."

You need money. If you support ten people, the eleventh one will shoot you to death out of resentment. Why? Because it’s okay if you don’t spend money around them. If you often go back to the community and spend lavishly, let them see it.

With your nice car, the cash in your wallet, the gold watch in your hand, and the beautiful women around you, they will wonder why Aplus is so rich and I don’t, the world is so unfair...then, bang!”

Lao Qiao made a shooting gesture at Song Ya's head: "Not to mention those bottomless drug addicts. You can't give back. The culture here is like this. Women have to work at home on relief to raise a few children for the rest of their lives. Men are willing to be like this

There are too few people who work as hard as Tai Lun. They are just wandering the streets, stealing, selling, and smoking, and they just live like this day by day."

Song Ya sighed. At this time, Goodman came. He got the case briefing from the police station. As rumored, the two gangs of drug dealers shot at each other. Two of the drug dealers themselves were killed and one was seriously injured. A stray bullet from the crossfire also killed him on the spot.

He killed Tai Lun and injured the Mexican cook in the food truck.

"Aplus, you must not advertise to the outside world that you want to find the real culprit or take revenge. Just let him go in this accident. If you continue to pursue it, it will only cause you unsolvable trouble." Lao Qiao reminded.

"I understand this, thank you, Lao Qiao."

Song Ya didn't want to go into detail about which gun the bullet that killed Tai Lun was shot from, and who was the shooter. This was meaningless, so just treat it as an accident.

However, he still had to put some pressure on the police. He still called Goodman into the study, "What do you think of asking State Attorney Peter Flock to help investigate the case?"

"Yes, his pressure will have good results."

Goodman thought for a while, "But if you want to keep track of the progress of the investigation, you still have to find front-line police officers who are familiar with the streets."

"Frontline police officer?" Song Ya immediately thought of Cassidi's father, Vic McGee, and he immediately shook his head, "No, please ask Peter."

In the evening, Lao Qiao met with Boss Kenneth and was confirmed that it was the gd people who fought with the rival gang Sin Lords that caused Tyron to be shot. Although the gd people did not belong to the Hell Bobtail Cats, Kenneth personally gave Song

Ya called and apologized, although he didn't know where the fatal shot was fired.

Song Ya also accepted the apology.

Pastor William worked hard, and after the three-day funeral process was completed, the family returned home to Hyde Park exhausted.

"Connie, you and Liam can live here with me. I'll let Song Asheng put the old house up for sale." Song Ya said to Connie, who was leaning in Aunt Susie's arms.

Connie wiped her tears and nodded.

"Song Asheng." Song Ya tilted her head toward Song Asheng and called him into the study, "Celebrities can easily be tricked by relatives and friends. I plan to support Connie, but I can't give her too much money at once. What do you think?"

"Okay, how about arranging Connie to work in the charity fund under Susie's name? Just give her a high salary, and it will be partially tax-free." Song Asheng asked.

"Okay, that's what the charity fund is for." Song Ya nodded in agreement.

Hayden appeared at the door at this time. He knocked on the door first and walked in after getting permission. "Aplus, it's time for you to pick yourself up and continue working. You have been a little decadent these days."

"What's the matter again?" Song Ya asked.

Hayden turned on the TV, and Mira appeared on the long-lost MTV station.

"He is full of lies and is serious, pretending to be affectionate..."

"Badguy, don't think I don't know her existence, badguy, don't think I won't kick you away..."

Song Ya listened and watched, her mouth gradually opened into an 'o' shape.

Mira's new song continues the style of De Klerk, but changes the target of the scolding into a hypocritical, self-indulgent, badguy. It is self-evident who it is alluding to...

"ihateuiloveu took too long."

Hayden said: "The lyrics should have been leaked by some part of Sony Columbia Records. I guess sbk deliberately suppressed Mila's song and waited for this moment. Her song is the perfect counterattack to you ihateuiloveu

, the production and melody are very careful, and it has reached the peak of our hype without any effort."

"Mila, it turns out that you have been holding back not to express your feelings all this time just for this moment..." Song Ya closed her mouth and murmured: "You have finally grown up!"

"But this is not necessarily a bad thing. You didn't agree to involve her in the hype before, but now she has taken the initiative. This is just right. It is a win-win for both of you." Hayden said.

"Boss..." Taraji ran in, "Mila." She transferred the call to the study room.

Song Ya picked up the phone with a complicated mood, "Ahem." Mira cleared her throat proudly on the other end of the phone, "Liar! Big liar! Want to dress yourself up as an innocent man with songs? Dream! Don't even think about it.

Think! You scum! You lied to me for a long time, and you said Fergie is just an ordinary signed singer? Her working relationship with Hallie is just to shoot music videos? Huaq! How could I believe you, a nuisance, before!?" She shouted loudly like a barrage of words

She was releasing her emotions, but she didn't know how long she had been holding these words in her heart.

"Uh... Mira, please stop making trouble first, okay?"

It seems that it is too early to judge that she has grown up. Song Ya smiled bitterly, "My brother-in-law just passed away a few days ago. I am not in a good mood now..."

"Huh?" The other end of the phone suddenly became quiet.

"That's Tyron, Connie's husband, you should have met him before."

"Oh, Tyron, I remembered, uh... you... uh... I didn't get the news, then... you can express my condolences to Connie for me."

"Okay, I'll also express my gratitude to you on her behalf."

"Then...bye?"
Chapter completed!