Chicago 1990

In the afternoon of January 4, 1997, Song Ya looked up after going out. It was ok, cloudy, but there was no sign of snow.

　　 got into the car in a good mood.

　　 and Rashida again last night...

　　 Actually thinking about Quincy Jones’s face, it’s not too annoying, maybe this is Aiwu and Wuba hehe.

　　 "……"

　　 He hummed a few songs, and then talked to Linda about the new A+ and Metropolis records.

　　 The black Mercedes Benz team drove all the way out of the city.

　　 "Figi and Mira both post specials this year, and Dion Wilson will also post specials under the stage name of N. this year, as well as the Destiny's girl group going to the metropolis and..."

　　 Linda retelled the basic situation, "Figi asked you for the title song."

　　 "Just say Sayso."

　　 Song Ya has already prepared the lyrics and music, "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 sent Kingsley to take advantage of the contract exchange and knocked on their own signing fee, and rebelled? Haha, I had to compromise at the time, and I must give some color afterwards, "If you understand Fergie's character, observe first, and then allow her to come to me when you feel that she is really anxious, and that's it."

　　 Linda shook her head and laughed. "What about Mira? Even David Geffen knows that you have prepared a title song for you."

　　 "Ready too, uh..."

Song Ya thought for a while, "She's a bit lazy, you can wait for her to practice the other tracks on the album first, and the most important thing is to be proficient with rock bands. This year we mainly promote her, and Mr. Geffen also means that. There must be a variety of live performance opportunities."

　　 "OK, Dion?"

　　 "He can take care of himself."

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

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

　　 "I can't write a girl group song."

　　 This Song Ya really can't help, there is no female rhythm and blues combination of the apocalypse in his hand, the clever woman can hardly cook without rice, I knew that I would have kept the songs for Brenda for now. Speaking of the song IfIWereaBoy already given to the ex-wife, is it still sung by the future Beyoncé. Do you want to organize a combination campaign and produce an apocalypse back to Beyoncé? He pondered.

　　 "Brenda?" Linda just asked.

"Ha ha……"

　　 still take the apocalypse song to give the troublemaker? I'm not cheap, but Linda's husband is Brenda's agent. Taking this into consideration, Song Ya didn't say anything strange.

　　 Mentioned Brenda, he almost forgot to call his ex-wife, "Give me the phone."

　　 The phone is connected, "Mimi..."

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

"I'm free now, do you want someone to pick up Xiao Leijia from me for a while? Seeing that you also arranged a lot of activities and business performances at the beginning of the year..." Song Ya missed Leijia, and it happened that Xue Linfen was six. No. go.

　　 "Dreaming! My son will not leave New York!" she scolded, "My business performances are all nearby, not as busy as you think. My main job is to record this year's new album."

　　 "New album? Oh right..."

Song Ya remembered that the original soundtrack album of the Titanic was produced by Sony Columbia Records, so he told his ex-wife the news, "It’s a super production of 200 million yuan. Would you like to sing if there is a theme song? It happened to be this year. In the new college, I am now very influential in that project."

　　 "Hmph, I know, 60 million people please men." She was yin and yang strange.

　　 "Just be careful, you don't know who I am?" The mention of Song Ya was upset.

　　 "Who are you!? Ang? Scumbag!"

　　 "It's okay, it's okay. Don't make a noise or talk about business... Why do you always interrupt? I just want to pick up Xiao Leijia..."

"I won't let Little Rega go to your women's den! Humph! Those who pursue old women can now go from Broadway to Wall Street! Real estate tycoons, football stars, singers, movie stars, richer than you are more dedicated than you Choose the younger and handsomer than you!"

　　 The ex-wife had this temper anyway, and suddenly started yelling on the other side of the phone. Song Ya was so quarreled that his head hurt, so she just hung up to be clean.

"Arrived."

　　 Old Mike stopped the car.

　　 "Jimmy, prepare the law test materials, we will start intensive study in two days..." After Song Ya finished the last phone call, he threw the phone back to Linda, pushed the door and got out of the car.

　　 "Huh!"

　　 The wind was bigger than the Highland Park, and the temperature seemed to be slightly lower. He got out of the car and took a deep breath of refreshing cold air, refreshing himself.

　　 The snow has not melted, and the eyes are white. In the distance, the skyline meets the gloomy sky, and the boundaries are difficult to distinguish.

　　 "It won't snow tomorrow, right?"

In front of you is the headquarters of A+CN and A+ Records in the future. Some board houses and construction machinery are concentrated in the foundation construction area. Tomorrow, the governor and other politicians will come over to hold the foundation laying ceremony. He is most worried about the weather, because the ceremony is only done. An open-air large temporary canvas canopy can barely cover the podium and the audience seats.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "The weather forecast says no." Old Mike looked at the busy workers in the distance and asked: "Your body armor..."

