Chapter 1430 Heavy Rain

"I like you, you deserve a promotion."

The slender 757 is about to land, and Song Ya is still concentrating on working at her desk, reading various reports, signing various documents, and taking care of business. The TV channels are generally locked in her or the station.

It happened to be a highlight clip of previous episodes of the hip-hop competition on the station, and the ex-wife was evaluating a contestant who had just finished performing.

Hearing his ex-wife's voice, Song Ya stopped writing and turned his head to look at the TV.

"thanks, thanks!"

A medium-looking, about 27 or 28-year-old Caucasian mature woman thanked happily on the stage, and the picture changed to Rashida who was squatting in the background and hugging two little girls, who should be the little girl of the contestant's daughter. The girls immediately clapped their hands happily, and Rashida sympathetically showed nervous and happy expressions together.

"Worth it? Why?"

But it seems that other judges have different opinions. Adam Shankman, who has a very stable tongue, said: "She just seemed drunk."

"I didn't drink..." the contestant pleaded pitifully on stage.

"That's a metaphor!" Adam Shankman's words caused the audience to laugh.

"The dance is not bad. She is a hard-working and caring single mother. We should give her more encouragement." The ex-wife may feel a little sympathetic and continue to support her.

"Look! The name of our column is..."

This emotional reason could not impress Adam Shankman, he gestured to a line of large letters above the stage, "Hip-hop competition!"

The judges' opinions were one to one, and the two looked at aer.

Aer thought for a while, and at the same time broadcasted a close-up of his face and accompanied it with suspense-like music.

The contestants also covered their mouths and waited on the stage, tears glistening with nervousness.

In the end, aer made a succinct decision: "Eliminate!"

As soon as the final word was finalized, some of the audience made regretful voices and some applauded. Rashida began to comfort the two little girls who were sad and crying on the spot in the background.

The ex-wife immediately expressed her displeasure, pursed her mouth and looked up at the sky, licking her nostrils at the camera, she should be rolling her eyes.

"hey-hey……"

Song Ya actually knew that his ex-wife's performance when she was a judge was a bit unpopular with TV audiences. Many people thought her undisguised emotional expression was too self-centered, pretentious, and lacking in professional ability.

Adam Shankman cherishes and enjoys this opportunity very much, but Aer has a stubborn mind. The two dance masters have enough qualifications and status in the world, so it is unlikely that they will spoil her.

But... forget it, as long as she has fun by herself.

During this period of time, Song Ya chose to stay in Los Angeles. On the one hand, it was because the gentle township there was too comfortable. On the other hand, she was hiding from her ex-wife. She often came to Chicago to record shows, and she had to take care of her official girlfriend Ai Mi's emotions and the pressure of public opinion, if she goes back and detonates the Shura field, it will be bad for her and Amy.

And he didn't want to run too much for Alicia as the Cook County State Attorney's platform, so as not to irritate the Daly Dynasty, he could hide outside if he could. Anyway, Alicia's victory in the election has been secured.

In fact, I could stay in Los Angeles for a while longer, but a small psychological problem forced me to leave for the return journey.

To put it simply, Linda, the president of Records, Daniel, the president of Metropolitan Publishing, and Disney Records finally decided on a new promotion strategy for the four albums.

The 30th anniversary concert of the solo flight was too big, and several households emptied half of the American music scene. The guest performer Britney Spears on the first show on September 7th is now invincible, even if she is only invited that day As a guest, the tickets for the concert and the ratings of the broadcast are guaranteed. Britney is so popular now.

Then there is no operability for Fang to use similar activities to avoid the signs. First, it is difficult to defeat Fang head-on. Second, the publicity and distribution before the release of the special has always been a huge effort that tops the ceiling of the industry, and the quality of his concerts is also the same. Well, if you want to attract people and prepare for the concert, you don't have enough time.

So Daniel came up with an idea. Since it is difficult to overtake in the short-term in terms of momentum, then compare with style. He believes that he has an advantage that is completely irresistible.

