Chapter 41 Welcome to Chicago

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

"Wow, it was so exciting just now." On the way back to the hotel, Delay said excitedly.

Song Ya didn't respond, but he calmed down at this moment, feeling 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 could almost count Zuo was caught.

Fortunately, it seemed that the old man was completely frightened by his fierce look at that time, and he didn't dare to do anything.

But Song Ya knew that since the old man was able to enter SBK and talk to himself before the audition results came out, there must be a lot of energy behind it, especially the Italian name 'Antonio' ​​on the sign on his office door, which reminds people of cruelty The famous Italian Mafia, in this era, the Mafia is already dead in Chicago, but it still has a remnant reputation in New York.

Except for meeting Mira, his trip to New York was definitely not a success. During this period of time, he offended many people in SBK, and left a reputation among the black community in New York for not helping his own people. Prudence first, spending money like water, just for Mira, it is five thousand plus eight hundred plus miscellaneous things, a total of six or seven thousand dollars... You must know that Aunt Susie and other family members still live in the slums and eat 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 threw herself into her arms with red eyes, "What should I do?" she cried.

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

Mrs. Jovovich in the room was talking on the phone, "It will take a long time for the income of the song. Even if the album can be released in the second half of the year, it will be next year when SBK settles it. Movies... Columbia will only pay 100% of the film salary when they enter the group." Fifteen or twenty, and the rest..." She kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

Song Ya looked at this beautiful hotel suite for a while, feeling rather disapproving in her heart.

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

"It's all right, Mrs. Jovovich, it's all settled."

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

"Yeah, I brought back all the negatives." Song Ya took out the white negative 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, "Spend money... In New York, there is no other good way to solve the problem besides money."

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

"One hundred thousand dollars." Song Ya didn't care.

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

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

"Forget it, don't mention this." Song Ya explained to the two of them about going to Chicago for rehearsal, "SBK will be responsible for your accommodation and other expenses in Chicago during this period, because Mira is underage People and members of the Screen Actors Guild, SBK will also be responsible for the additional expenses in this regard."

"Yeah! Honey, let's get out of here and go to Chicago!" Under the watchful eyes of her mother, Mira offered to kiss.

Daniel acted very quickly. He thoughtfully dispatched an oversized caravan for the band's publicity, and transported the personnel and equipment to Chicago, where Old Joe Music was downstairs.

"That's it?" Mira jumped out of the car excitedly, looked around the surrounding environment,

Instantly disappointed.

"That's it." Song Ya knocked on the iron door, and it was still Karl who opened the door, "Come in, let me introduce you..."

Old Joe's music is still the same, except that there is an extra photo of Old Joe and Mr. Underwood on the photo wall on the stairs. The promotional posters of Little Lowry and Al at the front desk on the second floor have long been removed and replaced by Lowry. Ray's one-man show.

"Everyone knows that the law and order in Chicago's south city is not good, and it's safe near the hotel. Don't go out and wander around Old Qiao Music, especially on the opposite side..." Song Ya pointed to the underground nightclub opposite, "You white people Absolutely don’t have the idea of ​​going in for fun.”

"I get it, I get it, Al Capone! Da da da..." DeLay gestured with his hand to fire the Chicago typewriter.

Song Ya smiled, Al Capone was already finished, his failure caused the mafia in Chicago to ebb, this is the first first-tier city in the whole city where blacks control the underground rules.

He didn't bother to explain these words to De Lay 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 Old Joe's office and locked the door. Mira's mother stayed in the hotel to tidy up. This is a rare opportunity.

After a little movement, he put his arms around the big white girl whose lingering charm was still on his lap, and called Pablo's cell phone, "Hi, Pablo, I'm APLUS, is Tony next to you?" he asked.

The call passed to Tony.

"Uh...Tony, I want to ask, with...uh no, how should I pay my partner?"

After talking on the phone with Tony, he got Mira dressed to go to rehearsal, got into Eric's car, went to the bank, and then went back to his house in the ghetto.

Standing outside the dilapidated home, it is hard to imagine that not long ago, I was still in New York. A large group of singers and managers tried their best to figure out their preferences, and fought openly and secretly around their choices.

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

"It was repaired earlier, but it broke down again soon, so we had to keep repairing it." Al replied.

Aunt Susie and the others were not there. They should have gone to church. Song Ya walked into her room, and the small TV was broadcasting news reports from Chicago local media about the popularity of second-hand stores.

Al quickly turned off the TV.

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

Al didn't speak.

"Don't be so fucking decadent, you hate Lao Qiao and the others, you won't hate me, will you?" Song Ya persuaded, "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 his 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, and stuffed the roll of money into his pants pocket with a smile.

This is the follower... No, another advantage of the partner is that it is cheap. After working with me for so long, the normal salary of a tuner in New York is far more than this amount. In fact, this is also a common problem. The income of ordinary gang members in Chicago is even far below the minimum wage of the government. Even the small bosses cannot reach the normal income of white-collar workers in large companies outside. Now many gang members still live with their mothers when they become adults. It is not them Filial piety, but really no money to move out...

Bring Al, back to Old Joe music.

"Hey... Al." Karl, who had always been reticent, saw Al taking the initiative to say hello.

Al gave him the middle finger.

Carl smiled sarcastically.

At night, Delay and the others finished their rehearsal and walked out of Old Joe Music. Afterwards, Al drove the Ford pickup to take them back and forth from the hotel.

'boom! '

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

Delay and the others were all dumbfounded.

"Welcome to Chicago." Song Ya smiled.