Chapter 1121 Hurry up and End This Damn Thing

"Carl Icahn's folks say..."

The trial was re-opened in the afternoon. Because Heinrich temporarily changed his mind and withdrew his testimony, the prosecution lawyer applied for an adjournment, but the defense's fantasy lawyers disagreed. The two parties were called into the office by the judge for emergency mediation. The lady came up behind him and whispered the latest progress.

"Yes." Song Ya covered her mouth with her hand and nodded in agreement.

"Are you sure?" Sloan made the final confirmation.

"Whoever admits defeat first will be forgiven, it's fair." Song Ya said.

"So I start negotiating with Carl Icahn's people?"

"quiet!"

Sloan was talking when the bailiff suddenly shouted.

It turns out that the judge has returned, and so have the lawyers for both the prosecution and the defense. Will Gardner gave this side a thumbs-up, and a satisfactory result should have been obtained.

"Well, you can do it."

Song Ya raised his right hand and made Cochran beside him stand up crookedly. He noticed that the former Cook County State Attorney Childs was angry, and the special prosecutor and the two subordinates were expressionless. There seems to be some disagreement among them.

"Because one witness was unable to testify at the scene and withdrew his testimony, the trial process in the afternoon will be adjusted accordingly. Please sit down." The judge motioned everyone to sit down.

After Song Ya sat down and looked back, Sloan had already opened the door of the trial hall and went out.

"Then please ask the defendant, Alexander Song, to enter the witness stand to be questioned by the lawyers of both parties." The judge quickly ordered.

"take it easy."

Cochran whispered something in his ear, and then cooperated with the bailiff to push his wheelchair to the side of the witness stand. The bailiff opened the waist door of the witness stand and was about to help, "No, I will do it myself." Song Ya smiled and pulled the wooden chair by himself. With some difficulty, he moved his body to the chair of the witness stand.

Now to his right is the high judge, a short distance away, behind him on his left are twelve jury members, separated by a wooden fence, and in front of him are the bailiffs guarding the waist gate, and he sees Cochran pushing the empty wheelchair back The faces of the defendant's seat, the fantasy lawyer team over there, and the prosecution prosecutors across the aisle are all clearly visible.

The auditorium was still full, and everyone's eyes were on him. The scene was very quiet, with occasional throat-clearing coughs.

There were also some subtle rustling sounds. Some people looked up at themselves from time to time, and then wrote and drew on the paper. Since live broadcast of the court trial was not allowed, the kind of on-site sketches that would be published by the media in the future should be made by these people.

He wasn't very nervous, and he still had time to think about Carl Icahn's first compromise. In fact, Heinrich's game was specially set up for Carl Icahn. The old fox ran away before he shot the goal? He was a bit sorry, but it was good to think about it. Carl Icahn compromised first, and the American music website case would be resolved much better than the compromise between DeLay and Hamlin.

"Is it okay to sit like this?" The judge looked over with concern and asked.

"No, that's fine, thank you, Your Honor."

There is nothing wrong with it except that the chair is a little hard. Song Ya smiled sincerely at him, then nodded to the jury members with a smile, and then raised her hand to Aunt Susie, Tony, Connie, Emily and the others who were holding the little one. Rhaegar's Mariah Carey said hello.

"Alexander Song, please read your oath."

The judge's assistant came over to help take the oath, "Hands on..."

"Oh." Song Ya pressed his hand on the cover of the Bible, raised his other hand, palm outward, and read after the other party: "I, Alexander Song, swear to the Almighty God, all my testimony about this case True, complete, absolute truth..."

"The defense lawyers will conduct the questioning first," the judge said.

It was still Will Gardner, approaching him slowly, "APLUS, you just graduated from high school in 1992, right?" His first few questions were all about some basic information about the occurrence of the Barn case, in order to clear himself up. Tension.

"Yes." Song Ya only had to give an affirmative answer.

