"Fujiby Magazine doesn't have the manpower and authority to carefully investigate every asset owned by the rich, and in order to maintain neutrality and not associate with you excessively, when they don't give accurate data, they are actually suggesting that you hurry up and take the initiative to submit asset documents."

Ms. Sloane's makeup is always so exquisite, and her dress is always so decent, and after spending some time on Capitol Hill, her whole person has changed back to the sharpness she used to be when she was a lobbyist, "Last year's list was released in August, and this year it won't be long after." She said as she got out of the plane.

"No matter what Fuji Bi is, there are a lot of assets that I can find out through public channels."

Song Ya doesn't care about these details, A+CN has Northern Trust and Comcast, Inner City Broadcasting Company has Clear Media among its shareholders, and A+ Apparel and A+ Pedals have Wal-Mart, all of which are listed companies. Netscape, YAHOO, Infoseek, DTS, Palm, etc., which own more than one percent of their shares, are either listed companies or subsidiaries of listed companies.

Revenues from the recording and film industries can be roughly estimated, although not too accurate.

It's not difficult to figure out the real estate comparison, and in short, Fujibi will definitely exceed 500 million this year.

There are about stocks worth more than 300 million dollars under the water, no way, a big bull market, many stocks such as Microsoft and Cisco are rolling up, and they are afraid of scaring people when they are exposed.

There are also potential companies such as A+ Wine, 3DFX, and Amerika Music Website, as well as good seedlings in the new A+ venture capital project, Song Ya estimated it herself, and the bragging estimate of one billion can be exceeded.

Add to that the 50 million ...... deposited in the Madoff Fund

Hey? Wait, a billion net worth can enter the global rich list, do you want to show off your muscles? The richest African-American, the first African-American to exceed one billion, maybe the youngest self-made billionaire?

“APLUS？” Ms. Sloan looked at him in a daze.

"Oh, where did you just go?"

Forget it, Fujibi is a net asset worth, and I cried a little hard some time ago, which will bring unnecessary trouble to Chicago and Illinois politicians who approved the aid to A+CN, Song Ya shook his head, "What did you say to me before you went to Capitol Hill, Sloan, you said that you would delay the appointment of a special prosecutor by the Senate Foreign Relations Committee as much as possible, and even if the delay fails, you will try to make a public relations candidate who is likely to be more friendly to me......"

"This kind of thing was decided by a few senators behind closed doors, and I tried my best, but there really wasn't much room for movement, and if there was any surprise, it was that I guess the vice chairman of the Donkey Party's Foreign Affairs Committee did not put up much effective resistance to Jesse Holmes at the meeting."

Sloan replied, "I'M SORRY, APLUS, BUT THIS CONSERVATIVE CANDIDATE IS ACTUALLY NOT BAD, HE IS VERY OLD BUT HAS A SHORT EXPERIENCE IN THE DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE, AND HE HAS NO ENERGY OR EXPERIENCE TO DO PERSONAL ENTANGLEMENTS WITH US." Moreover, the first budget of the entire special investigation team was only more than 300,000 dollars, which made it impossible for them to do nothing more than sort out the existing evidence and witness testimony, and arrange two agents from the Ministry of Justice to question them one by one, and it was simply impossible to conduct a comprehensive and thorough re-investigation of the case of that year, because there was not enough money! ”

Song Ya retorted, "You also said that it was the first one, and my lawyers told me that the budget may be added, as long as the special investigation team makes some progress, just apply for a report." Do you know? Sloan, sometimes I feel like Jesse Helms wasn't going to let me go from the beginning, would his kind of Ku Klux Klan be someone who would love to see the young black plutocrats grow up quickly? When he is busy with the election and frees his hands......"

"There is no point in making any unnecessary speculations now, APLUS, Jesse Helms is busy with the election next year, and there will be no election pressure after the successful re-election of the general commander next year, will they maintain a tacit understanding and continue to cooperate?"

Sloan said a little emotionally, took out the medicine bottle from his bag, unscrewed it, poured out the pill in the palm of his hand, and swallowed it with a tilt of his neck, "We can only decide on countermeasures based on the analysis of the established facts." ”

"I'm sorry, Sloane, I know you're having a hard time on Capitol Hill."

Song Ya saw her like this, and she was embarrassed to accuse anything, "I'll let Mawota send you back to rest." ”

"You're not going back?" Sloan asked.

"I still have to wait for a friend I haven't seen in a long time, and his flight is almost here."

"Okay, but don't forget that you haven't paid off your debt yet."

Sloan slammed the door open and went to leave in the back car of Mawota.

"Honey, I miss you so much."

