Chicago 1990

The news was fermented very quickly. Four pilots were later confirmed dead, and the relevant units said that the plane was shot down by Cubans. Although they are Cuban exiles, they have already acquired U.S. citizenship, that is, four U.S. pilots died. This serious diplomatic incident quickly made headlines in major news pages.

"Cuban exiles are just a consumable item for us?"

Song Ya was flipping through the newspaper in the car, "In the Bay of Pigs invasion in the 1960s, thousands of people were captured and nearly a hundred died. Didn't Kennedy send the Marines to rescue him? We were shot down by more planes. ."

"Or there are rumors that Kennedy was assassinated by a powerful department because he was too weak against Cuba, and because he paid for the only defeat in American history in exchange for captives."

Goodman smiled and said: "Besides back then we were still in check, now? Haha, the Cubans dare to shoot down American planes..."

"Flying a spy plane invaded airspace more than 30 times, and I can't blame anyone for being shot down..."

Song Ya complained, "I feel that someone instructed them to touch the porcelain. Even if they didn’t shoot down yesterday, the Cubans would not be able to stand it one day. Now it’s fine. Ms. Sloan called from Washington and said, Jessie The sanctions bill promoted by Ulms and Danburton is likely to be passed quickly by the Senate and House of Representatives, and before this incident, lawmakers were still laughing at the radical provisions in the bill."

"It's okay if the parliament passes it, but the chief commander doesn't approve it."

Goodman has also done some research, "Article 3 of the Act is completely inoperable. Regarding the property confiscated by the Cuban government of U.S. companies and individuals, U.S. citizens can apply in U.S. courts to Cuban entities using these properties and those that have economic and trade relations with them. A foreign company filed a lawsuit? This is tantamount to offending all countries that are doing business with Cuba, most of which are our European allies."

"Long-arm jurisdiction..."

Song Ya is not as optimistic as he is. "Ms. Sloan told me that the current commander actually has many issues, such as the reform of the United Nations, the candidate for the next secretary of state, and the Whitewater investigation and other key events that require the Senate Foreign Affairs Committee of Jesse Helms. The chairman’s cooperation, although they are clearly incompatible."

"Don't think too much about APLUS, isn't it good for you? At least Jesse Helms doesn't have time to take care of you. Maybe he still needs some key votes for the African-American caucus at this time." Goodman laughed.

"I don't have that much influence on the black clan..."

During the chat, Old Mike drove the car to the door of Hyde Park and stopped. Pastor William smiled and opened the door for Aunt Susie, and the two of them sat in.

"You know, William, I don't like going to those white churches in the north of the city." Aunt Susie twisted the bucket and acted like a baby to Pastor William.

"Take a hard time for APLUS, Susie, you are already a director of our church district council. You must have the consciousness to be able to afford communication affairs..."

"Well, all right. How about my dressing today?"

"Very beautiful, Susie..."

"Hate! Sweet talk..."

"Hey..."

Song Ya could only silently watch the two flirting, then quietly rolled his eyes at Goodman in the front seat to express helplessness.

Today I went to'encounter' old Barn. The old man’s life track is very simple. He spends a lot of time in the country club in the northern suburbs of Chicago. When the weather is good, he will be on the lawn bowls outside the club with old friends. Playing that kind of ball sports, staying in it because of bad weather, reading and reading newspapers, drinking with friends, tasting cigars or antiques, chatting, exchanging all kinds of news, calling stock brokers... Anyway, it’s completely that. The retirement life of the old money is a standard, not tossing at all.

That kind of membership-based country club Song Ya couldn't get in, and found an excuse to visit...It was not impossible, but his complexion was too eye-catching, and it was completely white.

Fortunately, Old Barn is not completely absent. He regularly prays in church, listens to sermons, and occasionally participates in some charity and other activities organized by his church.

This time I went to the sermon over there to block him, so I had to bring William and Aunt Susie for cover.

In the church, William's position is more important than himself. When he preached by the local pastor, he could take Aunt Susie in the VIP seat on the side, while Song Ya himself could only sit in the audience seat in the front row.

"William, welcome. Oh, this is APLUS, I'm glad you can come."

Through pre-coordinated activities between Christian churches, before the sermon, the white pastor came over to shake hands and greet him kindly. He looked at Aunt Susie, "This is?"

"I am APLUS's aunt and a member of our parish council." William introduced: "Suzy."

"It's an honor to meet you, Mrs. Susie."

"Ms."

