Chicago 1990

"The people of Kar Icahn said..."

The court reopened in the afternoon. Because Heinrich temporarily changed his mind and withdrew his testimony, the prosecution lawyer applied for adjournment, but the defense's dream lawyer team disagreed. The judge called into the office for emergency mediation. Song Ya was sitting in the dock and waiting, Sloan The lady walked behind him and whispered to report the recent progress.

"Yes." Song Ya covered her mouth and nodded in agreement.

"Are you sure?" Sloan made a final confirmation.

"It's fair that whoever admits defeat first gets forgiveness." Song Ya said.

"Then I start negotiating with Karl Icahn's people?"

"quiet!"

Sloan was talking when the bailiff suddenly shouted.

It turns out that the judge has returned, and so are the lawyers of the prosecution and defense. Will Gardner gave a thumbs up to this side and should have obtained a satisfactory result.

"Well, go ahead and do it."

Song Ya raised his right hand and asked Cochrane beside him to stand up crookedly. He noticed that the prosecution's former Cook County prosecutor Chalz was angrily, and the special prosecutor and the two subordinates were faceless. Expression, they seem to have some disagreements inside.

"Because a witness was unable to testify and withdrew his testimony, the trial process in the afternoon will be adjusted accordingly. Please sit down." The judge motioned everyone to sit down.

After Song Ya sat down and looked back, Sloan had already opened the door of the trial hall and went out.

"Then the defendant, Alexander Song, is invited to enter the witness stand to be questioned by the lawyers of both parties." The judge quickly ordered again.

"take it easy."

Cochrane confessed to the ear, and then cooperated with the bailiff to push his wheelchair to the side of the witness stand. The bailiff opened the waist door of the witness stand and was about to help. "No, I will come by myself." Song Ya smiled and held the wood by herself. The railing, with both hands hard, moved his body to the chair of the witness stand with a little difficulty.

Now on his right is the tall judge, very close. Behind his left are twelve members of the jury, separated by a wooden fence, and in front is the bailiff guarding the waist door. He saw Cochran pushing the empty wheelchair back. The faces of the dock, the dream lawyer team over there, and the prosecutors across the aisle can see clearly.

The auditorium is still full, everyone's eyes are on themselves, the scene is very quiet, occasionally one or two clear throat cough.

There is also a slight rustle. Some people look up at themselves from time to time, and then write and draw on paper. Since live court hearings are not allowed, the kind of live sketches that will be published by the media afterwards should come from these people.

He wasn't very nervous, he was still thinking about what Karl Icahn first compromised in his mind. In fact, Heinrich's game was set up specifically for Karl Icahn. That old fox ran away before he shot the goal? He is a bit regretful, but it’s good to think about it. Carl Icahn compromised first, and the Amerika Music Website case would be resolved much better than the compromise between Dile and Hamlin.

"Is it okay to sit like this?" The judge turned his head to look over and asked concerned.

"No, that's great, thank you, Your Honor."

There is nothing wrong with the fact that the chair is a bit hard. Song Ya smiled sincerely at him, then smiled and nodded to the jury members, and then raised his hand to Aunt Susie, Tony, Connie, Emily, and holding her Mariah Carey of Rega said hello.

"Alexander Song, please read your oath."

The judge's assistant came to help take the oath, "Hands on..."

"Oh." Song Ya put her hand on the cover of the Bible, raised her other hand, palm outwards, and read to the other side: "I, Alexander Song swears to the Almighty God, all my testimony statements regarding this case True, complete, absolute fact..."

"The defense lawyer will conduct the inquiry first," the judge said.

Or Will Gardner, slowly approaching himself, "APLUS, you just graduated from high school in 1992, right?" His first few questions were some basic information when the Barn case happened, in order to eliminate himself. Tension.

"Yes." Song Ya just gave an affirmative answer.

"Okay, before arriving at the Barn fluorescent agent factory, Mr. General Manager accuses you of ordering him to provide technical information to Chinese enterprises, what is your schedule?" Will Gardner asked.

"Mariah Carey and I...that is, my ex-wife is performing a commercial show in Los Angeles." Song Ya replied.

"What about before the business show?"

It's all a good dialogue, "Shooting whereisthelove's MV with director Larry Jordan, Fergie and others, in the house I rented in Beverly Hills."

"Fitch was your girlfriend at the time, right? Your relationship with Mariah Carey was just..." Will asked again.

"Yes, I was very good friends with her at the time." Song Ya looked at his ex-wife who had already pouted.

The observers also looked at her one after another, "Is this related to the case!?" Childs of the prosecution loudly protested to the judge.

