Chapter 972? Go Home

"Fujibi magazine has no manpower and power to carefully investigate every asset owned by the rich. In order to maintain neutrality, it will not overly interact with you. When they release the information that they cannot provide accurate data, they are actually implying that you should quickly submit it. asset file."

Ms. Sloan's makeup is always so delicate, and her dress is always so decent. After staying on Capitol Hill for a while, she has returned to the sharpness of her former lobbyist. "Last year's list was released in August. This year It won't be long." She got into the car and said after getting off the plane.

"No matter what Fujibi, I have a lot of assets that can be found through public channels."

Song Ya doesn't care about these minutiae. A+CN has Northern Trust and Comcast, Inner City Broadcasting Company has Clear Media among its shareholders, and A+ Apparel and A+ Pedals have Walmart. These shareholders are all listed companies. Netscape, YAHOO, Infoseek, DTS, Palm, etc., which own more than 1% of the shares, are either listed companies or subsidiaries of listed companies.

Recording and film industry revenues can be roughly estimated, although it is impossible to be precise.

It's not hard to figure out the truth about real estate. In short, no matter how you calculate Fuji ratio, it will definitely exceed 500 million this year.

Forget the stocks with a total value of more than 300 million knives under the water, there is no way, a big bull market, many stocks such as Microsoft and Cisco are rolling up, and they are afraid of scaring people if they are exposed.

There are other potential companies such as A+ wine industry, 3DFX, and the American music website, as well as good seedlings in the new project of A+ venture capital. Song Ya estimated it by himself, and it is estimated that it can exceed one billion by bragging.

Plus the 50 million in the Madoff Fund...

Huh? Wait, you can enter the world's richest list with a net worth of one billion, do you want to show off your muscles? The richest African-American, the first African-American to exceed a billion, and maybe the youngest self-made billionaire?

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

"Oh, what did you just say?"

Forget it, Fujibi is counted as net worth. Some time ago, I was crying poor and crying a little bit. This will bring unnecessary trouble to the politicians and friends in Chicago and Illinois who approved the aid to A+CN. Song Ya shook her head, "You What did you tell me before going to Capitol Hill, Sloan, you said that you would delay the appointment of a special prosecutor by the Senate Foreign Relations Committee as much as possible, and even if the delay failed, you would try your best to make the public relations person who might be friendly to me..."

"Several senators closed a meeting to decide this kind of thing. I tried my best, but there is really not much room for movement. If there is any accident, it is that I guess the vice chairman of the foreign affairs committee of the donkey party is not in the meeting at all. Effective resistance to Jesse Helms.

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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 and front-line experience to entangle us closely. And the leader of the entire special investigation The budget is only over 300,000 dollars, which means that all they can do is sort out the existing evidence and witness testimony, arrange for two agents from the Ministry of Justice to question one by one, and it is impossible to conduct a comprehensive and thorough re-investigation of the case back then. Because there is not enough money!"

Song Ya retorted, "You also said it was the first payment. My lawyers told me that the budget may be added. As long as the special investigation team makes some progress, it is fine to file a report application. Do you know? Sloan, sometimes I think Jesse Helms never intended to let me go from the beginning, would his Ku Klux Klansmen be happy to see a young black rich man grow up quickly? When he is busy with the election and frees up..."

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

Sloan spoke a little emotionally. He took out the medicine bottle from his bag and unscrewed it, poured out a tablet 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've had a hard time on Capitol Hill."

Seeing her like this, Song Ya was too embarrassed to criticize, "I'll ask Mawota to take you back to rest."

"You're not going back?" Sloan asked.

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

"Okay, but don't forget you haven't paid off your debt."

Sloan opened the car door neatly and went to take Mawota's back car to leave.

"Honey, I miss you so much."

After waiting for another half an hour, Kasiti, who was wearing sunglasses, looked around and walked cautiously into the parking lot. After the old Mike honked the horn, she immediately smiled from the bottom of her heart, trotted over, and got into the car. Then he threw himself into Song Ya's arms.

"Me too, it looks like you're having a great time in Alaska."

Song Ya brushed aside the blond hair on the girl's forehead and looked at it carefully. It seemed that she was more mature and confident. After returning to college life, the good girl had washed away her hostility when she was engaged in street politics, and it was better than the last time she went to Alaska A little more professional femininity.

"Dad is going to be released from prison."

She was indeed very happy. This trip was also to attend Vic's trial, and it should be the last time of that case. "It's finally over..."

"Yeah..." The two kissed each other 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, and Song Ya took out a newspaper out of nowhere, "By the way, I have photos of you in the photo, local newspapers in Alaska are really hard to find, You are very photogenic."

"Let me see."

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

"Isn't Xiangdang right? I read in the newspaper that her political views are conservative enough." Song Ya laughed.

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

"Hey, little Ku Klux Klan..." Song Ya tickled her.

"Hahaha... I hate it... Don't touch your hands! Nger!" The two laughed and started fighting again.

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

Cassidy couldn't go back to Highland Park with him, it wasn't good to be seen together in Chicago, and she was coming back so rarely to be with her mother and younger siblings who were divorced from Vic.

The next day, the family went to court.

I finally saw his father Vic McGee in the auditorium. The bald and strong man has hardly changed except for some stubble. His strong body bulged out the suit specially prepared for the court. When he appeared from the side door, the first sight When he saw his family and children, the tough guy's boy burst into tears.

Kasiti also covered her mouth, leaning against her mother's shoulder and choked up uncontrollably.

Also in the public gallery were two of Vic's old stormtrooper teammates, the head of the police union, and the lawyer. Vic held back his tears, grinned at them, and then gestured with his handcuffed hands. Thumbs up.

