Chicago 1990

"Fujibi Magazine has no hands and powers to carefully investigate every asset owned by the rich. In order to maintain neutrality, they will not have excessive dealings with you. If they can't release accurate data to the outside world, they are actually suggesting that you take the initiative to submit. Asset files."

Ms. Sloan’s makeup is always so exquisite and her dress is always so decent. After spending some time on Capitol Hill, her whole body has changed back to the sharpness of her previous lobbyist. "Last year the list was released in August. This year It won’t be long.” She said as she got into the car just after getting off the plane.

"No matter what Fujibi, I can find a lot of assets through public channels."

Song Ya doesn't care about these details. A+CN has Northern Trust and Comcast, Inner City Broadcasting Corporation shareholders have Clear Media, and A+ Apparel and A+ Pedal companies have Wal-Mart. These shareholders are all listed companies. Netscape, YAHOO, Infoseek, DTS, Palm, etc. own more than one percent of the shares. They are either listed companies or subsidiaries of listed companies.

The revenue of the recording industry and the film industry can be roughly estimated, although it is impossible to be too accurate.

The real estate is not difficult to figure out. In short, Fuji Bi will definitely exceed 500 million this year.

Even if the stocks are worth more than 300 million dollars under the water, there is no way. In the big bull market, many stocks such as Microsoft and Cisco are rolling up and they are exposed to scare people.

There are other potential companies such as A+ Liquor, 3DFX, Amerika Music Website, and good seedlings in A+ Venture Capital's new projects. Song Ya estimates it by himself. It is estimated that it can exceed one billion bragging.

Plus the 50 million in the Madoff Fund...

Huh? Wait, one billion net worth can be included in the global rich list, do you want to show off your muscles? The richest Afro-American, the first Afro-American to exceed one billion, maybe the youngest self-made billionaire?

"APLUS?" Ms. Sloan watched him in a daze.

"Oh, where did you go?"

Forget it, Fujibi is the net asset value. Some time ago, I cried poorly and cried a little bit hard. This would cause unnecessary trouble to the politicians and friends in Chicago and Illinois who approved the aid of A+CN. Song Ya shook his head, "You What did you tell me before going to Capitol Hill, Sloan, you said that you will delay as much as possible the Senate Foreign Relations Committee appointing a special prosecutor. Even if the delay fails, you will try your best to make a public relations person who may be more friendly to me..."

"This kind of thing was decided after a few senators closed the door and opened a meeting. I tried my best, but there is really not much room for activity. If there is any accident, it is that I guess the Vice Chairman of the Donkey Party’s Foreign Affairs Committee is not in the meeting at all. To effectively resist Jesse Helms."

Sloan replied: "Sorry, APLUS, but this conservative candidate is actually not bad. He is very old but has a short working experience in the Ministry of Justice. He has no energy or first-line experience to entangle with us personally. And the leader of the entire special investigation team. The budget was only more than 300,000 dollars, which allowed them to sort out the existing evidence and witness testimony, and line up two Justice Department agents to ask questions one by one. It was impossible to conduct a thorough re-investigation of the case that year. Because there is not enough money!"

Song Ya retorted, "You also said it was the first one. My lawyers told me that the budget may be added. As long as the special investigation team makes some progress, I just need to apply for a report. Do you know? Sloan, sometimes I think Jesse Helms didn’t intend to let me go from the beginning. Will his KKK members be someone who would like to see young black rich men grow up quickly? After he is busy with the election, he is free..."

"It's totally meaningless to make unnecessary assumptions now. APLUS, Jesse Helms is busy with the election next year. Next year, the president will be re-elected and there will be no election pressure. Will they maintain a tacit understanding and continue cooperation? ?"

Sloan spoke a little emotionally, took out the medicine bottle from his bag, unscrewed it, poured out the pills in the palm of his hand, and swallowed it with his neck up, "We can only decide on countermeasures based on the analysis of certain facts."

"Sorry, Sloan, I know you worked **** Capitol Hill."

Seeing her like this, Song Ya was embarrassed to accuse her, "I will let Mavota send you back to rest."

"You won't go back?" Sloan asked.

"I have to wait for a friend whom I haven't seen for a long time, and his flight is coming soon."

"Okay, but don't forget that your debt has not been paid."

Sloane pushed the car door on the floor and went to take the back of Mavota and leave.

"My dear, I miss you so much."

After waiting for another half an hour, Cathy, wearing sunglasses, looked around carefully and walked into the parking lot. After the old Mike honked the horn, she immediately smiled from her heart, trot over, and got into the car. Inside, he threw in Song Ya's arms.

