During the holidays, Song Ya's day is like this.

After getting up in the morning, he hung his throat and prepared for his future singing career, as Daniel said, it is always singers who make a lot of money, and the two apocalypse songs have become popular with three people, seeing that Old Joe, Little Lori and even Mira are becoming more and more popular, saying that he has no idea in his heart is self-deception. The voice condition of this body is good, and it is a waste not to use it.

After practicing his vocals, he would play the guitar or trumpet for an hour after breakfast to keep the musicality up.

Then he will read some professional books on tuning or audio processing, the more he learns, the more he feels that this industry is just a minutia, and what currently restricts all electronic products is nothing more than hardware and software performance, without these two things, the clarity and quality of the MV picture of his two Apocalypse songs are far better than all the MVs of this era, and it can't be restored to a hundred Song Ya crossed, which requires the improvement of the overall technology of the software and hardware industry. From this, Song Ya also realized a truth, since the apocalypse hinted at the future direction of progress, maybe he could also take advantage of the east wind to invest, of course, he is still not able to catch it now.

After lunch, he would exercise a little, he was now well-proportioned, and his size was still rising, but he must not develop horizontally like Aunt Susie or Tony and Connie, and the recipe specially given to Aunt Susie also eliminated junk food.

Then he'd go out and wander around Chicago's North Side to see if he could get the third apocalypse, and he would buy what he liked.

For example, the new Nissan Blue Bird in its early 10,000s in the underground parking lot of the apartment, Aunt Susie would drive it back to the south to see Connie, or go to the church she was used to going to, and then start school to pick up Song Ya and Emily, and the second-hand Ford pickup that often broke down was left for Connie.

For example, the 386 computer launched by Compaq last year on the desk, Song Ya happened to encounter a discount when he visited the electronic store, so he bought it with a hot head, and after Compaq's engineer came to install it, he was stunned for a few minutes at the black DOS interface, and never opened it again after closing it. But with this thing in the bedroom, the inexplicable feeling of emptiness disappeared after he moved in, as if this thing was an indispensable prop in the bedroom, and with it the soul was at peace, as for whether it was used or not, it didn't matter.

If he is late, he will go to a nearby Italian restaurant to eat Xinhuan meatball pasta, and the Chinese food in the United States is not to his liking, but he prefers Italian food, although I heard that it has also been 'improved'.

When I go home in the evening, sit in front of the TV and read the news, flip through the magazines, learn about the situation in politics and the music industry at home and abroad, the hottest news now is the entry of Iraqi troops into Kuwait and the announcement of Operation Desert Shield by the commander of America. The Billboard is still fluctuating at the high level of the billboard, while the studio version of the second-hand store has not been accepted by the market, and after a slight recovery, it has fallen again, and has now been squeezed out of the top 50.

Mira usually calls him at this time and tells him all kinds of troubles, what I miss you so much, how tired I am from promoting every day, why some fans are too enthusiastic, her mother is strict with this and that. The fifteen-year-old girl's heart is nothing more than those things, and Mira makes the porridge on the phone endlessly, which makes Song Ya quite excited, feeling that this is a waste of time, far less than the time the two of them spend together, they will always meet their physical needs first, and then find something to pass the time, he thinks it is more comfortable.

After that, it's a good time to study hard.

In short, Song Ya moved the whole family out of Nancheng according to the 'small goal' set after the crossing, bid farewell to the poor public security and educational environment, he made a lot of money by relying on the apocalypse plug-in, improved the life of himself and his relatives, soaked in the girl who wanted to bubble, could afford to buy what he wanted to buy, and then ......

After he found that his 'low desires' were satisfied, all that remained was the emptiness of losing the motivation to struggle.

After living in a groggy state for more than half a month, Dr. Michelle's reward was finally distributed.

'To De Klerk' was originally an essay, and as the song became popular in Quanmi, it was only natural that Michelle would fulfill the promised South African youth project.

Getting on a plane and going abroad for the first time, Song Ya's target was South Africa.

"I heard that the song has sold more than one million?" Entering a smooth flight, Dr. Michelle next to him began the conversation.

Song Ya nodded, "As I said, only by changing your thinking can you stand out." ”

Michelle smiled tacitly, "Indeed, I was surprised to hear you sing those swear words, but I have to admit that it was refreshing." ”

"Do they, I mean the South African government, know that I'm the songwriter for that song?" Song Ya asked.

"Don't worry, even if they knew, they would show their generosity, it's almost the 21st century, they are still playing apartheid, and no one in the world will support them." Michelle knew he was worried about safety, and comforted him a few words, then turned his head to look at the noisy half-boys in the back row, "Can you help me maintain order?" She asked.

There are a lot of participants in this youth activity, all of them are teenagers from all over the country, and they all seem to have some backgrounds, and Michelle who leads the team is very hard.

"Okay." Song Ya knew that this was because of her mature appearance, "Quiet! He stood up and calmed the scene down, then circled back and forth and pressed a few back to their seats.

"Perfectly completed mission......" He sat back and asked Michelle, but the cabin here was quiet, and the noise in the direction of the first class in front of him was even louder, and the men's laughter was mixed with the coquettishness of a certain flight attendant from time to time, "I can't control it over there." Song Ya made a joke.

Michelle let out a long sigh and looked at the smiling stewardesses who kept delivering drinks to the first class cabin, "People on Wall Street never forget to have fun. ”

"What are they doing in South Africa?" Song Ya asked.

"De Klerk's reforms have begun, and it is not surprising that South Africa will be transformed in a few years, and there must be countless opportunities in the political turmoil of such a large economy. Those vultures ......" Michelle beaked at Nunu in first class, who was disdainful of Wall Street, "and would not let this opportunity go." ”

The two were chatting, and a white woman about thirty years old with light blonde short hair and an extraordinary temperament came out of the first class, "Hi...... Michelle, would you come over and talk? She approached Michelle and extended an invitation.

"Forget it, Mrs. Underwood, I don't really like that occasion." Michelle declined.

"Just call me Claire." The two exchanged a few words, but Claire didn't say anything about Michelle, so she had to go back to first class.

Song Ya sensed that Michelle was very cold towards her, "Mrs. Underwood? He asked, "Is it Underwood, the last councillor at the school?" ”

"Yes, Ms. Claire runs a charity." Michelle paused, and then whispered: "She's a broker, you should try to stay away from this kind of person in the future." ”

"Broker?"

"Yes, brokers, money and power, power and money, nothing more than those dirty deeds."