The deo belt seems to be on the road in the car, and there is a lot of noise. Sometimes inspiration is just a moment, so most rappers have the habit of recording a few sentences in the air, even Song Ya with an apocalypse plug-in is no exception, he sometimes writes down some words when he is bored on the transportation, after all, the words of the apocalypse songs like epirestateofd need a lot of adaptation, and save more lyrics to be prepared.

“ah！ My little henchman, how did you mess with it? Wipe away your tears and get up, this is a hundred knives...... Go and bring something delicious, you don't have to look for money. ”

"What do you think?" The FBI agent presses the stop button.

Song Ya couldn't cry or laugh a little, he did help little Lowry run errands when he played in the past, but after more than a year, he sang it into the song and arranged it, and it felt like it was still ...... It's subtle, "How did you get this kind of unreleased deo?" This is Lori Jr.'s personal belongings, right? ”

After NAS signed with Sony Columbia Records, I communicated with Pablo, and we agreed not to diss each other, of course, how to record DEO is a private matter, as long as it is not made public.

The agent shrugged and said he had no comment.

Song Ya and Goodman glanced at each other and closed their mouths, no one would take the initiative to explain anything to the FBI.

The agent continues to play, "Long live Thegangsterdisiples (GD)!" The son of a bitch dares to run rampant in front of us, and without saying a word, he shows the -eenoneone (1911 pistol model) on his waist, letting the stupid x on the east and west coasts know that there is more to this world than the lame and the blood gang......"

“nas！ Bang! Bragging Daddy! Bang! For the 'silencer'! ”

At the end of DEO, Lori Jr. names the enemies one by one, and imitates the sound of a gun with his mouth.

The cassette was idling and the agent turned off the tape.

"Uh......" Song Ya held her forehead, helpless by Xiao Lowry's spirit of not admitting herself, "FBI won't solve the case according to the lyrics, right?" Rappers do everything to rhyme, and gang rap wants this kind of tune, but most of the content is bragging. ”

"But Sean Combs (braggart daddy) was really shot, and we think yesterday's shooting was Sean Combs' revenge, and you and little Lowry ......"

"That's it."

Goodman interrupted the other party's inquiry and got up to see off the guest, "This matter has nothing to do with my client. ”

The two agents looked at Song Ya.

"I'm sorry." Song Ya also learned from him to stand up and stretched out his hand.

"Okay." After shaking hands, the other party left a business card, "Be sure to keep the conversation you just had confidential, and call this when you want to talk." "Say goodbye and go out.

"Hoo ......"

Watching the car of the two people downstairs drive away, Song Yacai let out a long sigh, "What do you suggest, Chuck." ”

"It's none of your business."

Goodman asked, "There's nothing I don't know about you and Lowry Jr., right?" ”

"No, I basically haven't been in touch with him, I met at the last new home party, and I didn't say a few words in total." Song Ya replied.

"Okay, but the FBI doesn't take it lightly when it intervenes, I know you've always been careful, but you'll have to be more careful in the future. Some A-List celebrities now deal with an average of five to ten lawsuits a year, alimony, fights, divorces, blackmail from relatives and friends, financial disputes, and the most troublesome ...... related to crime."

Goodman said, "As you get more and more popular, there will be more and more of this in the future." ”

"That's what I hired you for, I'm getting more and more popular, and you're making more and more money, aren't you?"

Song Ya took the opportunity to mention: "It's not okay if you don't want to go to court, as my personal lawyer and the legal counsel of my three companies, I don't want to go to Wilgardner for this kind of thing in the future, his fees are simply worse than robbery." ”

"Uh......"

Goodman didn't expect Song Ya to turn his face and not recognize people, so he immediately panicked and said flatteringly: "APS, we are all poor together." ”

"Improve the quality of your service, Chuck." Song Ya pointed to his simple office furnishings, "I'm constantly trying to move forward, don't leave you behind." ”

"Okay, I'll figure it out."

Goodman hastened to the rescue, "defense lawyer...... I have an old friend, Hamline Howard, who is a very good defense lawyer, and I have long wanted to be a partner with him to serve you. ”

"Is it reliable?" Song Ya asked.

"Absolutely." Goodman assured.

