Chapter 1020 (1/2)
”Is that you? Tommy. ”
On the upper east side of New York, motura's new private mobile phone received an international call, and the other side began to ask.
”Sandy?” Sounds like sandy Glenn.
There was no answer.
”The boy is ill, manic, delusional He's taking too many drugs he shouldn't take. ” Said motura.
”In any case, you are no longer the manager of Miss Kelly from next year, and I have to inform you in advance based on my obligation.” It said over the phone.
Motura laughed. ”I remember it's more than a year before it's due.”
”We'll pay for the termination at the price.”
”She will regret it.”
”Maybe.” The phone was hung up.
Motura put down her cell phone. ”Come in, please.”
The security director of epic records pushed the door in. ”Mr. motura, you've got more security for your family, and we've got this.”
He put a picture on the table. A black driver was waiting for the traffic light, which seemed to be a road junction not far from his residence. The guy looked like a villain, with his arm on the rolled down window, his fingers pinched with smoke, and his facial tattoo was clearly photographed by the camera.
”When?” Asked motura.
”At noon, he passed the same intersection twice and caught our attention.” The security supervisor replied.
”Give this picture to our people in the nearby police station for questioning.”
”It's better to find a reason to limit his actions,” motura suggested
”OK.”
The security director left with a newspaper down.
”After 2pac, aplus was assassinated.”
Under the big title, there are two pictures with great visual impact. One is that the silver spirit of Rolls Royce is hanging high, and the other is that police officers are sending stretchers to the ambulance, and the clothes and stretchers of Black victims are stained with blood.
”Aplus claimed that he had planned to take the car, but had to cancel the trip temporarily. Fortunately, he survived and his driver and bodyguard were seriously injured. On the Americana music website, he published a number of conspiracy theories against Sony Columbia Records and CBS TV station, saying that the accident was deliberately made and his words were very fierce. ”
”A spokesman for the local prosecutor's office said the police had entered the investigation procedure for the accident...”
Motura sighed after reading it. She was rubbing her eyebrows in meditation. Her mobile phone rang again, ”Mr. Skinner...”
”The boy directed himself and acted himself...”
”But he showed his flaws. We can connect this incident with the death of 2pac and publicize the Revenge of Chengxue gang Let him carry a stone and hit him in the foot. ”
”Wait a minute,” Howard Stringer suddenly interrupted. ”How do you know the driver was black?”
”I also have my own Hollywood news channel.” Motura replied, ”it's absolutely none of my business.”
Howard Skinner, who was in the office of Sony electronics's beimi headquarters, made a little silence and hung up the phone.
”Mayor's office.” The Secretary reported outside: ”Mr. Giuliani.”
”Take it in.”
He cleared his throat and picked up the receiver. ”Hey, Mr. Mayor.”
”Watch out for the inner city broadcaster Howard, who's not stupid enough to make trouble for Chicago donkey friends. Does he want to incite African Americans in New York What happened in Los Angeles in 1992? ” Giuliani asked.
”He doesn't have that much energy. In fact, according to our opinion polls, he is now rejected by the majority of the people.” Howard Skinner replied, ”New York African singers don't want to be used by outsiders.”
”Are you sure? I don't know much about the entertainment industry, but at such an age, few stars in my memory can make such a big noise as the election day approaches. ” Giuliani questioned.
”I'm 100% sure. Don't worry, Mr. Giuliani.”
Howard Skinner laughs: ”he has some African speakers and he's good at using new media, but that's it.”
”Well, I believe you this time.”
After talking to Giuliani, Howard Skinner turned on the radio and tuned to the inner city radio.
”Malcolm AIX, Dr. King, 2pac Now it's aplus' turn. They want to kill every black man who tries to fight, every one! We can't tolerate it any more. We have to do something, Blackman! ”
The radio host was agitating wildly in a fanatical tone.
He pulled out his golf club in the corner of his office and listened while playing on the mini fairway on the floor.
”Haha, it's hard to imagine that they were still fighting for Oprah.” A white executive walks in without knocking and points to the wrist with a smile.
”Oh, I almost forgot.”
He asked his secretary to take the golf equipment to the car first. ”Two strokes today? How about three strokes? ””It was you who lost last time.”
”It's just an accident...”
I don't want to turn off the radio and leave the office quickly.
”Will today's remarks be too offensive? We would be embarrassed if the Los Angeles police found out that it was just an ordinary car accident. ”
Entering advertising time, the black host of inner city broadcasting pressed down the phone and asked the bosses of New York branch who were listening through the glass outside the recording room.
”A major shareholder in our company has never been a broad-minded person.”
The director of the New York branch replied, ”he can say what he likes. Anyway, this time you only need to scold the white people.”