"It's okay, Mrs. Jovovich, it's all solved."
"Resolved?" Mrs. Jovovich showed surprise in her eyes.
"Yeah, I got all the negatives." Song Ya took out the white film bag from her arms and handed it to her.
"Really!" Mrs. Jovovich carefully checked. "You are... how did you do it?"
Song Ya shrugged, "Spend money... In New York, what better way to solve the problem besides money."
"How much did it cost?" Mrs. Jovovich asked.
"One hundred thousand dollars." Song Ya didn't care.
Mira in her arms screamed, "You shouldn't give that bad old man so much money!"
"Oh, my God!" Mrs. Jovovich covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Thank you, APLUS."
"Forget it, don't mention this." Song Ya explained to the two of the rehearsal in Chicago. "SBK will be responsible for your accommodation and other expenses in Chicago during this time, because Mira is a minor SBK will also be responsible for the extra expenses in this area."
"Yeah! Dear, let's leave here and go to Chicago!" Under her mother's gaze, Mira offered a kiss.
Daniel moved very quickly. He thoughtfully sent a large RV for the band to run the propaganda, and transported the personnel and equipment to Chicago. Old Joe Music downstairs.
"This is it?" Mira jumped out of the car excitedly, looked around the surroundings, and was instantly disappointed.
"That's it." Song Ya knocked on the iron door, and it was Carl who came to open the door. "Come in, let me introduce you..."
Old Joe’s music is still the same, except that there is an extra photo of Old Joe and Congressman Underwood on the photo wall of the stairs. The posters of Lori and Al at the front desk on the second floor have also been removed and replaced by Luo. Rui's one-man show.
"Everyone knows that the security of Chicago South City is not good. The hotel is considered safe. Don't go out around Old Joe Music, especially the opposite..." Song Ya pointed to the underground nightclub opposite, "You white people Never have the idea of going in and playing."
"I understand, I understand, Alcapone! Da Da Da..." Dile gestured with his hand at the Chicago typewriter.
Song Ya smiled, Alcapone was finished early. His failure caused the mafia ebb in Chicago, which is the first first-tier city in the whole rice that is controlled by blacks.
He didn't bother to explain these words to Dile and the others. He opened the door of the recording studio and asked them to carry the equipment from the RV, and took Mila into Old Joe's office, locked the door, and Mother Mila stayed in the hotel to clean up, a rare opportunity.
moved a little bit, he put his arms around the big white girl who was still lingering on his lap, and dialed Pablo's cell phone, "Hi, Pablo, this is APLUS, is Tony next to you?" he asked.
The call was transferred to Tony's hand.
"Uh...Tony, I want to ask, and...erh not, how do you pay for your partner?"
After talking on the phone with Tony, he asked Mira to get dressed to participate in the rehearsal, got in Eric's car, went to the bank, and then returned to his slum home.
Standing outside the dilapidated home, it is hard to imagine that I was still in New York not long ago. A large group of singers and agents tried their best to figure out their own preferences and fought over their own choices.
"Hey Al, is the car repaired?" He saw Al crawling out of the car, covered in oil.
"It was repaired early, but it broke again soon, so I can only repair it continuously." Al replied.
Aunt Susie and the others are not there. They should have gone to church. Song Ya walked into her room, and the local Chicago media's news report about the popularity of second-hand stores was being broadcast on the small TV.
Al quickly turned off the TV.
"Al, be my partner, I am very short of manpower now." He searched in the room for a long time~www.mtlnovel.com~ and found a few rubber bands to tie small objects.
Al did not speak.
"Don't be **** decadent, you hate old Joe and them, you will never hate me?" Song Ya persuaded: "Or do you want to miss another chance?"
"Okay." Al insisted before long and agreed, "Thank you APLUS."
"Don't be polite to me."
Get Al, Song Ya took out five hundred knives from his arms, tied them up with rubber bands, and went out to find Eric and threw it to him, "Your share."
"Thanks, APLUS." Al didn't count, and smiled and stuffed the roll of money into his pants pocket.
This is the follower... No, another benefit of a partner is cheap. After working hard for so long, the normal salary of a tuner in New York is definitely more than that. In fact, this is also a common problem. The income of ordinary members of Chicago gangs is even far below the government's minimum wage. Even small bosses cannot meet the normal income of white-collar workers in large companies outside. Now many gang members still live with their mothers as adults, not them. Filial piety, but really no money to move out...
Take Al and return to Old Joe's music.
"Hey... Al." Carl, who has always been silent, saw Al take the initiative to say hello.
Ayer gave him a middle finger.
Carl smiled rarely.
At night, Dile and others finished the rehearsal and walked out of the old Joe’s music. From now on, Al drove the Ford pickup to take them back and forth from the hotel.
'boom! ’
Suddenly, there was a dull gunshot from the underground nightclub opposite, followed by the screams of men and women, and black and heavy silhouettes poured out like a tide from inside, a mess.
Dilay, they all looked dumbfounded.
"Welcome to Chicago." Song Ya smiled.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 42: A + Audio
The band members who have experienced shocking education are honest, and they rehearse in Old Joe’s music every day and never go anywhere.
Half a month later, Song Ya put his legs on the mixer, while staring at the rehearsal, while eating the watermelon comfortably, white people can't give it to me, I buy the head office, one is quite expensive.
It has been half a month since he came back. He had never felt so kind in Chicago South City before. Although the shooting frequency in the news was much higher than usual, staying here was more comfortable than staying in New York, where he encountered the first place after crossing. Discrimination, and you have to be very careful when you do anything and say anything. Feeling is only two words, and the heart is tired! And to be honest, the two poorly secured districts in New York are not much better than here.
In addition to supervising the rehearsal, he and Eric learned about tuning techniques. These days, he also exchanged a lot of synthesizer knowledge with Dile. There is always a gap between the quality of the accompaniment of the two apocalyptic songs, the finished product and the original singer. In summary, the problem lies in audio synthesis. The current synthesizer lacks many synthetic sounds in the original accompaniment. Dile is helping him solve this problem.
"Flower Q~Flower Q~"
Mila sang through the glass and bit her lip at herself. She was in the midst of her savour, and when she found an opportunity, she begged for joy. Old Qiao’s office was about to become a couple’s room for two, and she hardly returned to the hotel. Mrs. Veitch has reluctantly given up control.
"Flower Q..." Song Ya made a mouth shape towards her, and immediately saw the emotion in those beautiful eyes.
"Ahem."
Hayden at the door walked in with a fake cough, "I introduced an agent to Ellie, and he will arrange everything. You two will not have an intersection in the future."
Ellie...Song Ya called her to break up with her as early as in New York. She kept calling the pager and entangled for a while and accepted the reality. She relied on Song Ya to show a few seconds close-up in the second-hand store MV. With the MV becoming popular, a scout went to the school to find her. She begged Song Ya again, and Song Ya could only leave the matter to Hayden to arrange.