Chicago 1990

At San Francisco Airport, Song Asheng has been standing at the immigration counter for five minutes, and the people behind the row complained repeatedly.

"I am a U.S. citizen."

He had gained a lot of weight in China. With his old face glowing red, he raised his head and glanced at the sign, and once again confirmed that he did not miss the customs passage, he emphasized to the customs officers.

The white aunt who slowly tapped the keyboard raised her eyelids, "Please wait a moment."

At this time, two airport police officers and two TSA (Federal Transportation Security Administration) staff came across the passage, and the white aunt completed the formalities in due course and returned the documents.

"Mr. Song, we found suspicious items in your checked luggage. We need your cooperation in the inquiry and inspection of your belongings, please."

The TSA people greeted Song Asheng who had just crossed the border. It was considered polite. The airport police officers turned behind him. This formation attracted the attention of other passengers, and they craned their necks to look around.

"I didn't bring any prohibited items..."

Song Asheng murmured dissatisfiedly. As a senior accountant, he knew that there should be no resistance now. He turned his head and gestured to a senior of A+ apparel. He obediently carried his briefcase and walked into the "little black room" commonly known as the border inspection with TSA.

"Song Asheng said that there were two unidentified suit agents listening in the small black room. He guessed it might be from the FBI or the IRS (US Internal Revenue Service). He refused to answer the other party's question after being rejected by the other party. He was only subject to inspection and questioning by TSA. Three hours later, Goodman, who was to pick up the plane, ruled out the deliberate misleading of the airport police officer, found the small dark room and led him out."

In New York, in the corridor of the private hospital where his ex-wife was staying, Song Ya's face was heavy and listened to Hamlin's whispered report, "What did those people ask him?"

"Who works for, the nature of the work, whereabouts in China, etc., Song Asheng is very old-fashioned. In the end, TSA had to choose a few Chinese specialty products among the checked luggage to explain the reason for the questioning."

Hamlin said: "Now the two have successfully boarded the plane back to Chicago, but this is still a red flag."

"I warned last time that Song Asheng had better come back after the election." Ms. Sloan complained.

"The three-month extension applied for is approaching the time limit again. I can't complete my personal tax return without Lao Song... and he can't stay in China all the time. There are rumors in Chicago Chinatown that many returning overseas Chinese have had an affair and will never come back. His wife was going to tear down the house, and went to Highland Park to make trouble with me once."

Song Ya reluctantly explained, "Are there any new trends in the Baren case recently?"

"No, Jesse Holmes's opponent for the Senate in North Carolina, Gantt of the Donkey Party recently asked Kennedy Jr. to endorse the campaign rally platform. This shows that he has the support of the Kennedy family that voters love. West Holmes can only frequently return to North Carolina to deal with the new situation recently, and the election is a bit complicated."

Ms. Sloan said: "He should ignore the Barn case now. Of course, politics is all possible."

"The relationship between the current chief and the Kennedy family is subtle, right?" Hamlin asked.

"Yes, anyway, he gave up Gantt's support for his party in order to win over Jesse Helms. It's no wonder Gantt went to find another foreign aid." Ms. Sloan nodded.

"Did we donate to Gantt?" Song Ya asked.

"No, in order to avoid irritating Jesse Helms... and the relationship between the Kennedy family and the Manhattan Gang is equally delicate, the political star of the Manhattan Gang, Senator David Patterson of the New York State Assembly, aimed at the two thousand years of New York State Senator’s Missing, and Kennedy's first goal in politics is probably that position."

Ms. Sloan replied: "I said that choosing a friend is equivalent to choosing an enemy. It is better not to interact with Gantt. The conservative state of North Carolina belongs to the elephant party. He defeated Jesse Helms. Hope not much."

"Beware of accidents..."

Song Ya was disturbed by the nurse who opened the door of the delivery room, and at the same time he approached her ex-wife, parents and brother on the other side of the corridor and asked, "How is she?"

"Sorry, only the doctor can answer your questions." The nurse bowed his head and hurriedly left.

"When will the doctor come out, Hey!?" Song Ya complained to the nurse with open arms.

"Don't pretend to care about Mimi so much, go busy with your business!" The father of the ex-wife who had barely communicated before suddenly went crazy.

"I care more than you." Song Ya gave him a sideways glance.

"Don't you blush to say this? Little bastard!"

"Hehe, think about what you did."

"Okay, okay, stop arguing here." Her mother was more reasonable and pushed her ex-husband back to stop the two generations of scumbags from continuing to argue.

Her brother Morgan was behind his mother.

"Always people coming and going..."

The two groups returned to their original positions and continued to follow the corner of the corridor. Her father’s complaints still spread to her ears. Song Ya did not respond. He had been with his ex-wife in the hospital for two days, and there were indeed people coming to talk about important things. .

"APLUS." Donovan reappeared, and he had to follow him. Cell phones were not allowed in the hospital, the fixed line at the nurses' station was already connected, and the microphone was put aside by Donovan.

