Chapter 60 Big A

A few days later, at nine o'clock at night, Song Ya still stood downstairs at the big A radio station.

There is no way, I can't find a suitable place in a short time, or it is too expensive, or the surrounding residents do not accept the recording studio, or the law and order cannot meet the requirements.

Mira has gone to Fiji with the Blue Coral Reef crew. De Lai is about to come to work. He is the first official employee under Song Ya. The annual salary of the general manager of A+ is 35,000. And give him a weekly salary. There is no place to work for him with a double salary for nothing, which Song Ya is absolutely reluctant to part with.

I had no choice but to take Big A into consideration. Coincidentally, Cooper came to Chicago to do publicity, and he was going to participate in Big A's radio program in the evening, so I happened to meet him here, killing two birds with one stone.

“The surrounding environment and law and order are quite good.”

Song Asheng looked around, pointing at the 11-story building in front of him, which was at least several dozen years old, "This building belongs to the estate management fund of an old Qian family. In addition to adjusting the rent according to the market price, as long as the tenant abides by the law and They generally don’t take the initiative to evict people when they pay the rent.”

"Although this is GD's territory, you can see that the law and order is good now. You have to be careful after eleven o'clock in the evening. There are often robberies. You must bring a five-knife ten-knife knife with you. If you give money, it won't embarrass you. But don’t be afraid of 10,000, just in case, it’s better not to wander around here alone in the early hours of the morning...” Al pointed to an alley in the distance and added, “There is a GD sales point there. Now, rich white guys drive in, pay with one hand and deliver with the other, and a transaction will not exceed thirty seconds."

At this time, a black man wearing a GD flower turban appeared in the alley, and looked towards them. It should be Al's pointing that aroused their vigilance.

"Hey, brother!" Al raised his hand in a GD gang gesture.

The man nodded this way and stepped back into the darkness of the alley.

"Fine."

It seems that what Al said is right, Big A is a chicken thief. Outside he gives the street impression of a group of gangsters, but the location of the radio station where he lives and works is very "coincidental". The owner is also very formal, and that kind of "sales point" basically exists in the whole city, so it is unavoidable.

The three of them entered the building. The building was deserted at night, but the property security was well-equipped. Big A's radio station was on the fourth floor. Song Ya went to the third and fifth floors to check. They were all regular companies. The third floor was a shopping mall on the first and second floors. The fifth floor is the book warehouse of a publishing company. There are no people there no matter day or night. Unexpectedly, as at home, if the musical instrument is slightly louder, it will be reported as a nuisance.

The two elevators are old objects with fences, and the interior decoration of the building is also old.

"The rent of new office buildings is very expensive, there is no way." Song Asheng said.

On the fourth floor, Big A's radio station is room 401, and the room he sublet out has another door to enter, and the nameplate on the door is 401A.

"That's good, that's good. This can avoid risks. If something happens over there, we won't have any entanglement with us legally." Song Asheng was very satisfied with this.

"Do you think it's okay here?" Song Ya asked him.

"Boss, according to your budget, this is the only place." Song Asheng said truthfully.

"Ugh!"

Song Ya raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, when suddenly the door was pulled open from the inside, and Cooper rushed out first, and the two bumped into each other.

"APLUS! Let's talk again next time we have a chance!" Cooper dropped his words and led his followers to run out, disappearing in an instant.

"FXXX!"

Big A shouted angrily from inside. He held his nose, blood flowed from his fingers, and chased him out with two followers each holding a baseball bat.

"Hey! Ice Cooper! Don't let me see you again! The Crips don't look good in Chicago!"

How can his fat body catch up,

I had no choice but to open the window, and uttered a few harsh words to Cooper who had already run outside the building.

"It's not bad that you didn't move the gun." Song Ya secretly added another point to him from the side.

"APLUS, right?"

Big A turned around resentfully, saw Song Ya, and complained, "Aren't you one of our GD's? Why didn't you help me stop him just now!"

"Feel sorry."

Song Ya shrugged, "I didn't react."

"Aw..."

Big A held his nose and bent over and moaned in pain. His two younger brothers quickly dropped their bats to find gauze and medicine.

When he stopped the bleeding, Song Ya also had a general understanding of the ins and outs. It's very simple. Big A has always supported N.W.A. Naturally, he has nothing good to say about Cooper who is against N.W.A. This time Cooper came to the door by himself. How could he Chances for cynicism may be missed.

Although Cooper was born in a well-educated family and received a good education, he has been in the street rap circle for so many years, and he is considered a big hit. How could he be influenced by a radio DJ who is only slightly famous in the city of Chicago? Run away.

"Hey! Stay with me, let's help each other, 1+1 is greater than 2, understand? APLUS, I know you have created two platinum singles, and you are in the limelight, but don't underestimate me..."

Ten minutes later, in his thirties, the big A with dirty braids and a thick gold chain followed Song Ya, opening his mouth in a rapping voice, "In Chicago, as long as I move my mouth, I can at least help you sell 100,000 more records. Really, I'm never a braggart."

"Um."

Song Ya agreed without a word, and concentrated on measuring the area of ​​401A with the number of steps.

"Recording studio, control room, office... It's just right to have a foyer and reception here." He calculated in his mind according to the layout of Lao Qiao's music, and the size was just enough. "Can the rent be lowered?"

"Brother, don't be like this, if I didn't lose the custody lawsuit with my ex-wife, this place wouldn't be rented to others, look!"

Big A pointed to the billiard table standing upright in the corner, "This big place used to be a place for me and my brothers to relax, look..."

He pointed to the two large arcade machines on the other side of the wall, "Your fucking rent will be paid to that woman, damn it, I shouldn't have gotten married! Her lawyer is driving me crazy during this time."

The arcade machine was still plugged in, Song Ya held the joystick and tried it, and the PAC-MAN on the screen began to eat beans.

He went to Big A's radio station again, and there was no 401A. The remaining 401 only had a lounge, an office and a studio. In the studio, apart from broadcasting equipment, there were all kinds of vinyl records. Two to three people sit.

Glancing at Song Asheng, "Boss, it's easy to talk about the price." The old man said in Chinese.

The big A next to him was bewildered.

"Okay, that's it." Song Ya stretched out her fist, "The decoration staff will move in as soon as possible, please cooperate."

"Hey! Brother, that's right! No problem, it's all on me!"

Big A skillfully arranged a complicated set of fist bumps, then hugged each other, turned his head and yelled at the two followers, "Speak out, APLUS will be my brother from now on, Big A, A+, are all family members, do you understand? Logging tired!"