Chapter 173 Pablo Calls

"I don't sleep in the company today, why should I lower my quality of life because of people who hacked me."

Song Ya saw Taraji start tidying the sofa in the office, and said, "You are driving today, old Mike has something to do."

"Okay, let me pack my things." Taraji turned to tidy up the desk.

"Um."

Song Yachao took a look downstairs. There were fewer reporters than during the day, but the OB van was still there. The paparazzi gathered in small groups to chat, and some people brought a lot of hot dogs and coffee on motorcycles. not going.

He went to the recording studio, and Delay and the others were surrounding the computer. When they looked over, it turned out that they were not doing business and were playing games. Al was operating, and Delay, Andrew, and Henry, three white men, stood behind him to give ideas.

Song Ya knew that they were free, all the song recording work was over, and there was really nothing to do for the A+ record, "I was so emotionally fluctuating, but I didn't even get the first apocalypse song..." He was a little frustrated.

"There are too many reporters, and someone in the building complained to the owner, saying that parking and office work have been affected." Delay said when he saw him come in.

"It's too miserable to be kicked out of the building by the owner at this time, and it will become the laughing stock of Quanmi." Song Ya said.

"That's not enough, the owner hasn't sent us a formal warning yet." Delay asked, "Are you going home today?"

"Well, you can answer too, but don't answer any questions from the reporter."

"Okay." Several people agreed one after another.

Song Ya saw that the games they played were not like the previous villains jumping around or flying tanks, "What kind of game is this?"

"Civilization, Sid Meier's civilization." Al stood up, "You guys play, I'm not good at this kind of strategy game." He said to Song Ya: "Mawota and I will escort you into the car."

"Strategy? Then give me a copy and I'll go home and play. I've been a little unlucky recently, and I don't have the time to play music and study." Song Ya asked them for a few floppy disks and stuffed them into his pocket.

Protected by Al and Mawota from left to right, the reporters went down the stairs, and the reporters immediately surrounded him with their eyes glowing like wolves seeing their prey.

"APLUS, talk about the disappearance! What did your bodyguard do to that homeless man? Why?"

"APLUS look this way! Has the homeless man been killed? Did you order it yourself?"

"Tell me about your life, APLUS,

Did you really only tip $100 in Las Vegas for three days? "

"Were you and Mira together on the recording of De Klerk?"

Faced with all sorts of strange questions from the reporters, Al muttered all the way that he had no comment, and covered Song Ya into the car, and Taraji immediately accelerated and drove away.

The sound of the engine at the back was loud, and the lights of the big and small cars flashed to keep up.

"Damn reporter." Taraji turned to the right, forcing the motorcyclist who was about to stick to the window to retreat.

"Don't bother with them, I'm used to it."

At this moment, the phone rang, and he picked it up, "Tomorrow is time for dance practice, are you going?" Fergie asked.

"No, don't go either, just stay at home." Song Ya replied.

"But I've been at home for two days..." Fergie said pitifully.

"Now I can't give the reporter a new rhythm, so just feel wronged. Is someone cooking for you?" Song Ya felt a little bit guilty. Keep a distance from yourself and pretend to be an ordinary relationship, and now you have to stay at home to avoid the limelight.

"Delay's girlfriend will bring food." Fergie replied.

"Okay, it should be fine in a few days."

After the call was over, the phone rang again, "APLUS, how is the situation now?" It was Pablo, he asked with concern.

"It's not clear yet. Uh, I'm in the car and there are many reporters around. Why don't we talk when I get home?"

"Okay, you call this number." Pablo reported an unfamiliar landline number.

Back at the house in Hyde Park, the paparazzi were finally stopped outside the villa, and it was temporarily clean.

After comforting the worried Aunt Susie, he returned to the bedroom, sat in front of the landline and thought about it calmly for more than ten minutes before calling Pablo back.

"Little Lowry asked me to apologize to you on his behalf. He didn't expect that bitch to speak to the media. We have already warned her and should not cause you any more trouble." Pablo said.

"Thank you, Pablo."

Song Ya asked back: "How are you doing over there? Has the trouble been solved?"

"Who knows, our energy is now focused on Little Lowry's new college. His first shot at Atlantic Records must not fail. After a series of negative incidents, Atlantic Records is very supportive of us and has never given up on supporting us." Pablo I don't want to talk about his troubles, "Have you heard the first single of his new album?"

"Yeah... nice, RAP GOD RAP GOD...". "Song Ya snorted with a smile.

"Haha, yes, it's very good, but it's a pity that the news about Cooper and N.W.A first, and then about you and Mira, the publicity effect is not ideal, and we can't win the page. The only news is to mention When it comes to your gang connections, bring little Lowry in."

Pablo's words were a bit weird, and Song Ya immediately raised his caution, "Sorry, I didn't expect things to turn out like this."

"It's none of your business, I know, don't mind, we're just a little... uh, pure bad luck." Pablo continued: "We've had bad luck lately. Has the bum thing been resolved? If You feel embarrassed, maybe I can help, send someone over to talk to his daughter or something."

Song Yaben was going to decline, but changed his mind, and changed his mind: "I don't need it for the time being, right? If there is really no other way, I will call you."

"Yeah, that's it. We are all a family. We should help each other. After you solve your troubles, maybe you can join forces with little Lowry to play songs or something. It's been a long time since you have appeared in front of the media together... Tony also Miss you very much."

Pablo's words made Song Ya's heart cold, "Okay..." Xu Yu hung up the phone after a few words.

"What would Pablo do if he judged that I really killed Frank?"

He put his hand on the microphone, thought about this issue carefully, and didn't mention anything else. The relationship between the two sides is very delicate now, competition is greater than cooperation, but they have the same gang background and it is difficult to openly turn their faces. Little Lowry has a shooting case, and he just got a missing case. Pablo shouldn't have talked so much with him, right! Talking so much has its own problems.

"If Pablo really judged that I killed Frank...It is very possible that he may know the relationship between Frank and Aunt Susie, and before the mass media has dug up my motive for 'killing', he would have predicted it earlier This matter. I am a very family-oriented person. Pablo knows that Tony is with him. Tony is older and knows more about the relationship between Aunt Susie and Frank than I do. Maybe he slipped the tongue and revealed it to Pablo. He does not mean that……"

"Maybe Pablo speculated that I solved Frank's trouble, so he went to find Frank's daughter and lured her to make trouble in public when the media mobbed me?"

"What about ability? There must be ability. Pablo can enjoy himself in Nancheng, and he can easily find Frank's family who is also in Nancheng."

"What about the time? Is the time right? Not right. It was yesterday that the media focused their attention on me on a large scale. Frank's daughter appeared downstairs at my record company at four o'clock that afternoon. Pablo and the others didn't respond. It will be that fast, unless..."

He thought of the only possibility, "Unless he had been eyeing me long ago, when Frank's daughter started looking for his father, the two sides had contact, but it hadn't started yet, and happened to coincide with the media carnival triggered by Mira... ..."

He picked up the microphone again, hesitated with his finger on the button, and dialed Goodman's phone, "Come to my house, right away."