After inviting his aunt Theresa to a simple lunch in the restaurant downstairs, Xiao Yang received a call from Lin Yuanhang, saying that Ryan Collins, a reporter for USA Today, wanted to make an appointment with him for an interview in the afternoon and asked him if he had time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course Xiao Yang has time, but he has to squeeze it out if he doesn't have time, what are you kidding, it's $220,000!

Anyway, he was still muttering not long ago, "USA Today" filmed his special interview but didn't contact him for a long time, could the other party be distressed by the money and wanted to break the contract? It turned out that the newspaper had deliberately waited until the NBC interview aired the night before, in order to take advantage of his renewed fame to launch news about the Jackson child molestation case in order to achieve the most sensational effect.

Although I don't know what the ratings of last night's interview were, but from the corners of Brockau and Schneider's mouths that were about to grin to the root of their ears, they could guess that it must be a very satisfactory number, Xiao Yang couldn't help but secretly praise "USA Today" for its wishful thinking, which was really crackling, ignoring his uncle's chatter and persuading him to hurry up and find an economic man's complaints, and personally called Ryan Collins, and negotiated the specific time and place of the interview.

After consulting with him, Ryan Collins set a time of 3 p.m. for the interview at an upscale café on Figueroa Avenue in downtown Los Angeles.

After asking the other party if he had any special requirements in terms of dress, Xiao Yang planned to take a stroll around the nearby commercial street and buy himself a few outfits - he was still wearing a sweatshirt from his morning run, and he sweated a lot after watching the room all morning, and he didn't want to wear the "kidnapper suit" to attract attention again - after browsing around, he chose J-Crew, a local mid-to-high-end brand with young people as the main customer group.

As a young brand that has only been established for more than ten years, J-Crew advocates simple and elegant, restrained and subtle design style, pursues the perfect combination of quality and taste details, pays great attention to materials and tailoring, and the price is only one-tenth of that of European luxury brands, so it is highly sought after by young Americans.

After wandering around the J-Crew store near the Pasadena Theater, Xiao Yang chose two sets of typical American-style casual wear, with a top, trouser belt, and shoes and socks for less than 300 yuan.

After taking a shower back in the apartment, changing into a light blue long-sleeved T-shirt, slacks and canvas shoes, Xiao Yang drove at least 40 minutes in advance to avoid being late, although the transportation network in Los Angeles is extremely developed, but after entering the mid-90s, the increasing per capita car ownership rate also determines that traffic jams have become commonplace, not to mention that the place he wants to go is located in the most prosperous commercial center of Los Angeles.

Xiao Yang was lucky enough to get from Pasadena to Los Angeles without getting stuck in traffic, but as he pulled off Highway 110 and turned down West Olympic Avenue onto Figueroa Avenue, a flashing LAPD police car caught up from behind and honked its siren.

"Isn't it, again?" Stopped three times in two consecutive days, Xiao Yang's cultivation is inevitably angry, glimpsed that the café that he had made an appointment with the reporter was 150 yards away, he slowed down, turned into the slow lane with the right turn signal, but refused to stop immediately, but slid forward for a distance and stopped at the door of the café.

Wringing the key and turning off the fire, Xiao Yang took out his temporary driver's license, watched the two white patrol officers get out of the car from the rearview mirror, hung the T-shaped baton into the damping sleeve on his belt, and walked side by side to him At the same time, the middle-aged patrol officer who got down from the driver's seat reached out to untie the holster, and put his right hand on the handle of the gun, and his partner stopped a few yards away from the right rear, also holding the handle of the gun with his hand, observing the situation and ready to support at any time.

Walking to the front of the car, the middle-aged patrol officer reached out and knocked on the window, "Sir, please show your driver's license and vehicle registration information." ”

Xiao Yang glanced at the police badge number on his left chest and the name of the police officer in the parallel position on the right side, lowered the window and handed out the driver's license, "I'm sorry, did I make a mistake, officer?" ”

The middle-aged patrol officer took the driver's license with one hand, compared it with himself while still holding the handle of the gun with his right hand, and replied casually: "When you turned the corner at the last intersection, you didn't seem to have a signal light." ”

Xiao Yang sneered secretly, "In fact, I definitely have a signal light, I remember this very clearly!" ”

The other party didn't dwell on the question - or excused, he didn't even pay attention to the name on the driver's license, and after checking that the photo was correct and himself, he leaned over and glanced inside the car a few times, "Is this your car, sir?" ”

"Of course." Xiao Yang stretched out his hand and pointed to the side, "My vehicle registration certificate is in the glove box, if you allow it......"

The middle-aged patrolman's expression suddenly became nervous, and he stiffened the handle of the gun at his waist and commanded sharply: "Put your hands on the steering wheel, sir!" ”

"Alright, well, you have the final say!" Xiao Yang knew that he was worried that he would suddenly take out a gun from the glove box, shook his head helplessly, obediently put his hands back on the steering wheel, and complained loudly: "If you don't take the registration documents out, how can you let me prove that this car is mine?" Listen to the officer, I know what kind of routine this is, a person of color driving a luxury car around a high-end business district and wearing clothes that don't exceed $300, that's why you stopped me, not because of some damn traffic light, am I right? ”

The other party didn't pay attention to his complaint at all, but directly reached out and opened the car door, "Please unbuckle your seatbelt, sir, since you can't provide a valid vehicle registration certificate and you are showing strong aggression, I must handcuff you!" ”

"What? What the are you kidding me? Xiao Yang screamed in disbelief, and before his words landed, he was dragged out of the car by the tall patrol officer who twisted his left arm, and then felt his wrist cold, and the familiar feeling when he was arrested in the early morning of the day before yesterday returned to him again, but this is not the end, with a muffled sound, his upper body was roughly pressed to the front chassis cover, and the arms cut behind his back were also pressed by the middle-aged patrol officer with his arms, and he couldn't struggle at all.

"...... What the heck? Seeing this unexpected scene through the shop window facing the street, Ryan Collins, who also rushed to the agreed place in advance, exclaimed in surprise: "What did I see, Sunny-Hsiao was handcuffed by the patrol officer, did he get into any trouble again?" ”