The impatient old man criticized Sang Huai, "Damn it, if from the Prohibition Period to the 1970s, that kind of villain would have only one end, sinking to the bottom of the Great Lakes to feed fish."
"Ha ha……"
"Barry." Hearing his perfunctory laughter, the old man suddenly turned his head and poked his heart with his index finger. "I won't watch little Edgar go bankrupt and do nothing. My life is passing faster, I don't have How patient! I still have the ability to use this old face to start the last war!"
"No, he is very good, I always thought so." Barry Diller perfunctory.
"Then stand with him! Business is business. I am not a person who can't afford to lose, nor will I stupidly struggle with the past. I don't care if you really think of him as a friend in your heart, but after signing the supplements of people acting in concert After the agreement, I think everything is not a problem, as long as you want to run your own business well, he can at least keep a share of the property."
The old man spoke quickly and frankly: "Sorry, I'm a bit direct today. No matter how much you get Edgar since childhood, I recognize... and even I will appreciate you more. I didn't notice it before... so inferior... I simply entrust young Edgar's future to you! I beg you..."
"Don't be like this old Mr. Bronfman..." Barry Diller was quite moved by his softness and hard work. "Little Edgar is very proud, and I am not sure to convince him..."
"But he does treat you as his best friend."
"Okay OK, I'll try..."
"Mr. Bronfman? Mr. Bronfman?"
Barry Diller and his son finally signed, half tricked and half coaxed, but overall it went well.
August 27th was the day when the Grand Commander accepted Special Prosecutor Starr's questioning. The old man had his wish. Sitting at the top of the conference room, he took a nap in the middle of the long meeting.
"Huh?" He looked up blankly.
"We are going to sign with the Swiss." An old friend of the Jewish Congress reminded.
"Ok."
He glanced at the Swiss who was sitting awkwardly on one side, and then to the other side, where his compatriots sat sullenly.
He took a pen to sign.
After the settlement agreement was completed, the Swiss who paid more than 12 billion meters got up and talked a few words, and then filed out with restraint.
The atmosphere in the office became more suppressed.
"Uh, my mission is over after this event is completed. Due to physical reasons, I intend to take this opportunity to resign from my chairmanship and change to the day." He announced: "There will be another notice."
No one else in the room responded.
"That's it?" He forced a smile, pressing his hands on the table pretending to stand up easily.
"Thank you for what you have done for you all these years, Mr. Bronfman." Everyone came over to say goodbye. Some said thank you in a similar way, and some walked away with a blank face and shaking hands.
After everyone was gone, he finally showed a tired and depressed look, and sat down alone in a daze for a long, long time.
"Don't you watch the hearing together Vic?"
In Chicago, colleagues from the small town police station gathered in front of the TV in the lobby, waiting to watch the melon show.
"Twenty-four hours, I'm talking about this twenty-four hours a day..."
Vic McGee smiled and vomited them, "Aren't you bothering you? I'm almost vomiting anyway."
The colleagues laughed, looked at the TV intently and ignored him.
He is a small civilian that is completely impossible to be promoted, and his popularity in this police station is not good. "I... go ahead and pick up the children."
Of course, he has other generous extras. If it's not for this skin, there is no need to live by a dead salary, lift his chin to the colleague who manages the attendance, and leave regardless of the other party's consent.
I drove to my ex-wife's house first, and successfully picked up Kasidi's younger siblings, who had autism. The younger daughter had only a mild illness. His son worried him more. As he got older and older, it became more difficult for the father and son to communicate.
"Ugh!"
He concealed his well-intentioned worries and tried his best to amuse him. The family of three happily went for a Chinese meal, and then set off to a small private playground nearby.
'boom! boom! boom! ’
Forehand took his son to hit a balloon, and suddenly felt that the holster on his waist was rubbed by someone. He immediately guarded it vigilantly. It should be just a common collision, and the gun was still there.
"Hey! Walk and watch!"
It was a black man with a hood and a hoodie who hit him just now. He walked forward, sneaky, and ran away after hearing his loud complaints.
"Hey, you! Stop!"
There is definitely a problem. He has always had a good sense of smell. Either this guy just stole someone else’s wallet, or just completed a small transaction, "You are waiting for me here." He said to a pair of children. , Excited to chase the past.
The black man ran faster and faster.
"Stop him!"
Hehe~www.mtlnovel.com~ He touched his bald head and smiled, running wildly in the playground like a boar, and shouting to the playground guard who happened to be standing on the black escape route.
The guard did stop, and had a face-to-face collision with the black man. Both sides lost their balance. The black man staggered to the low fence of the playground and rolled over easily.
"Stop! Nger!"
It's just a little thief. It happens to be remote here. He can finally scold that word out of his throat, and climb over the fence perseveringly.
As soon as he landed, he saw the black man turning around and taking something out of his pocket.
"SHXT!"
'boom! ’
He cursed short, and just touched the holster in his hand, the black man picked up the gun and broke the fire.
It was all over in an instant, and he fell down.
It’s definitely not a small thief. It’s too accurate. The escape route may have been designed, but everything is too late. Like the stormtrooper brother Sean who is still lying on the streets of Mississippi after changing his name and surname, he faces up to the sky with his eyes open in disbelief. Died on the cold street.
The same was shot in the eyebrows, and blood gradually flowed from the back of the head.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 1236: Literally
"Hahaha!"
Song Ya returned to France and was in the hotel with Hayden, Shakira, and the tour chief to watch the Lewinsky case hearings. The special prosecutor Starr was so interesting that he always followed him with a serious face. Some restricted-level details came up to cross-examine the leader.
The words ‘zipper’, ‘under the desk’, ‘when talking to a member of the assembly’, etc. came out with a string of words, which amused Song Ya and other people eating melon.
The general leader of the lawyer background is even more outstanding. In front of the blue skirt, he only changed his words to admit that he had an ‘improper relationship’ with Lewinsky during the four-hour interrogation, but he insisted that no actual relationship had occurred.
"Ok?"
If you don’t put it in, it won’t be considered true. If you don’t do it, it won’t have that kind of relationship. If there is no such kind of relationship, it would not be considered as perjury? The logical chain turned out to be very reasonable. Song Ya was in a daze as if he saw the shadow of stealing Xue Linfen during his marriage. First, he put himself in a position of embarrassment with a sense of substitution. Go crazy.
The two were rolling happily on the sofa, and Old Mike came over and patted him on the shoulder.
"Vick is dead!?"
Song Ya, who was led inside, was shocked when he heard the news, his face quickly became gloomy, and he began to be habitually suspicious.
"Said it was accidentally shot by the opponent while chasing a black thief in a playground. The suspect is currently at large."