Chapter 617 Promotion

The time came to January of 1995 unconsciously, and Song Ya's new school season had already begun.

"The AMA Awards Ceremony in Los Angeles at the end of the month, help me and the Chicago Children's Choir, have you made an appointment for the weekend rehearsal? OK... there must be no trouble when you go on stage, there are too many children, and you are staring at the performing arts company. Do it."

During class breaks, he huddled in the back corner and kept talking on the phone with Linda. Because the Sinaloa case was too influential, the school authorized him to bring bodyguards into the classroom, so Mawota sat at the next table in youthful attire, Old Mike was wandering the corridor outside.

"What is the likely result of Common's new album? About half a million copies?! Why? This result is not as good as his first album. Didn't Sony Columbia record sell well last month? All music critics praised it... ..."

"Is he autistic? Fxxk, keep an eye on him, don't let him play like William Adams and disappear when he fails."

"Hasn't Mimi called back yet? Oh, she's probably still mad at me, what else could it be, the wedding... I don't care about the money, but I really don't want the wedding to be a British royal scene, we just A singer from a poor background can't learn from a noble family, and the more he spends money, the more he looks like an inflated nouveau riche in the eyes of outsiders...Okay, please help me persuade her."

While complaining, Mawota greeted suddenly: "Miss Kasiti."

"Well, let's get back in touch."

Song Ya hung up the phone and saw Kasiti sitting in the seat in front of him. The girl was wearing a very plain overcoat, wearing glasses, and her long hair with a lot of volume was not carefully taken care of. It was messy and fluffy, "Hey, Kasiti, you also signed up for this class?"

"No." Kasiti shook her head.

"I entered school half a year earlier than you, but now your progress has far surpassed mine, right?" Song Ya stretched out her hand to play with her hair, "Look, good student with dry and forked hair."

"Hate it, APLUS."

She pushed away Song Ya's mischievous hand, "I've come to see you for business. Will you go to the dinner party of the police station and fire brigade tonight? My dad will probably give a speech or something."

"Vic? Speech?"

When Song Ya thought of Vic, she felt a little nervous. How did the black policeman who dared to kill the FBI cultivate this good girl with excellent character and learning? He couldn't figure it out now, but he couldn't show it in front of Kasiti, so he continued to laugh, "I really can't imagine what it would be like for a rough person like him to give a speech."

"Are you going? My dad told me to ask you," Cassidy repeated. "He said the new state attorney is here."

"I can't go, it's not that I don't have time, it's not convenient for me to travel too much in person on such occasions, otherwise it will be difficult to refuse invitations from other organizations."

He didn't want to appear in the same frame as Vic, so he made up a random reason to decline.

"Didn't you just donate money to the police station and fire brigade? Maybe they used your money for the dinner..."

Cassidy pouted, "I heard that the State Attorney will personally thank you at the dinner."

Song Ya smiled bitterly and shook her head, "I know, I have asked my spokesperson Hamlin to give a speech on his behalf."

"Okay then, don't bother you, bye."

"Bye-Bye."

Kasiti left the classroom quite disappointed, went back to say hello to the students in the study group, and drove home as soon as school was over in the afternoon.

"Cassidy, you're late, go and dress up."

Mother nodded at the new evening dress on the sofa, "You have to make me look pretty today."

Seeing the beautiful clothes, she was naturally happy. She picked up the evening dress and tried to find the price tag from the neckline, but she couldn't find it. "Is it expensive? Is it rented?"

"Hey hey." Vic, who was trying on a new dress in front of the mirror, grinned, "I bought it, go and see if it fits."

"I seldom have the opportunity to wear this kind of clothes now. It is better to rent than to buy."

Kasiti felt sorry for the money for her parents. She knew that the medical expenses of her younger siblings had put the family under great economic pressure in the past two years.

"Don't dawdle, go change your clothes and make up, hurry up! Today is a big day for my family."

Mother urged and helped Vic straighten the dress, "It seems a little small..."

"Where are the younger brothers and sisters?"

"I sent it to the nurse's house and asked her to take care of it." The mother replied.