"Okay, on arrival at the Phosphor plant in Bath,

Mr. General Manager testified that you ordered him to provide technical information to Huaguo Enterprise, what was your itinerary like? asked Will Gardner.

"Mariah Carey and I...my ex-wife are doing commercial performances in Los Angeles." Song Ya replied.

"What about before the show?"

It's all a set dialogue, "Shooting the MV of whereisthelove with director Larry Jordan, Fergie and others, in Beverly Hills, in my rented house."

"Fergie was your girlfriend at the time, right? Your relationship with Mariah Carey was just..." Will asked again.

"Yes, I was very good friends with her at the time." Song Ya looked at her ex-wife who had already pouted.

The onlookers also looked at her, "Is this related to this case!?" Childs of the prosecution loudly protested to the judge.

"Please be patient." Will threw a sentence in the past, and then asked, "Do you remember the earlier things? APLUS."

"Uh... Halle Berry and I went to a Hollywood party together. You know, there are parties there almost every day, and we rushed to several parties."

"You were still in one of the parties, and you had a fight with Xue Linfen's boyfriend at the time, right?"

"Yes."

Someone in the auditorium had already laughed, and Mariah Carey's face became more and more ugly. Song Ya felt that she seemed to be violent at any time and publicly announced that she had gotten together with herself at that time, and she bowed her head a little guilty to avoid her gaze.

"And after going to the phosphor factory?" Will asked again.

"Uh... We had a big fight with Fergie in Chicago when we were talking about renewing our contract, but we quickly got back together and went to the recording studio to record songs together."

"After that?"

"Concentrate on recording songs, and later went to New York to record whereisthelove's star-studded concert, went to the recording studio, had dinners and parties with friends such as Mariah Carey, Walter Afanayev, Eskub... etc., basically all of these things .” Song Ya replied.

"This is the testimony of relevant people, Fergie's, Larry Jordan's, Escouber's...of course, Mariah Carey's." Will pointed to Mariah Carey over there, and put the documents in his hand Distributed to judges and jurors.

"Don't delay!" shouted Childs, sitting there again.

"Don't be impatient."

Will continued to ask: "APLUS, you drink alcohol when you go to parties, dinners and recording songs, right?"

"Yes, drinking, singing on stage, recording songs, rushing to various gatherings, parties, and then drinking more alcohol, the life of a hip-hop singer is basically like this." Song Ya replied.

"Then how do you take care of business!?" Will revealed the real purpose of laying out such a lot in front of him, pretending to care exaggeratedly.

"I...hehe, I basically don't have time to manage any business." Song Ya also cooperated very well, smiling wryly, "Occasionally, when I think about it, I call the manager to ask about the progress, that's all."

"Have you done any in-depth research on chemical plants?"

"No, I just heard that the business can make money, so... I voted."

"You don't care?"

"Well, I still care about it. After all, I invested money... But I don't understand the chemical industry, and I don't understand it now."

"Okay, my question is over."

Will Gardner returned to the dock in a hurry.

"Counsel for the prosecution," said the judge.

Childs sneered, got up and stared fiercely at himself as he approached.

Song Ya also looked at him calmly.

"Aplus, how were your high school grades that year?" Childs asked.

"not bad."

"The grade point average is A! Perfect score in mathematics!" Childs said loudly to the jurors: "You skipped a grade in 1993 and entered the University of Chicago, and your ACT score was also very high. Four years later, you graduated from the University of Chicago so what?"

"Well……"

He didn't wait for Song Ya to answer, "Graduated as a cum laude! You have also made a series of smart investments in a few years. I draw the jury's attention. The man in front of you is a billionaire under the age of twenty-three He is also the youngest self-made billionaire in the world! How many people are worth more than one billion in Mimi now? There are only over 60 of them! Dear jurors, please forget about the deliberate misleading of the defense lawyer just now! In this case , you must not use the standards of ordinary people to look at the defendant! APLUS is far smarter than us, a genius with great energy, how many people in the entire United States can deceive him!? Me? You? Or Mr. General Manager in the morning? Impossible!"

