Chapter 93

Name:Chicago 1990 Author:齐可休
A few days later, the school, the music room, the orchestra rehearsed again.

"Cassidy, you have a beautiful piano." The music teacher was very satisfied with the music and boasted about Cassidy's violin.

"Thank you." Cassidy whispered her thanks.

It is a pure hand-made piano with beautiful reddish brown and beautiful curve. The unique matte of the body created by years and the intricate decoration of the ancient early taste piano box declare its high value.

"Did you buy it at a musical instrument store near the opera house? I saw it in the window last week... " "It's $3800!" whispered a female classmate beside her

"Really?" The students have their eyes on the piano.

"I don't know. It's from my father..." Cassidy was a little smug.

"Wow, your father is so kind to you." The girl students were chattering.

"Aplus is watching you." The first voice girl looked back at Sonya and whispered in Cassidy's ear.

"Can I not look? The piano was bought with my money Song Ya's heart is dripping with blood.

Cassidy's father, detective Vik McKee, the head of the Stormtrooper, was supposed to work for cook county prosecutor Peter flock last time. He was right. Big people don't want to make friends with each other. It's a two-way process.

He hired Peter's wife Alicia as Tony's defense lawyer. This kind of power and money transaction is not so simple and can be completed. Peter also needs to see whether he is worth helping. Vic came to the studio, but he didn't find any drugs or any written evidence that might endanger the flocks. So he said, "Hello Peter to you" when he left. It was only at that moment that he passed the trust test of big people or adults.

"Fortunately, I don't have the habit of keeping accounts for the transaction of power and money..."

Song Ya is only lucky. If there is a small black book in the safe, which records how much to Alicia's lawyer's fee, a merger and acquisition business for Alicia's law firm, or a donation of 100000 yuan to Mrs. Underwood's charity organization, I'm afraid Vic will put a bag of drugs into the safe and destroy the black book on the spot.

And then he would be caught in the endless trouble of law enforcement, and Tony was doomed.

"It's none of my business." Cassidy did not look back and continued to adjust the strings carefully.

She seems to have lost interest in Song Ya since she was disgraced last time.

"Vic, your daughter, right..."

Song ya, on the contrary, has an idea for her. Detective Vick's warning when he leaves makes him very unhappy. "You want me to stay away from your daughter, but I'm going to take my Put it in... "

But it can't be done immediately. Now I'm not strong enough to deal with the anger from the notorious Stormtrooper.

Everything seems to be calm again. Song Ya goes to school, records songs and goes home every day. His life is simple and regular. He has been staring at his paparazzi and can't get much news, so he has to gradually disappear into his vision.

On the day Tony went to court, he still didn't go. It was like telling a lie, and then he had to cover up more and more lies. His entanglement with Chicago politics became deeper and deeper, and everything was mainly low-key.

Aunt Susie took the whole family with Tony to the court. According to her, she told the judge to see us and Connie's big belly. The judge would surely feel pity and sentence Tony lightly.

But soon, aunt Susie, they came back, and Tony.

The whole family was very happy, and Tony swept away the silence and melancholy of these days. The old brother was alive again.

"Hey! My good brother, how did you do it? " As soon as he got home, he put his arm around Songya and asked.

Goodman was the last to come in. "Don't ask that question, Tony, and don't talk to anyone else about it! Little Lori, they can't either He gave a stern warning.

"Good, good, I don't ask." Tony sat next to Sonya. "You know what? Just now it was too much. I was waiting. Suddenly a bailiff told me not to go to court. OMG! Don't go to court! Ha ha

Sonya looks at Goodman.

"Alicia made a last-minute plea deal with prosecutors, so the trial was cancelled, and Tony was sentenced to two years in prison, two years' probation and 400 hours of community service."

Goodman turned Tony lard to himself. "Look in my eyes. Listen. It's just a probation. You can't do any more crimes during the probation. Okay? The prison gate is always open for you! In addition, the supervision of probation needs to report to the supervisor regularly, and your community service should be completed in accordance with the rules and regulations. Don't neglect it! "

"I know, I know, Goodman, I'll check in regularly, community service, I know, it's just picking up garbage, and I won't screw it up." Tony nodded again and again.

"I've said everything I should have said." Goodman lay down on the sofa.

"Thanks, chuck." Song Ya said thanks to him. "Tony, come here." He put Tony in his room and shut the door."You can follow me when this is over. Don't go to little Lori and them." He said solemnly, "I need help here, and you play too much with them. Nightclubs and bars have a lot of emergencies. Now you have a criminal record. If you do something again, no one can help you."

"Don't be like this, Alec..."

Tony was embarrassed. "I'm your brother. Let me decide my own business, OK?"

"How can you do it yourself? Rely on little Lori? They can't even bail you out. " Song Ya asked.

"They also hired famous lawyers..."

Tony said in a low voice, "and we decided to take the blame by drawing lots. I got the first one. I admitted what I didn't say. If you don't want me to talk to little Lori now, doesn't it mean that I'm in vain? If I commit any more crimes later, I won't be able to take the blame. It doesn't matter. "

"No..."

Song Ya was angry and laughed at his wonderful logic. "It's just like saying that you're guilty, and then it's too bad not to follow little Lori, right?"

“Yep!”

“FXXXYOU! You've got yep up... " Song Ya stares at him coldly.

Tony bowed his head in reason. "I'm brother with little Lori, Alex..."

"Do as you please." Song Ya lost his last patience.

On February 15th, the tailor's dress arrived. The master tape of rememberthename's semi-finished product had been recorded. It was time to leave for New York.

The car slowly drove to a community near Lake Michigan. Several high-rise buildings formed a blind corner because of poor design. Small plastic bags of various colors flying with the wind were blown here and quickly accumulated into a mountain.

Songya saw Tony's big man from a distance. He and some half boys were cleaning up with huge black bags. This kind of community service is not very active, they are all idling away. Everyone seems to be moving slowly, one bag at a time, slowly pulling into the black bag, and a supervisor is standing by and watching, and is too lazy to urge.

Hayden stops the car and pulls song ya, who opens the door and is about to get off.

"Look."

In the direction of his fingers, Sonya saw little Lori's Chevy convertible.

Little Lori jumped out of the car with the muffler and went to Tony. AK approached the supervisor, handed in a cigarette, and then put something into each other's pockets. They happily hugged each other and laughed.

"Hey! You're working too slowly, Tony! Hurry up Cried Little lorry, laughing.

“FXXXYOU!” Tony scolded, but the smile on his face showed that he was happy from the bottom of his heart. He punched three people and said, "thank you for coming to see me."

"Nonsense, of course, we're brothers, right?" Little Lori punched him in the chest.

"Yes Tony dodged with a boxing gesture and then made a comeback.

"Muffler" then joined the "battle group", and the three of them were laughing and fighting with each other in the golden sunset and flying plastic bags.

"My God..."

Song Ya looked at the scene, closed the door again and murmured, "do they think they are still three years old? What's in their heads... "

"They are not the same kind of people as you, aplus, you can't understand them, maybe they can't understand you." Said Hayden.

"That's it." Song Ya shook his head. "Drive, Hayden. We'll be very busy in New York..."

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