Chapter 994: Ten Million
In Seattle, Brother Tony just woke up.
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Another hangover, headache! He looked around, oh, it turned out to be a VIP bag from the dance bar, the dark red tone here is not known day and night, and the silencer is also beside the corpse, sleeping like a dead pig.
"What time is it?"
He got up and kicked the silencer, but there was no response, and he found his phone on the messy coffee table full of bottles and glasses, and it was out of battery.
"Anyone?" He stretched and called out to his little brother.
"Boss."
The two attendants appeared at the door of the big bag, and they also looked depressed and yawned.
"What about Brenda and them?" He asked.
"Leave early, she said it was boring hehe." The attendant smiled evilly: "There is really your Tony, bring an actress to this kind of place." β
"What's wrong? Oh, nothing, just treat her like a man, she has a good personality. Tony waved his hand absently.
"yes, she paid the bill before she left." The attendant said.
"Look, I'm telling you."
The wine bill was paid, and the money for the performance was ...... Tony found his LV travel bag from the ring card holder, the bag was wide open, except for a few one-knife bills, which were empty, that is, they had already been paid, and when they came, they were full of bags, all bundles of knives, a small number of denominations were high, he and the silencer and the two attendants sprinkled non-stop while the girls were performing, and now it is fashionable to do this, and the rain of green banknotes was flying all over the sky beside the curvy and exaggerated black girl, and he felt doubly cool.
There were also a few scattered on the ground, "That's back to the hotel." β
Too lazy to pick up, he threw the empty bag to his attendant, "Wake up the silencer and we'll leave." β
Out of the box, it turned out that it was almost noon, to the empty hall bar to sit down, the bartender had already left work, the tall black boss personally cleaned up in the bar in front of the steel pipe, "Yo, a glass of soda, so thirsty." He snapped his fingers.
"M-fxxk, we don't usually have any guests after closing, Tony."
The bar owner said. To be able to open this kind of shop is naturally a very energetic guy in the neighborhood, who speaks very shady, takes out a cup, adds ice cubes and soda, and then skillfully begins to squeeze lemon juice, "Brenda sang perfunctory last night, and the guests were not satisfied. β
"Hey, in Seattle, I'm only here for you."
Tony grabbed the glass of water that had slid from the bar and motioned to the old and dilapidated bar around him, "If it weren't for the fact that everyone knows each other well, you wouldn't want to invite Brenda." β
"So you're Brenda's agent now?" The boss asked.
"No, just introduce business among friends, she often comes to the West Coast to play with me, San Francisco, Los Angeles, here ......"
Tony brags.
"When are you bringing APLUS here?" The boss asked, "I'll prepare the best show for him." β
"Hah!"
Tony was happy, "He sings a song and now it's estimated to be ......"
"Well, I can't afford to pay for his appearance." The boss quickly interrupted, "It's just fun, party...... Then take a picture or something, and I'll put it on the wall. Tony, he's not going to give you face, is he? β
"Of course, he's my brother!"
Tony patted his chest, "In a word, I was looking for an opportunity when he came to Seattle. β
"Okay, then I'll wait for your news......"
The two were chatting when a bar security guard on shift came in through the door, "Hey, Tony, why are you still here?" Aren't you afraid? β
"Afraid?"
Tony was upset, "Fxxk you, what do I need to be afraid of?" β
Just as the two attendants and silencers came to meet, they heard Tony cursing and immediately surrounded the security guard.
"What's wrong with you?!" The boss nodded his head and ordered his ignorant subordinates, "Apologize to our distinguished guest." β
"I'm doing it for his good."
The young black security guard unhappily took out the radio in his arms and took off the headphone cable, "Listen, Tony, everyone is saying today that your brother sent a gunman to kill 2PAC." β
"Boring, the suspect who killed 2PAC can line up from here all the way to the door of the bar......"
Tony has always been thick and thin, and he denied it, but he was actually listening.
