Chicago 1990

On Sunday, in the office of the Governor of Illinois in Springfield, Ms. Sloan enjoyed the art furnishings in the house with great interest.

"Peter's predecessor quietly took away some porcelain and oil paintings that he heard were very good."

The governor's wife Alicia Flock acts as a tour guide.

"Have you pursued it?" Sloan looked at the picture of the former governor on the wall.

"Ha ha……"

Alicia pouted and shrugged, "By the way, where did you learn painting before?"

"Painting? Why do you say that?" Sloan was strange.

"Don't pretend, the watercolor painting in your room is of very good level. It seems to be professionally trained." Alicia replied.

"Oh!" Sloan smiled, "I didn't paint it, it was Dali's work."

"Dali? Salvador Dali?" Alicia opened her eyes wide.

"It doesn't look like a masterpiece, right? APLUS has a poor eye for picking up artworks." Sloan waved his hand and vomited.

"Ah!?"

Alicia squeezed her throat in exclaim, and asked, "He bought it? Did he give it to you?"

"Ok."

The painting was sent to her by Mrs. Astor’s along with that photo of APLUS and the big guys. Alicia’s response in a daze after getting the affirmative answer made her a little funny, bending over to look at an antique Ring the clock, "Did you taste it?"

"No! No, how come."

Alicia denied it first. After reacting, she took the lady Kun bag in her hand and patted Sloan's ass, "Be careful when you speak here! Big mouth!"

"You..." Sloan was about to fight back when there was noisy leather shoes stepping on the floor and talking with a man in the corridor outside, so he straightened up and stood beside Alicia.

"The ambulance drove into Highland Park in the middle of the night, and there was something written in the tabloid..."

The chief of staff in the governor’s office, Eli, opened the door with a smile, and APLUS’s loud voice came in first, “The old thing didn’t help me at all. I have to take time to visit him in the hospital when I look back. You really shouldn’t invite him. Pierre."

Pierre Sutton, chairman of Inner City Broadcasting Company, laughed, "Shall we go to the hospital together tonight?"

"Uh...no, I'll find time again. The schedule is all arranged by Mike." Song Ya grumbled confidently and strode into the door. "It's an honor to see you, Mrs. Flock, Sloan."

Alicia secretly twisted his arm on the face of the two ladies. It was really inexplicable, and he couldn't show it yet. He looked at Sloan aggrievedly without any hint.

"Everyone, please wait a moment, Mr. Governor will be there soon, Mrs. Flock, let the guests visit first? Thank you."

Eli confessed and left in a hurry.

"Hello, Mr. Sutton, Mr. Jackson, Pastor William, Michelle... is this your husband?"

Alicia had no choice but to continue to assume the responsibilities of the governor’s wife, standing in place to accept a group of black elites in order, "Argus." The law firm partner followed at the end, which is not very polite, "APLUS." She said: " Argus has something to tell you alone."

"Ok."

It seems that you are still dissatisfied with the business of the American music website?Song Ya glanced at Alicia, who had been showing Pierre and others to visit the office and Alicia, tilted his head to Argus, and the two found a corner tacitly.

"I'm sorry, the case with QuanMusic.com, I..."

Argus whispered a face-to-face apology for messing up the lawsuit.

"The appeal can't be lost, OK?"

It is meaningless to entangle the lost lawsuit. Song Ya warned him: "America Music website is preparing to go public next year. This is a big business. If this case is not resolved, it will disrupt all our plans. You should understand the seriousness of the matter. Argus."

"I will go all out, uh...but I still want to defend myself. In fact, the last time the lawsuit failed, the mistake of the president Mr. Dilei was also one of the important reasons. Those users who reprinted the information from the Quan Music website got Ami Some virtual incentives from Lijia Music website forums, and even physical objects in the name of rewarding active users..."

Argus’s above justification caused Song Ya to frown.

"Yes, I apologize to you again..."

During the conversation, the governor finally arrived, "APLUS, welcome." Song Ya and Pierre lined up and shook hands with Peter Flock, "Jesse, it's been a long time." He exchanged important greetings with black equal rights leader Jesse Jackson. After a few sentences, he said: "Go outside, everyone together for a photo."

So the group left the office again and walked outside, Song Ya lagging behind, whispering thanks to Peter for letting the Springfield police provide effective cooperation in later activities.

"Little things."

Peter waved his hand indifferently, "When will the foundation stone be laid for your record company and TV station project?"

"Temporarily arrange at the beginning of January to see when you are free. I will do it after the third," Song Ya replied.

"OK, let your people contact Eli and arrange the itinerary."

The governor was very satisfied. After taking a photo with the black elites, he went back to work on his government affairs. He would not appear during the speech. Song Ya and others will continue their journey after visiting the governor.

In the Oak Ridge Cemetery on the outskirts of Springfield, Vic McGee, a civil servant who has been working for a long time, was holding hot coffee, and his colleagues stared at the long crowd marching from the direction of the former residence of Lord Lincoln. The weather forecast was half right. Snow, but the wind is not small.

The local police force was not enough. He was seconded. "Frozen to death you Nger!" He looked at a black man who was bloated and headed towards the wind, smirked and cursed with a belt on his beer belly. Hey! It's me."

There should be no violent incidents in today’s parade. The police officers were very relaxed, looking for places to hide from the wind. Vic and others huddled behind a public telephone booth to fish, and waited for colleagues to finish talking on the phone. He got in immediately.

