On the afternoon of January 4, 1997, Song Ya looked up after going out, it was okay, it was cloudy, but there was no sign of snow.

Get into the car in a good mood.

Last night with Rashida again......

Actually, now that I think about Quincy Jones's face, it's not too annoying, maybe it's love house and black hehe.

“Ole ole ole ola……”

He hummed a few words, then exchanged trivia with Linda about the new A+ record and the Met.

The black Mercedes convoy drove all the way out of the city.

"Fergie and Mira are both featured this year, and Dion Wilson will also be a . ID's stage name hair specialty, as well as the Destiny True Girl Group who went to the Metropolis and ......"

Linda recounted the basics, "Phigie asked you for the title song. ”

"That's it."

Song Ya has already prepared the lyrics and songs, "But don't give it to her right away, let it dry, the company will help her prepare the other songs of the album first." ”

Fergie and her agent, Billy Kingsley, took advantage of the contract exchange to knock out a signing fee for themselves and rebelled? Hehe, I had to compromise at the time, and I must give some color afterwards, "You know Fergie's character, observe first, and then allow her to come to me when you feel that she is really anxious, that's all." ”

Linda shook her head and smiled, "What about Mira?" Even David Geffen knew that you had prepared a title song for you. ”

"Ready, uh......"

Song Ya thought for a while, "She's a little lazy, you check and wait for her to practice the other tracks in the album first, the most important thing is to be skilled in the cooperation with the rock band, this year we are promoting her, Mr. Geffen also means this, then there will definitely be various live performance opportunities." ”

"OK, Dieng?"

"He can take care of himself."

Dion Wilson himself is a high-level producer, and from this year onwards, in addition to the director of the production department of the new A+ record, he will also serve as the executive vice president, and Song Ya's own Apocalypse songs are not surplus, and he can't give him any songs.

"Your sister Emily?" Linda asked the Destiny True Lady again.

"I can't write a song about a girl group."

This Song Ya really can't help it, she doesn't have the apocalypse song of the female rhythm and blues group in her hand, and it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, so she knew that it would be good to leave the songs that she gave to Brenda until now. Speaking of which, I have already given the song If I Were a Boy to my ex-wife or the future Beyoncé, why don't you think of a way to organize more combined sports and touch porcelain to make a song of the apocalypse and return it to Beyoncé? He groaned.

"Brenda?" Linda asked.

"Hehe......"

And take the Apocalypse Song to send that troublemaker? I'm not cheap, but Linda's husband is Brenda's agent, and Song Ya didn't say anything weird about this.

Speaking of Brenda, I almost forgot to call my ex-wife, "Give me the phone." ”

The phone is connected, "Mimi ......"

"Hmm." Mariah Carey answered coldly on the other end of the phone.

"I'm idle now, why don't you have someone pick up little Rhaegar for a while? Seeing that you also arranged a lot of activities and commercial performances at the beginning of the year...... "Song Ya wanted to add Leiga, just in time for Xue Linfen to leave on the sixth."

"Dream! My son won't leave New York for a single step! She scolded angrily, "My commercial performances are nearby, not as busy as you think, and my main job is to record this year's new album." ”

"New specialty? Oh yes......"

Song Ya remembered that the soundtrack album of Titanic was produced by Sony Columbia Records, so she told her ex-wife the news, "210 million super production, if there is a theme song, are you willing to sing it?" It happened to be in this year's new album, and I'm now very influential on that project. ”

"Hmph, I know, sixty million to please men." She's weird.

"Just kidding, you don't know who I am?" It's not cool to mention this Song Ya.

"Who are you!? Rise? Scumbag! ”

"Okay, okay, don't make noise, don't talk about business...... Why do you keep interrupting? I just want to pick up little Rega......"

"I'm not going to let little Rhaega go to your woman's nest! Hum! Pursuing the old lady can now row from Broadway to Wall Street! Real estate tycoons, football stars, singers, movie stars, those who are richer than you, those who are younger than you, and those who are more handsome than you, take your pick! ”

Anyway, his ex-wife had such a temper, and suddenly began to yell on the other end of the phone, Song Ya was so noisy that her head hurt, so she simply hung up and begged for a clean up.

"Here we are."

Old Mike pulled the car over.

"Jimmy, prepare the law exam materials, we will start studying intensively in two days......" Song Ya finished the last phone call, threw the phone back to Linda, pushed the door and got out of the car.

"Whew!"

The wind was stronger than in Highland Park, and the temperature seemed to be slightly lower, so he got out of the car and took a deep breath of refreshing cold air, and his spirits lifted.

The snow hadn't melted, and it was a white expanse that was hard to tell when the distant skyline met the gloomy sky.

"It's not going to snow tomorrow, is it?"