"Please be patient." Will dropped a word and asked again, "Do you remember the earlier thing? APLUS."

"Uh... I went to a Hollywood party with Halle Berry, you know, there are parties there almost every day, and we rushed several times."

"You still had a fight with Xue Linfen's boyfriend at one of the parties, right?"

"Yes."

Someone in the auditorium had already laughed, Mariah Carey's face became more and more ugly, Song Ya felt that she seemed to be violent at any time and announced that she had gotten with herself at that time, a little guilty bowed her head to avoid her gaze.

"What about after going to the fluorescent agent factory?" Will asked again.

"Uh... in Chicago and Fergie talked about the contract extension, we had a big fight, but we soon got together and went into the studio to record the song together."

"After that?"

"Concentrated on recording songs, and later went to New York to record whereisthelove’s star group singing, soaked in the recording studio, and had dinners and parties with friends such as Mariah Carey, Walter Afanayev, Es Cube... and so on, basically all of this. "Song Ya replied.

"This is the testimony of related people, Fergie's, Larry Jordon's, Es Cube's... of course Mariah Carey's." Will pointed to Mariah Carey over there, the file in his hand Distribute to judges and jurors.

"Don't delay!" Childs sat there again and shouted.

"Be safe and not restless."

Will continued to ask: "APLUS, you always drink alcohol when you go to parties, dinners, and record songs, right?"

"Yes, drinking, singing on stage, recording songs, attending various gatherings and parties, and then drinking more alcohol, the life of a hip-hop singer is basically the same." Song Ya replied.

"Then how do you take care of your business!?" Will reveals such a large number of real purposes, pretending to care exaggeratedly.

"I...hehe, I basically don't have time to manage any business." Song Ya also cooperated very well and smiled bitterly. "Occasionally when I think of it, I call the manager to ask about the progress, that's it."

"Have you conducted in-depth research on chemical plants?"

"No, I just heard that the business can make money, so... I invested."

"You don't care?"

"Uh, I still care, after all I invested money... but I don't understand the chemical industry, and I don't understand it now."

"Okay, my question is over."

Will Gardner Shiran returned to the dock.

"Prosecution lawyer," the judge said.

Childs sneered, got up and stared at him viciously and approached.

Song Ya also looked at him calmly.

"APLUS, how did you graduate from high school that year?" Childs asked.

"not bad."

"The grade point average is A! Full score in mathematics!" Childs said loudly to the jurors: "You jumped one level and entered the University of Chicago in 1993. The ACT score was also very high. Four years later, the grades when you graduated from the University of Chicago. So what?"

"Uh……"

He did not wait for Song Ya to answer, "Graduating as a top student! In a few years, you have also made a series of smart investments. I remind the jury that the man in front of you is a billionaire under the age of 23. He is also the world’s youngest self-made billionaire! And now how many people have a total net worth of more than one billion? Only more than 60! Jurors, please immediately forget about the deliberate misleading of the defense lawyer just now! In this case , You must not treat the defendant with the standards of ordinary people! APLUS is a genius who is far smarter and energetic than us. How many people in the whole country can deceive him!? Me? You? Or Mr. General Manager in the morning? It's impossible!"

After he finished speaking, he found that something was wrong. The black women in the jury nodded slightly to APLUS with approval. Looking back, the old special prosecutor was already holding his forehead and sighing in despair.

There was a sudden silence in the hall. Song Ya heard only the crackling typing of the stenographer, turned to look at the judge, and shrugged innocently to indicate that the prosecution lawyer did not let me answer anything.

"APLUS, you only have to answer the judge and the jurors. Have you ever ordered Mr. General Manager to take away those technical materials that are prohibited from being sold to Chinese companies?" Childs hurried back to find supplements.

"I don't remember." Song Ya replied.

"The punishment for perjury is severe." Childs smiled, and supported the wooden railings of the witness stand with his hands. His face was close to Song Ya, putting pressure on him, "You remember many things, but this is the only thing forget?"

"If you live the same life as me, you will forget it." Song Ya replied.

"That's big business," Childs said.

"I just rushed back to Chicago from Los Angeles, and I was going to New York soon. I was so busy that I couldn't remember many things, and I had a hangover."

"you are lying!"

"I don't need to lie, of course you look at me." Song Ya looked at him directly, "Oh, yes, I apologize. In a certain election, I supported your opponent, the former state prosecutor."

Childs was accidentally splashed with dirty water, but there was nothing to do. "In addition to Mr. General Manager, I also had the testimony of workers, security personnel and engineers who were present at the time. The evidence is conclusive."