"Me too, it seems you have a very comfortable stay in Alaska."

Song Ya lifted the strands of blonde hair on the girl’s forehead and looked at it carefully. It seemed that she was more mature and more confident. After returning to college, Song Ya had washed away her hostility when she was engaged in street politics, and she went to Alaska by herself. There is more professional femininity.

"Dad is going out of prison."

She was indeed very happy. This time she came back to participate in Vic's trial. It should be the last time in that case, "Everything is finally over..."

"Yes..." The two kissed tacitly.

The old Mike in the driver's seat looked back, took a newspaper from the glove box and pushed the door out.

When he went back, the two were already hugging and chatting in the back seat. Song Ya took out a newspaper from nowhere, "By the way, I have a picture of you in the photo. The local newspaper in Alaska is really hard to find. You are photogenic."

"Let me see."

Cathy took the newspaper, a half-length photo of herself, and she was speaking into the microphone, "Oh, I'm helping a mayoral candidate over there as a spokesperson during the summer vacation."

"Is it like a party? I read the newspaper and said that her political views are conservative enough." Song Ya smiled.

"Well, Sarah Palin, I like her very much." Cassidy nodded.

"Hey, little KKK..." Song Ya tickled her.

"Hahaha... I hate... Don't do anything! Nger!" The two joked and clashed again.

Old Mike rolled his eyes and had no choice but to get out of the car again.

Cassidy couldn't go back to Highland Park with him. It was not good to be seen together in Chicago. Besides, she rarely came back to reunite with her mother and younger siblings who had divorced Vic.

The next day, the family went to the court.

In the auditorium, I finally saw his father Vic McGee. The bald-headed man had little change except for more scum. His strong body bulged the suit specially prepared for the court. When he appeared from the side door, the first glance When he saw his family's children, the tough guy's man's tears rolled in his eyes.

Cassidy also covered her mouth, leaning on her mother's shoulder and choked hard.

Also in the auditorium were two old stormtrooper teammates of Vic, the head of the police staff union, the lawyers, etc. Vic held back his tears, grinned at them, and compared his hands with his hands. Gave a thumbs up.

The prison guards escorted him to the dock, unlocked the handcuffs, "It's okay, I'm all done." The nervous red-haired lawyer Tashauni comforted him.

"Thank you." He thanked sincerely.

The trial went smoothly. The prosecutor also knew that the accusation of murder of the FBI detective could not convince the jury in the previous trial. After making the last effort and being resolved by Tascioni's bitterness, he applied for a short adjournment. I went out to negotiate with Tascioni for a while, and then came back to report to the judge that a plea agreement had been reached.

The murder charge was dropped, and other crimes including abuse of violence during law enforcement in the early years, embezzlement of stolen money and other crimes were convicted. The sentence sentenced by the judge really, as Peter Flock told Song Ya privately, just offset the long time Vic had been sitting. Prison, so...

"I announce that Vic McGee is released in court and you can go home." The judge knocked the hammer.

Cassidy and the whole family jumped up and cheered for joy. Vic McGee and Tashoney couldn't help it anymore after hugging, wiped away the tears, and hugged and celebrated with his ex-wife, children, and colleagues.

"Go home, we have prepared a celebration party for you." Cassidy said to him.

"Your daughter has done a lot for you." The union leader smiled.

"Ok."

Vic hugged his eldest daughter, feeling full of emotions.

The group returned to their long-lost home. Vic happily drank and ate, and after bragging and rejoicing with his former colleagues, he then found an opportunity to walk into the bedroom and said to his wife who was hiding there alone: ​​" Hey, dear. Maybe we can start again..."

"Don't talk about this today, okay?"

Wife, no, the ex-wife has calmed down from the emotion of being happy for him before, "I heard my lawyer say that you may have been treated unfairly. By so coincidence, the court made you so long after a few crimes. The pain of time in prison has been wiped out? They are afraid, afraid that you will counter suing them and apply for government compensation. They will pay you a large amount of money! And the fact that you were lynched by the FBI in the past, don't you just forget it? Some people say that it is because you were just promoted and someone was jealous, and it was deliberately planting and setting up!"

"What are you talking about..."

Vic looked at her in surprise, "What, how...who taught you this? Divorce lawyer?"

"No, both of our children have autism. Isn't it normal? It's a problem with the cleaning agents in the house, those chemical products...there is a problem, it's the brand that has been used in the house before. It must be. Harmful, can induce autism, there is scientific evidence."