A black voice came over the radio, "Maybe it's not the East Coast, maybe it's not Sugnette, why would Sugnight do it to its reddest star?" Well? He's close to 2PAC and sticks together every day, and I suspected for a while that they were Gay! Yesterday's CBS white people were right, maybe it was APLUS. The GD gunman who is dead, called Sinaloa? Dare to openly shoot and strafe the Blood Gang's radio station downstairs in Compton before, think about it, what else can't Chicagoans do? β
"APLUS is not necessary, he is almost out of the rap circle, writing rock for David Bowie, I heard that there will be a new symphony in December, symphony, brother...... He's so rich. β
The well-known black DJ in Seattle retorted, "I wouldn't have done it if I were him, 2PAC was DISSS him, but then the words in the lyrics of the official version disappeared, and 2PAC was ...... It's rare to be able to do this, and the contradiction between the two is not so big. β
"Who knows, isn't there a phrase in the detective? What you think is the least likely is often the real culprit. APLUS has almost never officially played Beef with other singers since his debut, so 2PAC still scolded him, especially since his and Mariah Carey's child had just been born, and the lyrics of 2PAC happened to have the line "Let your children not grow up'...... So he became murderous. Killing people may be like eating and drinking water to him, and one reason is enough, I heard that Sinaloa, who helped him kill so many people, was killed because he wanted to betray him to the FBI. β
This radio guest dared to say: "If I have a net worth of hundreds of millions, I dare to do it, of course I don't have ......"
"Haha, then you don't have a door on your mouth?" The host laughed.
"I, uh, I'm just...... Say what comes to mind. β
"Okay, okay, it's advertising time, don't go away, come back right away!"
βShxtοΌ Nonsense! Tony scolded and turned off the radio, "You simply said that the murders in the whole country were done by Yali." β
"Tony, the Seattle Blood Gang sometimes comes to me at night."
The boss kindly reminded him, "A lot of their young people have vowed to avenge 2PAC. β
"That's why I said I'm doing it for your own good, Tony, you GD can't fight the Blood Gang right now, let alone the West Coast." The security guard laughed: "It's not a few years ago. β
"You know GD so well? Well? If you like to talk, you might as well talk more! β
Tony shoved the eyeless young man to a stagger, "Fxxk! I'm not afraid of any blood gang, I'll be here tonight! β
He grabbed his henchman, who was about to swing his fist, "I don't want to beat you up here, boy!" Silencer, let's go! β
When he went out to send his attendant to Brendana to say hello and help, he and the silencer drove straight to the airport, bought a few tabloid copies and boarded the flight to New York.
"Ali! Now it's all over the West Coast! β
He yelled and rushed into Song Ya's house in Tribeca, "A lot of people say you did the 2PAC thing!" β
"Tap!"
Song Ya glared at him dissatisfied, "M-fxxk little Rega finally fell asleep. He was carefully holding his son, coaxing around the study, "Also, it's very important to keep your phone open at all times, especially in this situation." I warned you earlier......"
"Mine. I've heard that some of the Blood Gang's people ......"
Tony admitted his mistake, lowered his voice, and found out that there was a fashionably dressed mixed-race beauty next to him, who really served this playboy brother, and now he still has leisure......
"Don't take Ali seriously, young gangsters can easily be incited to do stupid things." He didn't understand Song Ya's eyes and continued to persuade.
"I'm not taking it seriously, am I? Rashida? Song Ya had no choice but to deliberately point out the identity of the woman.
"Rashida? Rashida Jones? β
Tony then realizes that the half-breed girl is the daughter of Quincy Jones and the sister of 2PAC girlfriend Kidada Jones.
"Hello, Tony."
Rashida Jones smiled generously and shook Tony's hand.
"Get out, get out, you go out first." Song Ya drove people.
"Okay, anyway, I'm here with the silencer, and I think you'll need someone around you at this point." Tony scratched his head and walked out.
