Chapter 973

"Fujibi magazine has no staff and power to carefully investigate every asset owned by the rich. In order to maintain its neutrality, it will not have excessive contact with you. If they can't provide accurate data to the public, they are actually implying you to submit the asset documents on your own initiative."

Ms. Sloan's make-up is always so exquisite and her dress is always so appropriate. After staying on Capitol Hill for a period of time, her whole person has changed back to the sharpness she used to be when she was a lobbyist. "Last year's list was released in August, and this year will not be long later." Just got off the plane, she said in the car.

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

Song Ya doesn't care about these details. There are Northern Trust and Comcast in a + CN, clear media in inner city broadcasting company, Wal Mart in a + clothing and a + pedal company. These shareholders are listed companies. Netscape, Yahoo, Infoseek, DTS, palm, etc. own more than 1% of the shares. They are either listed companies or subsidiaries of listed companies.

The income of the record industry and the film industry can be estimated roughly, though not very accurately.

Real estate is not difficult to figure out, in short, Fuji than how to calculate this year will certainly exceed 500 million.

The stocks with a total value of more than 300 million yuan under the water can't be ignored. In the bull market, many stocks, such as Microsoft and Cisco, are rolling up, which are exposed to fear of scaring people.

There are other potential companies such as a + wine industry, 3dfx, Americana music website and other potential companies, as well as good seedlings in the new a + venture capital projects. Song Ya estimated by himself that he could surpass one billion by boasting.

Plus 50 million in Madoff's Fund

Eh? Wait, a billion people can be included in the global rich list. Do you want to show off your muscles? The richest African American, the first African American with a billion dollars, may be the youngest self-made millionaire?

“APLUS？” Ms. Sloan looks at him in a daze.

"Oh, what did you say?"

Forget it, Fuji's net asset value is calculated. Some time ago, he was crying a little too much about poverty, which would bring unnecessary trouble to the Chicago and Illinois politicians who approved the aid to a + CN. Song Ya shook his head and said, "what did you say to me before you went to Capitol Hill? Sloan, you said you would delay the appointment of a special prosecutor by the Senate Foreign Affairs Committee as long as possible If you fail, you will try your best to become a friendly person to me... "

"This kind of thing was decided by several senators after closing the door for a meeting. I tried my best, but there was not much room for activity. If there was any accident, it was that the vice chairman of the donkey Party's Foreign Affairs Committee did not effectively resist Jesse Holmes at the meeting."

Sloan replied, "I'm sorry, aplus, but this conservative candidate is actually quite good. He is very old, but his working experience in the Department of justice is very short. He has no energy and no first-line experience to work with us. Moreover, the first budget of the entire special investigation team is only $300000. All they can do is to sort out the existing evidence and witness testimony, and arrange two judicial department agents to ask questions one by one. They can't conduct a comprehensive and thorough re investigation of the case in that year, because they don't have enough money! "

Song Ya retorted, "you also said it was the first one. My lawyers told me that the budget might be added. As long as the special investigation team made some progress, it would be OK to apply for a report. You know what? Sloane, sometimes I think that Jesse Holmes didn't want to let me go from the beginning. Would his kind of 3K gangster like to see young black rich people grow up quickly? When he is busy with the election and gets rid of his hands... "

"It's meaningless to speculate now. Aplus and Jesse Holmes will finish the election next year, and there will be no election pressure after the commander-in-chief is re elected next year. Will they keep a tacit understanding and continue to cooperate?"

Sloan said a little agitated. He took the bottle out of his bag and unscrewed it. He poured out a pill in the palm of his hand and lifted his neck to swallow it. "We can only decide on the countermeasures based on the analysis of certain facts."

"I'm sorry, Sloane. I know you're hard on Capitol Hill."

Song Ya looked at her like this, also embarrassed to blame what, "I let marvolta send 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. His flight is coming."

"All right, but don't forget that you haven't paid off yet."

Sloan slammed open the door and left in the back of marvolta.

"Honey, I miss you so much."

