Chapter 219: Big A Takes Refuge

"You bad boy." Harry agreed, and it was comfortable...

"Hayden, get another ticket for the Christmas game, nonsense, of course you have to sit with us."

"Yo, Big A, help me organize a Christmas party? Yes, it's all family members, the kind wearing Santa hats, and you don't need to invite too many outsiders... A few actors from the ultimate vanguard will come, and they happen to be doing promotion in Chicago."

"Hello mimi, came back from Europe? I just greeted you? See you in New York New Years Eve? Me? Maybe I will wear a baseball shirt and jeans... Yes, I want to look more like a high school student. Haha, too passerby Don't be afraid, the audience is running after you, just let them look at you..."

He excitedly dialed one number after another. On the night of the 23rd, Halle appeared at the Bulls' home court. Fergie sat between the two of them, watching the entire game relaxedly and comfortably. It was the Pistons who suffered the most.

"Hey, Merry Christmas."

Back in Hyde Park, facing the reporters who followed, Song Ya took the initiative to accept the interview, smiling like a spring breeze, "Yes, I am very happy to see Jordan's wonderful performance today, thirty-seven points, he is omnipotent .”

"Harry? She just happened to be doing promotion in Chicago with the crew, and she will stay here for a few days... No, why do you guys always think about that? My house has a lot of vacant rooms, and I just entertain ordinary friends..."

"Forget it, ask her yourselves, Harry?"

Song Ya turned around, and Halle was chatting with Fergie while walking towards the door, "Come on, talk to the reporters in Chicago, it's okay, they are very reasonable."

He beckoned Harry back.

"Hi." Halle, who was dressed in a neutral dress, accepted the reporters' interviews openly, "Yes, have you seen my movie?"

"It's not too hard. The Christmas atmosphere in Chicago is very strong, and I like it very much."

"Aplus and I are very good friends... Yes, I will live here during the promotion."

"Bruce? He's a very, very easygoing guy, took care of us on set..."

The journalists got what they wanted, and they rushed home for Christmas, leaving after the small gifts that were given out vigorously.

at night.

The bedroom was as dark as ink, and Song Ya lay on the bed, looking at the door of the cloakroom without blinking.

The door opened slowly, and the light inside came out.

Two Miaoman figures with a difference of ten centimeters appeared in his eyes.

The white head has long rabbit ears, and the black one has cute cat ears.

He held his breath.

Bai's one giggled, "It's so shameful." She went straight to hide behind Hei.

"It's cheap for him." Hei bent down, put his hands on Song Ya's feet, twisted his amazingly curvy body enchantingly, and crawled closer and closer like a small animal...

'Ah hiss...'

Outside the villa, the sun was rising and setting quickly, and Dali and Taraji had already decorated the interior and exterior with Christmas atmosphere.

"Hey, aplus! My brother."

Big A led his two children a few years old to the door first, "Am I the first guest? It's a rare experience." He and Song Ya finished fist bumping, "What's wrong with you? The dark circles under your eyes are a bit heavy, no sleep well?"

"It's okay, I've been a little busy recently."

Song Ya took over the gifts prepared for the children from Taraji and handed them to them with her own hands. Big A's divorce case was completely lost, and custody rights were not discussed, and even visitation rights were rare. His ex-wife It is very rare to promise him to bring the child out.

"Have you heard?" Da A asked Song Ya after letting the children go to play with Emily.

"What did you hear?"

"What else, n.w.a."

"Oh, I heard, Dre and Snoop Dogg went to Death Row Records, under the blood gang."

"yeah."

Today's Big A is very emotional, and he stopped yelling, "The world collapsed, right? When Escouber left, I thought it was Escouber's fault. When Derry and the others betrayed Big E, And I would rather join the Blood Gang than leave, I don't know whether I should support Big E now.

"

"fxxk, why did the world collapse, aren't we living well? Big A, you shouldn't care about things in Los Angeles..."

Song Ya excused him, "It's so far away, their right and wrong is none of our business."

"You don't know, a few years ago, when I first heard gfunk (gangsta funk) and gangsta rap styles in n.w.a songs, they were the guides...dre, big e..."

"Don't be so fucking sentimental, they didn't hang up again, and you can still hear their music in the future."

"But that's not n.w.a anymore."

"Big E's Ruthless record is still there, and the n.w.a brand has not been removed..."

"But that's not really n.w.a anymore."

"Stop, stop, stop, I don't want to go around with you." Song Ya raised her hand in surrender.

"By the way, I have something serious to tell you." Big A tilted his head, and the two found a secluded place, "It's like this aplus, you made a lot of money, right? I see that's what other people and the media say."

"Am I not rich now?" Song Ya pretended not to understand.

"I mean the kind of rich people with tens of millions of dollars. The media said that you made more than 20 million in record revenue in 1991! Is it true?" Big A asked.

"It's about the same, but I haven't received any money from Sony Columbia Records." There is no way to hide this. Hollywood and the record industry have special media to estimate the annual income of stars, and they will list a list every year.

"It's like this aplus, I don't want to do it alone anymore, the incident with n.w.a made me a little disheartened, and I'm going to mess with you in the future..."

Big A told the real purpose, "You take my Big A radio station."

Big A is willing to take the initiative to seek refuge, which Song Ya did not expect, "What did you hear?"

"Who am I?" Big A's news is very well-informed, "Aren't you already looking for a new address for a+ records? When you move out, it won't be interesting for me to stay there alone."

This guy is very shrewd. It seems that he is afraid that he will dump him. When Song Ya was touring around Chicago with him, he secretly asked people to write down the names and stations of the DJs he had dealt with, just to get rid of his rivals one day. Dependency of big a.

"No problem, we are a family." Song Ya stretched out his hand, and the two held hands together in a wrist-wrestling manner, then hugged and patted each other on the back.

"Yeah, they are all brothers, then you..."

"I'll ask Delay to talk to you later. A+ Records and your big A radio station are good places. I don't want to give up. I will leave it to Delay in the future as the office of A+ Audio Company."

The two of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they settled the matter. The win-win result is what they both want to see.

For Song Ya, Big A took the initiative to seek refuge and saved a lot of trouble. After all, the black DJs around Chicago still gave Big A a lot of face, and Big A avoided being ruthlessly dumped by Song Ya who was about to take off.

The guests began to arrive one after another, and Halle ushered in Damon Wayans, the black lead actor of Ultimate Vanguard, followed by other crew members.

The director, producer and actor Bruce Willie didn't come, they rushed to other cities.

Song Ya warmly entertained them, and Damon Wayans was very absent-minded. Song Ya felt that this famous black actor from the Waynes family, who was born in the acting family, was on the verge of mental breakdown. Part of it was concentrated on him, and he couldn't shake it off, and the originally bright stardom dimmed instantly.

"Don't be like this Damon, let's drink something first."

Song Ya winked at Taraji, he was impatient to comfort a Hollywood star he had never met.

"Aplus!" Cassity's voice sounded at the door, "I'm sorry." Song Ya just took the opportunity to walk away from Damon Wayans, "Cassy..." He met halfway, and saw Kassity behind her at a glance Vic McGee.

"My father is worried, he insists on sending me here in person." Cassity stood on tiptoe and said shyly, with the boss beside her, she was still the good girl she usually is.

The policeman's uniform was exposed under Vic McKee's coat. He glared fiercely at Song Ya, took a glass of wine from the passing waiter, and poured it all into his mouth with his neck raised.

"Vic?" Song Ya greeted him with a smile, pointing to his uniform, "Do you still have to go to work on Christmas Eve? I heard that you posted tickets on the side of the road?"