　　 "It's here." Song Ya patted his chest, stiffly, "I wish I could take him off soon, Mike."

　　 Only old Mike can understand, hum.

　　 Actually, he will not go to the construction area at all today, and there is no opportunity to communicate with the workers. He mainly came to inspect the preparations for the groundbreaking ceremony. After all, the governor and mayor personally attended the event, and the media will also report on major events.

　　 A group of people walked into the big colorful tent. Ms. Sloan was standing on the podium fiddling with the microphone. A+CN President Gordon was also there, directing the staff to arrange the seats on site.

　　 "Hey, Gordon, have a chat?"

"Ok."

　　 said hello and walked over, staring at the cornerstone half-buried in the soil outside the canopy with Gordon, and there were several shovels next to him, which he personally requested.

　　 "Dan Burton did a good job at that."

　　 He praised while checking the corporate information on the cornerstone.

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

　　A lot of black politicians actually do things like that. Of course, Song Ya didn't say such horrible things. He kicked a dirt to the foundation stone and crashed it.

　　 "Tomorrow the most important thing is over there." Gordon didn't say much, and took him to the front of the observatory seat. The backrests of the first three rows of chairs were posted with the names of the politicians who will be there tomorrow and their family members or attachés.

　　 Etiquette and etiquette, name and reality, Westerners are also very particular about this, it is best not to make a big mistake in ranking, for example, it would be offensive to get Chicago Jr. Daley in the back row. In fact, it is more rigorous to put each person's photo on the seat, and the organizer and the public relations staff carefully discuss the exchange method, because they are afraid that the staff in charge of the introduction will cause misunderstandings because they do not know the guests themselves.

"Let me see."

Sloan took out a list of people present, and Song Ya wanted to come over and check the notes posted on the seats one by one, "Governor Flock and his chief of staff Eli sit here, um...little Daly and his wife and children …How many kids? This is a member of the state legislature in the local constituency, right?"

　　 "Their entourage will also come over for final confirmation before the ceremony tomorrow."

　　 Seeing Song Ya's tangled troubles, Sloan reminded.

　　 "Yes."

　　 Nothing was wrong, Sloan and Gordon were both the most professional in this kind of thing, and Song Ya was relieved.

　　 "APLUS!? Ha, you too!"

　　 Outside, a middle-aged white man wearing a construction helmet called himself affectionately. Song Ya turned his head and looked at him, oh, Kozko, a close friend of the governor’s real estate agent.

A+ Real Estate bought the land of Old Barn for 5 million and was responsible for part of the infrastructure construction. Then A+CN and A+ Records paid more money to buy the land needed by their respective headquarters, and introduced builders to start construction. This is roughly the process .

　　 Since there is no need to please the builders in the jurisdiction where the original Barn fluorescent agent factory is located, part of the construction project here is handed over to Kozko's construction company, which is considered as an exchange of interests with the governor.

　　 Kozko also got news from the governor in advance and started buying some nearby farmland. As for how they divided it afterwards, Song Ya didn't want to care.

　　 "Let me say that our system is too inefficient. The mayor should be a subordinate of the governor, and the counties are the same! Are you right?"

　　 The two walked out of the canopy and walked to a quiet place, Kozko sighed suddenly.

　　 No, are you floating or Peter floating? Song Ya glanced at him strangely. Before Peter became governor, his status in Illinois politics was much lower than that of Daly and Underwood.... He still had a history of imprisonment.

　　 "Maybe," he replied.

　　 "Look... here... there..."

　　 However, Kozko is a pragmatist who started from scratch after all. After a few words, he asked his subordinates for a long drawing tube, extracted the construction drawings inside and explained it, "The next renderings..."

　　 Gordon and Linda also surrounded them with concern.

In short, no matter how Gordon doesn’t like this place, things have been settled. He pointed to the tall antenna tower on the future headquarters building of A+CN and began to comment, “I feel that reinforcement is needed. It’s very windy here. Satellite receiver..."

"Ok?"

　　 Song Ya was listening intently, and suddenly felt a little cold on his head. At first glance, there were a few crystal snowflakes on the sleeves of the windbreaker. "Damn! The weather forecast didn't say..."

　　 Old Mike shrugged.

　　Snowflakes are as big as goose feathers. Fortunately, they are only floating in the sky sporadically at present, which is nothing in Chicago in winter.

After this episode, Song Ya didn’t bother to listen to Kozko’s chanting of technical terms. He walked alone to a small mound in the distance and looked around. The sky became more gloomy, but his mood was not affected. Looking at the foundation under construction in the distance, I thought that according to Kozko’s beautiful renderings, there will be two buildings and a series of ancillary facilities erected here in the future...