The ex-wife said: "Many people with the same experience as ours have already united, and a lawyer has led us... Leading me and the children in a collective lawsuit. The detergent company has to take care of them for a lifetime, or even more! Enough money for our children, otherwise we can never give up!"

Vic, who was just released from prison, held his forehead and sighed, "So you are launching a collective complaint against the multinational daily chemical giants?"

"It's not you, it's us. Now that you are out of prison, we have to take turns to bear the responsibility."

The ex-wife said with tears: "Vick, what's the matter with you? After being so wronged and resigned to life... Our children will be tortured by autism for the rest of their lives. You must cheer up immediately. They need you. "

"Is there any evidence?" Vic asked.

"Here..." The ex-wife took out a folder from the drawer.

"It's not a **** paper!"

Vic couldn't understand the complex chemical names above, but years of experience from the police told him that relying on these messy so-called expert opinions, the chain of evidence is absolutely insufficient.

"Don't yell at me on the first day you came out, I'm fed up with your bad temper! I have brought two children with autism alone these years, so hard but can't get your understanding and sympathy? !" The ex-wife broke out suddenly.

"Hey, can you keep your voice down?"

Vic was afraid of being heard by the children and old colleagues outside, "Let's talk about it later, wait until I get my job back and settle down, okay? OK?"

After leaving the colleagues tiredly, Vic and Cassiti sat on the doorstep and watched the stars for a while. The father and daughter sighed and talked about the past during this period of time. They both reported the good and the bad, and concealed it. A lot...

Vic went and kissed the sleeping little daughter and son affectionately, then went back to his bedroom, sunk in the soft bed, put his hands on the back of his head, thinking about various things, and fell asleep quickly.

The next day, his ex-wife remained patient. The family happily gathered at a table after breakfast. He drove to the new unit pointed out by the trade union to report for registration.

It is a police station in a small town south of Chicago, with very few people.

"Vick, I can only arrange you here for now..."

There is no welcome party or smiling faces of new colleagues. Everyone seems to have heard of themselves, but they all choose to nod politely and say hello, and then do their own thing.

In the afternoon, the sheriff took him to a small room with a cramped workstation. "Someone will tell you what your job is. Basically, it's very simple paperwork. You can do it right?"

"Of course, hehe..." Vic squeezed out his signature bold smile, "So I am transferred to a civilian job right now?"

"For the time being, it won't be long, just let you get acquainted with the environment when you come back." The sheriff patted his back to comfort him, "Go hard."

"I will, thank you." He saluted and watched the sheriff back to the office.

The bear sat in front of the dark computer screen for a while, and rattled the old folding chair, "Hey! Does anyone tell me what to do?" Finally he couldn't help it, and opened his arms and shouted.

It seems that no one is responsible for teaching himself, "Hey..." He smiled awkwardly and carried the belt buckle, and then continued to sit. There are no acquaintances here, and no one actively expresses friendship. Of course, there is no stormtrooper, only the same one. The clerical aunt in the room and a few uniformed police occasionally passed by in the corridor outside, and soon he knew his face by heart.

After finally getting through get off work hours, the clerical aunt greeted him on time, and he took the things and followed with relief, passing by the door of the sheriff's room, the door was open, the other party also saw him, smiled and raised his hand to make a hit. call.

"Hey..."

He gave a thumbs up inside, but the other party had already bowed his head and continued to concentrate on talking on the phone. He returned to the car, looking lonely, and drove home silently.

"Cassidy, are you back?"

After being reunited in Chicago for a few days, Cassiti returned to Alaska. The campaign manager immediately waved when she saw her, "Great, help me deal with the backlog of documents, and then go help call voters~www.wuxiaspot. com~Thank you."

"Okay." Cassidy smiled and accepted the thick file. "Sorry, I..."

"It's okay. It's normal to ask for a few days off." The campaign manager waved his hand generously. "This is not official work."

"When is the next press conference?" Cassidy asked, "What should I prepare in advance?"

"Oh, I gave this job to someone else during your vacation, and now I'll change it back... It's not so good, anyway, you should finish your work first." The campaign manager replied.

"Oh, okay." Cassidy smiled cheerfully and took the files to go to work.

"That girl is back, why don't you continue to use her? She reacts and thinks very quickly, and the typhoon is much more stable than the bench." The campaign manager opened the door of the candidate's office and asked Sara Palin.

"Do you really want me to often appear in the same frame with such a lovely blond and beautiful girl?" Sarah Palin rolled her eyes and asked in displeasure.

"Oh, I see, sorry."

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