Chicago 1990

A few days later, the school, music classroom, and orchestra rehearsed again.

"Cassidy, your violin is very beautiful." After one piece, the music teacher was very satisfied and praised Cassidy's violin.

"Thank you." Cassidy thanked her quietly.

It is a pure handmade piano with beautiful reddish brown and graceful curves. The unique matt body created by the years and the old-fashioned piano box with complicated decorations declare its great value.

"Did you buy it at a musical instrument store near the Opera House? I saw it in the window last week..." A female classmate next to Cassidy exclaimed, "The price is 3,800 dollars!"

"Really?" The students cast their eyes on the piano one after another.

"I don't know, it was given by my father..." Cassidy was a little smug.

"Wow, your father is so kind to you." The female classmate began to twitter.

"APLUS is watching you." The girl who was the first to speak turned around and glanced at Song Ya, then whispered in Cassidi's ear.

"Can I not watch it? The piano was bought with my money!" Song Ya dripped blood in his heart.

Cassidy’s father, Detective Vic McGee, the head of the stormtrooper, was supposed to work for Cook County State Attorney Peter Flock last time. He was right. The big guys don’t want to make friends. , This is a two-way selection process.

I hired Peter's wife Alicia to be Tony's defense lawyer. This kind of only knowable power and money transaction is not so simple and can be completed, and Peter also depends on whether he is worthy of help.Vic came to the recording studio and did not find any drugs or any textual evidence that might endanger the Flocks. So when he left, he would say "Hello, Peter". It wasn't until that moment that he had initially passed the big shot. Or the trust review of big shots.

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

Song Ya only feels lucky. If there is a small black book in the safe, it says how much Alicia’s lawyers will be paid, an M&A deal for Alicia’s law firm, or a donation to Mrs. Underwood’s charity organization. With one hundred thousand words, I'm afraid Vic will backhand stuff a bag of drugs into the safe, and by the way destroy Xiao Hei Ben on the spot.

Then he would fall into the endless troubles of law enforcement agencies, and Tony would naturally be over.

"It's my business." Cassiti didn't look back, and continued to adjust the strings carefully.

She seemed to have lost interest in Song Ya after being shameless last time.

"Vick, isn't your daughter..."

On the contrary, Song Ya had an idea for her. Detective Vic's warning when he was leaving made him very upset, "You told me to stay away from your daughter, but I just want to put my... in..."

But this matter cannot be done right away, and I am not strong enough to deal with the anger from the notorious stormtrooper captain.

Everything seemed to be calm again. Song Ya went to school, recorded songs, and went home every day. Her life was simple and regular. The paparazzi who had been staring at him couldn't get the news, so she gradually disappeared from his vision.

On the day Tony went to court, he still did not go. It was like telling a lie, and then he could only continue to cover up with bigger and more lies. The entanglement between him and the Chicago politics became deeper and deeper, and everything was low-key. the Lord.

Aunt Susie took the whole family with Tony to the court. According to her statement, she asked the judge to see our family and Connie’s pregnant belly. The judge would definitely feel pity and lightly sentence Tony.

But soon, Aunt Susie and the others came back, and Tony.

The whole family was happily, and Tony even swept away the silence and sadness that had been in these days, and the usual elder brother Tubing was alive again.

"Hey! My good brother, how did you do it!?" He asked Song Ya as soon as he got home.

Goodman came in the last one, "Don’t ask this question Tony,

"Okay, I won't ask." Tony sat next to Song Ya, "Do you know? It was too much a while ago, I was waiting, suddenly a bailiff told me that I don't need to go to court, OMG! No need to go to court! Haha !"

Song Ya looked at Goodman.

"Alicia reached a prosecution and defense deal with the prosecutor at the last minute, so the trial was cancelled. Tony was sentenced to two years in prison, two years of supervision and probation plus 400 hours of community service."

Goodman drew Tony to face him, "Look into my eyes and listen carefully. This is just a probation. During the probation, you can't commit any more crimes, understand? The prison door has been open for you! And, supervision Probation requires regular reporting to the supervisor, and every time your community service must be completed in an orderly manner, don’t take it seriously!"

"I know I know, Goodman, I will report regularly, community service I know, just pick up trash or something, I won't mess it up." Tony nodded frequently.

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

"Thanks, Chuck." Song Ya thanked him, "Tony, come here." He pulled Tony into his room and closed the door.

"When this is over, follow me. Don't go to Little Lori and the others." He said solemnly, "I also need help, and you play too much with them, like nightclubs and bars. There were a lot of emergencies in this place. Now you are a person with a criminal record. If you commit another crime, no one can help you."

"Don't be like that, Alex..."

Tony was embarrassed, "I'm your brother, let me decide my own affairs?"

"Why did you do this by yourself? Rely on Little Lori? They can't even bail you out." Song Ya asked.

"They also hired well-known lawyers..."

Tony whispered: "And we decided to commit the crime by drawing lots. I got the first one. I didn't say anything. I admit it. You told me not to talk to Lori now. Doesn't it mean that I have a white top crime? It’s not my turn to commit the crime, it’s okay."

"No……"

Song Ya laughed angrily at his bizarre logic, "It is equivalent to saying that you have committed the crime, and then it would be too bad if you didn't continue to follow Little Lori?"

"Yep!"

"FXXXYOU! You are still Yep up..." Song Ya stared at him coldly.

Tony lowered his head dubiously, "I and Lori are brothers, Alex..."

"Do whatever you want!" Song Ya lost her last patience.

On February 15th, the tailor's dress was delivered, and the semi-finished master tape of Remember the Name was also recorded. It was time to set off for New York.

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

Song Ya saw Tony's big man from a distance, and he was cleaning up with some half-sized black bags with big black bags.Few people in this kind of community service are actively working. They all work in slow motion. They slowly pull one bag by one into the black bag. A supervisor is standing by and watching. Urge.

Hayden stopped the car and pulled Song Ya, who opened the door and was about to get out.

"Look."

Following the direction of his fingers, Song Ya saw Lori's Chevrolet convertible.

Little Lori jumped out of the car with the'silencer' and walked towards Tony, while AK approached the supervisor, handed a cigarette, and then did not know what was stuffed into the other's pocket, the two were happy Xing hugged her arms to one side and joked.

"Hey! Your work is too slow, Tony! Be diligent!" Xia Lowry shouted with a smile.

"FXXXYOU!" Tony scolded back, but the smile on his face showed that he was happy from the heart. He fisted with the three of them, "Thank you for coming to see me."

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

"Yeah!" Tony dodged in a boxing posture, then punched back.

The'Muffler' also joined the'Team' afterwards, and the three of them smirked and made noises accompanied by the golden sunset and the flying plastic bags.

"Oh my God……"

Song Ya watched this scene, closed the car door again, and muttered, "Do they think they are still three-year-olds? What is in their minds..."

"They and you are not the same type of APLUS, you can't understand them, maybe they can't understand you either." Hayden said.

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