"Hayden? South Africa... I have no time to rush over. Explain Mimi for me to Mr. Mandela. He will understand, right? I will say sorry to the local commercial performer on my behalf and stay there. Help stare at the refund and compensation, and Charis..."

"Well, I've already called and talked about it personally over Charis, there's no way..."

"Uh, now? Okay."

Song Ya waited for a while, when Sandy Glen also came over and patted her shoulder anxiously, "The doctor said that mother and child are safe."

Great, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't hang up the phone right away, "Hello, Mr. Mandela... I'm sorry I changed the schedule temporarily. Yes, Mimi is in the delivery room. Just... Thank you, thank you. Care, I will tell her your blessings...I have to pass, ok, goodbye."

Anxiously and briefly chatted with the old man, regardless of Sandy Glen and Donovan, trotting to the door of the delivery room, the ex-wife's family seemed to have entered, so he hurriedly pushed in.

"Mimi..."

The bed was tightly surrounded, and he slammed away from the thin bamboo pole brother who was caring. He saw the ex-wife's long hair sticking to his forehead as if he was fished out of the water, and his face was very haggard, and he stretched out his hand distressedly. She stroked the silk, "It's fine if it's fine, it's fine."

"Humph."

With ice in her mouth, she rolled her eyes and turned to the little Baby who was crying in the nurse's arms.

"Is this... our child?" Song Ya couldn't help but choke a little when he saw the little head exposed from the cotton towel.

"Yeah." She agreed in a low voice, and her hand quietly stretched out, and the two of them held it tightly.

"So cute……"

Her mother carefully took it from the nurse, shook it with experience for a while, and then handed it to her father, brother...

"I, it's my turn..."

Song Ya waited patiently for a long time before his birth son had his turn. "Oh oh oh..." Looking carefully, the little guy wrinkled his skin, his eyes slightly opened, and his little hands were twisting unconsciously. Both skin color and hair are darker than Little Robb, and his appearance is closer to that of the yellow race. The more you look, the more you like it.

"Is this the heir to my empire?"

He kissed his son happily and raised his son high, "Song... Song..."

"Ah, we've already thought about a name." The ex-wife deprived her of the right to name herself. "If it's a boy, it's called Rega, Rhaegar."

"Okay, okay, Rega, it's a good name..."

At the same time, in South Africa, Charis was biting on the towel and working silently. Finally, she let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed.

"Ok?"

She heard a slight question from the doctor, and then, the child's cries rang out, and her tears shed immediately.

"Come on." The doctor gave the child to the nurse after finishing the follow-up work, and went out to inform his family.

"Can I hold it? Is it a boy or a girl?" she asked the nurses who had bandaged the baby.

"It's a boy."

The nurses who have just continued to encourage themselves are almost gone, and the one who was left behind, the nurse who was very affectionate before suddenly became a little bad, and directly handed the baby to her hand, "Congratulations, here is his country from now on. ." Then he said a little thoughtlessly.

Charis looks at her son who has suffered from pregnancy in October. She has a black skin. She knows why doctors and nurses have become this attitude. The top private hospitals in South Africa are naturally all white medical care, and this is a new race. A country not long in isolation.

"Charis." Mom, the fat attendant, and Pai Kingsley walked in to dispel the desertedness.

"Mom..." She broke down and cried, and handed her son to her mother.

The mother didn't like this son either, so she glanced at it and handed it to the fat attendant, "Where is Hayden?" The scumbag didn't come, and even his agent was gone.

"Hayden is coming from the presidential residence."

Pakinsley replied, she was very happy, and babbled enthusiastically after taking the child.

"Miss Theron, both you and your child are assessed as healthy and can be discharged soon. Congratulations." The doctor walked in again and said.

"Should we stay a few more days?" Pakinsley asked.

"Uh, sorry, our bed resources are very tight." The doctor replied coldly.

"You are a private hospital, as long as you can afford to pay..." Pakinsley smiled disapprovingly before he noticed it.

"Sorry, this is our rule." The doctor didn't mean to be sorry at all.

"Let's go." The mother stopped Kingsley from entanglement any more, and asked the fat attendant to take out the prepared baby basket and silently help her daughter to pack her personal belongings.

"Hey, are you discriminating? Isn't it discrimination?" Pakinsley finally reacted and asked the doctor.

"Yes."

The doctor even admitted, "Anyway, I am about to lose my job, and then immigrate to Australia. According to the new law that balances work opportunities among ethnic groups, Dr. Nger with a large number of pheasant degrees will soon be arranged here, and it will no longer be a top hospital."

"you……"

"Forget it, Ms. Kingsley." Charisy prevented the agent from engaging in unnecessary arguments, wiped away tears, and smiled firmly at the doctor. "We will leave soon."

"Yeah." The doctor nodded and turned to leave.

"By the way, have you figured out a name for the child?" Pekingsley asked.

Charis looked at her mother pitifully, but didn't get a response. She remembered the'Jon' in the nameplate prefix on the doctor's chest just now, "Well, Jon, Jon." She replied.