"Damn! I don't have any money now! Even the house has been banned from trading by the FBI. I have nothing but organizing me now!" Cassidy shouted at her.
"Small down..." Tascioni moved a little further away from her, "You..." She lowered her voice and urged, "You can ask the singer for help."
"That Nger ignored me a long time ago. He is married. He has no time to hide from me now. I have to be dragged down by the interaction with him!" Cassidy's tears flowed down again.
"Tascioni laughed instead, "He has been paying for your family, and he is responsible for the medical expenses of your younger siblings." "
"My brother and sister were lucky enough to be in the free medical plan." Cassidy shook her head.
"Look at you, haha."
Tascioni couldn’t help but laugh, "Stupid girl, so stupid...that kind of thing is like that. He donates money to the hospital, and then the hospital uses legal charity projects to help your younger brothers and sisters. There seems to be nothing in the middle. But in the rules of the game, money flows euphemistically, and there is no free lunch."
"So..." Cassidy covered her mouth and whispered chokedly: "He has been quietly helping me."
"It doesn't count as helping you anymore, Vic will have to repay you accordingly, kid." Tarshauni said.
"He didn't cause my father to go in, did he?"
Cassidy suddenly thought of something, "My father dislikes owing him the least."
"It's not that simple black and white. Forget it, even if you are Vic's daughter, I can't disclose too much. I have to abide by the lawyer's confidentiality obligations." Tarshoney picked up the microphone and dialed, "It's Goodman. And Hamlin Law Firm? Please transfer Mr. Goodman and tell him Tarshawn to find..."
"Goodman, it's me, Tascioni. There is something wrong with Vic's payment of legal fees. His daughter is very anxious now. I will ask her to tell you."
Tascioni handed the microphone over, "Cassidy, come on, tell all your difficulties, the most important thing is not to let me breach the contract with the decoration company."
"Mr. Goodman..." Cassidy hurriedly cried over the phone.
"OK, I understand, please wait, Cathy, don't worry."
Goodman said a few words and then hung up, "What are you going to...Hello? Mr. Goodman, hello?" Cassidy hung up the phone disappointedly, "Mr. Goodman said nothing. "She complained to Tarshauni.
"Wait." Tascioni relaxed. "Oh, I'm sorry, there are no chairs at the moment. You can sit on the desk, it's okay, I don't mind."
Of course, Cassidy didn’t sit at the table. She wandered around the room anxiously. After about forty minutes, the door of the law firm that had not officially opened was knocked. She went to open the door and was almost caught The black villain with a fierce face and tattoos on his neck and face was shocked.
The other party didn't say a word, dropped a black travel bag into the door, and immediately turned and disappeared.
Tashauni leaped to the ground and unzipped the bag, "Ha! Cash! I like it!"
"I borrowed this money from him." Cassidy grumbled as she looked at Tascioni, who was counting the small green rice knives like a money fan.
"OK, let's start working!" Tascioni immediately turned into a professional lawyer.
"I need some money to send away the woman who came with me." Only then did Cassidy remember that there was a companion outside.
"Go and get it yourself, it's the money that the singer gave you anyway." Tascioni pointed to the travel bag generously.
"I borrowed..."
Three hours later, Cassidy sat at her desk, looked at Tascioni behind her, and dialed the phone after receiving an encouraging look.
"Mr. Editor, it's me, Cassidy, you already know the news of your lawyer's arrest, right?" Cassidy said.
"Yes, and I also heard some rumors, which prevents me from telling our fundraiser Miss Cassidy, they will not like your previous love history." The editor said.
"I don't want to lie to you, but I want to explain that it was that time that made me firm in my determination to invest in our great cause. I may hate that group even more than you." Cassidy said calmly.
"There is no way to explain this kind of thing. You can't tell our fundraiser what feelings were deceived by Barabara, do you understand? The conservative white group is not interested in this kind of thing. Once they know that you have been with black people, they will be deceived Deceived nausea."
The editor-in-chief said impatiently: "Well, this is the end of this matter, I will send someone to Chicago to bail our own people."
"No, please don't do this, Mr. Editor!" Cassidy begged anxiously.
"Sorry, you embarrass us..." The editor planned to hang up.
"Wait, wait!" Cassidy yelled: "How can you be embarrassed if the people don't know about it?"
"The FBI dared to shout that way in public to show that they have evidence. If we fight again, they will throw out the evidence..."
"I won't admit that they are slander and persecution!"
"So you don't plan to admit it again?"
"I, we cooperated very well some time ago? I can raise funds, everyone likes me, don't they? Is there anything in this world that is not packaged? I am very suitable for photogenic, to speak for our group, this is a piece A win-win thing! What good is it for your newspaper to stop the project that rescued my father? If you stop the project, I also admit that love history. Wouldn’t the white people who donated money blame you? You just said They won't bother to listen to long-form explanations."
"I sent someone to Cassidy in Chicago out of good intentions, but now you are threatening us in turn?" The editor was angry. "You make me sick, very, very sick."
Cassidy turned pale after being scolded, but continued to speak under the sign of Tascioni next to her, "Come on, isn't it also a business for your newspaper to please the white supremacist target group?"
"That is our great cause!"
"Well, great career, then I will make a deal, I will go further and more radical than our great career, how about it?"
"Wh... what is more radical?"
"I will speak publicly for the suspect in the Oklahoma City bombing. The FBI arrested my father, and even shamelessly took the naive mistakes I made in high school and publicly insulted me. My father was violently treated by them and detained for extended periods. Anyway, there is nothing to be afraid of. Fight with them to the end!" Cassidy looked at the cheat sheet written by Tascioni in her hand, and said categorically: "After the bombing, all the conservative white media were suppressed by public opinion and law enforcement agencies, right? You need people to share the pressure. UU reading www.uukānshu.com"
"Uh, you..." The editor-in-chief moved, "What would you say?"
"Didn't the main suspect say that he wanted to bomb the building because he was dissatisfied with the FBI's rude enforcement actions in the Waco tragedy?"
Cassidy said: "Then I will say that I sympathize with the victims of the bombing, but the FBI itself is also responsible. Their misconduct in the Waco massacre was the cause of the subsequent series of events."
"This is Cassidy. The conservative white people really don't like the FBI, but they will not support the criminals who killed so many people, including children and pregnant women. The severity of these two things is very different. You have a concept. Does that make your supporters very rare, even among conservative whites, they are very few..." said the editor.
"I have studied the list of fundraising accounts, Mr. Editor."
Cassidy said: "About 80% of the fundraising for my father and his colleagues came from only 1,000 accounts, of which more than 30 accounts accounted for more than half, so this kind of thing was not necessary. To please most people, right? For example, 100 million people donate a dollar each, and there are countless people who please them, and they can actually get 100,000 people? But for example, one million white supremacists each Donate one piece, and only ten people will please them. Isn’t that still one hundred thousand each?"
"Your newspaper is doing pretty well because of this, right? Most people's psychological needs can't be eaten. Focusing on pleasing a few people can live well, more radical than your newspaper's position. Maybe there are only one hundred thousand, or ten thousand? I don't care, I just focus on to please this part of the small market, anyway, my father needs not much legal fees, and I have fewer competitors!"
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