Chapter 585 Run Away

After investing in 3DFX, Song Ya was not ready to throw money into the technology industry in 1994. Now that the booth is big enough, he has to start worrying about the awards season early next year.

"Should be in both the AMAs and the Grammys."

Linda reported that the AMA has been shortlisted for two awards, the most popular R&B male singer, the contenders are BABYFACE and Prince Prince, the most popular hip-hop artist, the contenders are Snoop Dogg and WarrenG, except Prince They are all acquaintances.

In terms of Grammys, Dancing Out of My Life soundtrack was nominated for Best Contemporary R&B Album, and BeWhatYouWannaBe was nominated for Best Song for Video. Everyone has a chance to win prizes.

"What about the Oscars? BeWhatYouWannaBe also has the opportunity to be shortlisted for the best original song." Linda said.

"Can't you get the award?" Song Ya asked.

"Basically impossible, the award goes to The Lion King and Elton John." Linda replied, "But it would be great to be nominated. Being able to show up at the Oscars can give a boost to the soundtrack sales."

"Okay, let's find a way to try."

That song is too popular, so it shouldn't be in the eyes of the Oscar judges, but Song Ya has a way. He plans to use Rick Rubin's tricks in seeking the Grammys and the legendary Harvey Weinstein's public relations Oscar, "Old Larry's That friend, Stan Brackey, has some connections in the Oscars, and asked him to provide some contacts to get the addresses of the Oscar judges, and then asked the American Music Magazine to send a special supplement to it, with a CD of the original soundtrack of Dancing My Life, And some small presents."

"Uh... what little gift?" Linda was stunned.

"Don't you need a CD player to listen to CDs? No, CD players are not very convenient. Sony's MD players are lighter, smaller, and more expensive. Just replace the discs with MiniCDs."

"What would Stan Blackhat do?" Linda asked.

"It's time for them to give me something in return. Old Larry kept making film appointments in my life by dancing, but he left behind the sequel. He was dragged by him to make an award-winning art film for Fox Films, so he greeted me in advance... "

Hollywood likes to copy the path of success. If the old Larry doesn't run away, the director of the sequel will definitely be his, but he seems not satisfied with commercial films anymore, he is inflated.

"Okay." Linda agreed.

The plane landed in Chicago, but the person who picked it up this time was a surprise.

"Mr. APLUS? Talk?"

It was a large group of FBI in suits and leather shoes. The leading middle-aged Caucasian agent was stopped by Old Mike and others, and his tone was not very polite.

"About what? Mr. Jovovich?"

Song Ya thought it was still related to Mira's father's case, but unfortunately it was not.

"Do you know AK? You do, right? Little Lowry's follower." The agent asked.

"Uh... it's considered acquaintance."

Song Ya replied casually, "But I won't say much, no matter what the topic is, I need to be accompanied by a lawyer to answer your questions."

"I understand. Let's go to your lawyer together."

The agent was not accommodating this time, as if he wanted to accompany him out of the airport.

"There are reporters waiting outside the airport." Linda reminded.

It is not appropriate to bring a large group of FBI to appear in front of reporters. I have the right not to cooperate with the FBI, but the FBI is disgusted that a star who needs a public image will use a lot of means, "Fxxk." I had to curse, and asked: "What Didn’t I know?” He vaguely guessed in his heart that it should have something to do with Sinaloa, that guy had long claimed that he would kill AK and give the whistleblower the punishment he deserved.

"Don't you need a lawyer to accompany you?" the other party asked back.

"Nonsense, of course it is necessary." Song Ya had no choice but luckily Gulfstream 4 stopped at a small airport, "Call Goodman and Hamlin here." He ordered Linda.

"Come on." He let the agents get into his private jet, "Sit wherever you want."

The FBI boarded the plane one by one, sitting in twos and threes on the few seats,

Some younger detectives looked at the furnishings in the cabin with great interest, "Linda, entertain me." Song Ya ignored them and focused on her own affairs.

"Okay." Linda took out champagne and whiskey from the wine cabinet, changed to coffee after being rejected, and handed over the phone again, "Eremov."

"Kunes found the screenwriter you were looking for. This person... um, how should I put it? He has a bad reputation."

Yeremov reported: "In 1982, he tried to sell the privacy of Salinger, the author of The Catcher in the Rye, to tabloids. Salinger sued and lost the case. In 1992, he claimed that his script sold 1.2 million. The price of the knife is the highest in the industry, but there is no film company that has launched a project around that script... I talked to him, and it didn't feel good. "

"But the name on the script of the cat and mouse game will not be false. He participated in writing the script back then, right?" Song Ya asked.

