Chicago 1990

Highland Park, "Boss, don't you really go to New York to participate in the 2nd Hip Hop Music Awards tomorrow? This year, almost all the hip hop leaders in Quanmi have gone, except for you, TheSource Magazine is very upset.

"Let Common lead the team. His last album DISS all the gangster singers, and the topic is on his side..."

Song Ya didn’t want to go, and was not in the mood to go. He and Goodman Hamlin were waiting in front of the TV. There was also a beautiful blond woman with the same big mouth as Julia Roberts, Washington lobbyist Ms. Sloan. It is also the new political adviser he has just signed and the Congressional PR. The previous crisis PR Eli is wholeheartedly helping Peter Flock in the election. Besides, that guy is undoubtedly more biased towards Peter, who is expected to become governor, between himself and Peter. His loyalty is doubtful.

"Welcome back, let's continue the topic just now, Cassidy, what you meant just now... You support McVeigh, the principal culprit of the Oklahoma City bombings, did I understand it correctly?" the male host asked the four. Among the guests, Cathy, who sits on the back side, has beautiful makeup today, and she does not wear rustic old-fashioned glasses, and her dress is conservative but simple and decent.

"No, I don't support him at all. I just said that some of his opinions about the FBI are reasonable, such as the Waco tragedy..." Cassidy retorted mercilessly.

But when she was halfway through, the black female guest opposite suddenly interrupted, "You are supporting him, and you agree with the political views of that white extremist!"

"Please wait for me to finish..." Cassidy raised her hand to signal the other party to calm down.

"You are a racist!"

"No, like you, I firmly believe that whites and blacks are equal to each other..."

"Ha!" All the other guests looked sideways, and the black female guest immediately grabbed the painful foot, "Black, why don't you just say the word that starts with N?"

"Sorry, Afro... OK? Isn't it the Oklahoma City bombing we are discussing now?" Cassidy also increased her voice.

"Please calm down! Calm down! Cassidy, I heard that you have just been expelled from the University of Chicago for inappropriate remarks, right?" The male host turned his body to Cassidy, "You said during an interview with a southern newspaper. It's much more intense than I am."

"I was treated unfairly by the school, and I will initiate a lawsuit to defend my rights." Cassidy replied.

"I'm asking about your remarks. You directly said in the newspaper that the FBI also needs to conduct self-reflection on this bombing."

"Of course, shouldn't they reflect on it? My father, a Chicago police officer was detained by the FBI for an extended period of time and was lynched by them..." Cassidy said excitedly.

"The FBI claimed in the latest case report that your father was suspected of murdering federal employees and participating in multiple cases of excessive law enforcement and corruption." Another guest joined the battle.

"Before my father was found guilty, he was innocent, and this is not a reason for the FBI to abuse him in violation of the law. I will also sue the FBI." Cassidy said.

"So there are a lot of people you want to sue now. You have also received a total of tens of thousands of dollars worth of valuable gifts from the music star APLUS, and received far more than the industry average for his A+ record summer job function, right? He is a middle school classmate, a college classmate, and your referees when you entered the University of Chicago overlap. Let’s put it this way, you have a relationship with him in school, right?"

The guests around her also laughed at her, "Your middle school classmates said that you had violently pursued APLUS. One time you wanted to get into the APLUS car, but he was left alone in the parking lot. Is it too ironic for your political position?"

Cassidy replied, "These are all rumors fabricated by the FBI in order to destroy my fighting spirit. APLUS and I are indeed classmates, so what? So I received a gossip column announcement?" She looked at the host.

"You're still young Cassiti, maybe you should re-recognize your own outlook on life..." The host stopped pretending, and the co-guests began to attack in turns. She soon fell into a disadvantage, and later even quarreled with black female guests. Up.

"Uh……"

Song Ya rubbed her eyebrows with the belly of her **** in annoyance, "How did Cassidy become like this? Goodman..."

"I don't know, maybe it's been brainwashed by staying with those conservative white people for a long time..."

Goodman turned off the TV. "Fortunately, for her position, it is impossible for medium and large media to publish announcements. They can only quarrel with people on such small local TV stations."

"This girl has potential, but the typhoon needs to be even more unreasonable. Sometimes speaking in the media does not need to be rational or logical, especially for guests like her who are already extremely distinctive."

Sloan laughed and said: "If you polish for a few more years, you should be welcomed by extreme whites. In fact, the power of that group is not as weak as expected. Many whites show support for political correctness externally, but in private... hehe still secretly supports her kind. Human."

"This is really..."

