Chapter 949? The First Big Order

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"I see……"

Soon, the old Mike told the news that 2PAC had withdrawn the lyrics, Song Ya closed the bedroom door, yawned and fell back on the bed.

The mother route still works, and the injection of capital into the inner city broadcasting company still works. Those seemingly useless expenses, such as taking care of the widow of Malcolm X all the year round, do have a time when they can be useful.

Thinking about this in a daze, just about to fall asleep, the phone rang again.

"Mimi..."

It was rare that Mariah Carey called. He subconsciously glanced at the blonde girl sleeping beside the pillow, sat up and lowered his voice.

"How do I get 2PAC to stop attacking you, huh?"

The ex-wife should have seen hit’emup’s official MV just now. Although she doesn’t think 2PAC will go crazy, it’s always good to remove the threat, and it sounds like she’s in a good mood.

"If I don't tell you, you should take care of your own people, everyone has a big mouth." Song Ya replied quietly.

"You should take good care of your people. Don't think I don't know why 2PAC brought you together to scold you. It turned out that the matter was caused by your singer helping Biggie to provoke 2PAC."

Since the divorce, she has never been willing to suffer from her mouth.

Feeling sleepy, Song Ya said impatiently: "Okay, I don't want to quarrel with you, anyway, it's a trivial matter, and it has been resolved."

"Huh, small thing? I don't know who ran away to Alaska to seek refuge. As for APLUS?" She sneered.

"I came to Alaska because of the scheduled commercial performance!"

Song Ya couldn't help but feel back to the time when the two had a small quarrel for three days and a big quarrel for five days, and raised the volume, "Don't talk nonsense, if I hear someone outside saying that I came to Alaska because I was afraid of 2PAC... ..."

"What?" The blonde girl next to the pillow was woken up, she turned over and rested her chin on the man's shoulder.

"Who can I talk nonsense with!? I can't go anywhere now!"

The ex-wife should have heard the girl's voice,

He yelled a few words in a high-pitched voice and hung up the phone vigorously.

"It's nothing, go on to sleep, Kasiti." Song Ya put down the phone, put her arms around the girl and coaxed her.

"I'm not sleepy anymore." Cassidy smiled and shook her head, then sat up and picked up the local newspaper on the bedside table to read.

"You're used to it. The days in Alaska are really long... It feels like my biological clock is a little out of order."

Song Ya looked at the girl she hadn't seen for a long time. The hostility she had when she participated in street politics seemed to have gradually washed away, and she returned to the familiar image of a good girl with good character and learning.

It’s great, it’s a rare meeting, so I don’t feel sleepy any more. I smiled and pulled out the newspaper from the girl’s hand, “The fans here are really enthusiastic. I used to think that they didn’t like listening to hip-hop songs. There were 10,000 people inside and outside the venue yesterday. Right? Even the organizers of the commercial show were taken aback. They said that there are only a few hundred thousand residents in Alaska, so wouldn’t it mean that almost all young people have come?”

"It's just that they rarely have fun, because there are very few big stars who come here for concerts, so they don't have the right to be picky." Cassetti explained with a smile.

"Too……"

Out of the corner of Song Ya's eyes, she caught a glimpse of a newspaper article attacking a local celebrity. Looking at the picture, she was a beautiful woman. The editor scolded her for being a Conservative Party member who quietly brought the whole family to listen to the singing of a black singer during the mayoral campaign meeting.

"Her name is Sarah Palin, and I'm going to work part-time at her campaign headquarters during the summer vacation." Cassetti said: "I like her political views very much."

politics……

The Elephant Party in Alaska is no milder than the southern states of the United States. It seems that except for herself, Kasiti’s formed political spectrum is still biased towards conservative whites. The previous radical behavior is not completely expedient. “Aren’t you going back to Chicago? It is very difficult for me to have the opportunity to run to Alaska again."

Song Ya sighed a little, "And your father will be released after one or two court hearings in the second half of the year."

As time went by, his father, Vic McKee, had been completely forgotten by the media. He told Peter, who was well-controlled by the Illinois prosecutors, that they would probably use some of Vic's early police crimes to smooth out his prison sentence, and then make a low-key reconciliation. Vic reached a reconciliation between the prosecution and the defense, released him, and completely uncovered the page of the shooting of the FBI detective.

"Well, I'll go back to Chicago, attend the trial, and pick him up from prison. At that time, we will..." Kasiti took the initiative to hug and kiss, "Thank you for what you have done for us."

Because of her past as a white radical, the two of them would never be able to appear together in public again, and they might not be able to do so in this life. Song Ya ended her fleeting trip to Alaska with some melancholy, and boarded a flight to Los Angeles.

"2PAC's hit'emup is too ruthless, and it's too good. I don't know if the East Coast can come back with a song of the same level as DISS."

Returning to the Blade Warrior crew that had been separated for more than a month, basically, the crew finished filming all the scenes except myself, and then another period of very high-intensity Hollywood life followed.

Regardless of the intensity of the work, or...

Song Ya walked into her own make-up car on the location set, saw Halle Berry, Amy Adams and Taraji who were chatting intimately inside, and subconsciously gritted her teeth.

Embracing Amy, who was flying into the forest like a flying swallow, "Didn't you go to work?"

"Hurry up, Hayden picked up an independent film for me, and I will join the group in a few days. Others are still the same, and the commercial film will depend on the box office after the modern version of Romeo and Juliet is released." Amy foolishly said Li and Taraji kissed their lover and said, "I miss you so much, is Alaska cold?"

It seemed that since being with Meera in Chicago, she had resignedly given up on the idea of ​​monopoly.

