As a time traveler, you must abide by these iron rules of keeping secrets and making plans before proceeding. Two days later, Song Ya felt that she had done almost all the preparations according to her current ability, so the whole family took advantage of dinner

Now, he decisively implemented the plan: "I need money." He got straight to the point.

"How much?" Aunt Susie handed little Freddy in her arms to Connie and took out her coin clip.

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

The sounds of clinking tableware and 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 and was furious, "Whose belly did you make!?"

"Where did you think you were going!" Song Ya was speechless.

"Him? Impossible." Connie liked to fight with her mother, but she looked at the problem from a different angle. "None of the girls in school looked at him."

Uh... forget it, Song Ya didn't want to explain her 'little transparent' strategy to her, she just felt a little worried.

"Why? Alex is not bad looking?" Aunt Susie's attention was diverted again, "Yesterday I met a school teacher on the road. She liked Alex very much and said that Alex's academic performance has improved very quickly...

"

"You don't want to cause trouble, do you?!"

Tony, who had been silent, thought of something and interjected: "You have been asking about little Lori, Al, AK, and the record company these two days..." He stared at Song Ya's eyes, "I warn you

You, don’t use your bad brains!”

"Am I that kind of person?"

Song Ya didn't plan to show off her cards to Tony now, "I will have a good talk with you tomorrow night."

"It's time for us to have a serious talk. Something's been wrong with you lately, something's wrong..."

Tony and his former Alexander Song slept in the same room since childhood, and he knew him best. Naturally, he had the deepest feelings about Song Ya’s changes in behavior, personality and way of thinking after time travel. In recent days, he has been thinking that something is wrong. As for why something is wrong,

He couldn't explain it, and he was a little confused.

"Son, what do you want the money for?" Aunt Susie asked with concern.

Song Ya gave her well-considered reason, "Well... I need some legal help. You know, lawyers are very expensive..."

"Did you really make someone's belly bigger?"

Unexpectedly, his words caused some 'ambiguity', and now even Connie was a little unsure, "Aren't you planning to get married with your son, are you!? Don't believe those Bichi's lies, you know, they may

She just wants to find someone to take over. The child was not created by you at all, or she doesn’t know whose child it is among several people..."

Song Ya was covered with black lines on her forehead.

"Oh my God, shut up!"

Aunt Susie stood up and said, "Aren't you ashamed to know so much at seventeen? I'm so embarrassed for you!" She turned around and went upstairs, and then there was the sound of the door being locked. She must have gone to where the money was hidden to get it.

"I've never asked her for pocket money a few times, let alone such a large amount." Tony complained.

"Alex is good at studying." Connie deliberately provoked him, "Have you ever ranked first in your grade? Have you ever gotten an A+?"

"Wow, is brother Alex really that powerful?" Emily, a primary school student, has a fairly normal outlook.

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

"I like it." That day, Emily brought back the tutu from the second-hand store as she wished.

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

Emily thought for a while, "You." She added, "But I'm also very tired from dancing."

Connie laughed.

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

"Thanks."

Song Ya whirled around for a moment with the money, which was neatly rolled up and tightly rolled up: "I should be able to pay it back in a short time, including interest."

"This is how you should express your gratitude."

Aunt Susie turned her cheek to the side and said, "It's been a long time since you kissed me."

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 and took care of herself carefully. Her short hair was neatly cut, a dark mid-collar sweater, specially washed light-colored jeans and sneakers, and a pair of

A plaid suit bought from a second-hand store for 9.9 dollars. Nowadays, new cheap suits often come with thick shoulder pads, but Song Ya prefers this old style.

He 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 bus, he stuffed all the other banknotes into his socks and stepped on them.

There is nothing I can do about the soles of my feet. The chance of being robbed here is too high, especially the way he is dressed is a bit ostentatious.

No one at home had gotten up yet, so he took out a cold pie from the cupboard and walked out of the house while eating.

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

At this time, Connie should help him apply for leave from the school, right?

He is a person who is used to taking things step by step, so he especially likes the feeling now. Since the apocalypse, he has gained the confidence to be a time traveler, and the rest is left to his own efforts.

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

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

There are more and more black-haired and yellow-skinned pedestrians nearby. Yes, this is Chicago's Chinatown.

Black people in the slums of Nancheng never had good things to say about lawyers, and they even didn't treat black lawyers very well. Song Ya felt that she might as well find a Chinese lawyer for consultation, and by the way, she could also go shopping in Chinatown and brush up on her Chinese. Of course, in the end,

The main reason is that the charges here are the cheapest, with an hourly consultation service costing US$35.

But he didn't expect that the people here were mainly Cantonese-speaking, and he couldn't even use English when asking for directions. After going round and round, he finally arrived at the address downstairs on the newspaper clipping.

"this?"

What he saw in front of him was not the glass curtain wall of the financial district that he imagined soaring into the sky, but an ordinary old-fashioned commercial building.

"Forget it, let's make peace with it now."

He muttered silently, and went up to the 4th floor through the antique elevator with a barred door, and finally arrived at the destination of his trip, 'GOODMAN Law Firm'.

First, he took off his shoes, took out the money from his socks and stuffed it into his pocket, then arranged his instruments and pressed the doorbell.

"Who?" asked a man inside.

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

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

"This is a law firm?"

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

This white man in his thirties and slightly bald sat behind the desk and pointed to the two IDs hanging on the wall. "Yes, I am GOODMAN. Goodman, please sit down. You were on the phone yesterday.

You mean there are copyright concerns, right? Let’s start now without wasting your or my time.”

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

He glanced at the certificates on the wall, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with them, so he simply asked: "Can I take the liberty of asking why you opened your law firm here?"

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

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