"Put it on."

Lao Qiao picked up the gold chain and wrapped it around Song Ya's neck twice, and helped put on the gold watch, "Look, look at it......" He took a step back and looked at Song Ya shaking his head with satisfaction, "This is what my Nancheng boy should look like." ”

"Southtown Boys ......"

Song Ya adjusted the big thick gold chain that strangled his neck, and said with a wry smile: "Boss, is it worth your investment so much?" The security in the south city is getting worse and worse. ”

"I'm not going anywhere."

Old Joe brought him into the office, lit a cigar, and lay comfortably behind the boss's desk, "I know this neighborhood, I've lived here for decades, and I'm the king here." A lot of blacks, singing, playing ball, and being admitted to prestigious schools, can't wait to move to some noble neighborhood and be neighbors with whites at every opportunity, and all of them, those who have some ability to run...... Hell it would be nice to be safe here. ”

"Uh......" Song Ya's old face flushed slightly when she heard this.

"You're a genius APLUS, I don't think you're like those guys, I want to keep you here." Old Qiao took out a document from the drawer and threw it to Song Ya.

This is an equity transfer letter, ten percent of Old Joe's music, and the names of Old Joe and the hell bobtail boss 'Kenneth' have been signed below.

"As long as you sign it, 10 percent is yours, and it doesn't cost a penny." Old Joe said.

"I'm sorry."

Song Ya decided to shrink as soon as he saw the big guy's name, "I thank you for your kindness, but ......" He put the document back on the boss's desk.

"Don't even think about it?" Old Joe pushed the document forward a little further.

Song Ya could only try her best to shirk, "I'm really sorry, I'm ...... I'm still in high school and I don't want to ......"

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Old Joe stopped his rambling excuses, struck a match, picked up the contract and lit it.

The two silently watched the contract burn to ashes and was thrown into the paper basket by Lao Qiao, "So...... What's next for you? Old Joe asked.

"Plans? After finishing high school, I was admitted to a prestigious school......"

"What about songs? Still writing songs? ”

"Well, no inspiration yet."

"That's it...... "Old Joe hid himself behind a cloud of cigars, "and don't forget Old Joe's music when you're inspired." ”

What else could Song Ya say, "No, don't worry." ”

At this time, four black aunts came up, Song Ya knew, it was the four who took a photo with Lao Qiao on the poster of Lao Qiao's music foyer, I heard that they formed a choir group when they were young, but they didn't become popular, and now that they are older, the choir has become a harmony group, and they are barely maintaining themselves by taking on all kinds of odd jobs.

"Joe! If you lie to us again this time, we'll kill you!" ”

When the first person saw Lao Qiao, he scolded viciously at the top of his throat, and the four bucket figures like Aunt Susie crowded the office airtightly, and Song Ya took the opportunity to leave.

When I was leaving, I heard Old Joe shouting in panic inside, "Don't do it!" Don't do it! I won't lie to you again this time! Don't rip my clothes! Other! ”

Because most black men grew up in single-parent families, no matter how fierce they are in adulthood, most of them will retreat when they meet black aunts who are the same age as their mothers.

Back home, Song Ya continued his boring studies, and all kinds of knowledge, whether it was calculus or stocks, were stuffed into his brain like a whale. It's been half a year, and there's nothing else, but I always feel that my knowledge is not enough.

One hour, two hours, three hours......

Finally feeling a little tired, he rubbed his brows, left the bedroom, and lay down in front of the TV.

On the couch is the American version of Vogue for September, and Mila is dressed fashionably and her eyes are bright on the cover.

The recent calls between the two have been getting shorter and shorter, mostly accompanied by Song Ya's perfunctory responses, Mirafa complained, and then hung up the phone.

Mila is now a few levels more popular than Little Lowry, and even Song Ya, who doesn't hear anything outside the window, will frequently hear female classmates in school mention her.

Hayden helped William Morris get her brokerage contract, which led to his promotion shortly after, and now he's getting busier, and Song Ya hasn't seen him for a long time.

William Morris seems to want to make Mila a second Madonna, and the new publicity strategy is also frequently different from the opponent CAA's customer Madonna, what Madonna is not popular until she is twenty-five years old, and Mila is only fifteen years old now, and fifteen-year-old Mila has already appeared on the cover of VOGUE, leaving Madonna far behind, and what Mira's contribution to equality is not inferior to Madonna's song back then......

It seems that this is a clever trick, and the whole society is involuntarily led by the wind to make various comparisons, even SBK, under the urging of William Morris, has done a lot of work to create Mira's album, not to mention Columbia Pictures, which is waiting for Mira to join the group with a lot of promotional money. But Song Ya still didn't like this kind of low-grade forcible bundling propaganda, and Madonna didn't react at all, just like treating a harmless little insect and didn't bother to drive it away.

However, Mira's income has completely overwhelmed her now, and she has been contacted by many top luxury brands, William Morris is helping her with the screening, and the price of commercial performances is rising. Her father, Mr. Jovovich, who had lost his pants in Los Angeles, was now also turning over and was high-profile to solicit new clients for his investment firm, and Song Ya naturally said that his phone call had even reached Daniel's house.

I don't know if it's a good idea, Mira's phone called.

"I always call you on my own initiative." The first thing she said was to complain.

"I was about to call you, but I didn't expect to get a call from you." Song Ya casually made up nonsense, "How are you doing?" ”

"I miss you."

"Me too."

The two fell silent.

"You ......"

"You ......"

After a few seconds, the two of them spoke at the same time, "You speak first." Song Ya said.

"Have you had time lately? I'd go to Yellowstone for a commercial, and I'd be there for a week, and I thought, we can play there for a few days...... Dislike! I have to let the girl take the initiative to ask you out! Mira said as she became arrogant.

"Reporter ......" Song Ya hesitated.

"I'm not afraid of what you're afraid of!?"

"I'm afraid of affecting your current image, my dear, you've been gaining momentum lately."

"It's not like that, it's just a lot busier than before, a lot more tired, it's okay, the filming location is very remote, I said hello to the film crew, and the paparazzi can't get in."

"Okay."

The girl took such an initiative, Song Ya felt that if he didn't agree, he would be thundered by the sky, but he suddenly saw a somewhat familiar face on the TV screen.

"And then? Don't talk again, you do it every time! ”

“……”

"Hang up!"

'Toot doot ......toot' hung up the phone, and a busy tone came from the microphone.

"Luke? Growing pains? ”

The familiar face Song Ya saw was none other than Luke in the growing pains of the hit series, a ten-year-old child.

The third apocalypse, in those two-minute movie screens, isn't the starring role this Luke!?

Song Ya put down the microphone and his mind began to run rapidly, "Since it is a movie clip given by the apocalypse, this Luke should be very popular in the future, right?" If I follow the guidance of the apocalypse and continue to invest in this Luke, will the transaction be a sure profit? ”

He picked up the microphone again and dialed Hayden's phone, "Hey, help me find out what is the name of the actor in Growing Troubles?" What is the background? …… Okay, Leonardo DiCaprio right? I made a note of it. ”