Chapter 8

Two days later, song Ya felt that according to his current ability, he had done almost all the preparatory work he could do. So he took advantage of the whole family's presence at dinner and resolutely implemented the plan: "I need money." He came to the point.

"How much?" Aunt Susie gave little Freddie in her arms to Connie and took out the change clip.

"About $70 to $100." Song Ya replied.

The sound of the collision of tableware and the sound of chewing food disappeared in an instant, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"I'll pay it back, with interest." He added.

"Damn it!"

A few seconds later, aunt Susie reacted, furious, "whose belly have you made?"

"Where do you want to go?" Song Ya was speechless.

"He? It's impossible. " Connie likes to screw with her mother, but she looks at things from a different angle. "All the girls in school don't look at him in the eye."

Er Forget it, song Ya didn't want to explain his "little transparent" strategy to her, but felt a little prickly.

"Why? Is Alec good-looking? " Aunt Susie's attention was taken away again. "Yesterday, I met a school teacher on the road. She liked Yali very much. She said that Yali's academic performance has improved rapidly..."

"You don't want to get into trouble, do you?"

Tony, who had been silent, thought of something and cut in: "you've been asking about little Lori, about Al, about AK, about record companies these two days..." He stares into song Ya's eyes, "I warn you, don't use bad ideas!"

"Am I that kind of person?"

Songya is not going to show Tony his cards now. "I'll have a good talk with you tomorrow night."

"It's time for us to have a good talk. You're not right recently. It's not right..."

Tony and Alexander song, who used to sleep in a room from childhood to adulthood, know him best. Naturally, he feels the most about song Ya's changes in behavior, character and way of thinking. In recent days, he has been talking about something wrong. As for why it is wrong, he can't explain it. People are a bit bewildered.

"What do you want money for, son?" Asked aunt Susie with concern.

Song Ya said a good reason, "er I need some legal help, you know, lawyers are expensive... "

"Did you really make someone's stomach bigger?"

I didn't expect that his words caused some ambiguity. Now even Connie was a little uncertain, "you're not going to marry a son, are you?"!? Don't believe those bichi's lies. You know, they may just want to find someone to pick up the dish. The child is not made with you at all, or she doesn't know who it is among several people... "

The black line of song yaman's brain.

"My God, shut up!"

Aunt Susie stood up. "Is it shameless to know so much at the age of seventeen? I'm all m-fxxx ashamed of you She turned and went upstairs. Then there was a sound of locking the door. She should have gone to the hiding place to get it.

"I didn't give her pocket money a few times, let alone such a large amount." Tony complained.

"Alec studies well." Connie deliberately irritated him, "have you ever been the first in the whole grade? Have you ever had a +

"Wow, is brother Alex really so good?" Emily's three views are normal.

"Well, don't forget, I'm the one who brings income to the family now!" Tony quipped sour. "Emily..." He pinched his throat. "Do you like that fluffy skirt?"

"Yes." That day, Emily came back with her fluffy skirt in a second-hand shop.

"Who helped you to get the money for your fluffy skirt?" Tony asked again.

Emily thought for a moment, "you." "But I'm tired too," she added

Connie laughed.

"Here you are." While talking, aunt Susie came down from the stairs and threw the money rolled up with the rubber band in front of song ya.

"Thank you."

Song Ya swayed for a while, and the money was rolled up very firmly: "I should be able to pay it back soon, including the interest."

"That's how you should be grateful."

Aunt Susie turned her cheek away. "You haven't kissed me for a long time."

Well, Songya knows it's a normal way for foreigners to express their feelings, and aunt Susie is really nice to him, "thank you, aunt Susie." He hugged her and pecked her on both sides of the cheek.

The next day, song ya got up very early. He took care of himself carefully. His short hair was fresh and neat. He had a dark middle neck sweater. He specially washed light colored jeans and sneakers. He also bought a plaid suit from a second-hand shop for $9.9. Now new cheap suits often have thick shoulder pads. Song Ya prefers the old style 。

Put a pile of well written music scores, a notebook and some useful newspaper clippings into a second-hand canvas briefcase. In addition to the change for the bus, all the other banknotes are stuffed into his socks and stepped on the soles of his feet. There is no way. The probability of being robbed here is too high, especially his dress is a bit swaggering now.No one at home had yet got up. He took a cold pie out of the cupboard and ate and walked out of the house.

First take the bus, then switch to two subways, and then get off the bus and walk a little way to the destination of this trip, Clark street.

Should Connie ask for leave from school?

He is a person who is used to doing things step by step, so he especially likes the feeling now. Since the apocalypse, he has the courage to cross, and the rest is personal efforts.

Of course, finding the right direction is also very important.

He took a newspaper clip from his bag and followed the address on it.

There are more and more pedestrians with black hair and yellow skin. Yes, this is the Chinese street in Chicago.

In the slums of southern city, black people never speak well of lawyers, and they don't even treat black lawyers very well. Song Ya feels that he might as well ask a Chinese lawyer to consult him. He can also visit the Chinese street and brush up on Chinese language. The main reason, of course, is that the fees are the cheapest, which is $35 an hour.

However, he didn't expect that Cantonese people were the main group here. It was not easy to use English to ask for directions. He wandered around and finally got to the address on the newspaper clipping downstairs.

"This?"

In front of him is not the glass curtain wall of the financial district that he imagined rising into the cloud, but a plain old-fashioned commercial building.

"Forget it. If you come here, you will be at ease."

He meditated and went up to the fourth floor through an antique elevator with a fence door, and finally arrived at the destination of the trip, "Goodman law firm.".

First take off your shoes, take out the money from your socks and put it into your pocket. Then you will tidy up your instrument and ring the doorbell.

"Who?" Asked a man inside.

"Alexander song, I made an appointment by phone yesterday." Song Ya replied.

A sleepy white man opened the door and said, "you know my charge." He let Sonya in and asked.

"Is this the law firm?"

Song Ya was surprised to see the small single room in front of her. There was a desk, two chairs and a row of filing cabinets.

This 30-year-old, slightly balding white man sat behind the table and pointed to the two documents hanging on the wall. "Yes, I'm Goodman. Please take a seat. Yesterday you said on the phone that you had doubts about copyright, right? Let's start right now. Don't waste your time or mine. "

Song Ya felt that he was afraid that he would turn around and lose his business.

Aiming at the certificate on the wall, it seems that there is no problem, and simply asked: "can you take the liberty to ask why you open the law office here?"

"There is business here. Chinese people don't like to use their own people in divorce and inheritance lawsuits." Goodman replied.

Well, it seems reasonable, "but I'm a copyright issue..." Song Ya asked again.

"I understand copyright, too!" Getting impatient, Goodman took out a small clock and slapped it on the table. "Time begins."

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