"OK, I'll be straight."
Jamal is indeed much lower than Kenneth’s “rank”. “It’s very simple. We used to hand in 70% of our income to GD every year, but now GD hasn’t protected us for a long time. All sites are It's up to my brothers to fight with real swords and guns. I haven't received any instructions from the above for more than three months. GD is over... Therefore, I don't plan to pay the money again." He danced in front of the two. Walked around and said.
It turned out that GD had to draw 70% from the gangs below, so cruel, no wonder it claimed to have tens of thousands of gunmen in its heyday.
"So?" Old Joe asked.
"The amount of money is huge, and I need someone to help him become legal." Jamal said, "you have to help."
Once the business and the gang's money are tied up, plus money laundering, Song Ya knows that she will never get rid of it in her life.
In fact, the record and film business is a very good money laundering channel. In the past, Goodman said that it was strange why the **** bobcat did not come to find a way to launder money. It turns out that most of their own income has to be turned over. There is not much money left to launder.
But it seemed that this peaceful day was coming to an end, Song Ya couldn't help but see sweat on his forehead.
"The FBI and IRS are staring at both of us. Old Joe was sent to prison by the IRS. You don't think money laundering is a simple thing, do you?" He resisted hard, his mind turned quickly, thinking about how to get out. Money laundering is absolutely undesirable, and he feels that it might be safer to spend some money to kill Jamal in front of him.
"Don't bluff me, although I used to have a low status in the gang, I have also seen how Big Kenneth does things. Now it's up to me... Joe, don’t you tell me that you haven’t helped the big guy before. money."
Jamal opened the drawer, and bundles of petty cash were piled on the boss's desk by him, "Look! I can't treat you badly. This is much easier than selling records."
"Hehe, you don't understand, we will all go in by then and sit in prison for a lifetime."
Gradually, the pile of bills couldn't move Old Qiao, "I am old, and I was released from prison. I am planning to enjoy a free old-age life."
"APLUS?" Jamal gestured to Song Ya with the bundle of banknotes.
"Why don't I give you a sum of money every year, do you find someone else to do it?" Song Ya even looked down on it.
"Ha! I see, you don’t respect me. If I speak, you all treat you as farting, right?" Jamal pulled out the gun from the back, inserted his index finger into the trigger, and turned it casually, "This is not a request, it is Order, or I’ll kill a lot..."
"Don't, this way, let's take it slowly..." Old Joe is more experienced than Song Ya, "Wait for me to return to Lao Qiao's music first to reorganize the business, and then we will try a small amount of money first, APLUS temporarily Don't participate, his goal is too big, and now he is stared at by reporters."
"It's about the same, but I don't have much patience. I won't be able to put down the cash soon." Jamal nodded, "I want a specific plan, now."
"APLUS!"
Song Ya knew that Old Qiao was dragging, and was quietly passing grateful eyes, a black voice suddenly sounded behind him, looking very surprised.
"Binny, go outside and wait first, I'm talking about things!" Jamal angrily rebuked at the source of the voice.
"Hey! Don't do that, uncle."
A black man walked in, wearing only a floral shirt, and two M1911s were casually pinned to the front waist. He leaned in front of Song Ya, face to face, "Remember me?"
"Are you?" The other party was very young, Song Ya didn't recognize it at first sight, but his voice was a bit familiar, "Oh, Binny!? Are you..."
He remembered that the gunman who shouted GD Long Live at the nightclub in Harlem was nicknamed ‘Little Binny’, but his appearance was very different, even if his physical development changed a little...
"It's me, haha!"
He was really the wanted criminal. He opened his mouth cheerfully, pointing to the two golden and diamond-encrusted front teeth, and said, "I knocked out those two nasty front teeth and got plastic surgery. Haha, you I don’t know, I was almost killed by the Mexican quack who didn’t even have a medical license."
The guy talked endlessly. He didn't seem to put Jamal in his eyes. He opened the floral shirt again and turned around, "Look, I also asked him to help me get all the words you sang to K-Ci that day. On the body, you are my idol APLUS, you will never forget the way you can't say a word at him on stage, haha, you are too strong! My companion and I were enthusiastic about hearing at the time! , Is there a pattern error?"
Well, the wanted man is his own fan. Song Ya's brain is about to explode,'Allthattalking, boy, stop, Heardyoudancing, boy, stop...' The lyrics of Sinaloa are densely patterned on the back of the other party. It is indeed that he was on stage at the time. Sing, the pattern is terrible, the cyan font is skewed, but there is no big mistake, "Yes, it's beautiful," he said.
"Alright, let's get out, Binny..." Jamal said helplessly behind.
"Wait, just a moment."
But the boss of Bangzhong didn't seem to have any deterrent to him. He continued with a smiley face and said, "I told the Mexican doctor that I had a wrong tattoo and killed him, haha...DaDaDa, just like the one in Harlem. , It’s so cool, but unfortunately I was dazzled by K-Ci’s insulting remarks against Lori, otherwise the first shot would have been bragging about Daddy."
My God... It's better not to let the FBI know that he has said this to me. Song Ya would rather have not heard what he said.
"But it's not bad. The people in Harlem are afraid of us now, right? It's a pity that my comrades also told me there."
Little Binny has no front teeth and a mature appearance. It seems that he has adjusted his lips and nose. It is not as ugly as before, but the indifferent attitude of this half-sized boy when talking about human life makes Song Ya feel a little creepy. It's not like the indifference of Mr. Kenneth's fierce eyes, but when a very common thing is said, it is like talking about drinking and eating, his behavior and demeanor are still like children in some places... ...Naive?
"Yes, they are scared." Song Ya could only follow his words.
"Oh! Oh! That's right!"
He was very excited and suddenly thought of something, pointing to the tattoo on his back, "Does your song still have it? I heard the radio DJ say that it might be a complete song."
"No, I came up with Battle's words temporarily, but I didn't even pay attention to it after I said it." Song Ya replied.
"Really? That's a shame. By the way, I'm back to Chicago now, but I can't continue to use my previous nickname. Does your song have a name."
"Uh, Sinaloa." Song Ya truthfully told the name of the song of the apocalypse.
"Cool! I'll be called Sinaloa from now on, you all call me that OK? Uncle, how about? How about this name?" He was so happy.
"That's a South American place name Binny, and we are not Latin."
Jamal complained, "The Mexican gang will laugh at us."
"Fuck it, I'll just call this, I decided." He didn't care about his face, "The doctor who happened to give me plastic surgery is a Mexican."
"Okay, let's go out Binney, I'll talk about it later." Jamal gave him an impatient push.
"Hey! Stop calling me Binny, I said my name is Sinaloa now." He pushed Jamal's hand away dissatisfied.
"Get out! Binny! Don't let me say it a second time!"
Jamal is also on the axis with him, the brain circuits of these gangsters are a little abnormal, "I am the boss, or your uncle! Don't think you can treat me as big or small as you have done in New York, go out! "
"Alright alright……"
He spread his hands out, "Forget it today, you will call me Sinaloa in the future..." muttering as he walked out.
"Fxxk, that kid is always like this... Want something to drink?"