After he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong. The black women in the jury nodded to APLUS slightly with approving eyes. Looking back, the old special prosecutor was already sighing in despair.

There was a sudden silence in the hall. Song Ya could only hear the crackling typing of the stenographer. She turned her head and looked at the judge. She shrugged innocently and said that the prosecutor's lawyer didn't ask me to answer anything.

"APLUS, you only need to answer the judge and the jurors, have you ordered Mr. General Manager to let Huaguo Enterprise take away those technical materials that are prohibited from being sold?" Childs hurried back to make amends.

"I don't remember." Song Ya replied.

"Punishment for perjury is very severe." Childs smiled, and also supported the wooden railing of the witness stand with his hands, his face was close to Song Ya, putting pressure on him, "You remember many things, but this one forget?"

"If you live the same life as me, you will forget it." Song Ya replied.

"That's big business," Childs said.

"I had just rushed back to Chicago from Los Angeles, and I was going to New York soon. I was so busy that I couldn't remember much, and I was hungover."

"you are lying!"

"I don't need to lie, of course you can look at me whatever you want." Song Ya looked directly at him, "Oh, yes, I apologize, I supported your opponent in a certain election, the former Mr. State Attorney."

Childs was accidentally splashed with dirty water, but there was nothing he could do. "In addition to the general manager, I also have the testimony of the workers, security personnel and engineers who were present at the time. The evidence is solid."

Instead, he began distributing documents to judges and jurors, "Mr. Edward, one of the original owners of Bahn & Co. and a Wall Street investor, also testified that he and APLUS had a long and difficult tug-of-war negotiation on the sale of the factory. He said that APLUS's business skills are very superb, and they almost dragged on until their capital chain was about to break and they had their last breath. They bought the factory at the lowest price, and when APLUS sold the factory, the investment had already doubled. More than double!"

"Uh, let me clarify, I didn't deliberately engage in tug-of-war negotiations with Mr. Edward, or use delaying tactics. I just simply forgot about this business. Most of the time I concentrate on my music career and... enjoyment .”

Damn Edward! Old Barn said without getting involved, and Song Ya hurriedly defended.

"Cheat ghosts!"

Childs showed a winning smile and began to address the jury, "Whether you sympathize with the defendant or appreciate the defendant, I would like to remind everyone that the only key to this case is whether APLUS, as the owner of the fluorescent agent factory in Barn at that time, He personally ordered the technical data to be taken to a country that prohibits export. Our chain of evidence is very complete, and he should be convicted 100%!"

"Guilt! Guilty!"

Sunnyvale, Delay kept checking his watch, checking his phone, praying.

'Bang bang! ’ There was a sudden knock on the locked office door, “Don’t disturb me!” he shouted impatiently.

"Open the door!" The voice was Deming Xin's man, who was roughly twisting the doorknob, "Delay! Open the damn door!"

"FXXK! What's the matter!?" He had no choice but to get up and open the door.

DeMingXin's man came in and pushed him hard, "Carl Icahn sold us! You idiot!" Then he blew all the debris off his boss's desk angrily, "You're done! Delay!"

"The sentence hasn't been pronounced yet! I didn't receive the call!" Delay also yelled at him, threw himself on the floor and put the phone back together to check whether it was connected.

"It doesn't matter to us anymore, you are so poor...Delay, two months away from becoming a billionaire, and now..."

De Mingxin's people kicked away the debris on the ground, and glanced at Dilai who was kneeling on the ground with disgust, "Forget it, it's too late to say more... Sorry, we have to think about our own interests, goodbye."

"Hey! What the hell is going on!?" Delay shouted at the back of the other party, but got no answer.

"My new number."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Hamlin punctually found a public phone near the new location and reported the number, "How is the trial going?"

