In the distance, the beautiful scenery of Lake Michigan is unobstructed.
"Huh!"
Song Ya was shocked, but he knew that Little Lori did not get as much money in the sale of singles. "How much did you buy for this villa?"
"More than one million." Tony reported the number, "It's trivial to him. Next month, we can go to the bookstore for a business show to earn this house back. The book has a lot of money."
Song Ya was speechless.
‘Didi! A horn sounded from behind and a bus drove to the back of their car.
The'silencer' drove the car into the garage and parked it. The bus drove in directly. Song Ya knew the first person who came down, the well-known Chicago DJ'Big A'. His fat body was stuck in the bus door, "Gentlemen! "Then he yelled like offering treasures, and then opened the car door. One by one, black and white girls with exploded bodies in various bikinis filed out, attracting the guests to howl like wolves.
"Welcome! Welcome!" Little Lori appeared on the second floor terrace. He opened his arms and shouted at the girls.
"Look, it's Little Lori!"
"Hi! Lori II!"
The girls were all excited when they saw him, beckoning at him, blowing kisses.
Little Lori drank the wine in his hand, then jumped down, smashed into the swimming pool, aroused large splashes.
I didn't stay with Little Lori for a while. Many girls who couldn't reach Little Lori heard that they were APLUS, and they all shifted their targets. The soft flesh directly sticks to the body without any shy, and the words are full of hints.
Song Ya knows that as long as he speaks out, he can drag one or more girls to the empty room in the villa, but he is very concerned about these being "shuttle cars" (a code for the vehicles carrying girls participating in celebrity parties). )'The girl who came here really didn't have the slightest interest, and she ignored the perfunctory, so the people around her slowly dispersed.
It didn't take long for the villa to smell of leaves.
"Yes, I'd better hurry up..."
He found the'silencer', UU reading www.uukanshu.com "Send me back, I am not used to staying here."
On the way, the pager rang, it was Old Joe's phone.
He let the'silencer' turn to the old Joe music.
As soon as I got downstairs, I saw several trucks parked downstairs, and many workers were carrying various boxes on them. Old Qiao Music's door was too narrow to pass in, so he hung in from the second floor window.
He said goodbye to the'silencer' and followed the workers up to the second floor.
"Hey! APLUS!"
Lao Qiaozhi stared at the workers unloading the goods triumphantly, and saw Song Ya happily open her arms. The original gold watch on her wrist had been replaced with a full diamond, which made people's eyes dazzling. "Come on, take you to see the brand new Lao Joe Music."
When we walked to the recording studio, many white engineers were installing various equipments, American-brand mixers, German-brand microphones, Nordic-brand monitor speakers, notebook-brand musical instruments, everything was brand new top-quality goods, with plastic on top The protective film has not been removed yet.
"Ugh!"
Old Qiao also pretended to sigh, "Look, we old black sing and play, and the hard money we earned is returned to the white man again."
"Yes, you made it to the dead, can you return the money to the white people?" Song Ya silently complained.
"It's yours!"
Old Qiao took out his original gold watch and big gold item from his pocket, and put it into Song Ya’s hand. He saw Song Ya want to refuse, "Don’t be polite to me. I’m different from Little Lori. Know who I should thank for making money."
No way, Song Ya had to put the things in her pocket.
"Look!"
Old Qiao shook the full diamond watch in front of Song Ya, "Brand! Fan... Fan..."
"Van Cleef & Arpels." Song Ya helped him read the trademark.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 55: Luke
"Put it on."
Old Qiao picked up the gold chain and looped it around Song Ya's neck twice, and helped to wear the gold watch. "Look, look..." He took a step back and watched Song Ya shake his head with satisfaction. This is what my Nancheng boy should be like."
"South City Boy..."
Song Ya adjusted the big, thick gold chain that was a bit narrow, and smiled bitterly: "Boss, is your investment so worth it? Nancheng's public security is getting worse."
"I'm not going anywhere."
Old Joe took him into the office, lit a cigar, and lay comfortably behind the boss’s desk, "I know this neighborhood, I have lived here for decades, and I am the king here. Many black people, singing and playing football Those who are admitted to a prestigious school can’t wait to move to some noble community and be neighbors with white people as soon as they have the opportunity. All, a little capable, can run away...Hell if the law and order is so good here."
"Uh..." Song Ya's old face blushed slightly after hearing this.
"You are a genius APLUS. I think you are different from those people. I want to keep you here." Old Joe took out a document from the drawer and threw it to Song Ya.
This is an equity transfer letter, 10% of Old Joe’s music, and the names of Old Joe and Hell’s Bobcat boss "Kenneth" have been signed.
"As long as you sign a name, 10% will be yours, no need to spend a penny." Old Joe said.
"Sorry."
Song Ya decided to shrink as soon as he saw the name of the boss, "I thank you for your kindness, but..." He put the file back on the boss's desk.
"Don't even think about it?" Old Joe pushed the file forward a bit.
Song Ya can only try to shirk, "I'm really sorry, I...I'm still in high school, I don't want to..."
"It's alright, I understand."
Old Joe stopped his hesitating excuses, struck a match, took the contract and lit it.
The two silently watched the contract burn to ashes, and were thrown into the waste basket by Old Joe, "So... what are your plans for the next?" Old Joe asked.
"Plan? After finishing high school, go to a prestigious school..."
"Where is the song? Are you still writing a song?"
"Uh, no inspiration yet."
"That's it..." Old Joe hid himself behind the cigar cloud, "If you are inspired, don't forget the old Joe music."
What can Song Ya say, "No, don't worry."
At this time, four black aunts came up and Song Ya knew them. It was the four of them who took a photo with Old Qiao on the poster of Old Qiao’s music hall. I heard that they had formed a choir group when they were young, but they did not become popular. They are now older. Now, the choir has become a harmony group, and it is still barely maintained by all kinds of scattered tasks.
"Joe! If you want to lie to us again this time, we will kill you!"
When I saw Old Qiao in the first place, he scolded him viciously. Four buckets like Aunt Susie crowded the office tightly, and Song Ya took the opportunity to leave.
When left, I heard Old Joe shouting in fear, "Don't do it! Don't do it! I will never lie to you again this time! Don't pull my clothes! Don't!"
Because most of the black men grew up in single-parent families, no matter how fierce they are in adulthood, when they encounter a black aunt who is about the same age as their mother, most of them will retreat. If the black aunt raises that unique voice and shouts, They will be as if they were taken seven inches, and they will obediently give up without the ability to resist.
When he got home, Song Ya continued his boring study. All kinds of knowledge, whether it's calculus or stocks, was stuffed into his brain like a whale. It's been half a year since I've traveled, nothing else, I always feel that knowledge is not enough.