"Yes, that's right, but he was dishonest. While writing the script, he tried to participate in the inheritance lawsuit of Bartlett, the owner of the adaptation rights. He also used this script to find Johnny Carson and tried his best to sell himself." Eremov answer.

"Did he succeed?"

"How is it possible? Such a poor liar," Yeremov said.

"A liar can write a good story about a liar, can't he? As long as his talent is not fake, I'm not the FBI." After Song Ya finished speaking, she looked up and found a group of FBIs watching her, "Sorry, it was a compliment just now." He explained with a smile.

"What are you looking for about Abagnell?"

The lead detective just casually picked up the scattered scripts on the table and flipped through them for a while, "I learned from his case when I participated in the internal training, and he made us a little embarrassed back then."

"I'm going to cast a movie about him."

"Shxt, Hollywood loves to tout liars and criminals."

"Uh..." Song Ya was embarrassed, "Didn't Abagnell cooperate with your FBI for a long time? He has reformed, right?"

"It's not as important as he boasted, but we did cooperate, but he quickly packaged it as a legendary experience and boasted everywhere." The detective complained.

"Don't worry, your image in my movie is very positive, and you won in the end. By the way, when the movie is shot, the crew may find you to cooperate." Song Ya smiled.

"I hope so."

The agent's face was not as serious as before, and Song Ya could feel that they had been observing him just now, "I have been in the business jets of many celebrities and rich people, and your place is relatively simple APLUS." The agent said, "It's simply It's just an office."

"This one? I rented this one. You won't say that when the Gulfstream 4SP I ordered is delivered."

The two sides chatted harmoniously.

Waiting until Goodman arrived, "Hamlin is on vacation, I'm the only one left." He reached out to the agent, "Hi, I'm Mr. APLUS's lawyer, please don't harass my client excessively."

"It's okay, Goodman." Song Ya waved his hand, exchanged opinions with Goodman in a low voice and then nodded, "We can start."

"Okay, let me ask again, APLUS, do you know AK?"

The detective also took out a pen and paper and began to record.

"If you mean AK, the follower next to Little Lowry, then I must know him." Song Ya said.

"Okay, do you know any enemies of the AK?" the agent continued, "or let me put it another way, do you know of any enemies the AK might have?"

"Sorry, little Lowry and I haven't been in touch for a long time. It's been a long time. If you've done some research before coming here, you'll know that our relationship is not good."

"Do you know that AK helped the prosecution testify against Lowry Jr. and Pablo and others, leading to his conviction?"

"Knows a little, but doesn't care much about the details."

"You know he's an informer, right?"

Song Ya and Goodman looked at each other, and replied after getting a positive hint: "I've heard of it, but that's all."

"My clients are not the kind of street singers, gentlemen." Goodman chimed in, "You'd better keep the question concise, Mr. APLUS is very busy."

"Okay, I noticed that too."

The detective pointed to the scripts and said with a smile: "AK was shot the day before yesterday, after we changed his identity, address and job to him."

"What?" Song Ya's heart tightened, Sinaloa really dared to think and do it!

"Did you hear anything beforehand?" the other party asked.

"What can I hear? No, not at all." Song Ya said.

"Do you think 'The Executioner' is a hell bobcat? I know you have a lot to do with this helper, let's talk and start from the beginning..." the agent asked.

Goodman interrupted him, "My client has talked with you FBI many times before, you can go back and check the file. If it is still about this kind of issue, I will stop the conversation."

"Okay." The agent shrugged, got up and walked to the door of the cabin, "AK died a terrible death, and his mother, girlfriend and two children..."

"The whole family?" Song Ya asked.

"Yes, the whole family." The FBI agent dropped this sentence and led the people away.

Sinaloa is a lunatic, and Song Ya is about to call Lao Qiao immediately, but hold back after thinking about it, the FBI is probably deliberately trying to scare the snake.

Nancheng, Old Joe Music, "Taxi!"

Old Qiao with fake beards on was dressed in casual clothes, carrying a travel bag and looking around, he got out of the corridor, "Thank you, airport."

When the car started, he looked back at the neon sign of Old Joe's music, and involuntarily squeezed the ticket and passport in his hands, muttering to himself, "I can't go back to jail, little APLUS, forgive me..."

"M-Fxxk!"

A thought suddenly flashed in his mind, "Why the hell did I have a brain cramp to ask for coffee!? If Jamal pours a glass of wine casually, nothing will happen!?"