After waiting for another half an hour, Cassity, who was wearing sunglasses, looked left and right and cautiously walked into the parking lot, and immediately showed a heartfelt smile to this side after Old Mike honked the horn, trotted over, and threw herself into Song Ya's arms as soon as she got into the car.

"Me too, it looks like you're having a good time in Alaska."

Song Ya brushed aside the blonde hair on the girl's forehead and looked at it carefully, as if she was more mature and confident, the original good girl had washed away the anger of engaging in street politics after returning to college life, and she had more professional femininity than when she went to Alaska last time.

"Daddy's going to be out of prison."

She was indeed very happy, and this trip was also to participate in Vic's trial, which should also be the last time in that case, "everything is finally over......

"Yes......" The two kissed each other tacitly.

Old Mike in the driver's seat looked back, took a newspaper from the glove box and pushed the door out.

When he went back, the two were already hugging and chatting in the back seat, and Song Ya took out a newspaper out of nowhere, "By the way, I have a photo of you appearing here, the local newspaper in Alaska is really hard to find, you are very photogenic." ”

"I'll see."

Cassidy took the newspaper, a half-length photo of herself, and spoke into the microphone, "Oh, I've been working as a spokesperson for a mayoral candidate over there over summer." ”

"Elephant Party, right? I read in the newspapers that she was conservative enough. Song Ya said with a smile.

"Well, Sara Perrin, I like her a lot." Cassidy nodded.

"Hey, little Klux Klan ......" Song Ya tickled her.

"Hahaha...... Dislike...... Don't move your hands! Nger！ The two giggled and fought again.

Old Mike rolled his eyes and had no choice but to get out of the car again.

Cassidy can't go back to Highland Park with him, it's not good to be seen together in Chicago, and she's going to come back to be reunited with her mom and younger siblings, who have divorced Vic.

The next day, the family went to the courthouse.

In the auditorium, I finally saw my father, Vic McGee, the bald man had hardly changed except for a little more scum, his strong body was propped up with the suit specially prepared for the court, and when he appeared through the side door, when he saw his family and children for the first time, the tough man's tears rolled in his eyes.

Cassidi covered her mouth as well, leaning against her mother's shoulder, choking uncontrollably.

Vic held back his tears, grinned at them, and gave a thumbs-up to his cangled hands.

The prison guard escorted him to the dock and untied the handcuffs, "It's okay, I've got it done." Tashone, a neurotic redhead lawyer, comforted him.

"Thank you." He thanked him sincerely.

The trial went well, and the prosecution prosecutor knew that the murder of the FBI inspector had not been able to convince the jury in the previous trial, and after making a last effort to resolve Tashauni's vitriol, he applied for a brief adjournment, went out with Tashauni for a while, and then returned to report to the judge that a plea agreement had been reached.

The murder charges were dropped, and other crimes, including the abuse of violence and embezzlement of stolen money and goods in the early years of law enforcement, were convicted, and the sentence handed down by the judge was exactly what Peter Flock had said to Song Ya in private, which just offset the length of time Vic had been in prison, so ......

"I'm announcing that Vic Mackie is released in court, and you can go home." The judge knocked down the hammer.

Cassidy and her family jumped up and cheered with joy, and Vic McGee and Tashone couldn't hold back any longer after hugging, wiping away the tears with their hands, and hugging and celebrating with their ex-wife, children, and colleagues.

"Go home, we've got a party for you." Cassidy said to him.

"Your daughter has done a lot for you." The head of the union laughed.

"Hmm."

Vic hugged his eldest daughter and was full of emotion.

When the group returned to their long-lost home, Vic had a good time drinking and eating, and after bragging with his former colleagues, he found an opportunity to go into the bedroom and say to his wife, who was hiding alone, "Hey, dear." Perhaps, we can start again......"

"Let's not talk about this today, okay?"

Wife, no, the ex-wife has calmed down from the previous happiness for him, "I heard from my lawyer that you may have been treated unfairly, so coincidentally, the court has written off your long prison life with a few charges?" They are afraid, afraid that you will countersue them and apply for government compensation, and they will pay you a large sum of money! And you were lynched by the FBI before, is that all? Some people also say that it is because you have just been promoted, and someone in the bureau is jealous, and it is a deliberate frame-up! ”

"What are you talking about......"

