Chapter 67 The Middleman

Of course Steven didn't know that Song Ya was going to recruit the MV heroine, he called for another matter.

"You know Little Lowry, right?" Steven seemed anxious, "Can you help me get in touch with his agent? Now!"

"Pablo?"

Song Yaxin said, haven't you been secretly hooking your shoulders? Why do you still need me to contact you?

"Yes, Pablo, his cell phone can't get through. Can you reach him through someone else? He should be in New York. Before that, let me tell you the seriousness of the matter. Seven thirty in the evening, little Lowry and his men beat up my old friend's son in a nightclub in New York. Now, at about 1 am, my old friend's son and his pals are all over New York looking for revenge on Lowry Jr. with guns !"

Steven's tone was very serious, "If you can contact Pablo, ask him to call me immediately."

Song Ya thought of Tony's safety, and felt a little bit fucked up, but she couldn't ignore it, "Well, I will find a way to contact him, and you can also ask your old friend to restrain his son!"

"Hey! Can old Jones control his son and spend my nights looking for people?" Steven hung up the phone.

Song Ya hurriedly dialed Pablo's mobile phone, but couldn't get through, and then called Little Lowry. The mobile phone was on but no one answered, so he could only call Tony, AK, and 'Muffler' pagers indiscriminately.

I waited anxiously for more than ten minutes and no one answered the call. I wanted to find Old Joe, but I was worried that the phone would be busy and affect Tony's call back. When I was struggling, the phone rang.

"My dear brother, what's wrong with you? Call us in a row?" Tony's drunken voice came over, the background music was very loud, either in a nightclub or a strip bar.

"Where's Pablo? Why can't the phone get through?"

"The phone is out of battery."

"Where's little Lowry?"

"Little Lowry is busy, hehe."

Hearing Tony's obscene laughter, Song Ya knew that Little Lowry must be busy on the woman's belly, "Let Pablo talk to me."

"Why? He's in the hotel. He's not with us. He should go to bed early now."

Song Ya didn't have time to talk nonsense with him, "Leave the place where you are staying immediately, all go back to the hotel, wake up Pablo, and ask him to call Steven or me!"

"Hey, don't worry, take your time, little Lowry isn't done yet." Tony was still smiling.

Song Ya had no choice but to ask him, "Did you hit someone today?"

"Huh? How do you know? We've been wanting to teach that Volatile boy a lesson for a long time. It's unlucky for him to be bumped into by us in a nightclub. I'll just punch him when I go up, haha! Knock him down on the spot..."

"My dear brother!"

Song Ya was almost overwhelmed with anger, "Now that wave boy is looking for you all over the world with brothers and guns! You go! Go back to the hotel!"

"Let him come, who doesn't have a gun..."

"Tony!"

Song Ya roared: "I'm not an outsider, so you don't have to try to save face in front of me! I know you and my brother, you are a smart person, you should know how to make choices!"

Tony was silent for a few seconds, "Okay, let's go back to the hotel."

"Stay connected on little Lowry's phone!"

"Got it, got it." Tony hung up the phone.

A few minutes later, the phone rang, "We're in the car, and we haven't seen the Wave Boys yet," Tony said.

"What's going on!?" Song Ya breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you say it?" Tony asked Little Lowry on the other end, and he should have received an affirmative answer before continuing: "This volatility kid is the one who fought with Little Lowry in Baltimore last time. At that time, we thought he was The nameless junior, after getting acquainted with New York, he knew that he was the son of the famous jazz musician Olu Jones. He was already well-known in the Queens rap circle when he was a teenager. He was instigated by someone that time.

Specially pretended to be a small person and went to Baltimore to snipe Little Lowry. In the nightclub at night, we bumped into him by chance, and when we disagreed, we taught him a lesson. "

"There was no serious injury, right?" Song Ya remembered that it was the time when Little Lowry was almost crying on stage, which was very embarrassing.

"We act with discretion."

The phone they played with should not be far from the hotel. After arriving safely at the hotel, the phone was handed over to Pablo.

Song Ya asked him to contact Steven, and Pablo agreed.

Half an hour later, Pablo called again, "Uh, APLUS, we need you to be an intermediary this time, you go to see Wave Boy's father and Steven, and tell them this..."

"Why don't you go by yourself?" Song Ya would not be ordered by him.

