"Yay! For those, wondering what kind of people we are......"

The stadium was dimmed, and several spotlights hit him, Song Ya knew that tens of thousands of people here and countless viewers in front of the TV were watching him, but he didn't have time to see the feedback from the audience, concentrated on the performance, the lyrics appeared in his memory, and then followed the beat, popping out of his mouth one by one, "Just like this, 10% luck, 20% skill, 15% will condensation......"

The photographer slowly approached the camera, and then pulled it to the floor, "5% pleasure, 50% pain......" Song Ya looked directly at the camera, followed by a lower body, his eyes discharged, and his free hands kept gesturing with hip-hop gestures.

After singing his own paragraph, "Next, Al, let's go!" ”

He pointed the microphone in the direction of Al behind him, and the cameraman pushed the camera down, "What kind of person is he, he never talks much......

Al did a good job, and then DeLay.

On this occasion, the people of the United States often bring their families and mouths, and there are many minors watching, and the three of them carefully handled the swear words and finished the performance cleanly.

After a while, the atmosphere has been mobilized, "It's like this!" Song Ya raised his hands up and motioned for the audience to follow, "10% luck, 20% skill......"

The crowd was also very face-saving, many people echoed in unison, and the atmosphere in the stadium reached a high point.

As soon as the song was finished, the harsh lights of the stadium were turned on again, and he could finally see the spectators, all of whom stood up and applauded him.

“thank you everybody！” He thanked Dile, waved his hand out, and the audience above the aisle held out their hands to him, and he jumped up and high-fived them one by one.

"Very, very nice! APLUS, great show! Perfect! The head of publicity and the manager of the stadium stepped forward and admired it with excitement on their faces.

"Thank you, APLUS." DeLay and Al came from behind, and the trio jumped up and hit their chests.

"Good performance." Song Ya bumped fists with them again.

"Maybe this song can be our stadium entrance song." The stadium manager has an idea.

"Let's talk to him." Song Ya pointed to the person in charge of publicity and returned to the backstage dressing room.

"It's wonderful." Hayden smiled and congratulated.

“YO！ Today we detonate the audience! Al excitedly circled around the room, unable to be quiet for a moment.

DeLay turned on the TV and said, "Very good live show, from APLUS and his companions, ladies and gentlemen, let's go into a commercial, don't go away, the second half starts right away......"

"Hey! This guy doesn't even mention me or Al's name. DeLay complained disgruntled to the TV.

"Let's go to MTV." Song Ya reminded him.

DeLay turned the channel to MTV, and there was an interview with the three of them by an MTV reporter, all of which were set words, and the three described the process of meeting and getting to know each other in a legendary way, and then there was a commercial blow.

Then, the MV feature film begins, with a wide picture of the cinematic texture, a slightly shaky camera passing by the dim streets of Chicago's South City, accompanied by a passionate prelude, a large group of black people gathered at the entrance of the underground nightclub, and then Song Ya wore a bull hat and approached the camera alone from a distance.

"Hey, Al, are you trying to kill someone?" When it was Al's turn, DeLay also noticed that Al's facial expression was a little overforced, and he sang the lyrics viciously towards the camera.

Al lowered his head in embarrassment, but he quickly got a chance to fight back, "Delay, aren't you fucking like me!?" ”

DeLay appeared in the picture with a disposable paper cup in his hand, and his stiff expression when singing was not much better than Al's.

Both of them laughed, and Song Ya saw that Phigi and her sister appeared in the frame, and the photographer was very 'careful' to put the center of the picture on their chests and skim past.

Director Zack Snyder cut the shot back to the outside of the underground nightclub, and Old Joe stood in front of his extended Lincoln, looking down at the camera arrogantly with his head held high, looking like a successful person and a big man in the music industry.

Andrew, Henry, and even Mawota have all left the country, as well as the men and women who come to the party, everyone has a share.

In the end, Song Ya introduced Delai, Al and Big A respectively, and Delai showed the A+ tag on his chest, and the picture was fixed on Song Ya's handsome smile, and the MV ended.

"Cool!"

Turn off the TV and the three of them give each other a high five.

Then, Song Ya returned to New York for the first week of her promotional trip.

"According to the old rules."

In a small office in a nightclub, Song Ya threw a bag containing 20,000 dollars in small cash to NAS.

It was his in April, and when the joint propaganda with the professor and others began in May, he didn't have to pay this money anymore, everyone helped each other and took care of their own territory.

NAS didn't count, tucked the bag under his armpit, "Your rap is cool, APLUS, the DJs won't say anything bad even if they don't take the money." He kindly reminded.

"Hey, you ......"

Instead of leaving, NAS approached the entrance and asked flatteringly, "How about taking me with you during the promotion?" ”

"Aren't you going to talk to the big professor?" Song Ya was a little surprised.

"We'll have to wait until May...... NAS pouted, "I've been ready for this day, I've been waiting for this day for two years." ”

"Yes, if the professors don't care."

NAS's fierce face that always seems to be owed him money will be very helpful to him, Song Ya naturally will not refuse, took out his mobile phone and shook it at him, "You can be my temporary assistant, and I can let you sing on stage if I have the chance, but I want to say hello to Rakim first, I don't want to be misunderstood and rob people with a big professor." ”

"No problem."

NAS replied, "I told them about the idea, they have their own troubles and can't take care of me much, and they almost agree. ”

"How?"

Rakim is an important publicity partner for Song Ya, and he doesn't want the other party to have an accident at this time.

"Rakim had a falling out with his group mate, and he's busy, and the professor is willing to give me a chance, but ......"

NAS was a little frustrated, "He had to wait until May to release his first album, and he didn't have the energy to introduce me to a big record company." ”

"You want to sign a big company?" Song Ya remembered Roberto Clevell's overtures, maybe at this time, he could earn points at both ends? "Maybe I can help, when the publicity is over, I'll help you ask Sony Colombia."

"Really?"

NAS's eyes lit up, "Then I'll wait for your news." He picked up the thick gold chain on his chest with his thumb, "Good brother." ”

"yes, they're all brothers." Song Ya bumped fists with him and bumped into his chest, making a full set.

The publicity in New York is going well, Remember The Name is not like I feel it coming, the song is already very popular with black DJs, and white people, especially in the cultural and sports circles, also have good reviews.

The price of his acupuncture has also gone up, and with the full accompaniment of NAS, he can also avoid the pits of many local black-hearted intermediaries.

Coming out of a nightclub in New Jersey, Song Ya gave the green knife to DeLay and Al in the car, and then threw a small stab to the NAS who was driving, "Your share." ”

"THANKS, APLUS." NAS is also not polite and puts the money in his pocket.

Hayden's call came in, "There are several multinational companies interested in buying song licenses for different purposes, and the price is good. ”

"If the price is right, let's see what happens." How could Song Ya disagree with such a good thing.

Hayden moved quickly, and a few days later, early in the morning, he finished his promotion in the greater New York area and was about to leave for the airport when he heard his song in front of a branch of one of the most well-known multinational direct selling companies.

He looked out the car window, where the company's clerks were gathered in front of the store, neatly lined up.

"What's our slogan!?" The white manager yelled at the top of his voice.

"10% luck, 20% skill, 15% will cohesion, 5% joy, 50% pain!"

Everyone chanted in unison to the music.

"That's right! Suffer today, BMW Land Rover tomorrow! ”

The manager began to brainwash ......