The prison guard escorted him to the dock and uncuffed him, "It's okay, I'll take care of everything." The nervous red-haired lawyer Tashauni comforted him.

"Thank you." He sincerely thanked.

The trial went smoothly, and the prosecution prosecutor also knew that the accusation of murdering the FBI detective could not convince the jury in the previous trial. After making the last effort, Tashauni's vitriol was resolved, and he applied for a short adjournment. Went out with Tashauni for a while to negotiate alone, and then came back to report to the judge that a plea agreement had been reached.

The murder charge was withdrawn, and other crimes including abusing violence in the law enforcement process and embezzlement of stolen goods in the early years were convicted. The sentence sentenced by the judge was exactly as Peter Flock said to Song Ya in private, which just offset the long time Vic had been sitting. prison, so...

"I declare that Vic McGee will be released in court, and you can go home." The judge knocked down the hammer.

Cassidy and the whole family were so happy that they jumped up and cheered. Vic McGee and Tashawny hugged and couldn't help it anymore. They wiped away the tears with their hands and hugged and celebrated with their ex-wife, children and colleagues.

"Go home, we have a celebration party for you," Kasiti told him.

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

"Um."

Vic put his arms around his eldest daughter, full of emotion.

The group returned to their long-awaited home, and Vik drank and ate happily. After bragging with his former colleagues, he found a chance to walk into the bedroom and said to his wife who was hiding in there alone: ​​" Hey, honey. Maybe, we can start over..."

"Let's not talk about this today, okay?"

Wife, no, the ex-wife has calmed down from the previous feeling of being happy for him, "I heard from my lawyer that you may have been treated unfairly. It just so happened that the court has made several charges to make you so long. The pain of time in prison has been wiped out? They are afraid that you will sue them back and apply for compensation from the government, and they will pay you a large sum of money! And you were lynched by the FBI before, is that all? Some people say it's because someone in the bureau is jealous because you just got promoted, and it's a deliberate framing!"

"What are you talking about..."

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

"No, both of our kids have autism, isn't that normal? It's the cleaners in the house, those chemical products...there's a problem, it's the same brand we've been using at home, it must be, it's Harmful, can induce autism, there is scientific evidence."

The ex-wife said, "Many people who have experienced the same experience as us have united. There are lawyers who lead us...lead me and my children to file a class action lawsuit. The cleaning agent company will control them for the rest of their lives, or even more! They must pay Enough money for our children, otherwise we must not let it go!"

Vic, who had just been released from prison, held his forehead and let out a long sigh, "So you are launching a collective lawsuit against the multinational daily chemical giant?"

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

The ex-wife said with tears: "Vic, what's wrong with you? You have suffered such a big wrong and you still look resigned... Our children will suffer from autism for the rest of their lives. You must cheer up immediately, they need you. "

"Is there any proof?" Vic asked.

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

"This fucking isn't even a paper!"

Vic couldn't understand the complicated 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 was absolutely insufficient.

"Don't yell at me on the first day you come out, I'm fed up with your bad temper! I've been raising two autistic children alone all these years, so hard but I don't get any understanding and sympathy from you? !” The ex-wife suddenly broke out.

"Hey, can you keep your voice down?"

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

After sending off the colleagues tiredly, Vic and Cassity sat on the steps in front of the door and looked at the stars for a while. The father and daughter sighed and had a good chat about the past. a lot...

Vic went to kiss his sleeping little daughter and son affectionately, then returned to his bedroom, sank into the soft bed, rested his hands on the back of his head, thought about various things, and soon fell asleep.

The next day, his ex-wife remained patient, and the family happily gathered at the same table for breakfast, and he drove to report to the new unit instructed by the head of the trade union.

It is a police station in a small town on the south side of Chicago, with a small number of people.

"Vic, I can only arrange you here for the time being..."

There is no welcome meeting, and no smiling faces of new colleagues. Everyone seems to have heard of themselves, but they all choose to politely nod and say hello, and then go about their own business.

In the afternoon, the sheriff took him to a cramped workstation in a small room, "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 a signature bold smile, "So I've changed to a clerical job now, right?"

"For the time being, it won't be long. I just want you to familiarize yourself with the environment after you come back." The sheriff patted him on the back to comfort him, "Do it well."

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

Sitting like a bear facing the dark computer screen for a while, he rattled the old folding chair, "Hey! Can someone 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 him, "Hey..." He smiled awkwardly and picked up the belt buckle, and then continued to sit. There were no acquaintances here, and no one offered to be friendly. Of course, there was no stormtrooper, only the same The clerk in the room and a few uniformed policemen occasionally passed by in the corridor outside, and soon he memorized the faces by heart.

After finally making it to the off-duty time, the clerk aunt said hello and left on time, and he also took his things and followed behind with relief, passing by the door of the sheriff's office, the door was open, the other party saw him, raised his hand with a smile call.

"hey-hey……"

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

"Cassidy, are you back?"

Kasiti, who had been reunited in Chicago for a few days, returned to Alaska. The campaign manager immediately waved after seeing her, "Great, help me deal with these backlogs of documents, and then help me call voters, thank you."

"Okay." Cassetti took over the thick document with a smile, "Sorry, I..."

"It's okay, it's normal to take a few days off." The campaign manager waved his hand generously, "This is not a formal job."

"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'm changing it back...not very good, anyway, you should finish what you are doing first." The campaign manager replied.

"Oh, okay." Kasiti smiled cheerfully, took the documents and went to work.

"That girl is back, why not continue to use her? She has quick reactions and thinking, and the typhoon is much more stable than that substitute." The campaign manager pushed open the door of the candidate's office and asked Sarah Palin.

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

"Oh, I see, sorry."

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