At noon, Vic McGee and Sean rushed to New York, and Song Ya asked Mavota to take them to the theater.
"That's it, Vic."
Song Ya brought Vikla to the small room to face each other alone, "You helped arrest the wiretapping case, and now a new messenger is here."
"Isn't that great?" Vic asked, touching his bald head.
"I know that person, and I had a conflict with him three years ago, so now I am not sure if he is the messenger behind the scenes, or a substitute for the death of someone else." Song Ya said.
"I see, you're not happy to see him take the whole case down, right?" Vic is an old police officer. He knew what Song Ya wanted to do when he heard it. "You don't want this to end here."
"Yes!"
Talking to smart people is comfortable. This case, whether it is Antonio’s personal behavior or not, can’t end here. So Song Ya felt a little panicked when he heard his name yesterday. It’s not only about whether he can confront Motu. Pulling a fatal blow, this is also related to the trust between herself and Mariah Carey. If she hadn’t told her that it was Motula’s leading eavesdropping, she would not have made up his mind to break with Motula so quickly. She likes to sing. The music career is now a critical moment before she carefully prepares for a year's new album listing.
"So..." Vic smiled.
"I want you to find a way to detain that person and talk to him." Song Ya said.
"What can I think of? I can't be added to the visitor list by him, and the four of our brothers are still on suspension, so the excuse for cooperating with detection is useless." Vic shook his head, "And how can I talk to him? Threaten He gave us a satisfactory confession? That is a felony."
"Is there a way? Don't say you haven't done anything like that~www.mtlnovel.com~You are a stormtrooper." Song Ya said.
"I knew you couldn't make money so easily!" Vic was angry, and he pushed Song Ya, "You will make us sink deeper and deeper!"
"Vick! This is the recording industry, how deep can you get in?"
Song Ya stared into his eyes and said, "Can you be more dangerous than dealing with those hawkers?"
"It's different."
Vic found a place to sit down, leaned down, whirling with his hands on the bright bald head.
Song Ya waited quietly.
"Two hundred thousand." He said suddenly.
"Fxxk, the two hundred thousand dollars of the Armenian is really yours."
"A price, can't you make it? We can return to the Chicago Police Department with the 200,000 yuan, and it will help you even more." Vic said.
"Yes, only two hundred thousand."
Vic and Sean walked away quietly. In the evening, when Mariah Carey finished rehearsing, they appeared in front of the camera where Louise was reporting on the two reporters, holding hands under the neon lights outside the theater.
The flash light comes on frequently.
"what are you doing?"
Song Ya noticed that Mariah Carey kept raising her hand in front of the camera, waving and raising her hand, focusing on showing the diamond ring. She couldn't help but think of Brooke Xiaosi. The two women behaved exactly the same after wearing the big diamond ring.
"Kiss me." The hand she was holding quietly worked hard to stop Song Ya from pulling her into the car.
"Well, are you ready?" Song Ya asked with a smile.
The two also recalled that Motula sent her to Chicago in order to eliminate doubts about her relationship with the outside world, and asked her to appear in front of reporters with Song Ya on purpose. She also lowered her head and smiled and stood on tiptoe slightly. , "Ready, come on."
"I'm coming."
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"It feels so good, really good..."
In the car, Mariah Carey muttered with her head tilted on Song Ya's shoulder.
"There are few reporters, and the Louise report is a Los Angeles media. At least there will be news coming out tomorrow." Song Ya replied.
"I'm not talking about getting on the news, but the feeling of finally not having to hide anything from the outside, and being able to appear in front of the camera hand in hand with the one you love." She said.
"I can understand." Song Ya held her in her arms. After her debut, her relationship with Motura had to be kept secret, and she was hiding in hiding with herself. Now she is finally free.
"Maybe we need a car of that kind, the kind that is separate from the cab." She spoke to the old McNunu who was driving again.
"Hehe." Song Ya knew what was thinking in her mind, "Sex girl..."
"I hate..." She slapped her arm in a slap.
The two began to discuss the formal opening of the two floors, "I want to live in New York, so we still lack a country house..."
"Like the one you and he planned to buy?" Song Ya asked.
"Well, it's super big, and then the house finds a designer and builds it according to her own ideas..." she said longingly.
Raising diva is not cheap, "I will start looking for a place right away." Song Ya replied, with only about five million dollars left in working capital.
"We pay the money together." She said: "You must not secretly buy by yourself, and the site selection must be approved by me."
"It's up to you." Diva can make money, which is much better than Song Ya's previous unilateral efforts to women.
Back in Tribeca, she began to discuss with the female assistant how to renovate the house where the two of them were in. Song Ya sent Linda over, "Let her rest as soon as possible, she is already tired from rehearsal."
Linda nodded and joined in, while Song Ya himself continued to start a tense meeting with his subordinates.
In the middle of the night, Vic returned.
"I really didn't have a chance to talk to the Italian named Antonio. I just tried to pass a note to him." Vic said, "I have observed him and his lawyer with Sean and I suggest you check his lawyer. Background, that guy doesn’t seem to be a small character."
"Is the one that Antonio can't afford to ask for?" Song Ya asked.
"Yes, my first feeling is like the kind of lawyer who works for the Mafia. I don't work for any law firm. I do it alone, but my clothes and consumption are much better than ordinary lawyers. I also have a long life. "American face." Vic replied, "Antonio's old man has a flustered look. He doesn't look like someone who dares to eavesdrop on you or Mariah Carey."
"So he must have been pushed out to commit the crime, right?" Song Ya nodded.
"Have you ever thought about what you would do if Antonio confessed to the police that he was instigated by you?" Vic raised a possibility.
"It's impossible, I'm eavesdropping, I'm reporting the crime, but also looking for someone to arrest me?"
"It was Mariah Carey who was eavesdropping. You acted like you knew it a long time ago, and the tapes were in your hands. Did I guess right?" Vic's experience is very veteran. "Antonio bit you to death and continues It was a long time before he was officially sentenced. As long as the news is revealed, can you stand the media's excuses?"
"But the negative effect of doing this is too great. Antonio eavesdropping, perjury and false accusations. Don't want to get out of jail in this life. He is not stupid. Does he not know the stakes? Lies that involve me are easy to expose. "Song Ya shook his head.
"What if you were like the murderer who assassinated Kennedy, and Antonio died as soon as he called you out?" Vic sneered, "This is a very skillful trick to the Mafia."
"If my enemy has this ability, then I will recognize it. They don't have to spend any trouble. Wouldn't it be easier and more convenient to send gunmen to kill me?" Song Ya asked.
"So you have to raise your security level." Vic said: "Every idiot who is assassinated thinks that the target will not be himself before he died. Let alone this, how about my 200,000?"
"You didn't even speak."
"I passed the news and analyzed it for him from the standpoint of the old man. As long as he has a brain, as long as he doesn't want to die, he won't be foolish to carry things off, or falsely accuse you on behalf of the real messenger .Otherwise, he will probably be stabbed to death by any prisoner with a sharpened toothbrush handle when he returns to the detention place." Vic stretched out his hand: "Quickly, I don't want a check, just a small amount of cash."