It's not bad, it's very reliable at the critical moment, "I know, the guest room is reserved for the two of you, a small one, grievances and squeezing, there are a lot of people living here today." β
"yes, much smaller than Bedford Hills." Tony grunted and closed the door from the outside.
Song Ya rolled her eyes.
"Bedford Hills, your ex-wife's dΓ©cor is really tasteful...... It's hard to put into words. "Rashida Jones has been there, too.
"Huh."
Song Yacai didn't want to talk to her about these topics, and the two didn't talk very happily before, "2PAC mother doesn't want to help me talk for the time being, so your sister is willing?" What does she know? It is better to have strong evidence. β
"She won't, but my dad will convince her."
Rashida Jones came with Quincy Jones bidding, "It's up to you to see if you want it or not." β
"What are the conditions of the old thing?"
"Hey! Don't call him that if you want to help! Rashida Jones protested.
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Of course I want to help, if the 2PAC real girlfriend is willing to help me clarify, it can indeed greatly calm the suspicion of 2PAC fans at this moment, although Kida Jones himself is a super big mouth, "Okay, I apologize, Mr. Jones, is that okay?" So he said a soft word that he didn't want money.
"Humph!"
Rashida Jones also became arrogant, "He wants to give up his past suspicions and cooperate with you, probably similar to the new relationship between Boyz II man and BABYFACE, how about it?" β
Boyz II man's new album was just announced today, and the four of them formed their own Stony Brook Records in Philadelphia, and the release contract will most likely be signed to Epic Records, a subsidiary of Sony Columbia Records, and Stony Brook Records in Philadelphia will give LAFACE Records about 20 percent of the shares to maintain a long-term relationship with LAFACE Records' two gold producers, BABYFACE and .Reid.
"That old thing is dreaming?"
Song Ya was surprised that the other party's lion opened his mouth, and the honorific title that he had just changed was gone, "He doesn't really want to take 20% of the A+ record for nothing, right?" I don't rely on others to write songs. β
"It's not that he doesn't pay, he has money."
Rashida Jones replied triumphantly: "It's not JIVE Records, but using his name as Warner's Q Records, and at the same time introducing you to the Warner family, believe us, Time Warner's media energy is what you need most right now." β
"How much do you give?"
"Q Records 10 million 20 percent, Warner Records 30 million take the remaining 30 percent, and the release contract of A+ Records." Rashida Jones replied, father and daughter were very scheming, "He said that you will have an impression of this number, you almost cooperated before." β
"Huh."
Not to mention that he earned more than 50 million yuan for himself last year, the valuation of A+ records with higher total revenue cannot be only 100 million, even if the record industry is getting worse and worse, it is too low, why did Quincy Jones take advantage of the fire to rob? 10 million is the offer that the old thing wanted to sign a five-year contract with him when he first debuted, and after a few years, his greedy nature has not changed at all, and he is embarrassed to send his daughter to revisit the old thing......
Song Ya sneered, "I'm sorry, this condition is too harsh, I never accept blackmail." β
"But we'll be of great help to you, you're in trouble right now, aren't you?" Rashida Jones also sneered.
"I don't think a murder suspect is a big deal, I'm already immune, and it's the same this time, I'll be fine after a while, and I didn't do it anyway. Unless...... You've heard something else. β
Song Ya clichΓ©.
"I don't know."
Rashida Jones deliberately grabbed the doorknob and gestured to leave, "Decide as soon as possible, I'm going to rush back to Harvard tomorrow for class." β
"So you can't get along with VIBE Magazine, so you have to go to Harvard?"
Song Ya interrupted. After 2PAC was killed, Quincy Jones was terrified and sent her son, who was signed on death row records, to Europe, and 2PAC's girlfriend, that is, the eldest daughter Kida Jones, was taken back to her home in Chicago and strictly forbidden to see reporters.
"Only? You're a ...... of the University of Chicago," Rashida Jones furious.