In front of him is the headquarters of A+CN and A+ Records, some board houses and construction machinery are concentrated in the foundation construction area, tomorrow the governor and other politicians will come to hold the groundbreaking ceremony, he is most worried about the weather, because the ceremony site only made a large open-air temporary canvas canopy, can only barely cover the podium and the viewing seats.

"The weather forecast says no." Old Mike looked at the busy workers in the distance and asked, "...... you have body armor?"

"Yes." Song Ya patted his chest, stiff, "I wish I could take him off sooner, Mike." ”

Only old Mike could understand, and he snorted.

In fact, he will not go to the construction area at all today, and there is no opportunity to communicate with the workers, but he mainly came to inspect the preparations for the groundbreaking ceremony, after all, the governor and mayor will attend in person, and various media will also come to report on the major events.

The group walked into the big canopy, Ms. Sloan was standing on the podium and fiddling with the direction of the microphone, and Gordon, the president of A+CN, was also present, directing the staff to set up the on-site camera.

"Hey, Gordon, let's talk?"

"Okay."

He said hello and walked over, and stared with Gordon at the foundation stone half-buried in the earth outside the canopy, with a few shovels stuck next to it, which he had personally requested.

"That's a good job with Danburton."

He praised as he examined the corporate information on the cornerstone.

"Hehe, those hypocritical conservative whites...... After so many years in the media, I have already seen through them. Gordon replied.

That kind of thing, there are a lot of black politicians who do it, of course, Song Ya didn't say such a bad thing, kicked a dirt stump to the foundation stone, and smashed it to pieces.

"The most important thing tomorrow is over there." Gordon didn't say much, and led him to the front of the viewing seats, where the backs of the first three rows of chairs were plastered with the names of the politicians who would be there tomorrow, as well as their families or attachés.

Etiquette and etiquette, name and reality, Westerners are also very particular about this, and it is best not to make big mistakes in the rank, such as getting Little Daley in Chicago to sit in the back row, which will offend people. In fact, it is more rigorous to put everyone's photos on the seats, and the organizer and the public relations staff carefully discuss the practice of swapping, because they are afraid that the staff in charge of ushering in the seats will cause misunderstandings because they do not know the guests themselves.

"I'll see."

Sloan pulled out a list of attendees, and Song Ya came over to match the note on his seat, "Governor Flock and his chief of staff, Eli, are sitting here, huh...... Daley Jr. with his wife and children...... How many children? This is a state congressman from the local constituency, right? ”

"Tomorrow, before the ceremony, their attaché will also come over for final confirmation."

Seeing that Song Ya was so entangled, Sloan reminded.

"yes."

I didn't feel that there was anything wrong, this kind of thing Sloan and Gordon were the most professional, so Song Ya put his mind at ease.

“APLUS！？ Ha, you're there too! ”

Outside, a middle-aged white man wearing a construction hard hat called out to himself affectionately, and Song Ya turned his head to look, oh, it was the governor's close friend of the real estate developer, Kozko.

A+ Real Estate bought the land of the old Barnes for 5 million and was responsible for part of the infrastructure construction, and then A+CN and A+ Records paid more money to buy the land needed by their respective headquarters and introduced the builder to start construction, which is roughly the process.

Since there was no need to curry favor with the builders of the jurisdiction where the original Barnes fluorescent agent factory was located, part of the construction case was handed over to Kozko's construction company in exchange for the governor's interests.

Kozko also got the news from the governor in advance that he had bought some farmland nearby, and as for how they would divide it afterwards, Song Ya didn't want to care.

"If you want me to say, our system is too inefficient, the mayor should be subordinate to the governor, and the same is true for the county! Are you right? ”

The two walked out of the tent and into a secluded place, and Kozko suddenly sighed.

No, is it you who is floating or is Peter floating? Song Ya gave him a strange look, before Peter became governor, he was much lower in Illinois politics than Daley Jr. and Underwood...... It's still a guy who has been in prison and has a black history.

"Maybe." He replied.

"Look...... This way...... Over there......"

However, Kozko is a self-made doer after all, and after a few words, he asked his subordinates to come to a long drawing tube, pulled out the construction drawings inside and explained, "The future renderings ......"

Gordon and Linda, the two bosses, also gathered around with concern.

In short, no matter how Gordon doesn't like it here, the matter has been decided, he pointed to the tall antenna tower on the future headquarters building of A+CN and began to make comments, "I feel that it still needs to be reinforced, it is very windy here, and our satellite reception pot is ......"

"Huh?"

Song Ya was listening intently, and suddenly felt a little cold on his head, and when he saw it, a few crystal snowflakes had fallen on the sleeves of his windbreaker, "Damn!" Weather forecasts don't say ......"

Old Mike shrugged.

The snowflakes are as big as goose feathers, but fortunately they are only sporadically fluttering in the air at the moment, which is nothing in the winter in Chicago.