After waiting for another half an hour, Cassidy, wearing sunglasses, looked around and walked into the parking lot carefully. After old Mike pressed the horn, she immediately showed a smile from her heart and trotted over. As soon as she got into the car, she threw herself into song Ya's arms.

"Me too. It seems that you have a good time in Alaska."

Song Ya opened the golden 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, she had washed away the anger of street politics and had more professional femininity than when she went to Alaska last time.

"Dad's going to be out of jail."She was really happy. She came back to attend Vic's trial, which should be the last time of the case. "It's finally over..."

"Yes..." They kiss each other by tacit agreement.

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, they were already holding each other in the back seat and chatting. Song Ya also took out a newspaper from nowhere. "By the way, I have your photo here. It's hard to find the local newspaper in Alaska. You are very photogenic."

"Let me see."

Cassidy took the newspaper, which was a bust of herself, and was opening her mouth into the microphone. "Oh, I was helping a candidate for mayor over there as a press spokesman during the summer vacation."

"Like the party, right? I read in the newspaper that her political views are quite conservative enough. " Song Ya laughs.

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

"Hey, little 3K party..." Song Ya tickles her.

"Ha ha ha Hate Don't move your hands! Nger！” The two began to fight again.

Old Mike rolled his eyes and had to get off again.

Cassidy can't go back to Highland Park with him. It's not good to be seen together in Chicago. Besides, she seldom comes back to reunite with Vic's divorced mother, brother and sister.

The next day, the family went to court.

In the auditorium, he finally saw his father, Vik McKee. The bald man had almost no change except for some more beards. His strong body puffed up the suits specially prepared for the court. When he appeared from the side door and saw his family and children for the first time, the tough man's tears rolled around his eyes.

Cassidy also covered her mouth, leaning against her mother's shoulder, choking uncontrollably.

There were also Vic's two veteran stormtroopers, the head of the police union and the lawyer. Vic held back his tears, grinned at them, and then compared his thumb with his handcuffed hands.

The C.O. escorted him to the dock and untied his handcuffs. "It's OK. I'm done with it." Tassoni, a neurotic red haired lawyer, comforted him.

"Thank you." He sincerely thanks.

The trial went smoothly. The prosecutor also knew that the murder charge of FBI detective could not convince the jury in the previous trial. After his last attempt, Tassoni was still acrimonious. He applied for a short recess, went out to negotiate with Tassoni for a while, and then came back to report to the judge that an agreement on prosecution and defense had been reached.

The murder charge was dropped, and other crimes, including abuse of violence and embezzlement of stolen money and property in the early years of law enforcement, were established. As Peter flock said to Sonya in private, the sentence imposed by the judge just offset the length of time Vic had been in prison, so

"I declare that Viktor McKee is released in court and you can go home." The judge knocked down the hammer.

Cassidy and her family jumped up for joy and cheered. Vicky and Tassoni hugged each other and couldn't help it any longer. They wiped away their tears and hugged their ex-wife, children and colleagues.

"Go home. We have a celebration party for you." Said Cassidy to him.

"Your daughter has done a lot for you." The head of the union said with a smile.

"Well."

Vic put his arms around his eldest daughter.

When the party returned to their long separated home, Vic enjoyed drinking and eating, bragged with his former colleagues, and then took a chance to walk into the bedroom and said to his wife who was hiding in the bedroom: "Hey, honey. Maybe we can start again... "

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

Wife, no, the ex-wife has calmed down from the previous happy mood for him, "I heard my lawyer say that you may have been treated unfairly, so coincidentally, the court has laid out several charges and written off your long imprisonment? They are afraid, afraid you counterclaim them, apply for government compensation, they will pay you a lot of money! And the fact that you were lynched by the FBI before, is that all it takes? Some people say it's because you've just been promoted. Someone in the bureau is jealous. It's deliberately planted! "

"What are you talking about..."