"Ms. Susie, please sit down, sit down."

White people have entered the church one after another. Almost all of them are middle-upper-class old men and old ladies nearby. It is difficult to see young people or even middle-aged people. Song Ya sat down with old Mike and Goodman and cast attention to strange faces from time to time. The "brothers" who came with surprised eyes smiled friendly.

There is no more star-chaser here. The old men and old ladies smile or greet themselves with cold manners, and Song Ya is not interested in them. Soon, the figure of the old Barn appeared at the door. He had been the rude and energetic old man who had just cooperated with Edward on the Barn Chemical spin-off case several years ago. His hair was all white, and his body began to buckle. An elegant white old lady should be his wife.

Old Barn also saw the dazzling himself, and didn't have any special emotions. Song Ya was showing him a look that was surprised by the chance encounter. He and his wife had already sat in the old seats in the front row of the audience seats across the aisle.

"Have you read today's news? Cuba killed four more of us."

"Our people? No, they are just killing each other. They have been doing this for more than 30 years..."

"Yes, what does it have to do with us?"

"Sanctions...can we get back a penny from Cuba? Cubans have been self-sufficient for more than 30 years."

"Damn, the price of Havana cigars is going up again..."

Before the start of the sermon, the chatting topics that the old men sat down were nothing more than politics. Song Ya straightened his ears and listened in silence. They were unexpectedly not as same-hatred as the media showed. Perhaps it was because the Chicago Consortium compared with other consortia in the United States and Cuba. The longest distance of transportation was a step slower in the investment boom in Cuba that year, so except for the Chicago, Italian and Irish gangs at the time, other local white people basically had no interest in entanglements there.

Even these people seem to have a bit of gloating jokes in it.

"I am honored to have distinguished guests here today, Pastor William of the South City Baptist Church, and Ms. Susie, director of the local parish council."

After the sermon, the white pastor introduced William and Susie to everyone. Aunt Susie was no longer the one who raised black aunts at school activities and brags loudly regardless of the occasion. She sat in a chair and spoke to the audience. The applause welcomes you with a smile, beckoning, and bowing.

"Pastor William will give us a wonderful sermon."

The white priest gave up the preaching platform to William.

William’s eloquence and the “typhoon” are completely okay. Although the white old money in the audience did not show any influence on the different Nancheng black styles, but the basic politeness is very good. The Bible is not long. I'm an old believer, and I'm very proficient in applauding or responding to the key points of the speech.

Song Ya also showed his ‘religious’ side knowingly, and he was so mesmerized that he was completely integrated into the absolutely mainstream cultural activities in this country.

"Thank you, thank you everyone, God bless us, and Amerika."

William ended the sermon with a notch.

Everyone left the venue. When Song Ya was about to catch up with the old Barnes and his wife, "APLUS, by the way, I have something, can I talk about it?" I didn't expect to be stopped by the white priest who had always thought to be a tool man. .

"Uh...Okay." It was too obvious to chase Old Barn by ignoring the other party. Song Ya had no choice but to stop, and saw Goodman walking towards Old Barn swiftly alone, a little relieved, "What can I do to help? Is it yours?" he asked the white priest.

"That's it. Our church is rehearsing Easter hymns. I think... maybe you can help us with some guidance."

The other party smiled uncomfortably: "You know, our diocese are willing to participate in this kind of activities are some elderly people, as well as their grandchildren in nearby schools. Dozens of old people and dozens of children... not long ago I’ve only rehearsed it once. To tell you the truth, it’s a disaster for me personally. Maybe it’s beyond the capabilities of my church."

"What is it?" Song Ya asked.

"Wait~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The white priest is excited to let his men get the lyrics and music.

"I understand." Song Ya turned over casually, the old white country hymn style, without any impression of lyrics and music, casually hummed to the tune, it felt mediocre, and the chorus part was a bit too difficult for amateurs. ,"these are……"

"It was my predecessor who wrote the lyrics and music. Uh, the song was adapted from an old song. Actually, I am just like William, not long after arriving..." the white pastor explained.

"Well, I'll take it back and let the A+ record experts study it, and then send someone over..." Song Ya can only agree to the expectant counterpart.

"That's great!"

At the end of this episode, Song Ya headed out and ran into Goodman, who was returning alone. "The old man seems to see through our motives and does not want to talk about anything with you." Goodman shrugged and said helplessly.

"It's really troublesome." Song Yayang said with a wry smile, taking the lyrics and music in Yang's hand, "I took a lot of work..."

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