He turned to distribute documents to judges and jurors. "One of the original owners of Barn & Co., Wall Street investor Mr. Edward also testified that he and APLUS had long and difficult see-saw negotiations regarding the sale of the factory. He said that APLUS’s business skills were very superb, and they almost dragged them to the point where their capital chain was about to break and they had their last breath. They bought the factory at the lowest price, and when APLUS resold the factory, the investment had already turned over More than double!"

"Uh, let me explain. I didn't deliberately negotiate with Mr. Edward or use procrastination tactics. I simply forgot about this business. I spent most of my time focusing on the music business and... ."

This **** Edward! Old Barn said without mixing, Song Ya hurriedly defended.

"Let's lie to the ghost!"

Childs smiled victoriously and began to speak to the jury, "Whether you sympathize with the defendant or appreciate the defendant, I remind everyone that the only key to this case is that as the owner of the Barn fluorescent agent factory at that time, whether APLUS He personally ordered the technical materials to be brought to countries where export is prohibited. Our evidence chain is very complete, and he should be convicted 100%!"

"Convicted! Convicted!"

Sunnyvale, Dile kept looking at his watch, looking at the phone, and praying.

‘Boom! The door of the locked office was knocked suddenly, "Don't disturb me!" he shouted impatiently.

"Open the door!" The voice was Demingxin's person, who was roughly twisting the doorknob, "Dilai! Open this **** door!"

"FXXK! What's the matter!?" He had to get up and open the door.

Demingxin’s people came in and slammed him, "Karl Icahn sold us! Stupid!" Then he exhaled all the debris on his boss's desk, "You're done! Dila!"

"The sentence has not been pronounced yet! I didn't receive a call!" Dile also yelled at him, rushed to the floor and put the phone back together to check if it was connected.

"It doesn't matter to us anymore, you are so pitiful... Dila, you will be a billionaire in two months, and now..."

Demingxin’s people kicked the debris away from the ground fiercely, and glanced at Diley who was kneeling on the ground in disgust, “Forget it, no matter how much it is, it’s too late... I’m sorry we have to consider for our own interests, goodbye.”

"Hey! What the **** is going on!?" Dilay shouted at the back of the opponent, but did not get any answer.

"My new number."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Hamlin found a public phone near the new location on time and reported the number, "How was the trial?"

"I have been trying to contact you, but I can't always get in touch!" The person on the other end of the phone was very anxious.

"Sorry, I can't stay in one place for too long." Hamlin apologized.

"One key witness did not show up. He withdrew his testimony and testimony." The person reported: "But the trial is still going on. Others say it is possible to pronounce the sentence today, or continue to adjourn, half and half."

"Sure, enough information, thank you."

Hamlin sighed, "From now on, I will contact you from time to time. The number just now becomes invalid, that's it."

He quickly made a decision, hung up the phone and beckoned to call a taxi, "Go to the long-distance bus stop." He explained to the driver in simple Spanish.

Song Ya has already been pushed back to the dock. The Barn case is no longer new. After several rounds of fierce interrogation, the Dream Lawyer Group seems to have won the approval of most jury members. Anyway, the micro-expression expert is So judged.

On the other hand, Childs did not let go of the evidence of the crime. If the members of the jury are absolutely rational, then he may still be convicted.

Now is the testimony session of expert witnesses from both sides. "Sensitizers are sensitizers and catalysts are catalysts. As experts in related fields, Mr. General Manager and I have dealt with at the seminar. I think it’s impossible for a person like him to commit this. This kind of low-level error." Our expert witness said.

"We generally don't explain the reaction process too hard to ordinary people outside the industry, because the listener doesn't understand at all, so we can only use a way that is easy for the other party to understand..."

The expert witness of the prosecution said: “So the professional names such as sensitizers are often called catalysts in general...or simply called reactants, depending on the level of the listener.”

"That's not true." Will Gardner interrupted him.

"Yes, it's not a fact, but it's also a default method of statement. We are industry experts and managers of enterprises. We are not teachers in the school. We have no obligation to teach others." The other party replied.

"Not to the boss?" Will asked with a smile.

"Uh...it depends."

"Yes, it depends. I understand, when it's personally beneficial..." Will grabbed the handle.

"I object!" Childs interrupted immediately. "This guy always misinterprets the witness's testimony."

"The opposition is valid."

"I apologize, my question is over." Will walked back triumphantly.

"The lawyers of both parties can make concluding statements." The judge said.

"Mr. Doug? Now you can..."

Outside the Manhattan District Attorney’s office, the female secretary came out to invite Doug to meet with Prosecutor Spitzer again. "Where is the man?" But the person who had been sitting on the bench all day suddenly disappeared. "Where is that weird person?" Ask the other staff.

