Chapter 691 The Out-of-Control Hip-Hop Circle

"Vic and Sean went there with a mission, do you understand? Some depraved police officers, those moths in the police station seem to be busy every day, but they are not necessarily working for the government and the people. They Got some gangsters who don't want to see Sinaloa alive, or rich and powerful stakeholders, or even someone who is too lazy to see the serial murderer go through the cumbersome formal litigation process, and wants to solve it directly by lynching Instigated by high-level law enforcement agencies."

In the second public press conference of the FBI after the lawsuit was launched, the new head of the FBI, Ma Hong, read from the script: "Our heroic detective wanted to stop them, but was unfortunately killed by them, and tried to mislead the investigators, let us Thought the detective was killed in the shootout with Sinaloa. But our forensic team quickly found key evidence that they had faked the scene, and after long hours of hard work by my colleagues and I, the FBI is now fully confident that the They go to the dock and get what they deserve, and that's it."

"Can you reveal more about the instigators behind Vic and others? Who are they?"

"Sorry, it's temporarily inconvenient."

"There are also protesters outside who detained you for extended periods of time..."

Ma Hong ignored the reporter and quickly left the press conference.

"The Southern Newspaper, which previously supported Kasiti, also expressed disapproval of her recent speeches and withdrew. The community committee near Vic's home prohibited Kasiti from relocating the protest organization site at home on the grounds of disturbing the people. Some media took The extreme remarks she gave in the interview were played repeatedly as a clown to mock her, and the University of Chicago also expelled her..."

Alicia turns off the TV, "but she seems to be getting some sponsorship from new fundraising channels, renting a small office space elsewhere, the protests are smaller, and she's still paying Tashawnee's legal fees on time .”

"That's it, she did a good job, exceeding our expectations."

Song Ya didn't want to talk to her about this topic, "Let's go."

This is the second time he has traveled to Washington in a short period of time. This time, it was to cover Alicia's secret talks with Underwood on behalf of Peter. In order not to make the outside world suspect his motives at this sensitive time, he found a business reason to go to Washington. Meet the station executives of Inner City Broadcasting Corporation in Washington, stop by BET to discuss the TV movie licensing contract of "How Do I Stop This" with Johnson, and the time comes to May, and the film that was shot in only ten days has already It's done.

"What a handsome fellow."

A group of people drove under the Gulfstream private jet. Alicia pressed her long hair that was blown by the strong wind, looked up at the fuselage and sighed: "Maybe I should not study law when I was young, but continue to dance."

"You dance too?" Song Ya gently supported her waist and walked up the boarding ladder together.

"I did cheerleading in middle school, but my cheerleading back then was very conservative, not like it is now... Wow, nice decor, I love it."

Unexpectedly, this highly educated woman didn't dislike Mariah Carey's ubiquitous gold-plated interior at all. After entering the cabin, she fumbled around and said, "I don't want to have these for the rest of my life with the income of me and Peter."

"Peter definitely has no chance, but you don't have to." Song Ya complimented her: "The salary of the governor is completely incomparable with that of the named partner of the law firm."

"You have no idea how stressful it is to maintain a law firm and I'm struggling with bills every day now."

"Goodman should be able to understand you, right? Goodman." Song Ya smiled and looked at Goodman behind him, "Mrs. Flock, please feel free. How about that position? By the window, near the engine Far."

"Just call me Alicia."

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Song Ya was happy, "No problem hey, Alicia. Oh, by the way, this is Ms. Sloan, a well-known lobbyist in Washington, and my new political consultant and congressional publicist. Ms. Sloan, this is Alicia Flock..."

He introduced them.

"Hello, I know you Alicia, allow me to start by wishing your husband the best of luck.

"

Sloan had been waiting for quite a while, and she spread out the paper work on the long table, with champagne in hand.

"Thank you, can I sit next to you then?" Alicia pointed to the seat beside her.

"Of course, it's an honor."

Song Ya no longer disturbed the socializing between the two beautiful elite women. He went to the back of the cabin and sat in his exclusive seat to watch the live video of the 2nd Hip-Hop Music Awards last week. NAS called and said that something big had almost happened.

It was Su Ge Knight's fault. That guy didn't go for the first time, but he went this time. When he came to the stage to accept the award, he made another hateful speech, "I told 2PAC earlier to tell him to be careful."

