Two days later, Song Ya felt that according to his current ability, the preparations that could be done were almost done, so he took advantage of the fact that the whole family was at dinner and decisively implemented the plan: "I need money." "He gets straight to the point.

"How much?" Aunt Susie handed little Freddie in her arms to Connie and took out her change wallet.

"About seventy to a hundred dollars." Song Ya replied.

The sound of the clattering of utensils and the sound of chewing food disappeared in an instant, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"I'll pay it back, with interest." He added.

"Damn it!"

After a few seconds, Aunt Susie reacted and was furious, "Whose belly did you make!?" ”

"Where do you think of it?" Song Ya was speechless.

"He? Impossible. Connie likes to with her mother, but she sees things from a different angle, "The girls at school don't look at him squarely." ”

Belch...... Forget it, Song Ya didn't want to explain her 'little transparent' strategy to her, she just felt a little heartbroken.

"Why? Isn't Ali good-looking? Aunt Susie's attention was distracted again, "Yesterday I met a school teacher on the road, she liked Yali very much, and said that Yali's academic performance improved very quickly......"

"You're not trying to make trouble, are you?!"

Tony, who had been silent, remembered something and interjected: "You've been asking about little Lowry, Al, AK, and the record ......company for the past two days," he stared at Song Ya's eyes, "I warn you, don't use your brains!" ”

"Am I that kind of person?"

Song Ya didn't plan to have a showdown with Tony now, "I'll have a good talk with you tomorrow night." ”

"It's time for the two of us to have a good talk, you've been very wrong lately, very wrong......"

Tony and the former Alexander Song slept in the same room since childhood, and knew him best, and naturally felt the deepest about Song Ya's changes in behavior, personality and way of thinking after crossing over, and he has been talking about something wrong in recent days, as for why something is wrong, he can't explain it, and people are a little stunned.

"Kid, what are you going to do with the money?" Aunt Susie asked with concern.

Song Ya said the reason for the consideration, "Uh...... I need some legal help, you know, lawyers are expensive......"

"Are you really making someone's belly bigger?"

Unexpectedly, his words caused some 'ambiguity', and now even Connie is a little unsure, "You don't plan to marry your son, do you!?" Don't believe those nonsense from Bichi, you know, they may just want to find someone to take over, the child didn't get it with you at all, or she doesn't know whose it is among the several people......"

Song Ya's head was full of black lines.

"Oh my God, shut up!"

Aunt Susie stood up, "Isn't it ashamed to know so much at the age of seventeen?" I'm ashamed of you! She turned and went upstairs, and then there was a sound of the door locking, and she must have gone to the place where the money was hidden.

"I didn't give her pocket money a few times when I asked her, let alone such a large amount." Tony grumbled.

"Yali is studying well." Connie deliberately stimulated him, "Have you ever been the first in your grade?" Have you ever had an A+? ”

"Wow, is Brother Ali really so powerful?" Elementary school student Emily's three views are quite normal.

"Hmph, don't forget, I'm the one who brings income to my family now!" Tony pouted sourly, "Emily......" he pinched his throat, "Do you like that tutu?" ”

"I like it." On that day, Emily got her wish at the second-hand store and brought back the tutu dress.

"And who helped you earn the money to buy the tutu dress?" Tony asked again.

Emily thought for a moment, "You. She added, "But I'm also tired from jumping." ”

Connie laughed.

"Give." As she spoke, Aunt Susie came down from upstairs and threw the money rolled up with a rubber band in front of Song Ya.

"Thank you."

Song Yapo took a look at the money that was very firmly rolled: "It shouldn't be long before I can pay it back, including interest." ”

"You should say thank you so much."

Aunt Susie tilted her cheek sideways, "You haven't kissed me in a long time." ”

Well, Song Ya knew that this was a normal way for foreigners to express their feelings, and Aunt Susie was really nice to him, "Thank you, Aunt Susie." He hugged her and pecked her on the left and right cheeks.

The next day, Song Ya got up very early, first took care of herself, her short hair was fresh and neat, a dark mid-neck sweater, light-colored jeans and sneakers that were specially washed and clean, and a checked suit that was found from a second-hand store for 9.9 dollars.

Sorted out a bunch of written musical scores, a notebook, and some useful newspaper clippings into the same second-hand canvas briefcase, except for the change to be used for the ride, all the other banknotes were stuffed into his socks and stepped on the soles of his feet, no way, the probability of being robbed here is too high, especially when he is now dressed a little ostentatious.

No one in the house had gotten up yet, so he took out a cold pie from the cupboard and ate it as he walked out of the house.

Take the bus first, then take the subway twice, then get off the bus and walk for a while to the destination of the trip, Clark Street.

At this point, Connie should help him ask for a leave of absence from school, right?

He is a person who is used to following the rules, so he especially likes the feeling now, since there was that apocalypse, he has the confidence of a traverser, and the rest is left with personal efforts.

Of course, finding the right direction is also very important.

He took out a newspaper clipping from his bag and searched for the address on it.

There are more and more dark-haired and yellow-skinned pedestrians next to it, and yes, this is Chicago's Chinatown.

The black people in the slums of Nancheng have never had a good word for lawyers, and even black lawyers are not very treated, so Song Ya feels that it is better to find a Chinese lawyer for consultation, and by the way, she can also come to Chinatown to visit and review Chinese. Of course, the main reason is that it is the cheapest place to charge, at $35 an hour for a consultation.

But he didn't expect that there were mainly Cantonese people here, and he didn't even use English very well to ask for directions.

"This?"

In front of him was not the glass curtain wall of the financial district that he imagined to rise into the sky, but an ordinary old-fashioned commercial building.

"Forget it, if you come here, you will be safe."

He silently thought about it, and went up to the 4th floor through the antique elevator with a fenced gate, and finally arrived at the destination of the trip, 'GOODMAN Law Firm'.

Take off your shoes, take money out of your socks and stuff it into your pocket, then tidy up your meter and ring the doorbell.

"Who?" One of the men inside asked.

"Alexander Song, I made an appointment by phone yesterday." Song Ya replied.

A sleepy-eyed white man opened the door, "You know my charges." He asked as he let Song Ya in the door.

"This is a law firm?"

Song Ya looked at the small single room in front of him in surprise, a desk, two chairs and a row of filing cabinets, gone.

The white man in his thirties, with a slight bow, sat down behind the desk and pointed to the two IDs hanging on the wall, "That's right, I'm GOODMAN, Goodman, please take a seat, you said you had copyright concerns on the phone yesterday, right?" Let's get started, without wasting your time and mine. ”

Song Ya felt that he was afraid that he would turn around and leave and lose business.

Glancing at the documents on the wall, there seemed to be no problem, so he simply asked directly: "Can you take the liberty of asking, why did you open your law firm here?" ”

"There is business here, and Chinese people don't like to use their own people when they fight divorce and inheritance lawsuits." Goodman replied.

Well, it seems to make some sense, "But I'm a copyright issue......" Song Ya asked again.

"I know the copyright, too!" Goodman got a little impatient, took out a small clock and slapped it on the table, "The timer begins." ”