"It's not cold at all."

Of course, Los Angeles is hotter in the summer, and the three girls in the small make-up car are all dressed thinly, "I heard you said in New York that you were going to kill 2PAC, and then he really removed the lyrics of DISS you? The well-informed Harley also leaned over while pinching her throat.

"It's all rumors." The trouble has been resolved, and people like 2PAC have backed down. Of course, we must save face for him.

"Boss, let me remind you in advance. Everyone knows that you have increased the budget by 10 million for the crew. There will be a collective welcome ceremony on the set later, and I will flatter you." Taraji followed suit.

"Uh, Taraji, this period of time is still the same, you take over the assistant job. Now there is something. Jordan is in Los Angeles. He asked me to go over and have a chat. You should go and discuss the specific time with his people immediately."

The long-distance travel is a bit tiring, let's send away a person who is not good-looking first.

The script of Blade Runner was compiled according to the previous budget. In order to save money, there were very few outdoor scenes of big scenes. The next film will be one of the street scenes of chasing vampires. The plot is simple and there are no lines, just wearing the hot black 'windbreaker suit', coolly copying guns and pointing at pedestrians on the street, scaring the passers-by to scream and run away.

This scene requires more acting skills from the group actors than the male protagonist, just to make a transition for myself who just returned to the crew.

"Hey, APLUS, how are you doing recently?"

I had an appointment with Jordan in the evening, in a hotel near Warner Studios, and he also crossed over to Hollywood. The name of the movie seems to be Space Jam, and the budget is very high, nearly 100 million. It seems that it started last year. Warner Bet heavily on the legendary star.

"Yo."

Song Ya walked into his presidential suite, smiled and punched each other, "Is your project going well?"

"I don't know, I really don't know. There are a lot of special effects. Many times I have to speak lines and perform in the air. I have entered the post-dubbing stage, but I still don't know what the finished film will be like..."

Jordan, who had just won his first comeback championship, was proud of his spring breeze, walking around the room excitedly like a big brother with a Cuban cigar in his hand, "By the way, can you include your Remember The Name in the soundtrack? I told Atlantic Records that I want that song. Song."

"In a word, let their people come to me."

It turned out that I came here for this, but it’s a good thing to pick up money. RememberTheName is already my "old song". .

At present, Jazzy and Foxy Brwon, the contracted singers of A+ Records in New York, borrow the recording studio of Atlantic Records from time to time. There is an old friend Steven, and the relationship between the two parties has always been good. So Ya Song wanted to take the opportunity to do more business, "So Space Jam Atlantic Records is responsible for the soundtrack? Has the theme song been decided?"

Now I have several Apocalypse songs in stock, and it would be better if they can be selected for such a big project.

"Sorry, Atlantic Records asked R Kelly to write the theme song for me, although he hasn't delivered yet."

Jordan refused, throwing a cigar over, "Try it, Cuban, the best."

Choosing R Kelly means using R&B love songs as the theme song, "It doesn't matter, in fact, I may not be able to cooperate here, because there is an appointment with Sony Columbia Records." Song Ya found the next step by herself.

Today he has no gambling games, no idlers, and today his swear words are much less. The two Chicago black men sat and tasted cigars and wine, chatting about plastic brotherhood, "You guys go out." Jordan Sent his men and Taraji out.

"Is there anything else?" Song Ya asked.

"certainly."

Jordan sat a little closer seriously, "I have spare money here, and I want you to bring me into the game to invest."

"Investment? I remember that all your investments are managed by broker David Falk, right?"

Song Ya was a little surprised. After the bad gambling scandal broke out, David Falk managed his money very tightly. It was no secret at his own level. It's fine to bring Harley to invest, but you and I can't take it! Although your playing income is not enough in front of me, advertising, sharing with Nike’s AJ shoes, and the remuneration for this kind of cross-border filming are all very lucrative deals.

"I will have a big income soon, don't worry, David knows about this, he told me that you have a way."

Jordan blinked, with a 'you get it' look.

"Oh, I see, your next contract with the Bulls is big, right?" Song Ya had also heard that he would change his contract this year.

"Hey, it's very big. I can't disclose the exact amount, but Pippen will be mad if he finds out, for sure."

Jordan smirked. Pippen, the second-in-command of the Bulls, was desperate to force the Bulls to give him a seven-year long contract. Unexpectedly, the salary in the league increased every year. I heard that the guy is almost regretting it now.

"Well, your idea is..." Song Ya asked.

"Madoff Fund, hehe, I know your identity in it, take me and introduce me in." Jordan's eyes lit up.

"Well, I don't usually..."

"I know the rules, I'll put a lot of money, a lot of money! David Falk told me you were the first black partner in that organization..."

Jordan grinned, "You're still our pitcher for black investors, aren't you?"

"Uh, uh, that's not quite right, but..."

Song Ya originally made up her mind not to mess with these things, but then she thought that the guy in front of her met all the requirements! A large sum of money, qualified status, not looking for it on my own initiative, and besides, I can earn a commission from it...

"But what?" Jordan asked.

"We may conduct a detailed investigation on you in advance. Mr. Madoff has high requirements for investors."

Song Ya stepped into the role and began to imitate how the tycoon McCall treated himself back then, and jerkily performed the duties of the lead for the first big order, "It may take a long time, and don't blame me if you don't get passed by then, I personally will speak for you."

"I understand. Anyway, my new contract with the Bulls hasn't been signed yet, so I can't afford much money for the time being." Jordan nodded.

"Then there are some rules that you must follow. First of all, our motto is don't ask, don't tell..."

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