"I don't know, it seems to be gone." The staff shook his head blankly.

"Icahn Capital and the prosecution have just reached a settlement, which we believe will be beneficial to the quick resolution of the Amerika Music website case, and I personally welcome it very much."

Alicia appeared at the door of the local court in Silicon Valley and told reporters very optimistically: "This is the most significant development in this case so far."

"Can you be more specific?" The reporters rushed forward frantically, shooting the camera lens so close to the face of the governor's wife of Illinois.

"Haha, sorry."

Alicia waved her hand happily. "We need some time to study and judge specific evidence."

"Mrs. Flock! Mrs. Flock!" The reporters chased to the door of the court.

"SHXT! SHXT!"

Dile only reacted after reading the news. He put his head in his hands and muttered to himself in the office, ‘Didi! There were two sharp buzzes from downstairs, like those of a police car.

He rushed to the window, and it turned out to be a police car, two, and then two again. A few police officers came down from above, gathered at the door to discuss something.

Soon, some cars and motorcycles of various brands gathered around the periphery, carrying cameras, microphones...

He forcibly calmed himself down and went out to call the website's internal lawyer. As soon as he walked into the lobby, he noticed that the atmosphere was even more wrong. The employees stood up blankly and whispered to the people at the nearby workstations.

"Do your work!" he cursed.

But this time no one listened to him. The employees did not sit down. Instead, they drew farther and gathered more. Their eyes were hollow, without emotion or fear, just like jurors who were examining and weighing sentences.

"Please note that the Barn case happened in 1992 when the defendant APLUS just graduated from high school. He was not the most popular African-American singer, nor the richest African-American, and he was about to After achieving these two achievements, he was rode a horse..."

After Childs’s old-style summary statement, the black barrister Cochrane stood in front of the jury. He turned around, compared his thumb and forefinger into a pistol, and pointed it at Song Ya, “Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Simulated six gunshots with his mouth.

Song Ya turned his face away from his ‘muzzle’, sighed, his eyes widened, and his expression still seemed a little frightened.

"And while there is still a gunman at large."

Cochrane continued: "This 1992 case was entangled with APLUS again, on! Jurors, what did he know? What did he know? What were you doing when you were seventeen or eighteen? Think about it. If you were young and famous, surrounded by countless beautiful men..."

Ok? Song Ya looked back at Cochrane.

"woman……"

Don't pant when you speak!

"Good wine, endless parties and gatherings, flying from the West Coast to the Midwest, and then to the West Coast, either on the plane or in the recording studio..."

Cochrane continued Will’s strategy, “Which one of you has time to distinguish between catalysts and sensitizers? If it weren’t for this case, I wouldn’t even know those two words! Really. And who can Among the documents in the entire warehouse, which documents can be identified that violated the Batumi Agreement established in 1949? Oh, yes, by the way, the agreement of that backward era has been dissolved for three years. Just two years after 1992, How absurd!"

"APLUS, whereisthelove he was recording at the time was a song he composed for the 1992 Los Angeles incident. I think everyone here has the impression that if he hadn't used this song to soothe our hearts, Chicago would have fallen into it. In the greater turmoil..."

"God delivered a miracle and allowed him to escape from a fatal gunshot wound. He just woke up from a five-month coma and is still inconvenient to move. I think such a person will not, and should not be sent again. I went to jail for five years! A remark made five years ago that cannot even exist or not..."

In Cochrane's long speech, the goal of persuasion was obviously placed among the black members of the jury.

"The power of choice is in your hands, jurors, I ask you to make a fair decision. APLUS and I only ask for fair treatment from the whole society, the minimum fairness, thank you, thank you all."

Cochrane choked and sat back beside Song Ya, the two embraced and slapped their backs.

"Temporarily adjourn the court, I remind all jurors that the definition of crime cannot be based on emotions, and you can make judgments based on the evidence you get in the trial."

The judge may have noticed Cochrane's incitement and added a sentence before hitting the hammer.

"Hey! You..." Tony wanted to speak to the judge angrily, and the lawyers hurriedly stopped.

The bailiff took the twelve members of the jury out of the hall, and the judge also left. Song Ya and the others sat on the spot to rest, chatting, and his ex-wife took the opportunity to pinch him.

Others took this opportunity to go in and out.

"What will happen to me?" Dile asked the website's internal lawyer.

"Uh... I don't know what Icahn Capital wants to do... And, I am not your personal lawyer, Mr. President. You may need to consult your personal lawyer about this matter." The website lawyer replied.