"Go back and tell your father, I won't accept threats."
You really take yourself seriously, don't you? It's like eating a fly...... No, just as disgusting as a fly, Song Ya walked up to her with little Lega in her arms, and said coldly word by word: "I won't eat his set when I'm fifteen years old, and I can always solve all troubles and enemies that stand in my way." β
"Arrogance! Narcissism! Rashida Jones tried hard to look up, but didn't survive more than three seconds before looking away.
"Humph......"
Why is your face red? Song Ya simply came closer, the tips of their noses were almost next to each other, uh......
No, although she is very beautiful, and she has inherited more of the appearance of a white mother, with a melon seed face and a pointed chin that looks a bit like a vixen, but ......
I can still vaguely see a little shadow of Quincy Jones's old thing's face, this is really not good, when I think of turning over at night, I suddenly see the person next to the pillow like Quincy Jones...... I can't get through that psychological hurdle at all.
The rapid leap of thinking softened his interest at this point, and he didn't flirt anymore, straightened up and turned back, and continued to coax his baby son.
"My sister can really help you, APLUS." She said leisurely behind her back.
"After all these years, your father still doesn't know me." Song Ya ignored the stubble.
"You're doing it yourself." She grunted open the door and left.
Rashida felt something different, returning to her high-rise apartment on the Upper West Side, the handsome appearance that had just been so close still haunted in her mind, the stubborn and strong masculinity, and the patience and tenderness with which she coaxed her children......
"In the end, it's just a scumbag, don't be so useless Rashida."
She encouraged herself with a still hot face, but in her mind, she fantasized about holding hands with him on the street and making the front page of all newspapers and magazines......
"Damn it!"
She found that she forgot to turn off the TV when she went out, and she didn't know whether to scold her forgetfulness or nonsense, so she walked over and was about to take the remote control, and suddenly found that the TV was playing news related to him, so she stopped and watched for a while.
"Oh......"
The more she looked at it, the more confused she became, and finally she suddenly leaned limply against the wall.
On the Upper East Side, Motula had just sent Anthony Pelicano out of the house, and when he returned, he began to call again and again to ask for nominations for next year's major awards in journalism and documentaries.
"Huh?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar face on the TV screen, and Cochran, the top black lawyer, seemed to be being interviewed by reporters, so he turned off the mute he had just set for the phone chat.
"Yes, I just accepted the official commission from APLUS to put the CBS Music Channel in the dock because of that inappropriate and completely unfactual documentary."
Cochran talks to the camera.
"We know you're often in charge of major cases involving African-American celebrities, such as O.J. Simpson, but does that mean that APLUS thinks the murder of 2PAC is a big problem for him? The documentary just raised a possibility......"
A reporter asked very badly.
"A lot of small and medium-sized media content is even more excessive!" There are also reporters shouting in the back.
"But CBS shouldn't, and we should be more ethical for it, shouldn't we?" Cochran replied.
"Morality? You know this kind of lawsuit can be difficult to win, right? Another reporter shouted, "Based on First Amendment ......"
"APLUS believes that as one of the most influential and wealthy African-Americans, it is incumbent upon him to stand up and stop the long-term, vicious speculation and metaphorical cold violence and persecution of minorities in various programs of major television networks......"
"Hopefully, I'll help him and all the people get a good precedent this time." β
"Precedents? How long do you want to fight the lawsuit without reconciliation? The reporter asked keenly.
"There is no option for reconciliation for the time being, and we will continue to fight until we get the fair result we want." Cochran replied.
"Hah! How much did you charge APLUS again this time? What about the Simpson case, the MJ case? Legend has it that you took tens of millions of lawyer fees from MJ for that case alone! A reporter shouted.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have anything to say about the other agents' cases. But this time, APLUS and I are happy to go public, 10 million, and the agency fee he paid to my law firm is 10 million. β
Cochrane looked directly into the camera, "One year." β