"On the contrary." Hayden smiled. "The first week's box office was over 7.9 million."
"A 14 million investment movie, is this a good result?" Song Ya asked.
"There are only more than 600 theaters showing this film, and the box office of the single theater is $12,000. This is a very good result." Hayden Cop said: "It is more than enough to recover the cost of the theater screening alone."
"SHXT, that big mouth will definitely be more arrogant in the future." Song Ya was a little disappointed, "I told him last time that black movies don't make money. Will he use it to demean me again?"
Hayden shrugged. "It's up to fate. With the nominations and awards in Cannes, it is difficult to lose money for his films. Cannes generally only has the best actor and actress award, but this time it set a special exception for Samuel Jackson's performance. The Best Supporting Actor Award. With this gimmick, many people enter the theater to see how amazing Samuel Jackson’s performance is."
"It can only be so." Song Ya sighed.
"Call me back..."
Outside Goodman's office, he saw two white men in their thirties in suits waiting there.
"The two outside are the FBI." Goodman was a little nervous, and when Song Ya entered, he immediately closed the door, "They came for Little Lori."
"What? Why did you come to me?" Song Ya was also surprised.
"I don't know." Goodman pointed to the tape recorder on the table. "You will be careful when you speak. I will remind you what questions you can answer. Speak at a slower rate for every sentence so I can intervene at any time."
"Wait, don't I have the right not to accept the police's inquiry?" Song Ya asked.
"Yes, you have the right, but if there is nothing to be afraid of, the FBI's questioning is generally better to cooperate." Goodman explained, "Otherwise not only will the FBI's attention be drawn to you, they will also find other The means cause trouble for you, and the gain is not worth the loss. They have more power than the police."
"Ugh."
Song Ya sighed and sat behind Goodman's desk. Goodman opened the door to let the two FBI agents in.
"Mr. APLUS, when did you meet Little Lori?"
The opponent really came for the shooting of Little Lori.
"Who is Tony from you?"
"You are a big star, but your cousin is in the hands of Lori?"
"The collaboration between you and Lori..."
According to Goodman, FBI agents have all received professional training in idioms, and he couldn't help but cope with the spirit of 120,000 points. While vomiting a few words, he always observed Goodman's expression.
"You all have GD background?" After a few simple questions, the other party suddenly attacked.
"I don't understand you..." Song Ya was halfway through~www.mtlnovel.com~ Goodman raised his hand and hinted, he stopped immediately.
"Mr. Agents, please don't use leading questions to my customers. We have said before, otherwise I will immediately stop the inquiry." Goodman said.
"Well, you all worked at Old Joe Music, right?"
"How do you collaborate with Old Joe Music?"
"We have a demo of the song, is it convenient to listen to it?"
The two agents took out the cassette and small tape recorder and started playing.
"Yeah! I'm GD's child, Amelica allows me to break through, and whoever dares to offend me, just ask him to take a shot..."
It’s the voice of Little Lori. I’ve heard from Tony. His second album does seem to be about to transform into gangster rap, but it still sings as bad as ever. "The Nancheng basketball court is full of memories. APLUS was staggered by me. ..."
"..."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 153: Do not confess
The demo tape seems to be on the road with a lot of noise. Sometimes the inspiration for writing songs is only a moment, so most rappers have the habit of recording a few words secretly. Even Song Ya, who has the Apocalypse plug-in, is no exception. He sometimes remembers when he gets bored on transportation. Words or something, after all, words like EmpireStateofMind's apocalyptic songs need a lot of adaptations, so save more lyrics to be prepared.
"Ah! My little attendant, how did you mess with it? Dry your tears and get up. This is a hundred dollars... to bring something delicious, no money."
"What do you think?" The FBI agent pressed the stop button.
Song Ya was a little bit dumbfounded. He did run errands for Lori when he was playing, but he sang it into the song more than a year later and arranged it. It felt... quite subtle, "How did you get this? No demo? Is this little Lori's personal belongings?"
After NAS signed a contract with Sony Columbia Records, they communicated with Pablo, and everyone agreed whether to DISS each other. Of course, how to record the demo is a private matter, as long as it is not made public.
The agent shrugged, saying that he had no comment.
Song Ya and Goodman looked at each other and closed their mouths. No one would take the initiative to explain to the FBI.
The agent continued to play, "Long live theGangsterDisciples (GD)! The son of a **** dare to be rampant in front of us, without saying a word, reveal the M-;oneone (M1911 a pistol model) on the waist, let the silly X on the east and west coasts know this The world is more than cripples and blood gangs..."
"NAS! Bang! Bragging father! Bang! For the'silencer'!"
At the end of the demo, Lori called his enemies one by one, and used his mouth to imitate the sound of shooting.
The cassette was spinning idly, and the agent turned off the recording.
"Uh..." Song Ya held his forehead, and was helpless by Little Lori's self-assertion spirit. "The FBI won't solve the case based on the lyrics? The rapper can do everything to rhyme, and the gangster raps. What is needed is this kind of tune. In fact, most of the content is bragging."
"But Sean Combs (braggering daddy) was really shot. We think the shooting yesterday was Shawn Combs' revenge. You and Lori..."
"Let's stop here."
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.
"Sorry." Song Ya also learned from him to stand up and stretch out his hand.
"Okay." The other party shook hands and left his business card. "Be sure to keep the conversation confidential. Call this phone when you want to talk." He left the house.
"call……"
Seeing the two people downstairs driving away, Song Ya sighed, "Do you have any suggestions, Chuck."
"It's none of your business."
Goodman asked, "There is nothing I don't know about you and Lori?"
"No, I have basically no contact with him. I just met at the new home party last time and didn't say a few words in total." Song Ya replied.
"Okay, but the FBI should not be taken lightly if it intervenes. I know you have always been very careful, but you have to be more careful in the future. Now some A-list stars have to deal with an average of five to ten lawsuits a year, alimony, fights, Divorce, extortion from relatives and friends, financial disputes, and the most troublesome side of crime..."
Goodman said: "As you become more and more popular, there will be more and more such things in the future."
"I hired you for this. I'm getting more and more popular, and you earn more and more, right?"
Song Ya took the opportunity to mention: "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 Will Gardner anymore for this kind of thing. It's harder than robbery."
"Uh……"
Goodman didn't prevent Song Ya from turning his face and denying him. He immediately panicked and said flatly, "APLUS, we all came out of poverty together."
"Improve the quality of your service, Chuck." Song Ya pointed to his simple office furnishings, "I am working hard to advance, don't leave it behind."
"Well, I will find a way."
Goodman hurried to save, "Defense lawyer...I have an old friend, Hamlin Howard, who is a very good defense lawyer. I have long been interested in finding him as a partner to serve you together."