Time came unknowingly in January of 1995, and Song Ya's new school season had already begun.

"At the end of the month, I will perform at the AMA awards ceremony in Los Angeles. Have you made an appointment with the Chicago Children’s Chorus for a weekend rehearsal? OK... when you are on stage, there must be no trouble. There are too many children. Do it well."

He kept talking to Linda in the back corner during the class. As the Sinaloa case had too much influence, the school allowed him to bring bodyguards into the classroom, so Mavota was sitting at the next table in a youthful costume. Old Mike wandered the corridor outside.

"What will be the result of the new Common album? About half a million?! Why? This result is not as good as his first album. Didn't Sony Columbia Records say that it sold well last month? All music critics praised... …"

"He is autistic? Fxxk, stare at him, don't let him learn from William Adams and they will fail and just let me disappear."

"Mimi hasn't called back yet? Oh, she's probably still mad at me. What else can she do for the wedding... I don't feel sorry for the money, but I really don't want to turn the wedding into the British royal scene. We just A singer from a poor background, Fan, a nobleman who learned from others, couldn’t learn it either. The more money he spends, the more upstarts in the eyes of outsiders... Okay, please help me persuade her."

While complaining, Mavota suddenly greeted: "Miss Cassidy."

"Well, let's call again."

Song Ya hung up the phone and saw Kasidi sitting in his front seat. The girl was wearing a plain coat and glasses. Her long hair with a lot of hair was not well managed, and she was messy and fluffy, "Hey, Cassidy, you also signed up for this course?"

"No." Cassidy shook her head.

"I enrolled half a year earlier than you, but now your progress is far ahead of me, right?" Song Ya reached out and joked with her hair, "Look, good student, this dry and split hair."

"Hate, APLUS."

She pushed away Song Ya's hand that was causing trouble, "I'm here to see you for business. Will you go to the evening banquet of the police and fire brigade? My father will probably give a speech or something."

"Vick? Speech?"

Song Ya felt a little hairy when he thought of Vic. How could the black police who dared to kill the FBI cultivated this good-looking girl in front of him? He can't figure it out now, but he can't show it in front of Cassidy, so he has to continue to play haha, "I really can't imagine what his kind of vulgar speech is like."

"Will you go? My dad asked me to ask you." Cassidy asked again. "He said the new state attorney was also there."

"I can't go, it's not that I don't have time. It's not convenient for me to go too much in person on such occasions, otherwise it would be difficult to refuse invitations from other organizations.

He didn't want to appear in the same frame as Vic, so he made up a reason to decline.

"Didn't you just donate money to the police station and the fire department? Maybe they used your money for the dinner party..."

Cassidy pursed her lips, "I heard that the state attorney will personally thank you at the dinner."

Song Ya smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I know, I have asked my spokesman Hamlin to speak on his behalf."

"All right, don't bother you, bye."

"Bye."

Cassidy left the classroom rather disappointed, went back and greeted the students in the study group, and drove home as soon as school was over in the afternoon.

"Cassidy, you're back late, go get dressed."

Mother snorted to the new evening dress on the sofa, "Today you are going to make me beautiful."

Seeing the beautiful clothes, she was naturally happy too. Picking up the evening clothes, she wanted to look at the price tag from the neckline, but she couldn't find it, "Is it expensive? Is it rented?"

"Hehehehe." Vic, who was trying on the new dress in front of the mirror, grinned. "I bought it. Go and try it."

"I rarely have the opportunity to wear this kind of clothes now. It is better to buy than to rent."

Cassidy is a little distressed about money for her parents. She knows that the treatment fees of her younger siblings have put a lot of financial pressure on the family in the past two years.

"Don't fudge, go change clothes and make-up, hurry! Today is my big day at home."

Mother urged Vic to tidy up his dress, "It seems a bit small..."

"Where are the younger siblings?"

"I have been sent to the nursing worker's house, let her take care of it," the mother replied.

"Oh right, APLUS said he won't go at night." Cassidy said to Vic.

