Chicago 1990

The rally of the affirmative organization was held in a gymnasium at the University of Chicago. It was very simple. It was decorated with colored balloons and banners. The Baptist pastor and Michelle who had cooperated in the last promotion to De Klerk took turns. Most of the participants in the speech were blacks, and Song Ya came to the stage to sing a song in the middle of the dance afterwards, even if the task was completed.

"Uh……"

After 　　 sang, Song Ya quickly found Michelle with a look of embarrassment, "Can you cut off the part of my singing? I noticed that there was a camera at the scene."

　　 "Is it because of out of tune?" Michelle was very reasonable, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will say hello, it won't spread."

　　 "Thank you so much."

　　 Song Yashu sighed, "I recently ran a publicity campaign and I was very tired, plus I encountered a robbery in Miami yesterday..."

　　 "Robbery!" Michelle exclaimed: "Are you all right?"

　　 "It's okay."

　　 Song Ya smiled bitterly, and was robbed for the first time after crossing. Unexpectedly, it was not in Chicago South, where public security was bad, but Miami. After the Bay of Pigs incident, the United States continued to criticize Cuba for restricting immigration. As a result, the Cubans simply did the opposite. One hundred and fifty thousand prisoners, mental patients, gangsters, and prostitutes were sent over. The disaster area has tossed the Americans very hard.

　　 "Oh, it's the same, the public security in South City is getting worse and worse." Michel complained, "The University of Chicago is like an island."

　　 Saying goodbye to Michelle, Song Ya, Dile, and Al drove to the campaign headquarters of Congressman Underwood. The conditions there are much better. The long buffet table is filled with snacks and drinks. The whites and blacks are in suits and ties, held by their wives, and they shuttle and entertain themselves with wine glasses.

　　 Song Ya received some superficially polite attention after entering, probably because of his casual dress.

　　 The black female assistant who had been to the school last time took them to the dining table, "Use it whatever you want." She politely greeted the three of them to leave.

　　 "Isn't there a show?" Al picked up a macaron and swallowed it in one bite.

　　 "Wait." Dile stopped a passing waiter, and the three of them took a glass of champagne from the tray they were holding.

　　 "Is there a camera?" Song Ya only cares about this.

　　 "It doesn't seem to be there," Diley walked around the place and said back.

　　 Song Ya was relieved. The three of them ate and drank, and were very happy. "Ding Ding Ding..." Suddenly an old white man knocked a fork into the glass.

　　 Song Ya is a bit blind to these old, white, Anglo-Saxon Protestant men. Anyway, he should be a big figure in the donkey party. Everyone stopped talking and gathered.

　　 "Twenty years ago, I met a guy who worked very, very hard..."

The old man praised Congressman Underwood from childhood to freshman. In short, he was excellent enough. Everyone chose him right, "Ladies and gentlemen, Federal Congressman, Mr. Underwood." He finally introduced Congressman Underwood. .

　　 "Thank you, thank you." Underwood smiled and waved frequently, standing where the old man left.

Song Ya followed the people in a half circle, smiling at the congressmen together, and applauding together. This is also a kind of "ritual music" and a kind of "ritual". When you are in it, you just do the right thing. There is no room for innovation. .

　　 "You didn't comment on me like that twenty years ago. I remember one time I was lazy..."

Underwood first told a joke of self-interest, and then recalled a difficult journey after entering politics, and then elaborated on his political propositions, "I very much support Amerika's military operations in the Middle East, although I and him Not a party, but my unauthorized invasion of Iraq..."

　　Finally, "...Next, I will hand over this to my wife, Claire. Of course, this is not really appropriate, because she has always managed everything about me."

　　 Song Ya followed the people and laughed again.

　　 "Ladies and gentlemen, the prom begins. Have a good time." Claire said briefly.

　　 There was lively jazz in the venue.

　　 "Mr. Song, it's your turn in half an hour." The black female assistant came to remind me again.

