"Is there any company inquiring?" Song Ya asked.
"Of course, in addition to the original old customers, many new customers have also started to contact me. They have long noticed the new synthetic sound you invented in De Klerk and Ifeelitcoming, but they didn’t know that there was an A+ audio company. There is no way to buy it. Now we have a copyright library with a market share of 5 to 7%. It is difficult for them to get around and just bought it smoothly."
"Not bad." Song Ya felt a little more determined.
"Can't you sleep? Would you like to give you my sleeping pills?" Dile saw the blanket on the sofa.
"Forget it, you don't need to take medicine to fall asleep."
Song Yawan refused. He personally felt that the U.S. people's medication habits are very bad. They think that the medicine should be effective immediately after taking it. For example, sleeping pills, eating a kind of medicine that gradually does not work and then changing to more effective medicine, it is easy to eat. So it was upgraded to a very domineering variety, and that kind of medicine could not harm the body.
Eleven o'clock, Old Joe's car stopped downstairs.
Song Ya got into the back seat, "Hey! Boy, I did a good job in the late night show." Old Qiao held him affectionately on the shoulder.
"Thank you, what about your extended Lincoln?" Song Ya noticed that the car was a bit silly. The driver was Carl who almost never appeared outside of Old Joe's music, "Hey, Carl."
Karl turned around and smiled at him.
"That car is very eye-catching, and the space in the back row is too large, the more you sit alone, the lonelier you are..." Old Joe said.
"Uh...well, won't you participate in the protest tomorrow?" Song Ya asked.
"I am too lazy to go..."
Old Joe curled his lips, "I have seen a lot."
Song Ya knew that Lao Qiao Records seemed to be in trouble, but he didn't want to ask, nor did the other person want to talk. The two talked about other topics in a tacit understanding.
The car was turning around in Nancheng, "Carl." Old Joe suddenly shouted.
Karl immediately slammed the steering wheel, the car made a ninety-degree turn, got into an alley, then stopped and turned off.
"What's wrong?" Song Ya was slammed, hitting his shoulder against the inside of the car door, causing pain.
"It's okay." Old Joe watched the outside carefully, "There will be protests tomorrow, there are a lot of slivers on the road."
Song Ya had a bad feeling in her heart.
Just waited quietly for ten minutes, Old Joe patted Karl on the shoulder, the car restarted, drove on the road, and then went straight to the public housing area.
In the era when blacks poured into Chicago, whites built a number of public housing estates in South City to accommodate them. Most of them were more than a dozen storeys high with large internal spaces, but the quality and layout of the buildings were very poor. Gradually, this kind of community that can accommodate tens of thousands of people has become a hotbed of crime. Until now, many gangs still keep their nests inside. Because of the large number of residents, the large area and the complicated internal environment, they are most suitable for avoiding hunting.
"Old Qiao, did something happen?" Song Ya asked cautiously.
"What can I do, Mr. Kenneth wants to see you." Old Joe replied.
The car slowly slid to a stop outside a building. The public facilities here are in disrepair for a long time. The street lights are basically broken. The dark corridor door is like a monster's mouth. Song Ya doesn't know why Kenneth wants Old Joe to take him. When I brought this, I was a little panicked, and I was even more embarrassed to see this scene.
"Joe?" A voice came out in the corridor.
"Yeah!" Old Joe pushed the door open and said, "You follow him."
"Aren't you together?" Song Ya asked.
"I am here waiting for you."
"Ok."
Song Ya got off the car and walked into the door. Only then did he see a black man next to the elevator door, "with arms open." After searching, he led him into the elevator and pressed the button on the eighth floor.
The man said nothing, Song Ya didn't know what to say.
The old elevator made an unpleasant creak, and the man wore the **** bobcat flower headband on his head. The two men arrived in silence and the elevator door opened.
‘Boom! A muffled noise came from outside, and Song Ya was startled.
"Hey! Don't mess around at night!"
The man cursed, Song Ya discovered that it was just two bear kids wearing baseball gloves in the corridor playing catching balls...
followed the other person into the corridor, the lights inside were dim and dilapidated, the walls were covered with graffiti, and the air was full of deep fried food.
The man kept greeting the residents in the building, walked to a stairway, and led Song Ya to climb another floor. The ninth floor was very unusual. Several gang members were guarding the stairway, holding the model in their hands. Song Ya didn't study the different spears, only saw that they even had AKs.
The two went through a similar sentry post~www.mtlnovel.com~ and entered Kenneth’s room, which was decorated in a western style of'local tyrant', with baroque wooden furniture and some hanging on the wall. Original oil paintings and various animal horns.
"Big star, long time no see." Kenneth stood behind the boss table and opened his arms at him. The front of the table is still covered with tiger skin...
"Hey." Song Ya went to hug him.
Kenneth took out a knife from his arms...
Song Ya's heart chuckles.
He misunderstood, the other party took out a cigar from the humidor, cut it neatly with a knife, and threw it over.
Song Ya hurriedly caught.
Then Kenneth picked up a silver pistol again and pulled the trigger...
A blue flame came out of the muzzle...
Okay, Song Ya also doesn't know whether the other party acts in this way, or is deliberately scaring him...
pecked and burned the cigar at the'muzzle', "I asked you to come here just to ask about the stormtrooper that day." Kenneth said.
"How?"
"The stormtrooper took off a GD sales point and went to your place, right?"
It turns out that the other party was for this, the point of sale was blocked, and he was unscathed in the hands of the stormtrooper, which might have misunderstood them.
Song Ya's mind is turning rapidly. He doesn't want to tell the gang leader in front of him about his connection with the Cook County State Attorney, so he has to make up a reason, "I have a personal grievance with the captain of the stormtrooper."
"Vick?"
"Yes."
"Because of what?"
"Uh... I am in the same school with his daughter, and then..."
"You **** his daughter?"
"No no, I rejected her."
"Hahaha!" Kenneth patted Song Ya on the shoulder and laughed, "You kid!"
Chicago 1990 Chapter 104: Participate in activities
The next day, Song Ya was in the first row of the protest, with Michelle’s little boyfriend on the left and Pastor Allison on the right. Everyone walked slowly, holding their elbows. Behind them was a crowd of people who couldn't see the side, with flags and various anti-discrimination slogans written on them, and many people carried placards made from wooden strips and cardboard shells.