Chapter 158: Disillusionment
At half past nine, Song Ya distributed 20,000 chips to the people under his hands in the background, "Forget it after spending, restrain yourself, and come here at twelve o'clock to gather." He pointed to NAS again, "You ......."
"I know, I'm going to take a good look at them." NAS itself has two younger brothers, which is the biggest unstable factor in this trip.
Including Fergie, everyone scattered excitedly with their chips.
"MR. APLUS, THERE'S AN OLD FRIEND UPSTAIRS, WOULD YOU LIKE TO MEET HIM?" The casino entertainment manager came over and said.
"Who?" Song Ya asked.
The manager smiled: "We want to keep the VIP guests secret, you know in the past, he asked me to call you." β
"Little Lori?"
In this kind of place, playing to the VIP level, it is estimated that Xiao Lowry can do it among Song Ya's acquaintances, and if it were him, he would not go.
"No, but also from Chicago."
"Chicago?"
Song Ya recalled, probably Quincy Jones is the most suitable, he is a Chicagoan, and he has enough financial resources.
"Okay."
Quincy Jones gave herself the idea of buying an American music magazine, and Hayden did, as he taught, to get the magazine's editor-in-chief, Shirley Fleming's annoying white old woman, to promise to help secure membership in the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences (NARAS). Although there is no result yet, it shouldn't be a big problem, Quincy Jones has helped himself, and this face needs to be sold, "You lead the way." β
Together with Hayden, he was taken into the VIP elevator by the manager, and traveled all the way up to a VIP room.
There was a black bodyguard standing at the door, and when he saw Song Ya, he opened the door.
It's a big suite, and some black guys who look like they are watching the TV, "YO, APLUS!" They all knew Song Ya, but Song Ya didn't know any of them.
"Your hole card is an ace? I don't believe it, huh? Don't try to scam me! β
The voice of the Chicago darling came from within.
"Jordan?" Song Ya was surprised, but he didn't expect that this player with such a good personal image turned out to be a VIP of this casino.
"I'll wait for you here." Hayden didn't want to go in.
"Hey, APLUS! You've come just in time. Jordan shouted inside.
Song Ya and a middle-aged white man staggered by, "Richard, you are so disappointed!" Jordan shouted at the white man again.
"I don't like to play." The white man named Richard replied to him: "Tomorrow the golf course is waiting for you, bring the check, dare you come?" β
βFXXKοΌβ Not to be outdone, Jordan said, "Wait until I get your out." β
The two fought a few words, and Richard left, "APLUS, sit, it's up to you, Richard doesn't play." Jordan sat behind the green table, cigar in his mouth, and looked like a big guy, "Sit down, boy, don't be stunned, Jaime, tell him about our rules." β
"We play...... ...... per bet" A black man with a very gang temperament at the table explained the rules to Song Ya.
Song Ya did the math in his heart, playing like this about 100,000 dollars a night, it's okay.
"APLUS, IT'S OKAY TO PLAY THIS WITH YOUR INCOME, RIGHT?"
Another black man turned around, he sat across from Jordan, Song Ya didn't pay attention to him just now, it turned out to be an NBA star player, Charles Barkley of the 76ers.
"Well, I've never played a card before." Song Ya walked over to the empty seat and sat down.
"This kid makes a lot more than we do." Jordan seemed to be very addicted to drugs, and while talking, he knocked on the stage to urge the dealer to deal cards, "Come to Las Vegas and sing for a few days, you can pay half a year's salary Believe it or not?" β
βWTFοΌβ
Charles Barkley looked at Song Ya with a look of envy, jealousy and hatred, "Singer ah? I knew that I also played music, and I trained to play ball by plane all year round, and I trained to play ball by plane...... I've had enough! β
"Don't blow it, do you want to see the cards?"
"Raise ......"
The two sang and talked together, without delaying the gambling game at all.
At twelve o'clock, Hayden came over on time to remind.
"I have a performance, I'm about to leave......" Song Yaxiao lost more than 10,000 yuan, after all, he is a novice, so he should pay a tuition.
"Hey, you're so disappointed!" Jordan scolded, and in a good mood, he hugged the winning chips in front of him, and most of the money Song Ya lost went to him.
"There's no way, just beg for a living." Song Ya shrugged and stood up.
Jordan urged the black man named Jaime again, "Call and find another one." β
"Michael, how's the Nike shorts?" Song Ya took this opportunity to shake hands with him and asked.
"I don't know, you ask David." He was referring to his agent, David Falck.
"Okay, then we'll get in touch again." Song Ya and Hayden left together.