"I've been trying to contact you, but I can't get in touch!" The person on the other end of the phone was very anxious.

"Sorry, I can't stay in one place for too long," Hamlin apologized.

"A key witness did not show up, and he withdrew his testimony and testimony." The man reported: "But the trial is still going on. Others said that the verdict may be pronounced today, or the court may continue to adjourn, half to half."

"Okay, enough information, thank you."

Hamlin sighed, "From now on, I will contact you from time to time, the number just now is invalid, that's all."

He made a quick decision, hung up the phone and waved for a taxi, "Go to the long-distance bus station." He explained to the driver in simple Spanish.

Song Ya has already been pushed back to the dock, and the Barn case is nothing new. After several rounds of intense questioning, the fantasy lawyer team seems to have won the approval of most jury members. Anyway, micro-expression experts are So judged.

Childs, on the other hand, refused to let go of the evidence. If the jury members are absolutely rational, then he still has the possibility of being convicted.

Now it is time for expert witnesses from both sides to testify, "A sensitizer is a sensitizer, and a catalyst is a catalyst. As an expert in related fields, I have dealt with Mr. General Manager at a research conference. I think it is impossible for a person like him to commit such a crime." A low-level mistake." Said our expert witness.

"We generally don't explain the reaction process too difficult to ordinary people outside the industry, because the listeners don't understand at all, so we can only use a way that is easy for the other party to understand..."

The expert witness for the prosecution said: "That's why we often refer to professional names such as sensitizers as catalysts...or simply call them reactants, depending on the level of the listener."

"That's not true." Will Gardner interrupted him.

"Yes, it's not a fact, but it's also a default statement. We are industry experts and managers of enterprises, but we are not teachers in schools, and we have no obligation to teach others." The other party replied.

"Not to the boss?" Will asked with a smile.

"Uh...it depends."

"Yeah, it depends. I get it, when it's in your personal interest to..." Will grasped.

"I object!" interrupted Childs immediately. "This fellow is always twisting witnesses."

"The objection is valid."

"I apologize, my question is over." Will walked back triumphantly.

"Attorneys for both sides can make closing arguments," the judge said.

"Mr. Doug? Now you can..."

Outside the Manhattan District Attorney's Office, the female secretary came out and invited Doug to meet with Prosecutor Spitzer again, "Where is the person?" But the person who had been sitting on the bench for a whole day suddenly disappeared, "Where is that weird person?" She Ask other staff.

"I don't know, it seems to be gone." The staff member shook his head blankly.

"Icahn Capital and the prosecution have just reached a settlement that we believe will facilitate a quick resolution of the American music case, and I personally welcome it."

Alicia appeared at the gate of the local court in Silicon Valley and told reporters very optimistically: "This is the most significant progress in this case so far."

"Can you tell me more about it?" The reporters frantically leaned forward, slamming the camera lens so close to the face of the Illinois governor's wife.

"Hehe, sorry."

Alicia waved her hands happily, "We need some time to study and judge the specific evidence."

"Mrs. Flock! Mrs. Flock!" The reporters chased to the gate of the court.

"SHXT! SHXT!"

Delay realized it after reading the news. He put his head in his hands and murmured to himself in confusion in the office, 'Didi! ’ There were two sharp buzzes downstairs, like a police car.

He rushed to the window, and it turned out to be a police car, two, and then two more, and a few police officers got off from them, and gathered at the door to discuss something.

Soon, some cars and motorcycles of various brands gathered around, some carrying cameras, some holding microphones...

He forced himself to calm down and went out to call the website's internal lawyer. As soon as he walked into the lobby, he realized that the atmosphere was even worse. The employees stood up blankly and whispered to the people in the nearby workstations.

"Do your job!" he cursed.

But this time, no one listened to him. Instead of sitting down, the employees moved away and gathered closer together. Their eyes were empty, without emotion or fear, just like jurors who were examining and sentencing.