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

"No, both of our children have autism. It's not normal, right? It's the detergent at home, the chemicals There is a problem. The brand we used to use at home must be. It is harmful and can induce autism. There is scientific evidence. "

My ex-wife nagged, "we've got a lot of people who have the same experience as us, and we've got lawyers to lead us Lead me and the children to fight a collective lawsuit, that detergent company will manage them for a lifetime, or even more! We must pay enough money to our children, otherwise we will never give up! "

Vic, who just got out of prison, put his hand on his forehead and sighed, "so you're launching a collective complaint against the multinational commodity giant?"

"It's not you, it's us. Now that you're out of prison, we'll take turns to take responsibility."The ex-wife tearfully said, "Vic, what's the matter with you? I've been wronged so much, but I still have to admit my life Our children, suffering from autism all their lives, you have to pick yourself up right now. They need you. "

"Is there any evidence?" Vick asked.

"Here..." My ex-wife took a folder out of the drawer.

"It's not even a paper!"

Vic can't understand the complicated chemical names above, but years of police experience tell him that the chain of evidence is absolutely insufficient by relying on these messy so-called expert opinions.

"Don't yell at me the first day you come out. I'm fed up with your bad temper! I have been bringing two autistic children alone these years, but I can't get any understanding and sympathy from you? " The ex-wife broke out.

"Hey, can you keep your voice down?"

Vick was afraid of being heard by his children and old colleagues. "I'll talk about it later. When I get back to work and settle down, OK? OK？”

After tired of seeing off their colleagues, Vicky and Cassidy sat on the steps in front of the door and looked at the stars. The father and daughter sobbed and talked about the past of this period of time. Both of them reported good news but not bad news, and hid a lot

Vick kisses the sleeping little daughter and son affectionately. Then he goes back to his bedroom, sinks into the soft bed, pillows his hands on the back of his head, thinks about various things, and falls asleep soon.

The next day, his ex-wife remained patient, and the family happily gathered at a table for breakfast. He drove to the new unit instructed by the union leader to report for duty.

It's a small police station in a small town south of Chicago.

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

There was no welcome meeting, and there was no smiling face of new colleagues. Everyone seemed to have heard of themselves, but they all chose to nod politely to say hello, and then go to do their own business.

In the afternoon, the police chief led him to a cramped work station 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..." Vick squeezes out his trademark broad smile. "So I'm now transferred, right?"

"For a while, it won't be long. It's just for you to familiarize yourself with the environment after you come back." The sheriff patted him on the back and said, "do it well."

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

The bear sat in front of the dark computer screen for a while, creaking the old folding chair, "Hey! Has anyone told me what to do? " Finally, I couldn't help it. I opened my arms and cried out.

It seems that no one is responsible for teaching themselves, "Hey, hey..." He picked up the belt buckle with a dry smile in embarrassment, and then continued to sit there. There were no acquaintances, no one volunteered to be friendly, and of course, there was no Stormtrooper. Only the clerks and aunts in the same room and several uniformed policemen occasionally went back and forth in the corridor outside, and soon he remembered his face.

It was not easy to make it to the end of the work time. The clerk's aunt said hello and left on time. He was relieved to take something and follow him. After the police chief's room door, the door was open, and the other party saw himself and raised his hand to say hello with a smile.

"Hey, 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, looked lonely and drove home in silence.

"Cassidy, are you back?"

Cathy, who had been reunited in Chicago for a few days, returned to Alaska. When the campaign manager saw her, she immediately waved, "great. Help me get rid of this backlog of documents, and then go and help me call the voters. Thank you."

"OK." Cassidy took the thick document with a smile. "I'm sorry, i..."

"It's OK. It's normal to ask for a few days off." The campaign manager waved his hand liberally, "it's not a formal job."

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

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

"Oh, yes." Cassidy gave a cheerful smile and carried the papers to her work.

"The girl is back, why don't you keep using her? She is very quick in reaction and thinking, and the typhoon is much more stable than that substitute The campaign manager opened the door of the candidate's office and asked Sarah Palin.

"Do you really want me to frame up with such a nice blonde girl all the time?" Sarah Palin rolled her eyes and asked in displeasure.

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry."

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