　　 These are my own six years, no, seven years of hard work!

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Huge construction sites and high-rise buildings are in front of you. The pleasure of seeing real objects, especially land and real estate, seems to be better than those hundreds of millions in stock accounts The numbers have to come directly and directly stimulate more.

　　 He couldn't help being proud, and he opened his arms as if embracing the tall buildings of the future.

　　‘Ah...ding-ding-dong-dong, ding-ding-dongdong...’

　　 Cool! At this time, the apocalyptic music came again. It seemed to be a pure symphony again. It was mixed with vocals like BabaYetu, but it was more magnificent and more aggressive. Since the Apocalypse Can'tHoldU, it was all movie clips. I thought God wouldn’t give it. Sing it haha...

　　 The cello and violin parts are very comfortable, but they should not be of the gospel type. The rhythm is progressive and faster and faster. It feels a bit like the soundtrack made by Hans Zimmer for the movie soundtrack made by Clash of Death Island. Hey, praise!

　　 "Look, I will live up to the gift, all the way to the peak..."

　　 He closed his eyes and secretly made a big wish.

　　 "Brothers, grazing is no longer allowed here!"

Mavota, who was on guard in the distance, interrupted his thoughts, frowned, opened his eyes, oh, it was the three red-necked farmers and herdsmen, riding a horse from a distance, and the first one saw that he was standing upright on the stirrup. Body, waved to this side.

　　 "It's okay, let them come after you check."

　　 Kozko happened to be there, probably because of farmland trading.

　　 But the apocalyptic music in his mind was getting better, but it gradually became a bit unbearable. The next paragraph was very loud, and there were dull drums and harsh cymbals, which disturbed him.

　　 "Hey! Don't touch my things!"

　　 The cowboy over there also quarreled with Mavota. He had to raise his forehead to resist Apocalypse's byproducts: dizziness and discomfort in the head and eardrum.

In the third paragraph of 　　 ‘Boom’, after a heavy drum beat, the music turned out to be louder and faster.

　　 "Hey! It's almost done..." he thought.

　　 "BOSS!"

　　 No, it seems that there are gunshots and horseshoes in the middle? It's not right, Mavota seems to be yelling to himself, the cry is very sad.

　　 He raised his head and looked over there, only to find that the three cowboys rushed towards him on horseback, and the one who headed the head raised his hand, ‘bang! ’It’s really a gunshot...

He felt like a bee stung at the neck of his neck, his hands and whole body instantly squatted subconsciously, his right hand pressed there, and by the way, he saw the fierce white face that rushed to the neighborhood in an instant, and his beard was shaved. , Not the cowboy I saw last time.

　　 Is the AK in his hand? It seems to be the same as the red neck in the MV of the Apocalypse song?

　　‘Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

　　 "Hey..."

　　 There seemed to be something flowing out between the fingers pressing the neck, and the movement of the world seemed to slow down suddenly. What am I thinking about! ? He turned and ran.

　　 "Fxxk!"

　　 The AK in the opponent's hand seemed to be jammed, shouting yelling behind the back and pulling the gun.

　　 "Mike! Save..."

　　 There seemed to be some fishy and sweet liquid spraying out of her mouth.

　　 He saw Old Mike waving and shouting at him and taking out his gun from the back~www.ltnovel.com~ Linda and Sloan were hugged in horror.

　　‘Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

　　 What do you want me to do? More and more messy gunshots and screams, fear, fear, and unwillingness, there is still apocalyptic music in my mind... I can't hear clearly.

　　 suddenly seemed to be hit by a train behind him, "Ah!" He lost his balance, and his whole body trembled a few times like a hip-hop, and then he fell to the ground, his chin knocked, causing pain.

　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." He saw the blood in his mouth flicking a long red trail on the ground in front of him, ‘Boom! Bang! ’Two more blows on the body and legs? Three times? "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmahhhhhhhhhhhmh i do not want to die..."

　　 The will to survive asked him to reach out and grab the snow and soil on the ground, struggling to crawl forward, tears and wailing.

　　‘Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

　　 "I don't want to die..."

　　 He heard the sound of old Mike crouching beside him and shooting, the symphony stopped abruptly, and then his brain suddenly seemed to be disconnected and he lost consciousness.

　　 "APLUS! Alexander! Alex! Song!"

　　I don't know how long he was in a daze. He woke up again. It seemed that he was already in the car. It was a little bumpy. Old Mike kept turning back and yelling while driving, his expression savage.

　　 There is a hand pressing his neck.

"I……"

He wanted to speak, but he couldn't. It was extremely cold, his teeth trembled, thick blood clogged his throat, pain everywhere on his body, countless memory clips flashed back in his mind like a movie, "I can't breathe," I can't breathe... Mike..."