"Please note that the Bahne case happened in 1992. The defendant APLUS just graduated from high school. He was not the most popular African-American singer at that time, nor was he the richest African-American. After completing these two achievements, he was ridden on a horse..."

After Childs repeated his concluding statement, the black barrister Cochran stood in front of the jury. He turned around, compared his thumb and index finger to a pistol, and aimed at Song Ya, "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang ! Bang!" Simulated six gunshots with his mouth.

Song Ya turned her face to avoid his 'gun muzzle', sighed, her eyes were empty, and her expression seemed to be still in shock.

"And while there is still a shooter at large."

Cochrane continued: "This 1992 case is entangled with APLUS again, on! Jurors, what did he know at that time? What did he know? What were you doing when you were seventeen or eighteen years old? Think about it, If you become famous when you are young, surrounded by countless beautiful men..."

Um? Song Ya looked back at Cochrane.

"woman……"

Don't speak out of breath, hey!

"Great wine, endless parties and gatherings, flying from the West Coast to the Midwest and back to the West Coast, either on a plane or in a recording studio..."

Cochrane continued Will's strategy, "Who of you still have time to distinguish between catalyst and sensitizer? If I hadn't represented this case, I wouldn't even know those two words! Really. And who can tell from a Among the documents in the entire warehouse, which ones were identified that violated the Batumi agreement established in 1949? Oh, by the way, the agreement of that backward era has been disbanded for three years, just two years after 1992, How absurd!"

"APLUS, where is the love he was recording at the time, was a song he composed for the Los Angeles incident in 1992. I think everyone here has the impression that if he hadn't used this song to soothe our hearts, Chicago would have fallen into Go into greater turmoil..."

"God sent a miracle that he narrowly escaped a fatal gunshot wound. He just woke up from a five-month coma with limited mobility. I don't think such a person will, and absolutely should not be sent. Go to prison, just because of five years! Five years ago, a statement that could not even be defined..."

In Cochran's tirade, the persuasion was clearly aimed at the black members of the jury.

"The power to choose is in your hands. Jurors, I ask you to make a fair decision. APLUS and I only want to be treated fairly by the whole society, the minimum fairness. Thank you, thank you all."

Cochran choked up and sat back beside Song Ya, the two hugged and patted their backs.

"Temporary adjournment, I would like to remind all jurors that the definition of a crime cannot be based on emotions, and it is enough to make judgments based on the evidence you have obtained during the trial."

The judge may have sensed Cochran's incitement, and added a sentence before hitting the small hammer.

"Hey! You..." Tony wanted to speak to the judge angrily, but the lawyers quickly stopped him.

The bailiff took the twelve jury members out of the hall, and the judge also left. Song Ya and others sat in place to rest, chatting, and his ex-wife took the opportunity to pinch his arm.

Others took the opportunity to come in and out.

"What will happen to me?" DeLay asked the site's in-house lawyer.

"Uh... I don't know what Icahn Capital wants to do... Besides, I'm not your personal lawyer Mr. President, you may need to consult your personal lawyer about this matter." The website's internal lawyer replied.

Delay glared at him.

"As soon as possible, before the personal account is frozen, you will need money, a lot of money." The internal lawyer is more kind.

"Damn it!"

Delay thought of something, and ran downstairs without thinking about anything else. When he drove the car out of the parking lot, the police car followed him immediately, but the arrest warrant should not have been obtained. "See you at the bank!"

He made an appointment with a private lawyer, and drove straight to the bank, regardless of whether the car would be towed away, or the paparazzi on the back of the motorcycle who were snapping at him, and rushed in again.

"Okay, wait a minute, Mr. Delay." The bank manager who has been with you for many years is still enthusiastic, "Are all the reporters outside wanting to interview you? Wow..." Gang was full of compliments and readily agreed to the request to withdraw large amounts of cash without an appointment , "Uh...wait." After typing a few times on the keyboard, seeing the face change on the screen, he hesitated, "I need to call my superiors, soon."

