Hanging up the phone, Song Ya called Lao Qiao again.

"You're back in Chicago? On a record label? Okay, wait for my call at night, around eleven o'clock. ”

Old Joe hung up the phone after saying a word, eleven o'clock...... I don't know what happened to Old Joe, what time it will be done, but I will go to the protest early tomorrow morning, and according to Michelle, I will probably be wandering the streets all day, which is definitely hard work. And when the time comes, there will be many reporters who will follow the whole process, for the sake of her image in the news, Song Ya feels that it is necessary to sleep first and recuperate her spirit.

Lying down on the sofa in the corner of the office, but he couldn't sleep, not because of the impromptu intention of Phigi just now, but because of the four million that he owed to the bank, he said that he didn't feel it, but his heart was still a little drumming. The A+ pedal company is easy to do with one million, and the business can't hold on, and it's a big deal to file for bankruptcy, but if the three million mortgaged by I feel it coming personal income can't be paid, then the song no longer belongs to you, which is equivalent to one less long-term meal ticket that can be used for a lifetime......

"DeLay ......"

He called DeLay in, "What are you going to do with the synth rights library?" ”

"It's going to be done."

The original plan in Delay's mouth was discussed by several people before the acquisition of Warren Brothers synthesizer company, because the company's copyright library is very old, and the licensing income is in a state of declining year after year, DeLay intends to divide the copyright library in two, pick out the newer part of the original copyright library and merge it with the synthesized sound invented by Song Ya for A+ audio into a package A, which is specially prepared for small companies with low budgets. Then all the copyrights are grouped into a complete B package, and the number of synthesized sounds in B package is about twice that of package A, but the price is only 20% higher than that of package A, which should be very interesting to large companies that are afraid of copyright troubles and have a good budget.

"Is there a company inquiry?" Song Ya asked.

"Of course, in addition to the original old customers, many new customers have also started to contact me, and they have already noticed the new synthesized sound you invented in Desklerk and I feel it coming, but they didn't know that there was an A+ audio company before, so they couldn't buy it. Now we have a copyright library with a market share of 5~7%, and it is difficult for them to bypass it, so they just bought it. ”

"Not bad." Song Ya's heart was a little settled.

"Can't you sleep? Would I like to give you my sleeping pills? Delay saw the blanket on the couch.

"Forget it, it's not like you have to fall asleep by taking medicine."

Song Ya refused, he personally felt that the drug habits of the people of the United States were very bad, they thought that the medicine should be effective immediately if they were eaten, such as sleeping pills, if they eat a kind of medicine that gradually does not work, they will change the medicine to be more effective, and it is easy to upgrade to a very domineering variety while eating, and that kind of medicine cannot not hurt the body.

At eleven o'clock, Old Joe's car stopped downstairs.

Song Ya went up to the back seat, "Hey! Boy, he did well on the late-night show. Old Joe put his arm around his shoulders affectionately.

"Thanks, where's your extended Lincoln?" Song Ya noticed that the car was a little eye-catching, and the driver was Carl, who almost never appeared outside of Old Joe's music, "Hey, Carl. ”

Karl looked back and smiled at him.

"The car was very eye-catching, and there was too much space in the back, and the more you sat alone, the more lonely it became...... said Old Joe.

"Uh...... Well, won't you take part in the protests tomorrow? Song Ya asked.

"I'm too lazy to ......"

Old Joe pouted, "I've seen a lot." ”

Song Ya knew that Lao Qiao Records seemed to be in some trouble, but he didn't want to ask, and the other party didn't want to say it, so the two tacitly chatted about other topics.

The car turned around in the south of the city, "Carl." Old Joe suddenly shouted.

Carl immediately slammed the steering wheel, and the car made a 90-degree turn into an alley, then stopped, and turned off.

"What's wrong?" Song Ya was thrown hard, and her shoulder hit the inside of the car door, causing pain.

"It's fine." Old Joe carefully observed the outside, "There will be a protest tomorrow, and there are a lot of strips on the road. ”

Song Ya had a bad premonition in her heart.