Cassidy turned out to be a white supremacist. The world is too magical. Song Ya shook his head, not knowing what to say, "Linda, call Michelle. I want to help her husband write Cassidy’s recommendation. Apologies for the letter."

"Okay." Linda called.

"Let's pay attention to the FBI. They have suddenly become very radical in their behavior in the past two days. Vic and Sean were formally entered into the proceedings, and Peter Flock and you were constantly hinted by them that they were involved in this case."

After Song Ya and Michelle’s husband talked and laughed and apologized, Hamlin said, “They are going to fight head-on.”

"So I invited Ms. Sloan to join in."

Song Ya looked at her, "It's all up to you."

"I am very happy to continue working with APLUS." Sloan laughed.

"Our last cooperation on textile quotas was very pleasant..." Song Ya was also polite to her.

"You can go now." Old Mike opened the door and entered.

"Okay, let's go."

Several people put on the bags they had already prepared, went to the airport to board the Gulfstream 4SP and flew directly to Washington.

The FBI has finally begun to introduce Vic's case into the litigation process. It's better than worrying about it all the time. At least as the litigation proceeds, the FBI can know exactly how much evidence it has.

He went to Washington this time mainly to explain the matter to Congressman Underwood and Deputy Commander Gore, who had already heard the news. By the way, he sought support. The FBI is likely to include himself and Peter as the defendant at any time. If Sean or Vic arbitrarily One party chooses to confess in exchange for a plea agreement.

The two big politicians did not refuse. They met him in public and took a group photo, which made him a lot of confidence. Gore was still the same and never talked about actual topics. Underwood asked more questions, Song Ya It is impossible to admit anything to him, but he should have guessed it, or he probably knew the FBI's judgment from other channels.

Both Underwood and Jr. Daley support Peter’s campaign for governor of Illinois. He is obviously annoyed by this matter. “APLUS, it’s no good for anyone to expand that case.” Doug, who has been promoted to the chief of staff of the Underwood Party Whip Office When the two were alone, they said: "Chicago people all hope to keep the incident within a certain range of influence, do you know? At least wait for the end of the governorship campaign."

"I understand." After taking another reassurance, Song Ya nodded. It is great that Underwood didn't mean to take advantage of the fire. Of course, he would voluntarily return more. The two sides already have this tacit understanding.

"So you must not overreact when you encounter something." Doug reminded.

"I haven't..."

"Well, I know, keep it up."

There was still a calm wave on his side. In Chicago, Cassidy and Tascioni and the newspaper editor-in-chief who came to pick up the Southern lawyer who had been released on bail, and drove home together.

"I'm sorry, you were burdened by my father's case." Cassidy apologized to him sincerely.

"Don't touch me, the dirty woman who was slept by Nger." The Southern Lawyer pushed her outstretched hand in disgust, and went straight into the car.

"You report to the club, we don't need us here."

The editor-in-chief did not blame him either, and took out a document to Kasidi, "We have published in the newspaper announcing that this is a fundraising account of a social activity organization operated by you with full authority, and it will be used exclusively for your political activities and the litigation funds for rescuing your father~www .wuxiaspot.com~If someone continues to donate money to you through us, we will also help transfer to this new account."

"Okay, thank you." Cassidy took the document, forwarded it to Tascioni for him to review, and then signed it with the editor.

"Our future cooperation will be more subtle and low-key, under the premise that you continue to put pressure on the FBI."

The editor in chief got in the car and left.

"I will be responsible for my own profits and losses in the future. I don't know if I can afford your lawyer, Ms. Feta Shawnee." Cassidy watched their car drive away, and went to the bank with Tar Shawnee anxiously to apply for a new account. formalities.

"This is the statement." The teller delivered the receipt very quickly.

Cassidy saw the total of seven remittances above, and the balance of the total has not reached a hundred dollars, and sighed to Tascioni: "Fortunately, they left me with the last amount of legal fees and activity funds before they left. "

"Probably... it will take more than a month. If you want to continue to sustain the small-scale protests." Tascioni calculated her mentally. "If the protests are stopped and the people are deported, the money will be enough to hire me two. Months."

"It must be paid in full and in time, right? My father's case may go on for a long time." Cassidy asked.

"Yes..."

"If I want you to sue the university on my behalf..."

"That's a new case again."

"Well, I can now receive some announcements, as well as media interview fees..."

The two talked and walked out of the bank.

On the second day, small remittances continued to appear after changing the account, five dollars, ten dollars, fifteen dollars...

Suddenly, a five, followed by three zeros jumped out, very conspicuous in the list of no more than two digits.

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