"Go to war?" Hayden didn't understand, "here?"
"The gang war is probably to grab territory." Song Ya was a little grateful that he had made enough money to leave in time. "Hayden, please help me get a pager. You will try to contact me by phone in the future, and you will not go to Nancheng. Your car is too new."
"OK, I understand, indeed, every time I drive to your neighborhood, I feel a little flustered~www.mtlnovel.com~Hayden is so happy.
"Such a big thing..." Aunt Susie hesitated, "Where shall we move? And by then the relief agency..."
"Don't think about welfare, I can afford you in the future." Song Ya had already calculated the future. "First find a suitable middle school, then we will rent a house nearby, and then help Connie find a community college. There is no way for a better university, the money is not enough."
"You are such a good boy." Aunt Susie was so moved that she hugged Song Ya and cried. "I knew you were different from other Ngers, Tony, he had been with Little Lori for so long and didn't have any money. Take it home."
"Alex is a good boy." Hayden helped. "There are not many who can do this for the family. Even if we are white people, many people have never returned to the big city after leaving home at the age of 18. The parents are old. Just send it to the nursing home..."
"Maybe it's the reason why I have half of Chinese ancestry..." Song Ya patted Aunt Susie on the back, she was too heavy, and she would be strangled to death if she held it longer.
"What about Ellie?" Aunt Susie let go of him and sat upright, wiping the tears from her face.
"Ellie? How do you know us..." Song Ya was surprised.
"Huh, Ellie would like the whole world to know that she is your girlfriend, how could I not hear the news." Aunt Susie became proud.
Song Ya sighed, "What else can I do, break up, after all, I won't be in a school anymore."
"Little villain!"
Aunt Susie patted Song Ya on the arm, "I thought you would be a good man through and through."
"It’s not normal to break up if the boyfriend and girlfriend are not married."
Song Ya shrugged, "I can only blame my other half of black ancestry," he thought to himself.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 30: Participate in the MV again
Within a few days, Hayden drove the car to the door of his house.
Song Ya crawled out of bed with a yawn, looked at the alarm clock, four o'clock in the morning.
Al with a beard and explosive head wears headphones and uses a pillow to cushion his butt. The small TV is facing the other side of the bed, and a poster is added to block the light. There is only a slight click of the handle in the room.
Hey, how could a hip-hop singer become a dead-end game?
Song Ya shook his head helplessly.
Previously, Pablo was willing to take the initiative to pull Ayre back. After working with SBK, this road was completely broken. SBK's strategy is to go first with singles. Since there is no Ayre in the second-hand store, then Pablo is impossible. Pull him back to divide the money.
With a good hand played like this, Song Ya’s previous sympathy for him has long since disappeared. For more than a month, he could not sleep well at night. Now this picture is still the result of several severe negotiations. Aunt Susie came forward and drove people away. If you don't leave him, the black Buddy looks invincible.
Fortunately, I can get rid of this guy when I move.
Washed and dressed and went downstairs. Hayden was sitting at the table, eating scrambled eggs made by Aunt Susie. On the table were a pile of documents and a pager.
Song Ya picked up the pager, which had a straight display with a display function. There was a plastic buckle on the back. He hung it on his waist and tried it. Although many people wore it like this, it was inexplicably rustic, and he stuffed it into his pocket. Too big, just throw it directly into the bag.
took the scrambled eggs handed over by Aunt Susie and ate them while looking at the documents.
The number of the pager and the shopping receipt, etc., he calculated the amount and directly signed a check and put it in front of Hayden.
Then there is the sales statistics of Old Joe’s music. In more than a month, Lori II’s album sold more than 68,000 copies, and he was allocated a royalty of early 3,000, and the check of Old Joe’s music is attached to the back. The later release of the album will be owned by SBK, and Old Qiao Music will no longer be responsible for sales. He received the check, and signed another one-tenth of the check to Hayden to pay the commission, saying: "This sales volume is pretty good. After one or two years, there will be more than ten to two hundred thousand copies. ."
Hayden shook his head, "Too few. According to SBK, Old Joe made two fatal mistakes. One was that the publicity failed to keep up, which caused the album to fail to gain momentum. Now the audience is chasing the trend and the songs are not. It’s popular, they will naturally think it’s not good to give up buying. Second, the distribution is too conservative and only cassettes are released. Many people covered by the propaganda cannot buy records, so they simply choose to transcribe. Anyway, cassette transcription is convenient, which further causes The loss of future buyers."
"That's why we chose SBK, didn't we?" Song Ya continued to process the next one, not a document, but two color photos, one of herself and Underwood shaking hands, and one of Michelle.
"I went to the reporters present to ask for it. It was a good shot. You are very photogenic." Hayden joked, "Would you like to find two frames to frame?"
"Forget it." Song Ya put the photo aside, "They are not really big people, are they? I wouldn't be embarrassed if Underwood was not elected to the Federal Assembly."
"Whether they are big people depends on your own level." Hayden said.
Song Ya thinks that it makes sense. He takes down a book he is reading from upstairs and puts two photos in it.
"The book can say no..."
Hayden saw the cover of the book, "Sony bought Columbia's film and music department, Panasonic bought MCA records, Mitsubishi bought Rockefeller Center, you look at the cars running on the road now, maybe in a few years, we You have to work for the notebooks."
Song Ya shrugged. Speaking of the car, the eight-year-old Ford pickup truck that hadn't been bought for a long time was broken by Connie, and he was still lying at the door. Centennial Ford was destroyed by... Connie.
Speaking of Connie, she lazily hugged Emily who was still not awake and went downstairs.
The last few documents are familiar portrait authorization letters. The reason they got up so early was that they wanted to shoot the MV again, which was naturally a second-hand store.
"The producer of SBK said that the director wanted to take advantage of the light and shadow at sunrise. We are not in time. The professional makeup artist they hired to put on the girl’s makeup is very slow. This is a big production. I heard that it will be on MTV. Broadcast."
Hearing Hayden's words, Connie rushed out of the door holding Emily, and got into the front seat of the Dodge Dynasty.
"Don't you two have breakfast? Bitch!" Aunt Susie said in the morning.
"Let's go too."
Song Ya put the scrambled egg in his mouth, and went out with Hayden, the car crossed several streets, and stopped in front of Ellie's house and honked a few horns.
After a while, Allie climbed down the window on the second floor and ran into the car like a thief.