After waiting quietly for more than ten minutes, Old Joe patted Carl on the shoulder, restarted the car, drove onto the main road, and then went straight to the public housing area.

During the era of the influx of blacks into Chicago, whites built a number of public housing estates in the South Side to accommodate them, most of them a dozen stories high, with large interior spaces, but the quality of construction and layout were poor. Gradually, this kind of community that can accommodate tens of thousands of people has become a hotbed of crime, and until now, many gangsters still put their nests inside, because there are many households, the place is large, and the internal environment is complicated, which is the most suitable for avoiding pursuit.

"Old Joe, is something wrong?" Song Ya asked cautiously.

"What can happen, Big Kenneth wants to see you." Old Joe replied.

The car slowly slid and stopped outside a building, the public facilities here were in disrepair, the street lights were basically broken, and the swarthy corridor gate was like a monster's huge mouth, Song Ya didn't know why Kenneth asked Lao Qiao to bring him here, he was already a little panicked, and he was even more stunned when he saw this scene.

"Joe?" A voice rang out in the hallway.

"Yay!" Old Joe pushed the door open and said, "You go with him." ”

"Aren't you together?" Song Ya asked.

"I'm waiting for you here."

"Okay."

Song Ya got out of the car and walked into the door with a hard head, only to see a black man leaning next to the elevator door, "arms outstretched." After the other party searched his body, he led him into the elevator room and pressed the button on the eighth floor.

The man didn't say a word, and Song Ya didn't know what to say.

The old elevator creaked unpleasantly, and the man wore the flower turban of the Hell's Bobtail on his head, which was very ordinary, and the two reached the place in silence, and the elevator door opened.

'Boom! A muffled sound came from outside, and Song Ya was startled.

"Hey! Don't mess around on the big night! ”

The man scolded, and Song Ya realized that it was just two bear children wearing baseball gloves in the corridor playing a game of catching balls......

Follow each other into the hallway, the lights inside are dim and dilapidated, the walls are covered with graffiti, and the smell of fried food floats in the air.

The man kept greeting the residents in the building, walked to a staircase, and led Song Ya to climb one more floor, the ninth floor was very unusual, several gang members guarded the staircase, holding spears of different models in their hands, Song Ya did not study the gun, only saw that it seemed that even AK was there.

The two of them passed through a similar sentry post and entered Kenneth's room, which was decorated in a very Western-style 'local tyrant' atmosphere, with baroque wooden furniture, oil paintings of unknown origin and various animal horns hanging on the walls.

"Big star, long time no see." Kenneth stood behind the boss's desk and opened his arms to him, with a tiger skin in front of it......

"Hey." Song Ah went over and hugged him.

Kenneth pulled a knife out of his bosom......

Song Ya chuckled in her heart.

He misunderstood, and the other party took another cigar from the humidor, cut it neatly with a knife, and threw it over.

Song Ya hurriedly caught it.

Kenneth then picked up another silver pistol and pulled the trigger......

Blue flames erupted from the muzzle......

Well, Song Ya couldn't figure out if the other party was acting like this on weekdays, or if he was deliberately scaring him......

He pecked his cigar at the muzzle of his gun, "I didn't want you to come for anything else, just to ask about the stormtroopers that day." Kenneth said.

"How?"

"The stormtroopers took out one of GD's points of sale and went to you, right?"

It turned out that the other party was for this, and the point of sale was ended, and he was unscathed in the hands of the stormtroopers, which may have misled them.

Song Ya's mind was spinning rapidly, he didn't want to tell the gang boss in front of him about his connection with the Cook County state prosecutor, so he had to make up a reason, "I have a personal grudge with the SA captain. ”

"Vic?"

"Yes."

"Because of what?"

"Uh...... I was in the same school as his daughter and ......"

"You his daughter?"

"No, no, I turned her down."

"Hahaha!" Kenneth patted Song Ya on the shoulder and laughed, "You kid! ”