"FXXK! Don't play tricks on me!"

Di Lai stretched his head out to look at the computer screen of the other party, and the manager immediately turned off the big ass monitor vigilantly, "Please wait a moment." He called the guard at the door, "I'll be right back."

Delay went to press the display switch again, but unfortunately, he was physically stopped by the guard in an instant.

"well!"

Hamlin had already boarded the bus bound for the Mi-Mex border. There were very few people. He shrank back and lowered the brim of his cowboy hat. At this point, he could only go back to the United States to face all this, and hoped that the Eastern Conference would end as soon as possible. The life and mental torture of hiding in Tibet, he closed his eyes and rested his mind, he regretted it naturally, but it was really bad luck, who knew that APLUS was in a coma for several months, and he was almost useless lying in bed...

If he and Goodman hadn't consulted various doctors in private, how could they start?

"Oh!" he sighed again.

"quiet!"

At five o'clock, the judge came back to reopen the trial, "So soon? Has the jury reached a consensus?" He asked the jury members who were brought back.

"Yes and no." The foreman of the jury, elected by twelve jurors, handed a note to the bailiff, who passed it on to the judge.

"I see, let's announce it." The judge nodded after reading.

"Everyone stand up!" The people who had just sat down had to stand up again.

Song Ya held Cochran's arm with his hand, even though he knew that the odds of winning were great, he couldn't help feeling nervous.

"The jury finds defendant Alexander Song not guilty of conspiracy...!"

Tony and Susie behind Song Ya cheered, and many people in the auditorium also began to celebrate.

He felt being tapped on the shoulder, not knowing whether it was Will or Diane, and Tony was twisting his buttocks at the gloomy plaintiff.

But it wasn't over yet, he stared at the head of the jury who was reading the note.

"Defendant Alexander Song's charges of fraud...not found guilty!"

The people cheered even louder.

What about another item? Song Ya frowned. It should be three charges, but the head of the jury only announced two and returned the note to the bailiff, and then sat back in his seat.

"The jury has not yet reached a consensus on the defendant Alexander Song's charge of illegal trading," the judge said.

"WTF!" Tony yelled again.

Song Ya sat down unhappily.

The judge did not pursue it, "The time for the next court session..."

"Uh, the defense applied for another temporary adjournment." In fact, Diane Lockhard of the General Administration interrupted the judge. "Five minutes." She said, "We need to communicate urgently with the prosecution."

"Yes." The judge agreed.

"Shall we talk?" Diane walked towards the prosecution team.

"Okay." The old special prosecutor agreed, and the lawyers of both sides went out.

"Are you okay?" Mariah Carey asked worriedly.

"It's okay..." Song Ya shook the hand she extended.

A little tormented, he scratched his head and waited silently.

"FXXK!" Fortunately, I didn't wait too long, and when the door opened, Childs' scolding sound came in, which meant...

Song Ya was overjoyed.

"Is a fine of 7.8 million knives okay?" Di An asked softly.

"I can't be put on probation, and there will be a tour next year." Song Ya replied.

"If there is no probation, there will be a fine."

"Okay, let's just end this damn thing."

Song Ya didn't want to take the risk of waiting for the next court session. The price is not bad, so let's spend money to eliminate the disaster. Anyway, Bahn Chemical helped him earn more than 7.8 million yuan.

"We have reached an agreement, Your Honor." Diane and the special prosecutor went to the judge's seat and explained in a low voice. Song Ya glanced at it and found that Childs did not appear again, as if he was angry.

"The prosecution and the defense reached an out-of-court settlement for the defendant Alexander Song's crime of illegal trading. The trial of this case is over. Thanks to all the jurors and everyone for their hard work..." the judge briskly tapped the hammer.

"Yeah!" Most of the people in the hall burst into joy instantly.

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