"Not many, don't worry about Larry, we have come to this point, we should put our energy into considering the box office." Song Ya advised him.
There are not many, except for the one or two that came out of the mouth when the protagonist talked with the two male brothers. When the protagonist sent the protagonist home, he was looked at by neighbors with unfriendly eyes at the door of the high-end residence in the white community. After a few glances, the degree of this "black" has been very light, and even beautified.
In reality, those neighbors might have already called the police. Police stations in high-end white neighborhoods are dispatched quickly. Police officers usually come forward to interrogate unfamiliar blacks, and immediately take them to the bureau for interrogation when they find a little bit of trouble. Some white communities in the United States now have their own private police or volunteer police. Some local police with insufficient budget subcontract their jurisdictions to private companies or self-organized patrols by community residents. Those guys treat blacks more rudely.
Of course, there is a clear distinction between American communities, and most of the blacks running there for no reason are not doing good deeds.
"I can't do much at the box office. I don't have box office appeal. Other actors are also newcomers. It's all up to you." Old Larry said.
"I know, of course I will do my best."
Song Ya calmed the fearful old man and hung up.
"I feel that if the box office loses, old Larry will lie in the ICU." He got on the private plane and smiled at Mariah Carey next to him.
Mariah Carey did not hear him speaking, and was focusing on the guest list for the engagement ceremony with the female assistant.
In the new school season, Song Ya enrolled in three courses. A week after re-entering the campus, Mariah Carey ran back to New York with an excuse. She said she was watching the progress of Bedford Manor construction, but Song Ya It feels like she is simply staying in Chicago and being bored to avoid the exercise task.
On the 25th, Song Ya brought a large number of singers such as Al, Dion Wilson, Common, and William Adams under A+ Records, as well as a large number of performers such as Big A, Marvota, Tony, and Silencer. Bodyguard, mighty also went to New York to participate in the first hip-hop music awards organized by TheSourec magazine.
Preliminary preparations were very sufficient. The group of them was arranged in the far left-hand area of the theater, which happened to be far away from the bragging father and their right-hand side. The Jewish owner of TheSourec magazine also arranged two groups of people to enter the venue. aisle.
They and the West Coast group headed by Death Row Records are also separated by Huang Yuan and other southern rappers. NAS and the people will also help take care of them, so it should be foolproof.
"Oh my God, it's like the five mafia clans are holding a national convention."
Fergie also came to meet at the scene. She and her fellow Paikinsley were protected by Song Ya in the middle of their own people. Pai Kingsley vomited: "This is the most chaotic awards show I have ever seen."
Indeed, the whole theater is very small. Groups of fierce old blacks keep coming in, crowded, and many singers have a lot of grudges with each other. Before the beginning, there were a few small-scale pushes, some of them followed. He had to come in, but found that there was no seat, so he stood everywhere. The whole hall exudes a strong smell of body and perfume.
Rapper, who has the task of performing and awarding awards, brought enough DJs, helpers, and attendants to arrange the show. Some of the unruly guys ran from the backstage to the exit of the stage aisle to watch the excitement and found that they could be seen by all the audience in the audience. He didn't go away, and complacently gestured hip-hop gestures to the people below.
"This is the world of rap circles."
Song Ya himself was not much better, and the people he brought with him were not allocated enough seats. Fortunately, next to the wall of the theater, the silencer and Mavota were standing in a row against the wall. Of course, he couldn't follow the complaint in front of Pakingsley, so he had to pretend to say something.
"I heard that someone came in with a gun." The big A who was sent to explore the road was very excited to socialize with the various Rappers, and came back to gossip.
"WTF?" Song Ya felt even worse.
"Sure, there isn't even a metal detector at the entrance." said the old Mike, who was personally protecting him. He patted his waist. "It's easy."
He also brought the gun in...
Song Ya couldn’t help but rejoice that she didn’t bring Mariah Carey. “When Fergie and I receive the award, we should pay more attention to the people on death row records and bad boy records.” He asked his subordinates, if there were no prizes, he would do it. I plan to leave early, but now I have no choice but to bite the bullet. In hip-hop circles, there must be no cowardly characters.
"Understand." Everyone agreed.
"Big E didn't come, neither did Sugonite, and Mary Blige..." Big A continued to report.
"Really? That's great." Song Ya was worried about revenge, Sugnet went mad, and Mary Blake was talking nonsense about K-Ci's death. It would be great if the three of them weren't there. I used to say hello to Derui and NAS."
"It should be no problem." Big A led a group of people before calling and hugging him to protect him, got up and walked to the middle of the theater.
"Look! GD's APLUS..."
"This is a ruthless character, and he made a lot of money, 100 million, from the whites."
"Of course, wait! Is this someone who is going to provoke Harlem?"
"Is this guy really not afraid of bragging Dad going crazy? He killed K-Ci!"
"It's not him. Little Lori sent someone to do it."
"It's all the same, they are all GD, 24K real bandits, look at those attendants..."
"Maybe his follower M-Fxxk is richer than me. Just now in the parking lot, I saw that the big A was driving a Ferrari."
This kind of big battle is also quite capable of bluffing people, coupled with the blessing of urban legends, when passing by some guests' seats, people's whispers passed into his ears.
A look of gangsters didn't look at those people, "Hey, Derry, what, haven't Sugnett and Snoop Dogg here?" He hugged and fisted Derry.
"Snoop Dogg has a case and can't come, Sugonite has something." Dre looked more nervous than him, and looked around vigilantly.
"2PAC didn't come because of the case?"
"He is in the backstage, and he will perform on stage later." Derry said.
The two chatted for a while, Song Ya went to say hello to NAS, Rakim, and Dad Kane was also there, but the momentum has fallen too much than before. Song Ya missed the old friendship and went to chat with him for a while, by the way I observed the place where Dad Bragging and their Harlem singers sit. Dad Bragging is still like a big boss. Sitting in the first row, he is talking angrily to his subordinates. I don’t know if it was intentional or accidental. Make eye contact by yourself.
"Maybe you should get Fergie out of this environment."
After coming back ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Pai Kingsley said in his ear again.
"I thought that matter was resolved." Song Ya responded unhappily, "My hip-hop music made her popular and made money."
"I said this for her benefit," Pakinsley said.
"Come on, Pat, I've seen some Hollywood routines. When shooting a movie, a casting director specifically confronted me. Guess what he did for? This is the way to make a bigger difference in the crew. Power, I think you are the same now. Don’t talk about topics that I don’t like. This kind of trick is useless to me."