After changing a few songs, "Ladies and gentlemen, APLUS, Ifeelitcoming." Following Claire's introduction, Song Ya came to the stage and shook hands with her with a smile. Dila and Al were already ready. The prelude sounded and he learned his lesson. , Sing it carefully.

　　 Fortunately, he did not roll over again, he bowed to the curtain call to the applause of the crowd.

The black female assistant took him into an office in the campaign headquarters, "Thank you APLUS, I am glad you can come, and of course, thank you for donating to my campaign." Senator Underwood embraced him affectionately. Shoulder, Claire smiled.

"That said, I'm your fan councilor, uh, I don't know much about politics, shouldn't it be time to elect a senator in the next step?" Song Ya flattered, "I still have a check ready. "

　　 "Hahaha!"

　　 Underwood laughed, "Politics is not that simple, but thank you." He said politely, "My wife has something to do with you, you can talk to her." Then he went out to socialize.

　　 "Farewell to South Africa, you impressed me again, Mr. Song." Claire was still so elegant.

　　 Song Ya replied: "Thank you, your business with Congressman Underwood has also been successful, isn't it?"

　　 The other party lowered his head and smiled, "Did you come from Michelle just now?"

　　 "Yes, her affirmative organization is also meeting today."

　　 "Hehe, about South Africa, I think she should be troubled now?"

　　 "Uh, what do you say?"

"do not you know?"

　　 "I have been busy promoting singles recently..."

　　 Claire brought a newspaper from the table.

　　 Song Ya glanced, as if a high-level ANC spoke of support for polygamy.

　　 "Race equality and feminism... seems to be in conflict?" Claire chuckled.

　　 "Uh, this person can't represent Mandela, right?" Song Ya secretly put herself in Michelle, which was quite embarrassing.

　　 "So too."

　　 Claire did not dwell on this topic, he took out a business card from his handbag, "An old friend from Chicago asked you to contact him."

　　 It seems that Michelle said that the other party was a broker, and Song Ya took the business card, and it was another Michael, CAA CEO, Michael Ovitz.

　　 "Wow, big shot." Song Ya knows that this CAA boss was recently voted the most powerful man in Hollywood in 1990.

　　 "Talk to him more." Claire laughed.

　　 "Thank you, Mrs. Underwood."

　　 "Just call me Claire."

　　 With the business card of the big man in his pocket, he said goodbye. A white man about 30 years old was already waiting at the door.

　　 "APLUS is it? John~www.ltnovel.com~John Roman." He proactively stretched out his hand, "It's a dentist."

　　 "Uh, hello, Doctor Roman." Song Yaxin said that her teeth are pretty good.

　　 "Call me John, thank you for giving my girlfriend a chance." Dr. Roman was very enthusiastic.

　　 "Female..." Song Ya was taken aback, "Your girlfriend?"

　　 "Halley Berry, the MV heroine of the song you just sang, remember?"

what……

　　 Song Yaxin said I remember too much, but why never heard her mention that there is a dentist boyfriend in Chicago? Dentist is a very well-paid profession, "John, how did you and her..."

　　 "Oh, I met him last year."

　　 Dr. Roman is a mediocre-looking and socially unsocial man. He talked about the relationship between the two of them. "Hehe, I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it. We have not seen each other a few times in total, and we have established a relationship."

　　 Song Ya listened to what he said, and didn't even kiss Halle Berry's face, a typical spare tire who feels good about herself!

　　 "I worked with her once and never contacted afterwards. I don't know how she is in Hollywood." He didn't want to irritate each other.

　　 "Yes, it is really not easy to have a glamorous image in Hollywood."

Dr. Roman sighed: "In order to help her manage her image, I plan to spend some money. After all, she said that she has the opportunity to seek an important supporting role who is likely to compete for the Oscar, but I am not very knowledgeable. Well……"

　　 "Cough..."

　　 Song Ya almost laughed out loud, Hallie is really a good man, but I don’t know how many spare tires like Doctor Roman have...

　　 "You should ask her yourself, I may not know Hollywood well, John."