"Let's bring him for a chat next time." Song Ya nodded.

"Cut off contact with little Lowry, don't make a single phone call, Tony, and better don't let him live in your house again."

Just as he was about to walk out the door, Goodman reminded behind him.

Tony was scheduled to return to Chicago to report to the probation officer, and his room had always been in the villa in Hyde Park.

Song Ya paused for a few seconds, nodded and left.

Back in the studio of A Records, it was a rare desert today, and they all went home for the weekend, only Mawota was watching TV at the front desk.

"Hey, Mawota, will you take a break today? Not looking for a girlfriend? So many girls come and go here. ”

Song Ya chatted casually.

Marwota smiled shyly, pointing to the television, where the security news was playing, the march had ended, and the hundreds of thousands of excited citizens gathered on the street had not yet dispersed, and some people had begun to take advantage of the lack of police to carry out sporadic sabotage, they rushed into shops to rob and set fire to a few cars.

"It's just the daily life of Nancheng, it's not strange that you'll see you in the future."

Song Ya returned to the office and began to deal with the classified documents of Song Asheng, the four companies under his name are in very good condition, A Records and A Copyright and Asset Management Company Needless to say, DeLay expects that the revenue of A Audio's synthesized sound copyright library this year will be about 800,000 dollars, successfully reversing the declining trend of revenue in the hands of Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company, A Pedal Company has also kept the original order, and is currently working hard to develop the market on this basis, and the profit can be expected.

A Pedal Company's general manager Reese's financial statements are accompanied by a personal letter in which he again asks Song Ya to buy the land and factory buildings of the factory, claiming that this will not only reduce costs again, but also be a very promising investment.

Song Ya silently calculated his income, in terms of the four million mortgages and annual taxes and fees of the two properties in New York, he just used the rental income of the twelve units of the four-story apartment to fill the hole, and actually spent two million down payments and more than one million decoration fees, and there was not much liquidity left, but fortunately, there was also the licensing fee of the New York City for Epirestateofd plus some commercial performance income, and there was still nearly two million surplus money in the account.

The pen hung on the letter for a long time, 'Agreed, and entrusted Rieser to carry out the preliminary negotiations for the plant and land. He finally wrote down a few Chinese characters and put them in the basket to be processed, and Song Asheng would regularly collect the documents inside.

Busy until two o'clock in the morning, he slept on the sofa in his office for a while, and was woken up by Fergie at noon.

"It's time to go dance today."

Fergie rode on top of him, ticking and blowing a trumpet.

Ever since Petgi knew that the song 'Trumpet' was Song Ya's inspiration from her, she loved the trumpet so much that it almost became her exclusive toy.

"Oh, today? I forgot. Get out of the way ......"

Song Ya slapped her ass, "I haven't washed yet." ”

Unlike Mira and Mariah Carey, Fergie doesn't have the temper of a tsundere lady, "Oh. "Obediently got off Song Ya and went to the recording studio to play.

After a brief wash, Song Ya ate the pizza delivered to her and drove to a high-end private dance studio in the north of the city, where the female dancer hired last time was already waiting.

"One da, two dada......"

In the afternoon, the basic exercises with a large amount of exercise begin.

Meanwhile, Tony, who was carrying a bag, was vigorously stopped outside his home in Hyde Park.

"Hey! What's the matter with you! This is my home! You won't let me in!? ”

Tony scolded angrily and rushed to the door with rugby skills.

"Tony, Sorr, Sorr...... don’t！ ”

He was pushed back step by step, and could only lean his back against the door, and kept talking in English words that he only knew.

“fxxkou！”

Tony grabbed the handle of the door and twisted it away, "Where's your boss?" What about the Arrites? Yali! aps！ Do you understand me!? ”

"Not, uh...... no？ ”

"......" Tony gave up communicating with him, "Mom! a！ He shouted out loud as he walked around to the window on the first floor.

"Sorry, Tony, find your own place to live!"

Aunt Susie poked her head out of the second-floor window calmly, "Don't bring your trouble with little Lowry into the house, Tony. ”

“a！ I am your own son! ”

Tony threw his bag to the ground in anger and sat down on the doorstep.

Half an hour later, his anger gradually subsided, and he reluctantly picked up his bag and left step by step.

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