One million eight hundred and eighty thousand plus commission, two million was spent so suddenly, Song Ya put the ring box into the inner pocket of the dress, and left the Waldorf Astoria Hotel quickly with a black face.

"Are you okay? Boss. ”

Mawota turned back from the driver's seat and looked at him as he slammed the back of his hand with mindfulness.

"It's okay, let's go to the airport, I'm going to get back to Chicago as soon as possible."

The ring is not in a hurry, and now the time is very tight, and he has to solve the matter of Mariah Carey's bodyguard and old Mike's side first.

The bodyguard was easy to do and was found in Chicago, and he asked Goodman to hire a five-person team from the security company that ran the CNA insurance company, and he deliberately excluded Italians when selecting the team. CNA Insurance Company has business dealings with A+ Records, these people have never had anything to do with the entertainment industry, and their professional quality is also excellent, but they are a little rusty about the security content of stars, but Mariah Carey's security pressure is not great, practice makes perfect, and it should be no problem to run in for a while.

"Vic, how's it going?"

Cassity's father was quickly whipped up again after Peter Flock's resignation due to the scandal, this time he didn't even have to catch the patrol officers who violated the rules, and was directly suspended for investigation, and together with three colleagues from the stormtroopers, he heard that a 200,000 knife from an Armenian gang was intercepted and his whereabouts were unknown, and all four of them were suspected. Song Ya simply planned to call him to New York to help Old Mike arrest the witness.

"Fxxk, busy."

The bald man is still holding on, "We have to clear our suspicions and prove our innocence." ”

"Was that money really swallowed by your partners?" Song Ya asked, staring into his eyes.

"Who did you work with? FBI？ Internal Investigation Team? ”

He alertly began rummaging in the car, "Where are the bugs hidden?" ”

"No, but I guess you can do it." There was no one else in the car, so Song Ya asked him to search in the car and on himself, "Cassity's scholarship is also yellow, and you are raising college tuition for her, right?" The new state attorney, Charlize, is very targeted at you and your colleagues. ”

"Hey! Boy, don't ask about my family! He threatened viciously.

"I can ......"

Before Song Ya could speak, he grabbed his collar, "You fucking stay away from my daughter!" ”

"What then? Can you bear to let her go to a junk community school? She's doing so well. Song Ya was accustomed to his pale threatening remarks, and continued: "I know you didn't plan to help her apply for a student loan, she studied so hard to get a scholarship, the last time I saw her, her hair was dry and split ends......"

"I can fix it!" Vic shoved him away.

"How do you solve it? Paying for tuition with black money? Song Ya stared at him coldly, "You've seen the news about my ex-girlfriend Mira, right?" She spent a lot of her father's ill-gotten gains, so now she can't even go back to the United States, do you want to see Cassidy end up like her one day? In college, I was suddenly told that I was embarrassed in front of all my classmates because of the unknown source of the tuition fee given by my father? Then her whole life is ruined, and her younger siblings ......"

Vic stopped talking, his chest panting like a bellows.

"Listen, Vic, I have an errand here, it's simple, but the revenge is very rich, and it's much cleaner and safer than the black money earned." Song Ya saw that his mental defense began to collapse, and stepped up his flickering: "Go to New York, stay with your friends for a few days, just relax, and then take that money back and pay Cassity's tuition openly!" ”

"I don't accept handouts NGers!" He scolded: "And I'm not leaving Chicago, I'm not leaving the police force!" ”

"Oh GOD!"

Song Ya held his head in both hands, "Can you stop fighting with me Irish!" I'm not giving alms, uh, I do pay a premium, but I don't need you to thank me for anything, I really need the help of a professional this time to go to New York to do something, that's it! ”

"Pull the trigger kind?"

"You can't keep anything else in your mind except for breaking the law and committing crimes, right?" Song Ya reluctantly lay down on the seat, "Catch an illegal wiretapper, just do what you are good at, squat continuously twenty-four hours a day, arrange surveillance that is not easy to be discovered, preserve evidence, and get the stolen goods!" That's it! ”

"Illegal surveillance?" Vic's brain circuits are finally pulled back into their normal track.

"Yes, a celebrity friend of mine found out that her phone was illegally bugged, but after we discussed it, it was decided that it was better not to call the police immediately, but to keep it quietly and wait for the eavesdropper to change the tape and battery before arresting someone." Song Ya said.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Vic touched the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Sounds pretty good." ”

"Of course, we will never break the law, the work will be easy, and we are still on the side of justice." Song Ya looked at him as he looked at his stormtroopers teammates who were chatting in the distance outside the car, "Hey, don't be cranky, I'll pay you directly to Kasiti's dedicated account." ”

"I agreed, when will I go?" Vic didn't bother anymore and asked, touching his bald head.

"The sooner the better, you go to this address, take advantage of the night, and try not to be discovered." Song Ya gave him the address of Tribeca's own downstairs unit, "After that, everything will be under the command of Old Mike." ”

“WTF！ No way! He started jumping again.

"Fxxk you Vic, be mature, you are a detective of the Chicago Police Department, as long as you go to work honestly, you will not be like this!" Song Ya uncovered his scars.

"yes yes, isn't old Mike also a police officer? What has he become? Looking at the parking lot gate? Vic retorted.

"At least now he won't do anything out of the ordinary."

"He's promoted now, guarding the door for rich singers, arresting people? Hmph, he's definitely not as professional as I am. Vic said.

"Then you go and catch people professionally, as long as everything goes well, I will pay a lot of money."

After a lot of good words, he finally coaxed his cheap father-in-law and his party to New York.

Mariah Carey was immediately contacted for potential new agent options.

"Hey, Sandy, are you on vacation?"

He called Sandy Gren first, but he didn't call back until twelve o'clock in the evening.

"Uh, no." Sandy Glenn's voice sounded tired, "I'm busy with MJ's world tour in the second half of the year." ”

"Was August right?"

"Yes, late August, go to Asia first." He said.

"I told you about that yesterday to Mariah Carey, and she listened, but I have a feeling you have other strong competitors ahead of you." Song Ya said around the corner.

"Really?" Sandy Glenn's tone was a little excited, "I was just talking to Tommy about this, and that guy told me that Miss Kelly wasn't going to change agents, who should I listen to?" ”

Song Ya frowned, "Motura? Is he with you? ”

"Uh, yes, we're all in Neverland, meeting to talk about uh...... Touring things. Sandy Glenn said, "So, Mr. Motura and Miss Kelly, who is going to call the shots on this?" ”

"Miss Kelly, of course."

Song Ya said: "She has the right to choose her own agent, but don't tell Motura about her attitude." ”

"I know, I'll keep it a secret, I'm the tightest mouth in the business." Sandy Glenn replied.

"If, I mean, if you become Miss Kelly's agent, you know what to do between her and Motura, right?" Song Ya hinted.

"Of course, I'm only loyal to my customers." He replied.

"Sandy, come!" The voice that seemed to be MJ's lawyer Blanca came from the microphone, which was quite polite, and Song Ya knew that he and Sandy Gren had long been at odds with each other.

"This guy...... OKAY, I'M GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER MEETING, APLUS, THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP, IF YOU CAN ARRANGE FOR ME TO SIT DOWN WITH MISS KELLY AND HAVE A GOOD CHAT......" Sandy Gren said, "but not in the near future, there's a lot going on MJ's side." ”

"No problem."

Song Ya looked at the time, "Are you still in a meeting so late?" He muttered to himself and hung up the phone.