"Uh, I..." The girl didn't know what to say at first.
"Are you still drinking alcohol right now?" Hamlin put his hands on the witness stand and stared at her.
"I, I didn't, anymore..."
"You lied! The night before the party, when you received a call from the so-called as fan in your testimony, you were drinking with a friend in a bar. As far as I know, your friend said that you took the count. Unclear wine, then get drunk and leave with the two men you just met..." Hamlin moved forward to talk about the body, exerting the greatest pressure.
"I object!"
"The opposition is valid."
It didn't matter, the girl saw her father suddenly got up, pushed the door to leave the court, and suddenly began to collapse and cry.
"As, is this your means of exoneration? It's really dirty!" The original fan suddenly yelled at here.
"Quiet!" The judge knocked on the hammer.
"It's not me who drinks alcohol, and it's not me who blackmails people, what's the matter? You..." Song Ya ignored the judge, looked around at him and the plaintiff and the family members of the plaintiff in the gallery, and said loudly, "Thinking of my money It’s easy to pick? It’s easy to make money without conscience? Ah? No! Don’t even think of getting a penny from me!"
"Quiet! Quiet!"
The judge stared, "I won't treat singers differently here, and I will sentence you to contempt of court if you do this."
"I apologize, Your Honor." Song Ya looked at these people with angry or uneasy gazes, raised his hand, and surrendered to the judge.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 409: Jazzy
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"I object, Your Honor, and the defense lawyers are using unsubmitted evidence to cross-examine our witnesses."
When Hamlin repeated the tricks of the second witness, the prosecution's lawyer once again loudly objected. They were called by the judge, argued in a low voice for a long time, and then returned to their seats.
"According to the negotiations between the lawyers of both parties, I decided to adjourn the court temporarily and wait until the new evidence is submitted. The time will be notified separately." The judge knocked the hammer and left the court directly after speaking.
The people in the auditorium sighed with incomprehension and disappointment. They wanted to swindle money from the celebrity, just because the celebrity had no time and couldn't afford it. But if celebrities are really willing to accompany the consumption, then they will be in trouble. The game of litigation for the rich is not something that ordinary wage earners can afford. They ask for leave to go to court or testify every now and then, and the job is not necessary. ? U.S. loan consumption is prevalent, and monthly bills won't disappear without work.
Moreover, Song Ya also put on a super leisurely posture, claiming that every court must be there, even if a special flight from Chicago responds to the complaint, it will not hesitate to pay you a penny.
After the adjournment, some people gathered around the plaintiff's lawyer to question. Song Ya cast a contemptuous glance at the vulture who was looking at him, got up and left with Hamlin and others.
"APLUS, can help us..." Several local fans took the opportunity to ask for autographs.
"Don't come again next time, okay? There is no need to affect life for this kind of thing." Song Ya cared about them gently and drizzlely.
"You will definitely win." The fans expressed their touch.
"Heiglandai! Criminal!" a young family member of the accuser scolded here.
"I want to sue this man on behalf of Mr. APLUS." Hamlin immediately walked over to the nearby bailiff, "You heard his discriminatory remarks just now."
"Are you serious?" The bailiff questioned, but immediately walked towards the opponent.
"Hey, hey, there is no need to do this." A few older family members came to make peace.
"Forget it." Song Ya turned his heart to sign, called Hamlin back, and left the court arrogantly like a victorious general.
This time Mariah Carey really had a party at Tribeca's "new" house, but unfortunately she was stared at by the paparazzi very strongly this time, so she had to go to the NAS home for a stroll, and then go there at night.
The NAS, which sold well for his first album, also bought a new house, but he did not leave Queens. He is now arched out by the sluggish East Coast rap circle to fight against the ferocious West Coast rappers. New York’s local media has a strong influence, although His record sales are far inferior to Derry and Escobe, or even to 2PAC, but he has made a lot of momentum. Some people call him the'second Rakim'.
"Piracy in the Greater New York area is too rampant, otherwise I would sell a lot more records."
NAS’s new home is a single-family villa. He took Song Ya around and complained, “It’s also a bit small, so I didn’t make much of it. I just plan to make it a temporary place to stay. I will run more this year and earn more money before changing. "
This guy's style is no different from other rappers from bad backgrounds. The classmates have changed from two to five, six, seven, eight, or more than a dozen... Anyway, Song Ya can’t tell the difference. He’s on the basketball court in his yard. Those old blacks who are playing inside and outside, which ones are his followers, which ones are purely for fun, there are so many people who are playing five-on-five and there are still people looking for them.
There are many black girls playing beside the swimming pool.
"YO, APLUS, the clothes are good." His first two attendants were familiar with him, and the two of them laughed at the suit when they came up.
"Hey! Hot girl..." Someone whistled at Taraji who followed behind him.
NAS his father Jones rushed out, "M-Fxxk hit your ball, shut up Nger!" yelled at them, and then cheerfully greeted Song Ya in the door.
"I watched your interview outside the courthouse, it was great!" Old Jones complimented: "This is the old-school style that is truly respected by white people."
"Don't pay attention to him." NAS was not too happy to listen to the old man's nagging, and pulled Song Ya up to the second floor. He also set up a small recording studio at home.
"Is your next album on the agenda?" NAS asked.
"No, I'm more interested in other things right now." Song Ya naturally wouldn't blow around before making a movie.
"Law school ah?" NAS was misunderstood. "You are really good. You will go to a prestigious school. By the way, you said something is wrong with me?"
"Taraji."
Tell Taraji to go out and close the door, Song Ya showed up the portrait of the male singer of EmpireStateOfMind, "Do you know this person?"
Before coming, he took the opportunity to ask Fergie, she didn't know the original lead singer of WhereIsTheLove and IgottaFeeling, so the next step was to ask NAS about the two original singers of EmpireStateOfMind.
He thinks so. The male singer is older and read the lyrics in Brooklyn. According to his boasting in the lyrics, he has also sold slapsticks. This kind of person will not be unknown in the local area. NAS should have some To understanding. The female singer is young and I don’t know how old it is. Although it is more urgent to find her, it is safer to find the male singer first, and then estimate how old the female singer is before finding someone.
"Jazzy!"
NAS really knew, "Isn't this guy Jazzy!? What kind of ghost portrait, why are you holding this? Did he mess with you?"
He asked several questions in a row. Song Ya didn't plan to answer them one by one, but just asked, "How much do you know about him?"
"This guy even called me last year, begging me to take him into the business or something, I just fooled him and sent him away."
NAS recalled, "He was not likable, the year before last? He also touched porcelain, and no one paid him any attention. However, his reputation on Brooklyn Road was not small, and he started to gang up with his brother at the age of twelve or three. Ruthless, crazy enough, so the word Cazzy was changed to Jazzy as a nickname. This guy sharpened his head and wanted to drill into the Rapper circle."