"Second, the protagonist’s mother has a master’s degree and has an elegant manner. The street boy’s mother is generally a rude housewife with no culture."
"Three, although the protagonist's parents are divorced, the protagonist can live with his father. This is impossible among street boys. Most black fathers have no sense of responsibility."
"Four, the protagonist’s father not only has a tall financial job, he can be polite in a high-end restaurant, but also shoot when a thief enters the house. He never uses violence to his son but patiently teaches the community. Residents can give a wonderful speech pointing to the general trend of the United States. This...hahaha..." Song Ya said and laughed, "This is simply the father template of the street boy's dream. In fact, black fathers often mix with gangs. , Bullying and fearing hardship, domestic violence is commonplace, and besides the words at the beginning of F, it can't give any useful insights."
"Fifth, the protagonist not only learns well, is honest, but also has a group of brothers who are ruthless. This is impossible in reality. There is no such kind of gang in slums that you can come to help at any time when you are in trouble, and then do not drag you down brothers?"
Song Ya counted and counted that one hand was not enough. "Six, the supporting role played by Escobe finally succeeded in avenging his younger brother. He held a pistol and executed the enemies one by one. This is definitely a kind of revenge in the eyes of street boys. Refreshment, don't they mix gangs just to have that kind of shining moment one day?"
"Seven, the protagonist's father even cast out the stereotype of drug proliferation in the black area in his speech, saying that Hollywood and Washington have drugs, and the white people started clamoring to clear the drug problem in the black area. This is simply too... "Song Ya thought about the adjectives for a long time, "It's too shameless, but the street boys who deal with drugs every day will listen."
"There are eight, remember the song where N.W.A yelled at the police officer? They said that black police officers are more hateful than whites. This movie depicts a black police officer who makes people hateful..."
"By the way, there are nine. The protagonist's girlfriend comes from a pious Catholic family, and she still sticks to her blood in her twenties. Where can you find this kind of girl in a slum?"
After Song Yayi finished the long talk, Hallie's eyes turned from respect to worship, "APLUS, how does your head grow? Are you not really familiar with the film industry? Can you analyze so much..."
"I am not familiar with movies, but I am familiar with the psychology of street boys. I also came out of Chicago South City."
Song Ya patted her on the shoulder, "This movie will never be bad at the box office. As I said, it is very popular with the boys in the neighborhood."
The doorknob rang again, and the two laughed and rolled together again.
At four in the morning, Taraji drove Song Ya on the streets of Los Angeles, observing the position of the paparazzi's motorcycle in the rearview mirror from time to time, "Is this the life of a star?" She said excitedly: "Spotlight, woman , Body, paparazzi, news."
"You sum it up accurately, Taraji."
Song Ya lay lazily in the back seat, "You didn't drink a bar on your body?"
"If you didn't allow me to drink, I really can't help myself." Taraji said: "The men in the body are too enthusiastic."
"Very well, continue to control, I don't need an assistant who is drunk on the body, how is the response of the premiere?" Song Ya asked.
"Very good, the audience was discussing the plot enthusiastically after they came out."
Taraji turned on the radio and said, "The Block Boys premiered today. There was a disturbance outside some theaters that night. Some viewers seemed to link this movie to the Rodney King case not long ago..." Anxiously broadcasting.
"Black movies seem to be promising."
Song Ya was very rewarding at the film’s premiere. "Spike Lee’s jungle craze is to pay attention to social issues and then participate in major film exhibitions~www.mtlnovel.com~ to win the prize and then go back to grab the box office. , And this block boy lowered his figure and weaved a dream world that made the black community happy. Both movies were completed perfectly, and both roads worked..." He felt that he was open again.
After resting in the hotel for one night, Song Ya called Mila and Halle goodbye, and then returned to Chicago.
"Professional bodyguard?"
Hamlin Howard and Chuck Goodman completed the merger of law firms, and now the name of the law firm serving the three companies of Songya has been changed to Goodman and Howard Law Firm.
"Do you have any suggestions for Hamlin." Song Ya raised the matter of bodyguards when he re-signed with them.
"How about my personal choice? I can definitely trust it infinitely."
Hamlin said, "Goodman, do you remember the old man who looked at the parking lot in his home court? McEmman Trout, he is a Vietnam War veteran, he has all kinds of gun certificates, and he is very reassuring. A person."
"We all call him Old Mike."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 163: Old Mike
Song Ya met the old Mike a week later. He took the initiative to meet the old janitor while he was in New Mexico for publicity. He had no response to the popular singer’s dignity and nobility, and he had a neat gray beard. Not much, his voice is hoarse, his hands are always in his jacket pockets, squinting at people. The price is also very outrageous. In addition to exceeding the annual salary of a professional bodyguard, he also needs to buy a high commercial insurance for his three or four-year-old granddaughter to protect his education and living expenses from childhood to adulthood.
Facing an old lion who was guarding the door, Song Ya unexpectedly agreed. When he saw the old man, he intuitively felt that he was reliable, especially when he saw the old man’s large number of hidden gun licenses and cross-state gun licenses. , After the licensed gun license on public transportation.
So Taraji can also be freed from the role of driver and concentrate on assistant affairs.
In Chicago, Old Mike parked the Volvo 960 in front of his Hyde Park home. Taraji ran out of the passenger seat to open the door for him.
"Haha, is it 15 million at the box office in the first week? My prediction is correct. Halle, the block boy movie will make a lot of money. It costs only 6.5 million!"
Song Ya smiled and stepped out of the car door, talking on the phone with Halle Berry all the way, "Es Cube can sleep well, he slapped N.W.A in the face."
"Oh? Jungle fever is down? How is the final result?"
"Thirty million at the box office in North America? That's not bad, the big mouth is cheap."
"My name is Spike Lee Big Mouth, because he said bad things about me, haha. Yes, of course he is a good director. Samuel Jackson and you are both outstanding in his hands..."
"I'm busy with other things, I'll talk next time."
He hung up the phone, "Hey, Dali, there is nothing wrong at home recently?" He chatted with Dali who came up, and shouted to the two men who had brought the big bags from the trunk: "Taraji, Mike, Choose your own bedroom. There are a lot of vacant rooms at home."
"Yeah." Taraji excitedly went to choose a room.
Old Mike chose the smallest bedroom, and then took a pen and paper to survey the front and back of the house. "I made a list of monitoring equipment. The doors and locks need to be replaced, and the windows on the first floor have to be remodeled. "After the incident, he found Song Ya.
"Wow." Song Ya admired his professionalism. "Look at the parking lot? No problem. I will ask the accountant to come over later, and you can discuss the purchase. I have a house in New York. Wait. Let’s do the same after finishing the decoration."