Chapter 183 Fighting Ruthlessly

"There's nothing wrong with saving money, but you, little Lori..."

Old Qiao interjected, "It's time to learn how to manage money with APS. I've been very busy recently, and I don't have time to accompany you on business shows, and your new orders are not selling well."

"You don't have to worry about my affairs!" Little Lowry waved him impatiently.

Old Joe's face sank.

"You fucking sit back for me!"

Pablo stopped Little Lowry sharply, "Uh, Joe, the sales situation of Little Lowry's new single is still unclear during the ranking period." He persuaded with a sincere tone: "You know, we can't do without you in our commercial performances. There is nothing wrong with making money together. The popularity of the song in the second-hand store has only been in the past two years. Even if you want to go out of your way in the future, others may not be happy Please us."

"Nonono's fine. I'm tired of singing those chorus lines every time I go on stage. Little Lowry has a new song coming out, so it's not good to always ask him to perform old songs." Old Joe waved his hand and skillfully refused again. .

Song Ya leaned her body back against the wall. Old Qiao just broke the topic for himself. Indeed, it was impossible for such a loud quarrel not to reach the ears of gangsters outside. It will be welcomed by them, and there is no advantage in arguing on this topic by yourself.

Since Little Lowry and Old Joe's 'peaceful' breakup last time, the relationship between the two parties has not been good, but no one has trouble with money. They have re-signed a performing arts company, and they will still go on stage to cooperate with each other when there are any commercial performance opportunities. In Little Lowry's first album, the commercial customers only recognized a song from the second-hand store. At that time, in order to win over Old Joe, Daniel promoted Old Joe's status to the same lead singer as Little Lowry, so Little Lowry couldn't get rid of it. Old Qiao works alone. Once Old Qiao no longer participates in acupuncture, his income will drop a lot.

Pablo saw that a few words of persuasion to Lao Qiao didn't work, and he could probably guess that Lao Qiao was helping Song Ya, his eyes turned cold, and he turned back to Song Ya, "aps, you don't want to expand the lyrics, do you? "

"I won't, but I can't control what the reporter says..." Song Ya responded casually.

"You really want to expand!" Pablo's eyes turned dark.

He has been taught by Song Ya several times, and he almost fell under his gaze when there was a conflict over the copyright of the lyrics of the second-hand store, but now...

Song Ya was no longer comparable to what she used to be, and she pouted at the boss, "I said I didn't mean that, just listen to the boss."

Compared with the last time when he came to judge, he was impatiently dismissed by the question of whether he should cooperate with a major record company,

Today's boss Kenneth has much clearer judgment, "Pablo, did you do it first? Deal with your own people?" He stared at Pablo.

"Well……"

Pablo didn't answer right away. He stretched out his hand to stroke his Latin-style big back, and took the opportunity to lower his head to avoid the gaze of Big Brother Kenneth. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath, "I didn't..."

"Wait!" Big brother Kenneth stopped him suddenly, got up, walked to the door, opened the door, put his finger to his mouth, and whistled.

"Did the white man find it? What's that name..." He asked the people outside: "Ke...Ke or something?" He couldn't remember the name for a moment, and looked back at Song Ya.

"Mirkovich." Song Ya replied.

"Yes, Milkovich."

"Yeah, we took him to the public housing, are you going to transfer him here?" the subordinate replied.

"Do you want it?" Big brother Kenneth asked Pablo.

"Okay, okay, I think I ordered someone to do it." Pablo raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender, "But it's not about Little Lowry, aps you can take revenge on me , but don’t get involved with him.” He looked up at Song Ya, their eyes met, his aggression was gone when he first entered the door, but he didn’t see any frustration or apology, just like a businessman discussing a business, talking about collapse They all went their separate ways expressionlessly.

"Forget it, just let the white man go as a souvenir..." The boss waved his hand outside, closed the door, and returned to his seat.

"Pablo, how could you do that?"

The quarrel between Song Ya and Little Lowry made Tony very embarrassed. After sitting back, he buried his head and said nothing. Hearing Pablo's words, he raised his head in disbelief, his face full of anger, "aps It's my brother!"

"Sorry, Tony, it's all about business." Pablo remained calm, "He's in our way..."

"TF!" Tony finally came to his senses, "So in the newspaper... oh, my God!" He held his head and acted suddenly enlightened, "I said how did those reporters know that Alex lived in a three-star hotel to save money, And about the apartment rental in Chicago, it turns out you sold them my usual schmoozing."