It is the creation and command ability of high-level symphonic music.

It just so happened that Requiem for a Dream has been turned on, and the soundtrack work can be carried out. The symphony of the apocalypse when I was shot... It's time to record it. Disney Records will find a station to follow up the whole process, and then produce A short documentary was released before the 30th anniversary concert, which is what Daniel calls winning with style.

But there was a problem with Song Ya. He soon discovered that when he called up the pure music score in his mind, he would always recall the scene of being shot at that time, and then think of the main gunman Trevor and the forces behind the scenes Still at large...

The score needs to be played repeatedly to relive that scene. My own psychological barrier makes the work always intermittent, and there will be a depressive emotion in my heart.

So he wants to come back, practice with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra in advance, and work out the soundtrack of Requiem for a Dream together. He feels that it will be better when there are many people, at least it is better than racking his brains alone in front of the stave.

It just so happened that Amy would stay in Hollywood to prepare for the filming of the growth education.

There is another job...

The Dow Jones Index fell below 10,000 points again today...

Picking up the remote control and switching to the station, the financial host is broadcasting the stock market. Affected by the thunderstorm of Enron, the New York stock market has lost its small recovery for nearly four months, and the Nasdaq index has also returned to 2000. Click below and go straight to 1800.

"Why……"

Song Ya sighed slightly. It is reasonable to say that the energy giants, as the basic board of the Xiangdang government, should help An Ran, but it is difficult to judge the specific time.

"Y." The hatch opened, and Old Mike handed over an umbrella.

"Um."

It was raining in Chicago, Song Ya and the old man exchanged glances, then patted the arm of the muffler before leaving the cabin and opening the umbrella.

At noon in Chicago, the sky was as gloomy as night, and the rain was pattering on the umbrella. Song Ya raised his eyes to look at the pick-up convoy. The security director of Highland Manor was waiting in front of the car in a wheelchair, and behind him were all Dressed in the same way, bodyguards in black with black umbrellas.

"Just wait in the car."

Song Ya walked down the boarding ladder holding the handle, and was polite to the security director in her home.

"hey-hey."

The black man who had saved himself from a car accident and broke his legs smiled, and turned his head to signal the bodyguard to open the car door.

Song Ya pressed his shoulder again and got into the car.

&nbssp;The convoy left the airport quickly. Song Ya looked in the rearview mirror. The security supervisor was still waiting in the rain with two cars. Old Mike and the muffler walked in front of him with luggage.

"Alex!"

When the convoy drove into Highland Park, it was already raining heavily. Aunt Susie was waiting at home in Highland Park, holding herself and Amy's son Vilas in her arms.

"Susie. Beep, my little Vilas..."

Song Ya teased her lovely son.

"The Elephant Party seems to be dissatisfied with our speed, we don't want to wait until the end of the year..."

In the evening, when Sloan came to visit, she said: "I was urged again through the Littman connection. I don't know what they plan to do."

"Gordon is already contacting the political relationship between the District of Columbia and his hometown, and choosing his first stop in politics for next year's mid-term elections. It is impossible to keep this kind of thing secret. The Elephant Party should be able to hear the news?" Song Ya asked back.

"It's also possible that the party is taking advantage of the issue. After all, Gordon changed from the anchor station to Capitol Hill...they may not have thought of this result in advance, but they will not feel very comfortable with our solution."

Sloan laughed: "They probably won't accept it and think we're playing smart."

"They'd better not be greedy." Song Ya replied coldly, "My concession is not bottomless."

"certainly."

Sloan removed a stack of documents on the desk, revealing the fifty dollars underneath.

"Hehe, Harry is worth a hundred..."

Song Ya just took advantage of the topic and raised her hands to show that I am jealous! Deny service today!

"Don't you know how much you're worth?" Sloan rolled his eyes and made a gesture to take the money back.

"ii!"

The two were in a stalemate, and Aunt Susie's loud voice sounded outside, and the ex-wife arrived.

