Argentina is the whitest country in South America. It is also the most discriminatory concept and anti-Semitic atmosphere among South American countries for various historical reasons. Song Ya's first performance in Buenos Aires only brought 25,000 audiences.

"I heard that only 30,000 tickets were sold in that day, more than 30,000..."

One day apart between the two concerts, Anshuz booked a salon in the hotel banquet hall, and Feige lazily leaned against the bar, drank and chatted with Shakira.

“Sold only!?”

Shakira rolled her eyes, "There are more than the most concerts I have performed, at least three times!"

"Wow, that's a lot..."

Fei Ji really didn't know that she was so popular in South America, so she turned her head and looked up and down to look at her best friend who was two years younger than her.

"What?" Shakira felt her gaze.

"Why do you dress yourself up so much like his ex-wife? It's really scheming."

Feige grabbed the ends of her hair, "The same instant noodles head left before Maria Carey, and dyed it golden, Bichi..."

"Hey! This...this has nothing to do with me, okay? That's how Sony Columbia Recording Artist Image Management Department designed it."

Shakira pushed Feiji's hand away and was calling Qu to confess. The door of a small hall in the distance was suddenly pushed open. Hayden hurried out with a serious expression. She saw Song Ya supporting the table with her arms, and was discussing something fiercely with the white people who were urging his stars among them.

The door was quickly closed, and when the man's tall figure disappeared from sight, Shakira suddenly felt a sense of loss in her heart. She was really weak. Estefin asked if she wanted to agree to be his guest of performance, and she refused first. However, when Estefin forced to agree on the grounds that it was good for her career, she cursed but signed the performance contract.

I had already thought about it. This time I used the money to do business and would never have any other things to do with the scumbag. But on the way before I was about to see him, I couldn't help but clamp my legs in the car, my mind full of "I'm going to be pushed tonight! I'm going to be pushed tonight again!"

"You are useless, Shakira." She thought to herself, pounding her forehead with annoyance.

"What's wrong with you?" Feige asked strangely.

"Nothing." She squeezed out a smile and changed the topic, "Is the death of 2pac a big impact?"

"In the United States, yes." Feige lowered his voice, "2pac is the most popular hip-hop singer on the West Coast, many poor Gner idols, and people from the Blood Gang."

"So you're familiar with each other? You're also in the West Coast hip-hop circle, right?" Shakira asked.

"No, I'm a white man, they all exclude me. If it weren't for that scumbag..."

Fei Ji took the wine glass and signaled to the small hall where Song Ya was, "Those black female hip-hop singers have long been staring at me."

She is very smart. She successfully transformed with the second-class popular dance music title song sweet but psycho. She spent most of the year enjoying the luxurious life of singers, so she was too lazy to fight with people from a distance like before.

"What does that have to do with him if 2pac dies? He is so nervous." Shakira asked again.

"Who knows."

When Fei Ji saw that the door was pushed open again, the people inside were almost gone, only Song Ya and Hamlin left. He raised his neck and drank the wine in the glass, "Just go and ask."

She grabbed her best friend's hand, stepped on her high heels, and pressed her hands against her a second before the door was about to close again, "yo!" said hello and walked in.

"Ah!" Shakira saw a very creepy photo on the table at first sight, covering her mouth and screaming.

"Feel sorry."

Song Ya covered the photo back, "I don't know where the National Inquiry News got the photo of 2pac being autopsy on the dissection table, and there is really no lower limit."

"Has the murderer been caught?" Fei Ji asked.

"No, there is a big conspiracy behind this."

2pac has been dead for almost a week, and more and more accurate news has been reported from the United States. "Sugnett has been controlled by the Los Angeles police for violating parole regulations and is facing lawsuits and going to jail. It seems that no one wants to see him commit more vicious cases for 2pac revenge, especially in the election year. Of course, it may also be part of the premeditation. Now some conspiracy theories are gradually spreading, saying that 2pac wants to leave his death row record and started to start the stove. He has a nose and eyes." Song Ya said.

"Murder the most profitable singer under his belt?" Ferge frowned.

"It's unlikely that Sognett is a fool, but he is also a very experienced gang leader. He will not make such low-level mistakes. He will only take action in Los Angeles, rather than using a private plane to escape parole when he escapes the rules of not leaving Los Angeles during parole, and run to Las Vegas."

Song Ya shook her head, "So I said there was a conspiracy. 2pac was killed, Sugnett was plagued by the lawsuit, Dere ran away long ago, the death row record was completely over, and the tabloids were thrown dirty water. The real murderer behind the scenes should have been prepared for a long time. With a very beautiful move, he directly bounced off the opponent's combat center in a short period of time..."

"shxt! It's so complicated...but it's not your business, right?" Fei Ji asked.

"Um."

Song Ya pointed at the two women, "I have strengthened my security, including you, don't talk nonsense when I go back to the United States. Quincy Jones's old fox was so scared that he sent his son who was signed on the death row record to Europe overnight. His daughter Kidda Jones, even his girlfriend of 2pac, doesn't dare to reveal information to reporters like the previous few days."