Pablo didn't answer.

"Do you usually talk about this with them?" Song Ya was a little speechless, never expecting that his brother would explode these materials.

"I...I..." Tony got up and walked over to hug him, "I just...just...sometimes when I'm bored in the car and I need someone to make a joke, you know, I'm really sorry for Alex, and I don't knew it would become what it is now.”

He sniffed guiltily, tears streaming down his face, "I also told them about the relationship between Mom and Frank..."

"..."

What else can Song Ya say? He had already guessed, it wasn't Tony talking about how Pablo would hook up with Frank's daughter, that girl didn't even report the case! I had no choice but to pat Tony on the back, "It's okay, Tony, it's over, I know you didn't mean it when you talked about it."

"But, I only told Little Lowry about this." Tony wiped away his tears indiscriminately, and looked back at Little Lowry.

Little Lowry has been expressionless since Pablo recognized him, and he became irritable when he heard this, "fxxkou Tony! Do you doubt me? Can't I have a joke with others?"

"I'm warning you for the second time, don't talk to my brother like that!" Song Ya yelled at him.

"Don't be like this, Alex..." Tony was not sure again, "But I told you not to tell others about Lori..."

Song Ya looked at Tony next to him coldly, and he really complied with the old Chinese saying "eating people with a short mouth". He was usually shameless and shameless in dealing with people and things, and he was able to get along very well. After more than a year as a follower, I don't dare to speak loudly to little Lowry anymore, I'm timid, is it really a brother? Maybe even Tony didn't believe it himself.

"Yeah, why don't you come and teach me how to do things? Don't fucking cry like a woman..." Little Lori squeezed her throat to imitate girls, "I have a little secret, you are not allowed to tell others. "After he finished learning, he touched AK next to him with his elbow, laughing loudly.

No one laughed with him, AK lowered his head and coughed twice, motioning him to look at Big Brother Kenneth.

'click'

With a crisp mechanical sound, Kenneth stood up with a blank expression on his face, and at some point there was a silver pistol in his hand hanging on one side. This time it was a real pistol, not a toy lighter. Shaking in front of Little Lowry, he raised his belt, "I..."

He tilted his head and thought about his words for a long time, and pressed the hand that was not holding the gun to his chest, "Am I a little out of date?" He turned to everyone.

"Kenneth, it's none of his business..."

Pablo stood up anxiously, "It's really none of his business, I told him after I sent someone to find the girl, so that he was ready to accept the truth."

"Pablo, don't take me for a fool-fxxk!" Kenneth put the muzzle of the gun against the front teeth of little Lori, "Open your mouth..."

"I..." As soon as Little Lowry uttered a sound, the muzzle of the gun stabbed into his mouth. He opened his eyes wide in horror, and his eyeballs stared down at the trigger behind the silver barrel.

Kenneth stared at him, and silently opened the safety lock.

The boss suggested that the eyes that completely ignored life were scary enough. Little Lowry closed his eyes and shook his head desperately, tears soared, and there was an inexplicable sob in his throat.

"Kenneth! Don't scare him!" Pablo yelled, "Even if he joins from the beginning, he won't get shot! You can keep him! He's turned into a gangsta rapper, you know, How much new blood did lame gang singers like na recruit for the lame gang, those kids, those kids out there, because the singers doing gang gestures sang 'I have guns and women, everyone on the street is afraid of me, I Can you get the best goods' and other lyrics to attract gangs? With the current situation in Nancheng, don't you think there are too many people?"

He pointed at Song Ya, "What use is this kind of singer who desperately grabs money, desperately climbs into the upper class, and desperately distances himself from us!? Will he show GD's gang gestures to the audience during live concerts? ? Will he show up in v with a bunch of flower hoods? Will he tell you the truth about the stormtrooper deal?!"

"Storm? What deal?" Kenneth asked.

"It's not for some white girl anyway." Pablo said: "He is now a client of Peter Flock's wife's law firm! Maybe he will cooperate with the police to sell us at any time!"

"You really broke the bottom line again and again, Pablo! I did it to save Tony, and for whom did Tony carry the lawsuit?" Song Ya didn't expect Pablo to even tell this matter. Fortunately, at that time I didn't tell the whole story.

"Peter Flock? The prosecutor?" Kenneth looked at Song Ya.