This is the first sentence that Su Ge Knight, who was wearing blood gang red, opened his mouth. Linda pressed the pause button and explained to Song Ya who had a blank expression: "Biggie returned to New York to post a song The new song 'Who Shot You?' seems to be mocking 2PAC who was shot at the door of his recording studio, and there are gunshots in the background sample, which is said to be very similar to the few gunshots at the scene."

"Is he crazy? Isn't 2PAC very close to him? 2PAC helped him a lot. When he was very popular, he was willing to join forces with him who was not well-known at the time. Now he laughs at 2PAC instead? And with The shooting that happened downstairs in my house and nearly killed 2APC is mocking..."

Song Ya was very puzzled, "How do these gangster singers grow their brains? Repaying favors? Implied that the shooter was sent by himself? Or did they know in advance that 2PAC would be shot? They think that 2PAC is about to die after being imprisoned, so they can do whatever they want." Shit on each other's head?"

"Who knows? 2PAC in prison was pissed off, he said to the reporter: Don't trust anyone, you know? To put it bluntly, my closest friend betrayed me, my closest, my Homie, I take care of I took care of them, helped them, made him a singer, everything! He betrayed me, remember, fear is stronger than love, I'm a fighter, I'll survive and fight back , you know? The only thing that can stop me is death."

"It was a clear hint of retaliation," Linda said.

"Can't anyone bear it? Although I don't like 2PAC, he is really nice to Biggie." Song Ya shook her head.

Linda continued to play the video, and Su Ge Knight said: "We will always stand with 2PAC, and I also want to say this: Anyone who wants to be a singer, entertainer or star, if you don't want to worry about the producer. Get a spot in your MV, get a voice in your record, get exposure on your stage, let you wear his ridiculous third-rate clothing brand, then come to Death Row Records!"

"This guy, one of those taunting Puff Daddy clichés again, he thinks 2PAC got shot and Puff Diddy did it?"

Song Ya was amused.

"This time he said it in New York."

Linda said that a large group of New Yorkers in the audience stood up in black, all glaring at Su Ge Knight, booing, booing, and even making gang gestures to kill you.

"How long has that guy been honest since the last Chicago meeting? Now I really think it's a pity that Sinaloa didn't kill him."

Anyway, it's none of my business, Song Ya can just watch the show, "With him and Puff Daddy around, the hip-hop circle can't do it well." He saw that the camera was shown on De Rui, and he was chewing when his innocent life was affected by his boss Chewing gum, sitting in the front row with a livid face...

"Hahaha! This poor guy..." Song Ya laughed, "The New Yorkers finally let them leave safely, right?"

"Yes."

Fast forward Linda, and when it was Dre's turn to give his acceptance speech, Snoop Dogg suddenly grabbed the microphone and said, "Wait, wait, don't the East Coast love Dre and Snoop Dogg? !? You don’t like us!? We know the East Coast so well, we know where this is OK!?”

This is a very clever speech to calm the situation. Snoop Dogg really has a high emotional intelligence.

"What should we do?" Linda asked: "The east-west coast hip-hop battle has officially broken out. The out-of-control struggle between the two sides will inevitably attract a lot of attention. Midwest hip-hop is at risk of being marginalized. We..."

"I have a lot of troubles, Linda." The smile on Song Ya's face disappeared, and he glanced at the two women who were toasting and clinking each other, "Don't worry about the hip-hop circle, let's deal with the difficulties in front of us first... ..."

"He's looking at you." Alicia noticed that Sloan was not wearing a wedding ring, and asked, "What do you have with him?"

"APLUS? No, I don't develop relationships with clients, especially married ones."

Sloan took a big sip of champagne, "In Washington, I call for service if I need it. It's very convenient there, and the practitioners are very professional. They will keep confidentiality for customers."

"Service? You mean..." Alicia was shocked by the other party's openness.

"Duck." Sloan said in a very normal tone.

"Wow……"

"Is it okay? You can try it too. How about Peter?" Sloan asked.

"Well……"

"Forgive me, I've always been straightforward."

"I've been separated from him for a long time..."

"That's loneliness. I suggest you try APLUS. I have studied him. His first girlfriend published a book, saying that he... is very strong."

"Haha, forget it, let's talk about other things." Alicia couldn't stand the other party's straightforwardness, and laughed to cover it up.

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