"Oh, by the way, APLUS said he won't go at night." Cassidy said to Vic.

"Fxxk, that NGer is avoiding me now." Vic cursed.

"You hate him so much, why did you ask me to ask him?" Kasiti asked angrily.

"What do children know?" Vic continued to look in the mirror nonchalantly.

She went back to her room, combed her hair, put on makeup, and when she was about to put on contact lenses, her hands stopped in the air. After thinking about it, she chose to wear big ordinary glasses, and then changed into evening clothes and the expensive necklace that APLUS had given her before, and The parents left home together and drove to the dinner party.

"Hey, Mr. Deputy, how are you doing?"

Arrived at the place, just got out of the car, and was about to hold his father's arm, when someone beside him laughed in a long tone.

"Uncle Sean." He saw the person clearly and greeted him with a ladylike smile.

"Cassidy, you are getting more and more beautiful, why are you still wearing these old-fashioned glasses?" Sean seemed to remember something when he saw her, "Wait, wait for me..."

He ran back to a beautiful new Dodge sports car, opened the trunk, and picked out a small one from a pile of wrapped gift boxes, "This gift for you, I brought it back from Hawaii, such a long paid vacation Fuck me, Vic, don't tell me you haven't taken the kids on vacation in a while."

"Thank you, Uncle Sean."

It was only after she generously accepted the gift that she realized that her father was glaring at Sean viciously, "Uh... I'm still..." His hands were hanging in the air in embarrassment.

"Come here!"

Vic didn't care about the gift, rushed over and grabbed Sean's arm, dragged him to the corner across the street, and asked with a suppressed growl, "Do you know what you're doing!? Huh?"

"Hey, take it easy Vik, it's nothing, I'm very restrained..."

"You fucking told me this is called restraint?!"

The quarrel between the two became smaller and smaller.

"Leave them alone, let's go in first." Vic has always been strict with his buddies in the police force, and neither his mother nor she took it seriously.

"Dad got promoted?" She took the opportunity to ask, "Uncle Sean called him deputy sheriff just now."

"It will be announced tonight. He told me not to tell you."

My mother replied happily: "Yesterday he took me to the police station to see the small office prepared for him. The nameplates on the door are all done. There should be no more accidents. He has made so many contributions on the street. It's his turn."

Ever since she was a child, Kasiti remembered that the rumors of promotion that her parents had convincingly said had been three times if not five times, and they would always be discredited by various reasons. This time it finally happened. I am happy to find the already arranged dinner seats, which are in the first row.

"What's wrong, Vic."

The mother found that something was wrong with Vic who had returned, his brows were furrowed, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes.

"Don't ask about work."

Vic wasn't in the mood to explain further, he picked up the red wine on the table and poured half a glass, swallowing it down in one gulp.

"On behalf of the police and firefighters of Cook County and the City of Chicago, I would like to thank Mr. APLUS for his generous donation. Please..."

Peter Flock pointed to Hamlin and asked this talented lawyer and spokesperson to speak on stage.

The family of three waited anxiously until the Chief of the Chicago Police Department came to the stage and read the opening remarks, "On the streets of Chicago, there is a police detective who insists on the front line of fighting against drugs and organized crime. In the next year, he will continue to fight with us as the deputy sheriff of the police station..."

The director gave a good compliment, "Vic, come up and have a word with everyone."

Vic was already flushed from drinking, and he waved his hands to stand up amidst the applause of his colleagues. Only then did he take out the speech in his pocket, stepped onto the stage and read the cliché.

"He is Vic, the leader of the stormtroopers, one of the two black policemen present."

At the round table in the back corner of the dinner, a man and a woman sat with two unfamiliar white faces. The woman whispered to the man, "Want to find a chance to trick him later?"

"Not in a hurry, not in a hurry, let me observe first."

The man took a sip of his wine.

"Excuse me, who are you two?" The local police officer at the same table asked with some doubts: "I have never seen you."

"Oh, let me introduce myself, Carl Letterman, FBI." The man smiled and held out his hand to the other party.

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