"Fxxk, that Nger always avoids me now." Vic scolded.

"You hate him so much, why do you want me to ask him?" Cassidy asked unhappy.

"Children know what." Vic continued to look in the mirror nonchalantly.

She went back to her room, combed her hair, put on makeup, and stopped in the air when she was about to put on contact lenses. After thinking about it, she chose to wear big ordinary glasses, and then put on evening clothes and the expensive necklaces that APLUS had given before, and The parents left home together and drove to the dinner party.

"Hey, Mr. Deputy Sheriff, how are you doing?"

When he got to the place, he just got out of the car and was about to take his father's arm, and someone beside him smiled with a long tone.

"Uncle Sean." He saw the visitor clearly and greeted with a very ladylike smile.

"Cassidy, you are getting more and more beautiful, why are you still wearing these old-fashioned glasses?" Sean seemed to think of something when she saw her, "Wait, you wait for me..."

He ran back to a beautiful new Dodge sports car, opened the trunk, and picked out a small one from a pile of packed gift boxes. "The gift for you, I brought it back from Hawaii. Such a long paid vacation can Have fun with me, Vic, don’t tell me that you haven’t taken the kids on vacation this time."

"Thank you, Uncle Sean."

After she generously accepted the gift, she realized that her father was staring at Sean viciously, "Uh...I still..." Her hands hung awkwardly in the air.

"You come here!"

Vic ignored the gift, rushed over and grabbed Sean's arm, dragged him to the corner across the street, and asked with a suppressed growl, "Do you know what you are doing!? Huh?"

"Hey, relax Vic, it's okay, I'm very restrained..."

"You **** told me this is restraint?!"

The quarrel between the two became smaller and smaller.

"Leave them alone, let's go in first." Vic has always been strict with his police buddies, neither his mother nor her cares.

"Dad is promoted?" She took the opportunity to ask, "Uncle Sean just called him Deputy Sheriff."

"It will be announced tonight. He told me not to tell you."

My mother happily replied: "Yesterday he took me to the police station to see the small office prepared for him. The nameplates on the door are ready. There should be no more accidents. He has made so much credit on the street. It's his turn."

Since childhood, Cassidy remembers the rumors of promotion made by Guang’s parents not five times or three times. In the end, she will always be turned off by various reasons. This time it finally became, and she was happy for him and opened up with her mother. Happy to find the already arranged dinner seats, which are in the first row~lightnovelpub.net~What's wrong? Vic. "

Mother found that Vic was a little bit wrong when he came back, frowning, and bloodshot eyes.

"Don't ask about work."

Vic was not in the mood to explain more, he picked up a half glass of red wine on the table, and lost his mouthful.

"On behalf of the police and firefighters in Cook County and the City of Chicago, I would like to thank Mr. APLUS for his generous donation. Please..."

Peter Flock pointed to Hamlin and asked this talented lawyer and spokesperson to speak on stage.

The family of three waited nervously until the chief of the Chicago Police Department came to power and read the opening remarks, "On the streets of Chicago, there is a police detective who insists on fighting the front line of 毐pin and organized crime. He has been in the new one for many years... In the next year, he will continue to fight with us as...the deputy police chief..."

The director exaggerated, "Vik, come up and have a few words with everyone."

Vic was already flushed from drinking, and waved his hands to stand up to the applause of his colleagues. He was well-connected and caused a burst of invisible laughter. Then he leaned over and kissed his wife and Cassidy proudly. Cheek, took out the speech script in his pocket, and walked onto the stage to read the formula.

"He is Vic, the leader of the stormtrooper, one of the two black policemen present."

At the round table in the back corner of the dinner, there was a man and a woman with two unfamiliar white faces. The woman whispered to the man, "Wait to find a chance to cover him?"

"No hurry, no hurry, let me observe first."

The man took a sip of wine.

"I'm sorry, are you two?" The local police officer at the same table asked with some confusion: "I have never seen you."

"Oh, introduce yourself, Carl Letterman, FBI." The man smiled and reached out his hand.

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