"Hey, I'm going to talk about it and it's all over. This time it's serious. The wave boy is messing with Rakim's producer. Rakim, do you know?"

"Looks like an old-timer in the rap industry? This year's album's performance is mediocre, but the external evaluation is very high."

"Yes, apart from being a rapper, Rakim is also a member of 'One-Fifth Country'. There are some forces in New York, and I don't want to get into trouble with them." Pablo briefly introduced One-Fifth Country.

In the era of apartheid, in order to fight against the Christianity that bound the label of whites, and the traditions brought by the blacks in North Africa, they turned to the embrace of the Green Church, the most famous of which was the boxing champion Ali. To put it bluntly, one-fifth of the country is one of the dynamic organizations in this black and green group, and Song Ya subconsciously feels that it is not easy to mess with.

"You are the most suitable middleman, go to Steve, you are smart enough, the face of two multi-platinum songwriters can also make Rakim respect enough, let old Jones and Rakim restrain the wave boy, let's truce. This matter Both of us were wrong, that time in Baltimore, the wave boys must be working for the MCA, Rakim is the MCA guy, they want to snipe the release of Lowry's album, then pretend to be good and take our album, take yours Second-hand store release. Don’t you also have a little misunderstanding with the black music circle in New York? Steve, old Jones and Rakim, they all have a good influence in the black music circle in New York, go talk to them. "

As long as it doesn't involve judging Lowry Jr., Pablo is a very calm and persuasive guy, "Remember, they are afraid of us too, GD (Gangster Gospel) is stronger than all the black gangs in New York, I just gave the big guy Called and he supported us."

"Pablo, don't let Little Lowry make trouble anymore, don't put Tony in danger again!" Song Ya warned sternly.

"Tony did it first." Pablo's words made him lose his temper.

At three o'clock in the morning, Song Ya hurried out and took a taxi to a fried chicken restaurant located in a remote location in Queens.

They were searched at the door, and after entering, except for Steve and the black old man beside him, the others were all young people in street clothes. There were about a dozen of them, and the shop was almost full.

"Let me introduce you, APLUS..."

Steve introduced Song Ya to them. He pointed to the old black man beside him, "Jones." The young man said, "Nasir, that is, the wave boy."

"Yo..." Song Ya tried to stay relaxed under the gaze of a dozen pairs of eyes, and greeted them separately in a street tone.

The Undulating Boy's eyes really had a cannibalistic look in his eyes, so he ignored him, but the other two were friendly.

"A truce? That's it?" Song Ya didn't bother to find a place to sit, and directly stated his intention.

"Never!" Wave Boy responded viciously.

"You little bastard! Who do you think you are!?" Old Jones scolded angrily, "Do you want to spend your whole life in prison?! How did I give birth to you..."

Steve talked him out of it.

"Let me make it clear, both of us are wrong in this matter, right? Rakim?" Song Ya looked at Rakim.

"I know you've been in the limelight recently, APLUS, signed with Columbia, right?" Rakim grinned, "Second-hand shop, to de Klerk, hehe, if it weren't for the achievements of those two songs, you would talk to me like this later But you can't get out of this door."

A follower beside him took out his gun and shot it on the table.

"Rakim!" Steven snapped.

Rakim tilted his head to signal, and asked the younger brother to put the gun back.

Song Ya gave Pablo's mother to X in his heart, but he also knew that he must not be cowardly at this time, "MCA, Baltimore." He exposed the last festival, "I said that both sides are wrong, isn't it right?"

"So? My little brother is not beaten for nothing." Rakim didn't mean to deny it, and pouted at the wave boy.

"I'm here for the sake of the wave boy." Song Ya said what Pablo had confessed, "Little Lowry was not sniped for nothing, his father, who used to be the leader of GD, died in a gang war , The bosses of GD took good care of him, if you don’t change your mind tonight, the shooter over there will leave from Chicago in the morning, I’m never talking nonsense.”

"Nasir..." Old Jones' tone trembled.

"Don't embarrass me, Dad." The wave boy was still there.

"Rakim!" Steve stared at Rakim.

"Huh..." Rakim took a long breath, reaching under the hood and scratching.

"Let it all go, okay?"

Song Ya seized the opportunity and began to fool around: "We help each other, and there will be more opportunities for cooperation in the future. You are in New York and we are in Chicago. To put it snobbishly, as long as we cooperate, we can sell more records..."