Chapter 413: From the Future

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New York police cracked a drug case yesterday...'

In the TV screen, the police officers with the dogs are picking up the leaves and other white substances hidden in the sauce bucket from the back kitchen of M Kee on 560 Street. Several black shop assistants dodged the camera and were escorted into the police car. Also includes several Brooklyn gang members...'

Two tall black men with their heads wrapped in clothes were taken out of the house, and the cameraman also deliberately took a close-up of the lame bandana that fell on the ground. Song Ya looked like Jazzy and his follower Biggs vaguely from the figure. Have fun, this kid Really sincere, after becoming famous, recall the "glorious" past in the song?

"The news source in New York is very accurate." Goodman beside him said.

There is no source of news, it's just the Apocalypse plug-in from the future, "I also have friends in New York. Well, I went to school, alas! It's another eleven weeks of suffering..."

Jazzy was arrested, so he would not have to worry about whether to sign this future star. It's good, the dealer should go where he should go. In another time and space, he must not have been caught for evidence, otherwise he would never dare to brag about it in a song.

Put on your schoolbag and go to school happily!

"Someone is following you." Halfway through the drive, Old Mike looked at the rearview mirror and turned on the intercom, "Mavota, the taxi behind you, the license plate number is..."

"receive."

Mawota, who was hanging far behind for protection, speeded up and followed, drove parallel to the taxi for a while, overtook, and slammed the direction to separate them, "An NGer is in the back seat, it seems that he has been to the company last time, he is tall The very short one." Under the training of the old Mike, Mawota is now very professional in security skills.

"Damon Dash?"

Song Ya is not used to calling him Da's nickname, "Find a place, I'll talk to him, Mawota, search first."

The three cars stopped in a secluded alley, and Damon Dash got out of the car knowingly, and opened his arms in the face of Mawota and the 'Muffler' who surrounded him.

The Latino taxi driver looked over his head, but didn't dare to ask for money, so he slammed the accelerator to avoid him.

After Damon Dash was searched, he walked to Song Ya's car under the supervision of two big men.

"YO! Brothers in Brooklyn, this kind of behavior is not friendly." Song Ya rolled down the window and said loudly.

"Sorry APLUS, I just got the news that Jazzy was arrested by the New York police. It was just an accident. He will be fine soon. I don't think this will affect our cooperation." Damon Dash bent over and said He opened the car window and said respectfully.

"arrest?"

Song Ya pretended to pick up the phone, "Help me find someone, Jazzy, um... um, did the New York police say what the case was? Okay, I know."

He 'hanged up' the phone and sneered at Damon Dash, "Do you remember what you promised me that day?"

"He's innocent, his former partner is biting, believe me, it's all an accident! We've quit!"

No matter how cunning Damon Dash is, he can't suspect the head of the Chicago rap king in front of him! They kept the secrets of M’s back kitchen very tightly. The ghost knows that someone will have a future apocalypse. He anxiously pressed his hands on the slowly rolling window, “Give him a chance APLUS! Jazzy Great! Won't regret signing him!"

"Fxxkyou!'s reputation is now zero!" Song Ya winked, and Mawota broke his fingers from the car window, "Get out of Chicago." He said a harsh word and asked Old Mike to start the car.

In the rearview mirror, Mawota and the muffler also returned to his car, leaving Damon Dash alone on the side of the road, kicking the wall with his foot in frustration.

After this episode ended, he walked into the classroom, and found that the students in the small class were all looking at him eagerly.

"hello."

Immediately pretended to be a fool, and after saying hello, I randomly found an empty seat in the back row and sat down. The textbooks on basic subjects like mathematics are fine,

Textbooks and reference books for this film and media studies major are simply too expensive to afford.

As usual, the first class had no content, and the time passed quickly.

After class, I saw two missed calls on my phone, one from NAS and the other from Halle, "NAS, what's the matter?" He called back the NAS first.

"Well……"

NAS on the other end of the phone lowered his voice and asked, "Do you know about Jazzy's arrest?"

"I just found out that his follower, Damon Dash, was still pestering me this morning." Song Ya just took the opportunity to warn, "NAS, it's time to take care of the follower, isn't it too easy to be fooled by others? I Back foot to Chicago Damon Dash followed."

"Okay, I'll teach right away."

NAS readily agreed, "Really? APLUS." He asked.

"Me? Me what?"

"Jazzy is under arrest."

"I'm not the kind of NAS who betrays street brothers. You can't say such things nonsense. Also, don't tell your followers about the things between us." Song Ya categorically denied.

"No, absolutely not, my mouth is very tight, hehe. It's okay, I'll hang up first?"

"Okay, I'm in class, let's talk later."

"Let's talk later." NAS hung up the phone carefully.

He continued to call back, "Harry, looking for me?"

"Apple's stock price fell by ten cents at the opening! Now it is only 1.7 (Apple has undergone many stock splits from 1993 to now. The actual price at that time should be 1.7X2X2X7=47.6. The stock price in this book is based on the price after removing the stock split factors. calculate)!"

Halle screamed over there, and her eardrums were almost shattered by her, "It's normal for stock prices to fluctuate. We are making long-term investment Halle, don't be nervous." Song Ya persuaded.

"Are you really all right?" she asked.

"It's really okay, small-scale fluctuations are normal, just put it there." Song Ya replied.

"Okay." Harry hung up the phone dubiously.

His studies continue. Apart from getting good grades, his current energy is to learn as much as possible about film and editing knowledge. He is studying hard. He feels that these basic courses at the University of Chicago will not be enough until he reaches the level of an ordinary screenwriter. of……

The eighth art of film is also a comprehensive science. Even if you can directly plagiarize from the original film of Apocalypse in your mind, it is not so simple to write a script well.

"Eremov."

In the afternoon he decisively called Yeremov, "I've changed my mind about my film plan."

"Very good, finally willing to give up." Yeremov was very pleased.

"No!" He said angrily, "Last time, you told me that you can find a screenwriter who is willing not to be named, and I will provide the story frame for them to perfect the script, right?"

"Yes, as long as the price is enough, you can choose from expensive and cheap ones in Hollywood. Except for the top famous screenwriters, the income of other screenwriters is not high, and some of them can't even afford food and clothing. They are very willing to be gunmen." Eremov answer.

"That's good. Hire me a Chicago native who can go to Highland Park at night... Forget it, go to A+ Records to communicate with me about the script, and work during the day. Don't look for too cheap ones, just better value for money."

"Screenwriter... cost-effective... well, I will try my best." Yeremov said: "Let's talk about it in detail after class."

"Okay, come to Highland Park."

Just as he put down his phone, Harry's call came again.

"I have another question. What does it mean when Apple announces that it will pay a dividend of $0.00429 next month?" Harley asked again.

"Dividends are a certain amount of cash per share... Oh, just remember that this is a good thing." Song Ya was a little impatient, wouldn't she just lie down and make money following the information I got from the future? Ask this and that, really!

"Good thing?"

"Good thing!"

"Okay..." Harry stared in confusion and hung up the phone.

When I got home and chatted late into the night with Yeremov, the two of them briefly went over the outline of the story of the dance out of my life, "It's the boss." Yeremov didn't dare to question anything, and promised to get the gunner's screenwriter right away.

In the early morning, Song Ya was sleeping soundly with Amy in her arms, when suddenly the landline beside the bed rang.

"Who? It's so late." Thinking that something serious happened again, he quickly got up to answer the phone.

"I, Halle, the Helsinki Exchange is open, Nokia..."

'Bang! '

Song Ya smashed the microphone back and ripped off the phone line.