"Small things." Song Ya coaxed her a few words, "Are you tired? You can make up your sleep first, I'm going to get busy."
After Fergie settled down, Hayden, Yeremov and others, who had arrived with his colleagues, entered the study room for a meeting.
"That's basically it."
The meeting lasted for several hours. Finally, Eli, who was in charge of crisis public relations, concluded: "There are still several uncertainties. One: Now is the critical period of the general election. Both GD is located in Chicago and New York where the incident occurred. As the Donkey Party is in power, the public security in these two cities is deteriorating. The Elephant Party media may take advantage of this issue and you may be hit by APLUS."
"Is it useful for me to ask Johnson of BET (Black Entertainment Television) for help? He is from the party media." Song Ya asked.
"Yes, as soon as possible, it's time for work now." Eli raised his wrist to check his watch.
"Taraji, call Johnson." Song Ya ordered.
"Use mine, I'm not an A+ record player." Eli said.
"Will it be monitored?" Song Ya knew what he was worried about.
"It's always right to be careful."
"Okay." Song Ya dialed Johnson and said the request euphemistically.
"Don't worry about anything if you don't do it." Johnson agreed conditionally.
"Two: Law enforcement agencies must respond well. Your name cannot appear in the newsletter released by the New York Police Department today, otherwise the reporters will smell it. After all, you and Mariah Carey are the most popular among the singers present. And there have been scandals. Once the gossip media feels the potential to dig deeper, you know their morals..."
"Well, Goodman, go to the mayor's office immediately. I donated money to Dingkins and stood on the stage."
"Okay, I will go now."
Goodman immediately took the package and went to work.
"Three: Your enemies..."
"At the moment I have no enemies. I was in the honeymoon period with Sony Columbia Records. Recently, Quincy Jones didn't say anything bad about me. He played Wesley Streep. He has a sore foot and he dare not jump out."
"What about CAA?" Eli reminded: "They would be very happy to see the bad luck of William Morris' artists."
"I'm going to say hello to Donovan." Hayden went out and called.
"And the rich dad of Mira..."
"Uh, I have nothing wrong with that guy, will he hate me to that point?"
"Well, it's probably not enough. Four: Don't let those radio DJs talk nonsense." Eli continued.
"I can find someone to deal with Brooklyn and Queens, but in Harlem... I don't know if Dave Hall's words will work." Song Ya said.
"Yes, anyway, make every effort to control the impact, and don't forget your own people in Chicago."
Eli said: "Before I came, I heard Big A shout on the radio, ‘Whoever moves GD will pay the price of blood’."
"..."
Song Ya raised his head and dialed the big A mobile phone: "Do you M-FXXK want me to die!? Huh? Isn't it!?"
Screaming at the microphone, old Mike came in, "FBI and New York police, four people are here."
"Huh!" He put down the phone furiously, "Hamlin, Eli, let's come together, as previously discussed, remind me."
There were two FBI agents, and the New York police also came with two plainclothes. One of the black people was still an inspector. "Thank you for cooperating with our investigation, Mr. APLUS. Let's just take a brief look at the situation. You were at the scene, right?"
The four people were invited to sit down, the FBI person was responsible for questioning, and the two New York police officers added.
"Yes, I am here." Song Ya replied.
"You made death threats to K-Ci on stage, right?" FBI agent asked.
Song Ya glanced at Hamlin. He didn’t say anything. It’s impossible for the law enforcement agencies to grasp the situation after one night, so he replied according to the negotiated: "Uh, to explain, it’s just a normal impromptu battle. If your FBI If you have been in charge of a hip-hop singer's case, you should know that this phenomenon is normal."
"Including this?" The FBI agent gestured to the New York police. The other party took out a small tape recorder and put it on the table. Most of the tape was noise from the scene, and I could only vaguely hear myself holding it at 30. A hole in your head's cruel words.
"Yeah." It seemed that the sound was recorded by the good guys at the scene, and Song Ya replied helplessly, "It's still the same sentence. I guess you have heard the RAP content before K-Ci, and you know that everyone does this. "
"We have other evidence." Hamlin also took out a prepared video tape and played it on the spot. It was a live battle of the West Coast gang rap singer. The lyrics were basically similar.
"What time did you arrive at the nightclub at night?" The FBI didn't bother anymore and continued to ask.
Song Ya answered truthfully.
"Why are you going there?"
"Motula asked me to go, oh, he is the president of Sony Columbia Records, you can go to him to confirm."
"We will, but he has an interest in you."
Hamlin interrupted: "We are only cooperating with the investigation to catch the real murderers. This is not a testimony. There is no statement that people with interested parties cannot accept."
"Sorry."
The FBI agent took out a few photos, "Do you know this?"
Song Ya saw the turban with the six-pointed star logo, "I know, it's the gang symbol of GD."
"Are you familiar?"
"Come on, I was born in Chicago South City." Song Ya smiled.
"What about this person?" The other party showed the second photo of the GD gunman who died on the spot.
"I saw it on the news."
"So you didn't know him before?"
"do not know."
"Where is this person?" The other party showed another sketched portrait of that GD boy, who painted very similarly. It seems that he really ran away.
"I don't know." Song Ya shook his head blankly.
"Then why did you leave the microphone to run for your life when you saw them?"
"Because I saw they took out their guns..."
"You dropped the microphone after they pulled out the gun, right?"
"Of course, in that case, I don't see how the gun could drop the microphone and run away. If I make a mistake, it will be the laughing stock of everyone."
"There are a lot of people under the stage, and it's dark~www.mtlnovel.com~ I saw the headscarves they were wearing, so I paid special attention."
"So you realize their purpose there?"
"It's kind of, I know the grievances between the bragging fathers and them, of course they are all hearsay, but it has nothing to do with me."
"You have visited Little Lori, right?"
"Well, once, in San Diego."
"Has he revealed anything to you?"
"No, uh, I didn't actually see him. I just made the gesture of going to visit him, but I didn't enter his ward after entering the hospital. You know, for the sake of people in the eyes of the public." Song Ya replied.
"Let me remind you, this is a confidential conversation." Hamlin intervened.
"we know."
The FBI agent smiled and then continued to ask questions.
Sending them away, Song Ya felt his chin and thought. Now the hidden danger is the part of lying. I hope that it doesn't have an angle, and the very clear surveillance video can prove that he lost the microphone before the GD gunman took the gun.
That probability is too small, absolutely impossible.
"They shouldn't embarrass you." Hamlin said as he stood beside him.
He didn't do it by himself. If he was embarrassed, someone from the law enforcement unit was trying to engage himself. This is also unlikely. Suddenly an idea popped out in his mind, "How did they get the sketch they just took out? "
"Simulation portrait." Hamlin replied: "Professional painters drew portraits of suspects according to witness descriptions to assist the police in handling the case."
"Ok?"
Song Ya's eyes lit up, isn't it possible to use this method to find singers who have appeared in the Apocalypse MV? !
"Do you know this kind of painter? Can you contact one for me? I want the most professional one."