Chicago 1990

As a traverser, these iron laws of keeping secrets and acting after making decisions must be obeyed. Two days later, Song Ya felt that according to his current ability, the preparation work he could do was almost done, so the whole family took advantage of the dinner. Now, decisively implement the plan: "I need money." He is straight to the point.

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

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

　　 The sound of tableware colliding, the sound of chewing food disappeared instantly, and everyone's eyes focused on him.

　　 "I will pay it back, with interest." He added.

　　 "Damn it!"

　　 A few seconds later, Aunt Susie reacted, furious, "Whose belly have you made?"

　　 "Where did you think of it!" Song Ya was speechless.

　　 "He? Impossible." Connie likes to screw it with her mother, but she looks at the problem from a different angle, "The girls in school don't look at him directly."

　　 Uh... Forget it, Song Ya didn't want to explain her ‘little transparency’ strategy to her, but felt a little bit heartbroken.

"Why? Yali looks good?" Aunt Susie's attention was deflected again. "Yesterday I met a school teacher on the road. She liked Yali very much and said that Yali's academic performance has improved rapidly... "

　　 "Aren't you trying to make trouble?!"

Tony, who had remained silent, remembered something and interjected: "You have been inquiring about Little Lori, about Al, about AK, about the record company for the past two days..." He stared at Song Ya's eyes, "I warn. You, don't mess with your brain!"

　　 "Am I that kind of person?"

　　 Song Ya does not plan to showdown to Tony now, "I will have a good talk with you tomorrow night."

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

Tony and the former Alexander Song slept in the same room since they were young. They know him best. Naturally, they have the deepest feelings about Song Ya’s changes in behavior, personality and way of thinking after crossing. They have been talking about something wrong in recent days. As for why something is wrong, He couldn't explain it again, people were a little bit dazed.

　　 "Boy, what are you going to do with money?" Aunt Susie asked concerned.

　　 Song Ya gave a good reason, "Uh...I need some legal help, you know, lawyers are expensive..."

　　 "Have you really made someone's belly bigger?"

Unexpectedly, his remarks caused some'ambiguity', and now even Connie is a little uncertain, "Aren’t you planning to get married!? Don’t believe those Bitch’s nonsense, you know, they might I just want to find someone to take the order, the child didn't get it out with you at all, or she doesn't know who is it among several people..."

　　 Song Ya is full of black lines on his forehead.

　　 "My God, shut up!"

　　 Aunt Susie stood up, "Is it embarrassing to know so much at the age of seventeen? I am ashamed of you by M-FXXX!" She turned upstairs, and then the sound of locking the door sounded, which should have been taken from the hiding place.

　　 "I haven't given her pocket money several times, let alone such a large amount." Tony grumbled.

　　 "Ali is good at studying." Connie deliberately stimulated him, "Have you ever taken first place in the whole year? Did you get an A+?"

　　 "Wow, is Brother Alex really so good?" The three views of elementary school student Emily are still normal.

　　 "Huh, don't forget, I am the one who brings income to the family now!" Tony curled his lips sourly, "Emily..." He pinched his throat, "Do you like that tutu skirt?"

　　 "Like it." That day, Emily brought back the tutu at the second-hand store as she wished.

　　 "Then who helped you earn the money for the tutu?" Tony asked again.

　　 Emily thought for a while, "You." She said again: "But I'm tired too."

　　 Connie laughed.

　　 "Here." While talking, Aunt Susie came down from upstairs and threw the money rolled up with rubber bands in front of Song Ya.

　　 "Thank you."

　　 Song Ya whispered for a while. There was a small amount of money that was completely rolled up: "I should be able to pay it back soon, including interest."

　　 "You should still be so thankful."

　　 Aunt Susie turned her cheek to her side, "You haven't kissed me for a long time."

　　 Okay, Song Ya knows that this is a normal way for foreigners to express their feelings, and Aunt Susie is really good to him, "Thank you, Aunt Susie." Hug her, and pecked her on the left and right cheeks.

The next day, Song Ya got up very early and took care of herself carefully. She cut her short short hair with crisp and neat, dark collar sweater, specially washed light-colored jeans and sneakers. A plaid suit bought from a second-hand store for $9.9. Now the new cheap suits often have thick shoulder pads. Song Ya prefers this old style.

Put a pile of written music scores, a notebook, and some useful newspaper clippings into a second-hand canvas briefcase. Except for the change for the car, all other banknotes were stuffed into his socks and stepped on The soles of the feet, there is no way, the chances of being robbed here are too high, especially when he is dressed a bit arrogant now.

　　 No one at home gets up yet. He takes out a cold pie from the cupboard and walks out of the house while eating.

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

　　 Connie should help him ask for leave from school at this time, right?

　　He is a person who is used to following steps, so he especially likes the feeling now. Since the apocalypse, he has the confidence of a traverser, and the rest is personal hard work.

　　Of course, it is very important to find the right direction.

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

　　 There are more and more pedestrians with black hair and yellow skin. Yes, this is Chicago’s Chinatown.

　　The black people in the slums of South City have never been kind to lawyers, and they don’t even treat black lawyers very much. Song Ya feels that he can just find a Chinese lawyer for consultation. By the way, he can also visit Chinese Street and brush up on Chinese. Of course, the main reason is that the charge here is the cheapest, 35 dollars for an hour of consulting service.

　　 But he didn't expect that the Cantonese-speaking people are the main people here. Asking for directions, even English is not very good. He went around and finally reached the address on the newspaper clippings downstairs. U U Reading www.uukahnshu.com

"This?"

　　 In front of him is not the glass curtain wall of the financial district that he imagined soaring into the clouds, but a plain old commercial building.

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

　　 He meditated silently, went up to the 4th floor through an antique elevator with fence doors, and finally reached the destination of this trip, ‘GOODMAN Law Firm’.

　　 First take off the shoes, take the money out of the socks and stuff it into his pocket, then tidy up the instrument and press the doorbell.

　　 "Who?" a man inside asked.

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

　　 A sleepy white man opened the door, "You know my charge," he asked Song Ya to let in.

　　 "Is this 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 file cabinets were gone.

This 30-year-old, slightly flattened white man sat behind the table and pointed to the two documents hanging on the wall, "Yes, I am GOODMAN, Goodman, please sit down, you were on the phone yesterday. It means that there are copyright concerns, right? Let’s start now, and don’t waste your time."

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

　　 glanced at the documents on the wall, it seemed that there was no problem, and simply asked: "Could you take the liberty to ask, why did you open a law firm here?"

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

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

　　 "I know the copyright too!" Goodman got a little impatient, took out a small fixed clock and patted it on the table, "Time starts."