Chapter 429 Find a Helper

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1.88 million plus commission, 2 million was spent so suddenly, Song Ya put the ring box into the inner pocket of the dress, and left the Waldorf Astoria Hotel with a dark face.

"Are you okay, boss."

Mawota turned his head in the driver's seat and looked at him who was slamming the back of his hand while muttering righteously.

"It's okay, let's go to the airport, I'm going back to Chicago as soon as possible."

The ring is not in a hurry, time is running out now, he has to resolve Mariah Carey's change of bodyguards and old Mike's manpower first.

It was easy to find bodyguards from Chicago. He asked Goodman to hire a five-member team from the security company that undertook the business of CNA insurance company, and deliberately excluded Italians when selecting members. CNA insurance company has business dealings with A+ Records. These people have never had anything to do with the entertainment industry, and their professionalism is also excellent. They are just a little unfamiliar with the security content of celebrities, but Mariah Carey's security pressure is not too great. Practice makes perfect. It should be fine for a while.

"Vic, how are you doing?"

After Peter Flock resigned due to the scandal, Papa Cassity was caught again. This time, he didn't even have to catch the violating policeman. He was suspended for investigation, and he was with three colleagues from the stormtroopers. I heard that a sum of 200,000 dollars from the Armenian gang was intercepted and the whereabouts of the funds were unknown. All four were suspected. Song Ya simply planned to call him to New York to help Old Mike arrest witnesses.

"Fxxk, busy."

The bald man was still holding on, "We want to clear ourselves of the suspicion and prove our innocence."

"Is that money really swallowed by your partner?" Song Ya asked, staring into his eyes.

"Who did you work with? The FBI? Internal investigation team?"

He vigilantly began to rummage in the car, "Where is the bug hidden?"

"No, but I guess you can do it." There was no one else in the car, Song Yaren searched the car and himself, "Cassidy's scholarship is also gone, you are raising college tuition for her, right? ? That new state attorney, Charlize, is targeting you and your colleagues."

"Hey! Boy, don't inquire about my family's affairs!" He threatened viciously.

"I can go out..."

Before Song Ya could say anything, he grabbed his collar, "Stay the fuck away from my daughter!"

"Then what should I do? You have the heart to let her go to a garbage community school? She has such good grades." Song Ya has long been accustomed to his pale threatening remarks, and continued: "I know you have no intention of helping her go to school. Lo, she studied so hard to get a scholarship, the last time I saw her, her hair was dry and split..."

"I can handle it!" Vic pushed him away.

"How do you solve it? Pay tuition with black money?" Song Ya stared at him coldly, "You have read the news about my ex-girlfriend Mira, right? She spent a lot of her father's ill-gotten gains, so now she even I can’t even go back. Do you want to see Kasiti end up like her one day? Was suddenly told in college that she was ashamed in front of all her classmates because her father’s tuition fees came from unknown sources? Then her life was ruined, and her younger siblings..."

Vic fell silent, breathing heavily with his chest like a bellows.

"Listen, Vic, I have an errand here. It's very simple, but the revenge is very rich, and it's much cleaner and more reassuring than those black money." Song Ya saw his mental defenses began to collapse, and stepped up to flicker: "Go to New York for a while." Come on, stay with your friends for a few days, just relax, then take the money back, and pay Kasiti's tuition in a fair way!"

"I don't accept handouts NGer!" He scolded: "And I don't leave Chicago, I don't leave the police force!"

"Oh GOD!"

Song Ya put her head in her hands, "Can you stop being stubborn with me, Irishman! I'm not a charity, uh, I do pay a premium, but I don't need you to thank me, this time I really need a professional Help, go to New York to do something, that's all!"

"The kind that pulls the trigger?"

"You can't keep anything else in your mind except crimes, can you?" Song Ya lay down on the seat helplessly,

"Catch an illegal wiretapping criminal, just do what you are good at, stay on guard for 24 hours, arrange surveillance that is not easy to be detected, preserve evidence, and get the stolen goods! That's all!"

"Illegal monitoring?" Vik's brain circuit was finally pulled back to the normal track.

"Yes, a celebrity friend of mine discovered that someone had illegally tapped her phone, but after we discussed it, we decided it was best not to call the police right away, but to watch quietly, waiting for the bugger to come and change the video tape and battery It's time to arrest people." Song Ya said.

"Hey hey."

Vic touched the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Sounds good."

"Of course, it's never illegal, and the job is easy. We're still on the side of justice." Song Ya saw him turn his gaze to the stormtrooper teammates who were chatting in the distance outside the car, "Hey, don't think about it, I'll pay you directly Cassidy's dedicated account."

"I agree, when are you going to leave?" Vic asked, stroking his bald head, without trying to save face.

"The sooner the better, you go to this address, take advantage of the night, and try not to be discovered." Song Ya gave him the address of Tribeca's downstairs unit, "After that, everything will be under the command of Old Mike."

"WTF! Impossible!" He started hopping again.

"Fxxkyou Vic, be more mature, you, a detective of the Chicago Police Department, as long as you go to work honestly, you won't be like this!" Song Ya exposed his scars.

"Yeah, old Mike, isn't he also a police officer? What has he become? Look at the gate of the parking lot?" Vic retorted.

"At least now he won't do anything out of line."

"He's been promoted now, guarding the door for rich singers and arresting people? Humph, he's definitely not as professional as me," Vik said.

"Then go and catch him professionally. As long as everything goes well, I will pay you a lot."

After talking a lot of good things and bad things, he finally coaxed cheap father-in-law and his party to go to New York.

Immediately contacted Mariah Carey again for potential new agent options.

"Hey Sandy, are you on vacation?"

He called Sandy Glen first, but he didn't call back until twelve o'clock at night.

"Uh, no." Sandy Glenn sounded tired, "I'm busy with MJ's world tour in the second half of the year."

"August right?"

"Yes, in late August, go to Asia first." He said.

"I told Mariah Carey about that incident for you yesterday, and she listened to it, but I feel that you still face other strong competitors." Song Ya said around the corner.

"Really?" Sandy Glenn's tone became more excited. "I was talking about this with Tommy just now, and that guy told me that Miss Kelly doesn't plan to change her agent. Who should I listen to?"

Song Ya frowned, "Motura? Is he with you?"

"Uh, yes, we're all in Neverland, having a meeting to discuss, uh...the tour." Sandy Glenn said, "So, Mr. Motura and Miss Kelly, who is in charge of this matter?"

"Of course Miss Kelly."

Song Ya said: "She has the right to choose her own agent, but don't tell Motura about her attitude."

"I know, I'll keep it a secret, I'm one of the tightest mouths in the business," Sandy Glenn replied.

"If, I mean, if you become Miss Kelly's manager, do you know how to choose between her and Motura?" Song Ya hinted.

"Of course, I'm only loyal to my clients," he replied.

"Sandy, come on!" The voice of Branca, MJ's lawyer, came out of the microphone, quite bluntly, Song Ya knew that he and Sandy Glenn had long been at odds with each other.

"This guy... well, I'm going to continue the meeting, APLUS, thank you for your help, if you can arrange for me to sit down with Miss Kelly and have a good chat..." Sandy Glenn said: "But not in the near future, MJ There's a lot going on here."

"no problem."

Song Ya checked the time, "Are you still in the meeting so late?" He muttered to himself and hung up the phone.