After this little episode, Song Ya didn't bother to listen to Kozko chanting technical terms, and walked alone to a small mound in the distance, looking around, the sky was getting more and more gloomy, but he was not in much of a mood, looking at the foundation under construction in the distance, thinking that according to Kozko's beautiful renderings, two buildings and a series of ancillary facilities would rise here in the future......

These are all six years, no, seven years of hard work!

With huge construction sites and high-rise buildings in front of you, the thrill of seeing real things, especially land and real estate, seems to be much more direct and stimulating than those hundreds of millions of figures on stock accounts.

He couldn't help but be full of pride, and his arms were open as if he was embracing the future tall building.

'Ah...... Ding Ding Dong, Ding Ding Dong......'

Refreshing! At this time, the Apocalypse music is here again, it seems to be a pure symphony again, mixed with vocals like Baba Yetu, but the momentum is more magnificent and aggressive, since the Apocalypse Can't Hold U has been movie clips, and I thought God wouldn't give the song haha......

The cello and violin parts are very comfortable, but it shouldn't be a gospel type, the rhythm is progressive, getting faster and faster, and it feels a bit like Hans Zimmer's movie soundtrack for Brave Death Island, great!

"Look, I will live up to the gift and go all the way to the top of the ......"

He closed his eyes and secretly made a big wish.

"Brothers, grazing is not allowed here for a long time!"

Mawota, who was standing guard in the distance, interrupted his thoughts, frowned, and opened his eyes, oh, it was the three red-necked farmers and herdsmen again, riding their horses from afar, and the first to see himself standing up straight on the stirrup, waved his hand sharply in this direction.

"It's okay, check it out and let them come."

It just so happened that Kozko was there, and it was probably for the farmland transaction.

But the music of the apocalypse in his head was so good that it was getting a little too fast to stand it, and the next paragraph, which was unusually loud, with more dull drum beats and shrill cymbals, disturbed him.

“Hey！ Don't touch my stuff! ”

The cowboy over there also quarreled with Mawota, and he had to hold his forehead to resist the 'by-products' of the apocalypse: dizziness and discomfort in his head and eardrums.

'Bang' in the third section, the music is even bigger and faster after a heavy drum beat.

"Hey! It's almost there......" he thought to himself.

“BOSS！”

No, it seems to be mixed with gunshots and horses' hooves? No, no, Mawota seemed to be shouting to himself, and his voice was very poignant.

He looked up and looked over there, only to see three cowboys riding straight towards him, and the one who was on the head raised his hand, 'Bang! 'It's really gunshots......

He felt as if he had been stung by a bee in the socket of his neck, his hands and whole body instantly subconsciously stiffened, and his right hand pressed down on the place, and by the way, he saw the vicious white face that rushed to the nearest place in an instant, and his beard was shaved blue, not the cowboy he saw last time.

Is he holding an AK? It seems to be the same as the one in the red neck in the MV of Tunnel Vision's apocalypse song?

'Oooo Wow, ......, wow, wow... Wow ......'

"Ho ......"

Something seems to flow out of my fingers pressing my neck, and the world seems to be moving slowly all of a sudden, what am I thinking!? He turned and ran.

“Fxxk！”

The AK in the other party's hand seemed to be stuck, scolding loudly behind his back and constantly pulling the bolt.

"Mike! Save ......"

There seemed to be some fishy, sweet liquid squirting out of his mouth.

He saw Old Mike waving and shouting at him and pulling his gun from his waist, and Linda and Sloan hugged each other in horror.

'Oooo Wow, ......, wow, wow... Wow ......'

What should I do? More and more chaotic gunshots and screams, fear, fear, unwillingness, and apocalyptic music echoing in my head...... I can't hear it at all.

Suddenly, it seemed to be hit by a train in the back, "Ah! He lost his balance, and his whole body trembled a few times like a hip-hop dance, and then he fell to the ground, and his chin was knocked and painful.

"Ahhh......h Boom! 'Two more hits on the legs?' Three times? "Ahh......h Mike I don't want to die......"

The will to survive made him reach out and grasp the snow and soil on the ground, and struggled to crawl forward, tears streaming down his cheeks, wailing.

'Oooo Wow, ......, wow, wow... Wow ......'

"I don't want to die ......"

He heard Old Mike crouching beside him and shooting, and the symphony stopped abruptly, and then his brain suddenly felt like it was broken, and he lost consciousness.

“APLUS！ Alexander! Yali! Surname! ”

Confused and I don't know how long, he woke up again, he seemed to be already in the car, there were some bumps, old Mike kept turning around while driving, looking hideous.

A hand was pressing against his neck.

"I ......"

He wanted to speak, but he couldn't, it was extremely cold, his teeth trembled, thick blood blocked his throat, his body hurt everywhere, and countless memory fragments flashed in his mind like a movie, "I can't breathe, I can't breathe...... Mike ......"