Vic looked at her in surprise, "How are you, how...... Who taught you this? Divorce lawyer? ”

"No, both of our children have autism, that's not normal, right? Is it a problem with the cleaners in the home, those chemical products...... There is a problem, that is, the brand that I have been using at home before, it must be yes, it is harmful, it can induce autism, there is scientific evidence. ”

My ex-wife babbled: "There are already a lot of people who have the same experience as us who have come together, and there are lawyers leading us...... Lead me and the children to a collective lawsuit, and that detergent company will take care of them for the rest of their lives, or even more! We must lose enough money to our children, or we must not give up! ”

Vic, who had just been released from prison, held his forehead and sighed, "So you are launching a collective complaint against the multinational daily chemical giants?" ”

"It's not you, it's us, and now that you're out of prison, we're going to take turns taking the blame."

The ex-wife said with tears in her eyes: "Vic, what's wrong with you?" After suffering such a big grievance, he still looks like he accepts his fate...... Our children, who are going to be suffering from autism all their lives, you have to pull yourself together right away, they need you. ”

"Is there any evidence?" Vic asked.

"Give ......" ex-wife takes out a folder from a drawer.

"It's not even a paper!"

Vic couldn't read the complicated chemical names on it, but years of experience as a police officer told him that the chain of evidence was definitely insufficient with these messy so-called expert opinions.

"Don't yell at me on the first day you come out, I'm fed up with your stinky temper! I've been raising two autistic children alone all these years, and I can't get any understanding and sympathy from you after working so hard?! "The ex-wife suddenly broke out.

"Hey, can you be quiet?"

Vic was afraid of being heard by his children and old colleagues outside, "Let's talk about it later, and then I'll talk about it when I get my job back and settle down, okay?" OK？ ”

After sending off their colleagues tiredly, Vic and Cassidy sat on the steps in front of the door and looked at the stars, and the father and daughter chatted about the past during this time......

Vic kissed his little daughter and son, who were already asleep, affectionately, and then went back to his bedroom, sunk into the soft bed, put his hands on the back of his head, thought about various things, and quickly fell asleep.

The next day, his ex-wife remained patient, and the family happily gathered at a table for breakfast, and he drove to report to the new unit instructed by the head of the union.

It is a small police station in a small town south of Chicago.

"Vic, I can only arrange you here for the time being......"

There was no welcome party, no smiling faces from new colleagues, and everyone seemed to have heard of themselves, but they all chose to nod politely and go about their business.

In the afternoon, the sheriff took him to a cramped workstation in a small room, "Somebody will tell you what the job is, basically, it's very simple paperwork, you do it, right?" ”

"Of course, hehe......" Vic squeezed out his trademark grin, "so I'm a civilian now, right?" ”

"For the time being, it won't be long, it's just for you to get familiar with the environment first when you come back." The sheriff patted him on the back and comforted, "Good job." ”

"I will, thank you." He saluted and watched the sheriff return to his office.

Sitting like a bear in front of a dark computer screen for a while, rattling the old folding chair and "Hey! Does anyone tell me what to do? Finally couldn't help it, and opened his arms and shouted.

It seems that no one is responsible for teaching himself, "hehe......" He smiled a little awkwardly and took the belt buckle, and then continued to sit, there were no acquaintances here, and no one took the initiative to show friendship, of course, there was no stormtroopers, only the clerk aunt in the same room, and a few uniformed policemen occasionally passed back and forth in the corridor outside, and soon he remembered his face.

Finally stayed up until the end of work, the clerk's aunt said hello on time and left, he also took his things and followed behind, passing by the door of the sheriff's office, the door was open, and the other party also saw him, smiled and raised his hand to say hello.

"Hey......

He gave a thumbs up to the inside, but the other party had already lowered his head and continued to concentrate on the phone, he returned to the car, looked lonely, and drove home silently.

"Cassidy, you're back?"

When Cassetti returned to Alaska after a few days of reunion in Chicago, the campaign manager saw her and immediately beckoned, "Great, help me sort through the backlog of paperwork, and then go and help call the voters, thank you." ”

"Okay." Cassidy smiled and took the thick paper, "I'm sorry, I ......"

"It's okay, it's normal to take a few days off." The campaign manager waved his hand generously, "This is not an official job. ”

"When is the next press conference?" Cassidy asked, "What should I prepare in advance?" ”

"Oh, I gave this job to someone else during your vacation, and now I'm going to change it back...... It's not good, anyway, you get done with what you're doing first. The campaign manager replied.

"Oh, okay." Cassidy smiled cheerfully and grabbed her papers and went to work.

"That girl is back, why don't you continue to use her? She is very quick to react and think, and the typhoon is much more stable than that substitute. The campaign manager pushed open the door to the candidate's office and asked Sara Perrin.

"Do you really want me to be in the same frame as often as a beautiful blonde girl who is so likable?" Saraperin rolled her eyes and asked in displeasure.

"Oh, I see, I'm sorry."