The process of getting the negatives went smoothly. The three of them almost escorted the old man to his office and handed over all the photos and negatives from the drawer of the boss's desk. Eric even searched the drawer to avoid missing anything.

"Wow, it was so exciting just now." Di Lai said excitedly on the way back to the hotel.

Song Ya didn't respond. He calmed down at this time and felt a little regretful.

Just now, he was walking on the edge of the law, no, he had even violated the law to some extent. In the lobby, as long as the old man called in the security guards, he would definitely not be able to escape trouble. In the office, if the old man called in the police, they would almost be safe.

Zuo was caught.

Fortunately, it seemed that my ferocious appearance at that time completely frightened the old man, and he did not dare to do anything.

But Song Ya knew that since this old man could enter SBK and talk to her before the audition results came out, the energy behind him must be quite a lot, especially the Italian name 'Antonio' ​​on the sign on his office door, which reminds people of cruelty.

The Italian Mafia. In this era, the Mafia is no longer viable in Chicago, but it still has a residual reputation in New York.

Except for picking up Mira, his trip to New York was by no means a success. During this period, he offended many people in SBK, leaving a reputation among the black community in New York for not helping his own people, and also violated his usual behavior.

He always puts caution first and spends money like water. For Mira alone, it's 5,000 plus 800 plus miscellaneous items, a total of 6 or 7,000 dollars... You must know that Aunt Susie and other family members are still living in the slums and receiving welfare.

Woolen cloth.

"It's really a Sex and the City where you can lose yourself."

He walked outside the hotel door, looked up at the towering skyscrapers, and couldn't help but sigh.

Knocking on the door, Mira, with red eyes, threw herself into her arms, "What should I do?" she cried.

"It's okay, everything is okay." Song Ya stroked her back and comforted her softly.

Mrs. Jovovich was talking on the phone in the room, "It will take a long time to get the income from the song. Even if the record can be released in the second half of the year, it will take next year to wait for SBK to settle the bill. When the movie... is cast, Columbia will only pay 100% of the salary."

Divide it into fifteen or twenty, and the rest..." She kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

Song Ya looked at this beautiful hotel suite and felt quite dissatisfied.

"APLUS, what should we do?" Mrs. Jovovich put down the phone and looked at her daughter who was tightly wrapped around Song Ya, her face getting paler.

"It's okay, Mrs. Jovovich, it's all solved."

"Solved?" Mrs. Jovovich's eyes showed surprise.

"Yeah, I got all the negatives back." Song Ya took out the white film bag from her arms and handed it to her.

"Really!" Mrs. Jovovich checked carefully, "You are...how did you do it?"

Song Ya shrugged, "Just spend money... In New York, besides money, what other good ways can we solve the problem?"

"How much did it cost?" Mrs. Jovovich asked.

"One hundred thousand dollars." Song Ya looked unconcerned.

Mira in her arms screamed, "You shouldn't have given that bad old man so much money!"

"Oh, my God!" Mrs. Jovovich covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Thank you so much, APLUS."

"Forget it, let's not mention this." Song Ya explained to the two of them about going to Chicago to rehearse, "SBK will be responsible for your accommodation and other expenses in Chicago during this period. Since Mira is a minor,

SBK will also be responsible for additional expenses in this regard as members of the Actors and Screen Actors Guild."

"Yeah! Honey, let's leave here and go to Chicago!" Under her mother's gaze, Mira took the initiative to kiss her.

Daniel acted quickly. He thoughtfully sent a large RV used for band promotions and transported all the personnel and equipment to Chicago, downstairs from Lao Qiao Music.

"That's it?" Mira jumped out of the car excitedly, looked around the surrounding environment, and was instantly disappointed.

"That's it." Song Ya knocked on the iron door, and it was Karl who opened the door again, "Come in and introduce to everyone..."

Old Joe's music is still the same, except for a photo of Old Joe and Congressman Underwood on the photo wall on the stairs. The promotional posters of Little Lori and Al at the front desk on the second floor have long been removed and replaced by Lowry's.

Ray's one-man show.

"Everyone knows that public security in Chicago's South City is not good. It's safe near the hotel. Don't hang out around Lao Qiao Music, especially across the street..." Song Ya pointed to the underground nightclub opposite, "You white people

Absolutely don’t even think about going in there for fun.”

"I know, I know, Al Capone! Ta-ta-ta-ta..." DeLay gestured with his hand as the Chicago typewriter fired.

Song Ya smiled, Al Capone was finished long ago. His failure caused the Mafia in Chicago to decline. This was the first first-tier city in the United States where black people controlled the underground rules.

He didn't bother to explain these words to Di Lai and the others. He opened the door of the recording studio and asked them to move the equipment from the RV. He took Mira into Lao Qiao's office and locked the door. Mira's mother stayed in the hotel to clean up. It was a rare opportunity.

After a little movement, he hugged the big white girl on his lap, and dialed Pablo's cell phone, "Hi, Pablo, this is APLUS, is Tony next to you?" he asked.

The call was transferred to Tony.

"Uh... Tony, I want to ask, not... uh, how should the partners be paid?"

After talking to Tony on the phone, he asked Mira to get dressed and go to the rehearsal, get in Eric's car and go to the bank, and then return to his home in the slums.

Standing outside the dilapidated home, it’s hard to imagine that not long ago, I was still making waves in New York, with a bunch of singers and managers trying their best to figure out my preferences and fighting openly and secretly around their choices.

"Hey, Al, is the car repaired?" He saw Al crawling out from under the car, covered in oil.

"It was repaired a long time ago, but it broke again soon, so I had to keep repairing it," Al replied.

Aunt Susie and the others were not there, probably going to church. Song Ya walked into her room, and the small TV was playing a news report from the Chicago local media about the popularity of second-hand stores.

Al quickly turned off the TV.

"Al, be my partner. I'm very short of manpower right now." He searched in the room for a long time and found a few rubber bands to tie small objects.

Al didn't speak.

"Stop being so damn decadent. You hate Lao Qiao and the others, but you won't hate me, right?" Song Ya advised: "Or do you want to lose another chance?"

"Okay." Al insisted and agreed not long after, "Thank you APLUS."

"Don't be polite to me."

After finishing Al, Song Ya took out five hundred knives from her arms, tied them into a roll with a rubber band, went out to find Eric and threw it to him, "Your share."

"Thanks, APLUS." Al didn't count, smiled and stuffed the roll of money into his pants pocket.

This is a follower... No, another advantage of a partner is that it is cheap and works hard for so long. The normal salary of a tuner in New York is definitely more than this amount. In fact, this is also a common problem. The income of ordinary members of Chicago gangs

It is even far lower than the government’s minimum wage. Even the small gang leaders cannot reach the normal income of white-collar workers in large companies outside. Now many gang members still live with their mothers after they become adults. It is not that they are filial, but that they really have no money to move out...

Bring Al and return to Lao Qiao Music.

"Hey...Al." Karl, who was always taciturn, took the initiative to say hello when he saw Al.

Al gave him the middle finger.

Karl gave a rare smile.

At nightfall, DeLay and others finished their rehearsals and walked out of Lao Qiao Music. From then on, Al drove them back and forth from the hotel in the Ford pickup truck.

'Bang!'

Suddenly, there was a dull gunshot from the underground nightclub opposite, followed by the screams of men and women, and dark figures poured out from inside like a tide, creating chaos.

De Lai and the others were all stunned.
Chapter completed!