Chapter 174 Kowtow

"That's what the girl Fiona told the police."

Goodman quickly rushed over, "She said that her father, Frank, was an alcoholic who had been wandering outside, and the whole family regarded him as the only one. However, as the guardian of five children, Frank would go home once a week , receiving weekly welfare payments and unemployment benefits, most of them are used to pay the wine bills, and a small part is left for the few children in the family to maintain their lives."

Song Ya has experienced this kind of life, but Aunt Susie has a lot more conscience than Frank, and his five children use the money he left from drinking to maintain their lives, and they probably live worse than themselves.

"Fiona found out that Frank hadn't come home a week ago. She went to the bar to find someone. The people in the bar told him that Frank talked to an old man with a gray beard. The other party bought him some drinks and left. Frank After leaving the bar drunk and alone, no one saw him again."

"Later, the people in the bar saw the old Mike next to you on TV and recognized him as the person who bought Frank a drink in the bar, so Fiona appeared in front of the reporter today."

"Old Mike said the same thing to the police. He went to talk to Frank and told him not to harass Connie anymore. He left after saying that, that's all."

After listening to Goodman, Song Ya said: "This is unreasonable, right? Shouldn't Fiona's first choice be to call the police?"

"According to her, Frank often went missing, so he didn't take it seriously at first, and only asked a police friend to help him find it in private," Goodman replied.

"So she was so smart to seize an opportunity for media attention?" Song Ya couldn't believe it at all, how could a child who grew up in that kind of family have such a keen sense of smell.

"That girl was very pretty, you know, pretty girls can make a difference," Goodman said.

"A white girl who grew up in Nancheng dares to mess with a black singer with a gang background in Nancheng? You haven't really understood Chuck Nancheng, it's impossible." Song Ya shook her head again and again, "Unless someone encourages her, and that person is stronger than me force."

"So you suspect that you fell in love with Pablo?" Goodman was not persuaded: "Frank is also white. Didn't he trouble Susie and Connie?"

"He's different..." There's no need to say the ugly Song Ya, at least for the time being, he has already vaguely guessed why Frank would harass Connie.

"Pablo what? Ask you to help Little Lowry sing? You are more popular than Little Lowry, and your personal image and public perception are better than Little Lowry. Can Little Lowry take advantage of the two of you together?" As a lawyer, Goodman thought carefully.

Song Ya picked up the microphone and shouted at him,

"We'll find out soon." He dialed Hayden's phone. "Hayden, are you asleep? In bed, right? Get up... I want you to show up in New York tomorrow morning and find Pablo, Discuss with him about playing songs with Little Lowry."

"Why!?" Hayden protested loudly, "You and him..."

"Don't ask, don't ask any questions, you go to New York, start negotiations with Pablo, and then report the progress to me at any time."

"Okay, I'll do it...but it's your own decision, I reserve my opinion on APLUS." Hayden could only agree aggrievedly.

Hanging up the phone, facing Goodman's questioning eyes, Song Ya smiled and pointed at him and herself: "You are a lawyer, I am your client, I didn't kill Frank, but you don't believe it, what will you do? There are two different arguments, which would you use in court?"

"I'm not going to court..."

"Chuck!"

"Well, I'd probably go with the default defense of murder because clients often lie to lawyers," Goodman replied.

"Yes, Pablo is the same as you. He has decided that I did Frank. He thinks he has caught me. If he doesn't make good use of it, he won't be Pablo. What is he doing for little Lowry? Can do it all."

August 7th, nine ten in the morning.

"Chicago police have started a large-scale search for the whereabouts of the missing Frank Gallagher. The case involves the famous local singer APLUS and his bodyguards. Analysts believe that if Frank Gallagher's body is found, the case will make significant progress..." Chicago Local A brief broadcast of the news, with pictures of police officers questioning the masses.

Old Mike's Cadillac Fifth Avenue rolled slowly into the garage.

Song Ya hurried downstairs. When he saw the other party, he bowed and slowly pulled down the garage door.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Ya saw that one side of his face was swollen, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

"I was stopped by four garbage policemen, and we chatted for a while." Old Mike walked to the faucet, spat out blood, then bent down and poured water directly into his mouth.

"Who? Will there be trouble?" Song Ya asked.

"The leader is Vic McGee. They asked about the case. There will be no trouble, I promise." Old Mike took off his jacket and carefully checked his ribs.

"Do you want to call the doctor?"

"No, the old man is very tough." Old Mike said very stubbornly, "I have also solved Frank's matter, and he should be found in two days."

"Two days later, it will be No. 9? Very good, since you don't need it, then I won't call the doctor. You can deal with it yourself, the running-in period ah?" Song Ya felt relieved.

At ten o'clock, Hayden's call came in, and Song Ya turned off the TV.

"On the 9th, Lowry Jr. will be back in Chicago to play the opening act for the White Sox (major league baseball team) at New Comiskey Park, and he invites you to come and perform his new single 'I, Lowry Jr.'" Responsible for the chorus part and the phrase 'Chicago X4, RAP GODX4', Pablo told me, when you sing RAP GOD, you still have to point your finger at Little Lowry... This is too outrageous! It's just whimsical! It's completely in the Clearly up for grabs as the King of Rap in Chicago."

Hayden was very angry, "He might as well let you kowtow (kowtow) to Little Lowry on the spot."

"That's it, that's it! Hayden!"

On the contrary, Song Ya was relieved. Pablo was deceived by himself. He thought that he sent Hayden there overnight because he was afraid that the murder case would be exposed. The price was also very logical. Frank's daughter was found by him, and he could not be wrong!

"How much is the liquidated damages for this kind of performance? Okay... If you do this, agree to him, but you must lower the price first, handle it carefully, and don't make him suspicious... No, never touch the issue of liquidated damages."

After twelve o'clock, all the noon news and daily news from various stations were brought together at home, and the scene was very lively. The focus of the attack on Song Ya was indeed on the Frank case, and words such as gangs and murder frequently appeared on TV screens and in the newspaper.

"That's it, that's it..."

Instead, Song Ya became more and more excited. He said to Eli who came to the door: "Reversal, I want a beautiful, perfect, artistic reversal!"

"As you wish." Dillie smiled.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Snoop Dogg came to visit.

Song Ya met him in the garage, accompanied by Old Mike.

"YO! Derry asked me to bring you a lofty tribute APLUS brother, how do you say that sentence, a dog that bites does not bark, we know you at the first sight, you are much more ruthless than little Lowry .” Snoop Dogg came up with a set of gesticulating RAP.

"Search him, Mike." Song Ya didn't want to talk to him at all.

"Hey! Take it easy, what do you take me for? Am I a betrayer?" Snoop Dogg raised his hands to cooperate with the search, and protested loudly at the same time.

Old Mike searched out a small bag of leaves very carefully, opened the plastic bag, and poured the contents into the sewer.

"FXXK, it's a pity, that's the best stuff." Snoop Dogg said reluctantly.

"I'm in trouble now. What's the matter with you?" Song Ya asked him.

"It's still the same thing, we rely on you, Derry and I! Brother, please seriously think about it, GD doesn't cover us, we only have one choice, the rappers of the lame gang go to the blood gang Help? Really, we will be laughed to death by then."

Snoop Dogg came here for that matter, "You send a shooter, just one, and you can go to Los Angeles to get it done. Big E will be scared of your pants, and you are famous now! The rap industry will not accept anything, I'll give in to a ruthless person like you!"

He pointed at Old Mike, "You can send this old man there!"