"That 2pac was just done in vain?" Shakira asked, "No revenge?"

"Haha, it's true that Latin people can say."

Song Ya smiled and shrugged, "I don't know... Maybe it was someone who wanted to become famous and crazy to complete his revenge. Who knows? This is the bandit rap circle."

"aplus." Hayden came in again.

"Let's go." Feige took Shakira away with a wink.

"There is also a saying that on the night when 2pac was shot, he led his younger brother to beat up a man with an old grudge at the MGM Hotel. After the beating, he also insultedly threw a ticket worth a thousand knives to the other party. Maybe this was just a temporary revenge by a small character, a pure accident."

Hayden closed the door and reported the latest news.

"Impossible, it's not like an accident."

Song Yatai has experience, "The accident will not allow the Los Angeles police to act so quickly for the small crime of violating bail regulations. Sugnett is a rich man after all, and he does not lack money to hire a lawyer. 2pac and Sugnett were ambushed on the nightclub walk, which is definitely a planned action. Linda contacted McHammer without him? I heard that 2pac had talked with him in Las Vegas for a long time before his death."

"Mc Hammer was also frightened, he hid back to his church..." Hayden smiled bitterly, "Snoopy Dog also hid and did not answer the phone."

"West Coast gang rap, is the death row record over?"

Song Yaxin calculated that death row records were almost equal to the West Coast bandit rap, and now the only one who can fight Snoop Dog is originally a fence-riding party that does not offend both sides. Mc Hammer is out of breath. The 2pac outws group guys have no real skills except to get involved in gangs. When singing on the scene, they often forget the lyrics or are not angry enough. They are simply licking 2pac and being brought to the position.

It was unrealistic to expect Snoopy Dog to withstand the West Coast flag after Sugnett was stared by Los Angeles police. He might even take the opportunity to "reunite" with his old brother Dere.

"It seems like this now, and everyone is in danger now. Oh, by the way, I asked the inner city broadcaster to ask Malcolm Aix's widow for help and contacted the mother of 2pac. Just call to express your condolences at the agreed time."

Hayden looked at his watch, "It's half an hour later."

“Good job.”

2pac's mother was naturally heartbroken. She was a complicated person. She participated in the Black Panther Party and had a progressive movement but was also an addict. She was strong and pulled her children up. She gave them the best education they could and was also often domestic violence. 2pac's dear mama was written for her.

"If you need any help... please don't be polite."

"I will."

The two of them talked politely on the phone. According to their rich life experiences of 2pac's mother, it is at least impossible to believe that they had assassinated 2pac's nonsense.

"I actually like 2pac very much. I know we don't have much friendship. He has dissed me, but I do like him. He is a genius. Losing him is a major loss in the entire hip-hop circle. I called his mother last night and we talked about it..."

After the concert the next day, Song Ya finally accepted an interview with a local reporter from Buenos Aires in the backstage. The wording was carefully considered. "You know, I have been condemning the violence in this circle. We have been troubled by this problem for too long and too long. This is a big problem. We must have enough willpower to get rid of him."

"Are you on the side of Biggie? You've worked with dead and gone before, right?"

"There is no one on this side. We are a big family. We are one. It's all tiring to log. I really hope that there will be no more violent incidents. Xiao Lowry, 2pac... Too many, they are the best singers and very good people. Losing no matter which one is a major loss in the music industry. This kind of tragedy should not continue."

"So you called on Sugnett not to retaliate?"

“Revenge can’t solve any problem, it will only bring bigger problems.”

Send the reporter away, Song Ya was a little dizzy for some reason, "Shakira, let's go, let's go back to the hotel." He went to Shakira's dressing room to call someone.

"Wait, it'll be fine in five minutes." Shakira pointed to the microphone in her hand.

Estefin and the others were all there, and a friendly match was being played in the small TV in the dressing room, and the Colombian team was slapping Cuba.

"What's wrong with you? aplus." Estefin noticed that Song Ya was sitting slowly down while touching the armrest of the sofa, and joked: "I can't hold on after just five tours?"

"Haha, not, but it's really a little tired..."

The audience in Argentina is far less enthusiastic than Brazil, and the attendance rate is not satisfactory, which is indeed even more tiring.

"Aplus, do you know Jennifer?" Shakira asked on the phone.

"Which Jennifer?"

"Jennifer Lopez," Shakira said, "She asked me to find you...uh, please don't suppress her in Hollywood."

"Do you know her?"

"Of course, she is also Latino and also in the music circle."

“Not to say suppression…”

Why isn't it considered suppression if the heroine even misses Mira? But Jennifer Lopez is from Motula, and she can't have good results for her to eat. Song Ya didn't want to agree and denied it, "I don't have that much energy in Hollywood."

"Then don't you agree?" the girl acted coquettishly.

"Don't promise others something that cannot be done by Shakira." Estefin helped to help clear the situation, "aplus? Are you really okay?"

He saw Song Ya suddenly staring at the scene of the football match on TV, with a painful expression.

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When the going gets tough

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one love, one life, one world, one fight
Chapter completed!