"I've said it all, I did it to prevent Tony from going to jail..." Song Ya quickly explained.

"But that's not what you said to me at the time." Kenneth pointed to Song Ya. Last time, Song Ya used the excuse that he dumped a good white girl, the daughter of Vic McGee, Kasiti.

"Boom!"

He bent down suddenly and yelled into little Lori's ear.

Little Lowry made a squeaky cat-like sound in his throat, and then he collapsed on the sofa, his upper body clothes soaked in sweat.

"Hahaha... I hate it most when someone imitates a woman in front of me."

Kenneth smiled pervertedly, retracted the gun, put on the insurance neatly, and tucked it back into his waist.

Blood flowed from the corner of little Lowry's mouth, and he coughed up a few broken teeth.

"You know what? I'm bored again..."

Kenneth packed up and walked to the door, turned back and said to the two groups of people: "I will let the word out and take back GD's guarantee to you, you two big singers, and you Pablo, oh yes, and You old Morgan, don't say that you are gd's people again."

He pulled the corner of his mouth and raised a finger, "Also, if I find out that someone asks me to go to New York or other places to work as a gunman, no matter whether he pays enough money or not... I will definitely kill him!"

The boss left like a gust of wind, Pablo and AK quickly helped little Lowry up, and left under the protection of several new followers.

"Alex, I'll follow the past first, and then come back to find you." Tony said to Song Ya.

"Up to you." Song Ya shrugged.

It was still Al who spoke: "Wow, are you still going to follow me? It's all -fxxk talking like this today."

"Be sure to speak clearly." Tony smiled at him, "By the way, is it convenient for you that night? I'll borrow it for a few days."

"Come over anytime, you know the address." Al smiled, and he lived in the apartment that Song Ya's family rented before.

"Then I'm leaving." Tony seemed to have really looked away, bumped fists with a few people, and chased Pablo and the others.

"Old Qiao, thank you for today." Song Ya and Lao Qiao hugged.

"The boss didn't do anything, and he didn't take any side. This is good news for you." Old Qiao reminded kindly.

Song Ya smiled bitterly, "I know, I'm only worried about little Lowry going crazy."

"Hey, bo! Do you have any questions?" Old Qiao gave him a soft mouth, "You have more money than him, more people than him, and you are stronger than him in any aspect. He should be worried about you. right!"

"I know I know."

Song Ya took the three of them to bid farewell to Old Joe. The old Joe who was gone was very quiet in the music. "When Tony said he would borrow to live in my house, why didn't you allow him to go home?" Al asked.

"Let him live with you first..."

Song Ya is really afraid of this brother, and he must test him well this time, otherwise he will be too easy to be hurt by him, "Mawota, are you not scared today? I think your face is a little bad." He changed the topic Move away.

"My face has always been like this..."

Mawota smiled honestly and walked to the door of Old Joe's music. Carl opened the iron door and returned Old Mike's gun and knife to him.

"Wait a minute." Old Mike poked his head out several times with his gun before walking out.

Al and Mawota protected Song Ya and rushed out the door, got into the car, and Mawota was still driving.

"As for this? Little Lowry won't be so crazy?" Al asked.

"He has transformed into a gangsta rap, and he is ten thousand times harder than me without gd covering him, and I don't plan to let him go." Song Ya said: "You heard what Old Qiao said, I have no reason to be afraid of him, That's ridiculous."

Driving all the way back to Hyde Park, "You guys go up first, I'll chat with old Mike." Song Ya waited for Al and Mavota to leave, and they were still sitting in the car with old Mike.

"Should that happen as planned?" Song Ya asked.

"You are the boss, you have the final say." Old Mike replied.

"I'm the boss, but I don't have as much experience as you. You can decide for me. You'll do the work anyway."

"I hate that little Lowry. Did you notice the way he looked at you before he left? He is by no means a rational person. I have experience with this kind of person. You must behave more ruthlessly and desperately than him."

"Okay, I see, do it better." Song Ya got out of the car.

At three o'clock in the morning, Little Lowry came out of a dentist's office surrounded by crowds. From the window of a cheap second-hand car across the street, a revolver with a sawed-off barrel stuck out. Little Lowry moved for a while, then suddenly raised, 'Boom! Boom! Boom! ’ It emptied six bullets in one breath, and then started screaming, the tires and the ground rubbed a lot of smoke, and quickly disappeared into the Chicago night.