Dile glared at him.

"It must be as soon as possible. Taking advantage of the fact that your personal account has not been frozen, you will need money, a lot of money." The internal lawyers are more kind.

"Damn it!"

Dile thought of something, ignoring anything else, and rushed downstairs. When he drove the car out of the parking lot, the police car followed immediately, but he probably hadn’t got the arrest warrant yet, "See you at the bank!"

He made an appointment with a private lawyer, and drove straight to the bank, regardless of whether the car would be towed away, regardless of the paparazzi who patted him on the back seat of the motorcycle, and rushed through the door.

"Okay, wait for Mr. Dilei." The bank manager who has been in a relationship for many years is still enthusiastic. "Are the reporters outside who want to interview you? Wow..." Just complimented and readily agreed to withdraw large amounts of cash without appointment , "Uh...wait." After tapping the keyboard a few times, looking at the screen's face changed, he hesitated, "I need to call the superior, soon."

"FXXK! Don't fool me!"

Dile stretched his head to look at the other party's computer screen. The manager immediately turned off the big **** monitor alertly, "Please wait a moment." He called the guard at the door in, "I'll be back soon."

Dile went to press the display switch again, but unfortunately, he was physically stopped by the guards.

"Ugh!"

Hamlin had already boarded the bus bound for the border of Mimeo and Mexico. There were few people. He slumped behind and lowered the brim of the cowboy hat. This is the end of the matter. He could only return to the United States to face all this, hoping to end the East as soon as possible. The life and psychological torture of hiding in Tibet, he closed his eyes to rest his mind, regretting is naturally regretful, but it is really bad luck, who knows that APLUS has been in a coma for a few months, and people are almost abandoned in bed...

If he and Goodman hadn't consulted various doctors in private, how would they start?

"Oh!" He sighed again.

"quiet!"

At five o'clock, the judge came back to reopen the trial, "So soon? Has the jury reached a consensus?" He asked the jury members who were brought back.

"Yes and no." The jury chief elected by the twelve jurors handed a note to the bailiff, who forwarded it to the judge.

"I see, announce it." The judge nodded after reading.

"All stand up!" The people who had just sat down soon had to stand up again.

Song Ya's hand was supporting Cochrane's arm. Even if he knew the chance of winning was great, his heart could not help but start to get nervous.

"The jury found the accused Alexander Song's conspiracy... not guilty!"

Tony and Susie behind Song Ya cheered, and many people in the audience began to celebrate.

He felt people being patted on his shoulders, not knowing Will or Diane, and Tony twisted his **** to the gloomy accuser's bench.

But it was not over yet, he stared at the jury chief who read the note.

"The accused Alexander Song was charged with fraud...not guilty!"

People uttered greater cheers.

Is there another one? Song Ya frowned, it should have been three counts, but the jury leader only announced two and returned the note to the bailiff, and then sat back in place.

"The jury has not yet reached a consensus on the accused Alexander Song's illegal trading charges." The judge said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Tony started to make noise again.

Song Ya sat down unhappy.

The judge did not pursue, "The next time the court will be held..."

"Uh, the defense applied for another temporary adjournment." In fact, Diane Lockhard, who was in charge of the situation, interrupted the judge. "Five minutes." She said, "We need to communicate with the prosecution urgently."

"Yes." The judge approved.

"Come on?" Di An walked to the prosecution team.

"Okay." The special prosecutor agreed, and the lawyers from both sides went out.

"Is it all right?" Mariah Carey asked worriedly.

"It's okay..." Song Ya shook her stretched hand.

A bit tormented, he scratched his head and waited silently.

"FXXK!" Fortunately, I didn't wait too long. When the door opened, Childs' curses came in vaguely, which shows...

Song Ya was happy.

"Can a fine of 7.8 million knives?" Di An asked.

"I can't probate my sentence, there will be a tour next year." Song Ya replied.

"If there is no probation, fine."

"Well, hurry up and end this **** thing."

Song Ya didn't want to take the risk of waiting for the next court hearing. The price was okay. Spend money to eliminate the disaster. Anyway, Ba En Chemical made more than one 7.8 million yuan for himself.

"We have reached an agreement, Your Honor." Di'an and the special prosecutor went to the judge's bench to explain in low voices, Song Ya glanced, and Childs did not appear again, as if he was angry.

“The defendant Alexander Song’s illegal transaction was settled out of court by the prosecutor and the defense. The trial of this case is over. Thank you all the jurors and everyone for your hard work...” The judge rapped the hammer quickly.

"Yeah!" Most people in the hall burst into joy in an instant.

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