Song Ya had no choice but to give Sloan a sorry look, and greeted him out of the study.

"I'm pissed off! Adam Shankman is always against me!"

Before seeing the person and hearing his voice, the ex-wife complained after meeting in a hurry, "Don't let the contestant I picked advance!"

"That's the rule of the hip-hop competition... Aww!"

Song Ya was explaining when she slapped her arm.

"Hmph! Have you watched the rerun?" The ex-wife saw the little Vilas in Susie's arms at this moment, she didn't express much, but pinched the man severely.

"After reading it a bit, it's inconvenient for me to interfere...ii, unless they make trouble on purpose."

"Fart! You call the program team!"

"Do not hit!"

"are you mad at me!"

Song Ya flexibly dodged all kinds of attacks that covered her head and face.

In the early morning, it was raining heavily outside, and the bedroom was messed up. Song Ya and his ex-wife lay on the bed sprawled and fell asleep.

"vomit!"

At the same time, in a cemetery in the suburbs, Muffler climbed out of the newly dug pit with a shovel in hand, then took off the black square scarf covering his mouth and nose, bent over and retched.

"Keep down!" The security director who was watching the wind in the distance warned in a low voice, but soon smelled the unpleasant smell coming from the pit, and immediately covered his nose.

Only the old Mike didn't respond. The old man carefully climbed down the deep pit with a flashlight. There were only three of them on the scene, and their bodies were soaked by the heavy rain.

There is only a simple name on the tombstone standing in front of the pit: McTownley, with no dates of birth and death.

thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump...

At the end of the month, Song Ya had already started to practice with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, and the Requiem for a Dream gradually took shape, and it sounded in the practice room with style.

The music director of the orchestra, Barenboy, stood aside with a smile, looking at his lover, who was already sweating, with sweat stains on the back of his shirt.

A film crew member of the station is quietly watching the camera in the corner.

The baton in his hand was flying up and down, and Song Ya recalled the scene when he was shot again in his mind, rushing straight to the galloping horse in front of him, Mawota's call sign in the distance warning, the muzzle flame of the gangster Cui Bo...

He shook his head, closed his eyes, and immersed himself in the music, sweat streaming down his temples.

When the music stopped abruptly, the scene was silent for a while, and then there was warm applause.

The film crew members were completely impressed by the personal charm of this self-made rich man and musical genius, and they applauded from the bottom of their hearts and looked extremely admiring.

"Thank you." He opened his eyes and politely thanked the band members and camera crew.

Then saw Sloan and old Mike behind Barenboy.

"gentlemen……"

"Please wait."

He smiled and declined the reporter's interview, then greeted Barenboy and went out to find a secluded place with Sloan and old Mike.

"We compared McTownley's, and we should be able to confirm that the person who was shot was not him," Old Mike said.

"So... McTorney is still alive?" Song Ya frowned.

"It is very possible that, as a peripheral member of the Colombo family in New York, he should have dealt with Andre Sanchez, one of the trio on Peter's list, who was suspected of dealing power and money with the Colombo family. It was Dave Norton in the trio again, and he just smashed his face... There is no such thing as a coincidence in the world."

Mike Sr. said: "McTownley is the brains of the shooter. If he is alive, he should be in one of the witness protection programs in China, and continue to live in a different way."

"Well, let's keep checking."

Song Ya nodded, and asked Sloan again: "Where are you?"

"Giuliani has appointed a New York City Special Prosecutor who is quietly investigating the Lyle Cohen case. Their focus seems to be whether the fake news of Lyle Cohen's escape from Taiwan involved you during your short-selling of Vivendi Universal violations."

"Steve Hines, part of the trio, appears to be cooperating with the investigation," Sloan said.

"These damned guys are really arrogant! Do you think I really won't pursue the shooting?"

It seemed that those people were going to die by themselves, hibernating for so long, and now they started to act again. Song Ya slapped the window viciously, and the wind and rain were still blowing outside, and the rainwater flowed down the glass like a waterfall.