"This kid is good, he's going to be a good poker buddy, he's going to be a good poker buddy, hahaha......" Jordan laughed from behind him.
"Nothing will happen to him if he bets like this, right?" In the elevator, Songya asked Hayden.
Hayden thought for a moment, "Don't worry, an agent like David Falke should know it." β
After this episode, Song Ya focused on the performance, ended the performance in the early morning, and the next day, he also went to the golf course at the invitation of Jordan. I didn't expect that Jordan could even gamble on golf, he and the white man Richard yesterday seemed to be angry, and Song Ya saw that the denominations of the cheques they changed hands were 100,000 dollars and 100,000 dollars.
In the next two days, Song Ya politely declined his invitation, and it didn't end well if this thing was stained, especially the gambling of Chinese Americans is actually very heavy, and besides, poker is not as fun as Becky.
After his trip to Las Vegas, he returned to New York, participated in a variety show, and showed a trumpet to Quan Mi to match the 'trumpet' single that was distributed simultaneously.
On the sixth, during a radio promotion, he met the same running propaganda again. A of Dre and Snoop Dogg.
"Tell him! Drey. Dre pulls Song Ya into privacy, and Snoopy Dogg brings it up again.
DRE WAS STILL CAREFUL, "HEY, APLUS, WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE SHOOTING OF LOWRY JR. AND THE LOCAL SINGER IN NEW YORK?" β
"I'm not going to say anything, Dreish, I'm never involved in anything like that." Song Ya mentioned 120,000 points of caution.
"That little local character called Daddy Bragging is still afraid of little Lowry after all, isn't it?" Dre changed his question, and his words represent the judgment of most of the melon-eating masses who now have gang knowledge.
Daddy Boast was beaten by Lori Jr.'s henchman, and then he sent Lori Jr.'s henchman to jail, and then Lori Jr.'s gunman wounded Daddy's henchman in the leg, and Daddy Bragging retaliated only to shoot him in the air.
If there is no more action between the two sides in the follow-up, just these few encounters still show that the braggart daddy is not confident enough, and he is afraid of the GD behind Little Lowry after all, after all, GD really dares to send gunmen to New York to commit crimes, and he really dares to shoot and hurt people.
As a gang rapper, Little Lowry unexpectedly gained a lot of favor among the male blacks at the bottom of the meter this time, and they admired the ruthless people in that sentence.
GD's image has also been 'improved' in their minds through this incident.
βGDοΌ They're strong in Chicago! Little Lowry is GD's, APLUS is too, don't hesitate Derui, we don't have much time. "Snoop Dogg is in a hurry.
"Okay." Dre took a deep breath, "APLUS, WHETHER YOU ADMIT YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH GD OR NOT, I MADE IT CLEAR THAT WE WANT TO LEAVE. A, we need a strong person to protect us from Big E's retaliation, and we have to force Big E to terminate the contract voluntarily, and our contract has not expired. β
βWTHβ¦β¦β
Song Ya was stunned, it was really like what Escuber said. AWe are finishing? Diaverum is. A's soul character, he wants to leave, isn't this to finish?
Jordan is a gambler, and Dre is looking for a gunslinger to deal with his brother Big E, which is so disillusioned, "Your album won the weekly sales championship not long ago!" β
βBULLSHXTοΌ What does that have to do with us? Big E doesn't pay a penny! He hacked our money! Derui became excited as he spoke, "You may not believe it, I have debuted for so many years and produced so many blockbuster songs, and I definitely don't make as much as you have earned in the past six months!" β
"yes, what the fuck." Snoopy Dogg scolded from the side.
"How about we go to your A+ record? As long as you help us get the big E, you don't have to really do it, just send a gunman to scare and scare him, he used to be a small drug dealer, and he has no status in the lame gang. "I've prepared a lot of songs for myself and Snoop Dogg, and when I get to you, one album per person, it won't take long to make it, you just have to help make it and wait for the money!" β
"I'm sorry, I really don't want to get involved in this kind of thing, why don't you go to the rest of GD, Old Joe, Little Lowry?" Song Yacai doesn't do this kind of gang-related thing, even if he has the opportunity to recruit Nadrey, a well-known producer and a leading figure in gang rap, even if it is possible to pick up two albums for a lot of money. The calculation does not mention blackness, just this guy beats a woman, Song Ya can't look down on it.
"They have enough gang strength, but they can't make music."
Dre said the truth, he looked at the unmoved Song Ya, "Forget it, it's still the same sentence, just because I didn't say these words." The two had no problem with him, so they had to say goodbye unwillingly and leave.
"This kid is inflammatory......" Snoop Dogg scolded.
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