It was even warmer in the small phone booth. He heaved into his palm and picked up the handset, "Cashetti, won't you be back for Christmas?" Hang up the phone for his eldest daughter in Alaska.

"No, Mayor Palin is about to take office. I'm busy with work here."

Kasidi, who has already joined Sara Palin's team into the office of the Mayor of Wahira and serves as an administrative assistant, said, "Say hello to my mother and my siblings."

"I will, do I need to send money?" Vic asked.

"No, I'll start getting my salary in January next year." How could Cassidy lack money? Of course, I can't tell my father where it came from.

"Well, also say hello to Mayor Palin for me and tell her that your father likes her political views."

"Got it."

"It's cold in Alaska right now?"

"Speaking of it, don't believe it, it's warmer than Chicago."

The father and daughter talked for a long time. Cathy put down the phone and got busy again. Her current job is to follow Sara Palin, sum up her opinions on the mayor’s office decoration, and then forward it to the decoration company and other documents. Chores.

The female mayor’s princess is also very ill. She is very picky about decoration and often changes her mind, so she hasn't settled it after only half a month since she took office.

Working in the dark until the end of get off work, he knocked on the door and walked into the mayor's office to report to his work. Sarah Palin was watching the news with his staff,'shhh', turned his head and motioned to him not to speak, wait.

'APLUS gave a speech today in front of the Lincoln Memorial in Springfield, continuing to criticize the so-called systemic persecution and media pursuit of him...'

Reported by local TV station.

"This kid makes a lot of trouble!" One of the staff sneered, and the other white people in the room chuckled.

Cassidy saw the man wearing a long black trench coat in the picture, smiling and shaking hands with Jesse Jackson and walking onto the podium. She was delighted, and immediately glanced at the other people in the room and found that no one was paying attention to herself and stood on the sofa. Behind the scenes, I watched idiotically.

"Thank you, thank you for your wonderful speech just now by Pastor Jackson."

Springfield is the place where Lincoln worked as a practicing lawyer, and he was buried here. Therefore, there are many memorial buildings here, such as former residences, cemeteries, libraries, museums, and monuments. It is a good tourist attraction. In front of the towering granite obelisk and bronze statue monument of the former commander who had made great contributions to the black people, Song Ya took a deep breath of the cold air, calmly and calmly took out the speech, and said in a half-flowing voice: "In 1860, Lincoln was elected chief here and took the train to Washington for his post..."

"More than a hundred years have passed. After experiencing the Civil War and the affirmative movement, America is still a country full of discrimination and systematic persecution against African Americans and other ethnic minorities..."

"Here today, I don’t want to talk about my personal experience, but take this opportunity to talk to you about some bad signs in the US media. Those who ignore the principle of fairness and use media hegemony to mislead the people and systematically treat minorities. The persecuted media."

"Lincoln said that you may deceive everyone at a certain moment, or you may deceive some people at all times, but it is impossible to deceive everyone at all times. I think this has been forgotten by many media people. They wantonly Lying, ignoring the facts and historical truth, they turned around and believed in the lie that repeated a thousand times is the truth. They are the ghosts of Goebbels who still stubbornly wandered over the United States at the end of the 20th century."

"But I think they will fail, because history will definitely give a fair evaluation in the end!"

"When it comes to history, I think history is the only indisputable truth in the world. What happened in the past cannot be changed and cannot be undone. My mother is my mother, and my mother's grandfather is her grandfather. Everything that I did in it may not be as well known as the slaughter and enslavement of Indians and Jews and all black people, but it happened absolutely and surely... It’s more than one plus one equals two, isn’t it? My college mathematics score is still better. Yes, I know maybe someday someone will prove that one plus one is not equal to two. This is likely to happen..."

Damon Dash's house in Brooklyn, New York, "What is this guy talking about?" Jazzy complained to his brother while watching TV, "One plus one doesn't mean two are all out. Those Ngers out there understand the hell. ."

"Maybe he didn't want everyone to understand at all." Damon Dash said.

The wisest guy in Brooklyn has guessed the truth. Song Ya wants to fight back on FoxNews and show his attitude, but he also wants to cool down the protests in New York. Christmas and New Year are coming soon. The old relationship here, For example, the police commissioner of the city government is also afraid that a major event will cause the whole thing to get out of control.

Therefore, try to avoid inflammatory remarks, so he said halfway, "Believe in the wisdom and judgment of all ethnic minorities. I believe they will sneer at the incitement of the media and false news, and their composure and self-esteem in a peaceful and private environment. After thinking about it, choose whether to express support for our cause.'

"My mother's grandfather lived in Cameroon all his life. I would not say that he was a black slave who was enslaved in the southern state. This is the biggest difference between me and some media. I would not make up lies and use fake news to get some benefits. Others. When I left Chicago for the first time in New York, I was a poor boy in second-hand clothes..."

'D...D...D...'

In the Affiliated Hospital of the University of Chicago School of Medicine, apart from APLUS’s speech, there was only the ticking of medical instruments. Rashida looked back at his father who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, sniffed guiltily, and turned his eyes back to the TV. .

APLUS is located in the center of the picture like yesterday in Highland Park. It is different from yesterday when he was surrounded by white elites such as Fox Group and Fox Pictures to please, applaud, shake hands, and toast to him together. Today, he is surrounded by serious faces. , Jesse Jackson, Malcolm X’s widow, Pierre Sutton, Chicago local pastor, affirmative lawyer, black politician and others with a look of grief and indignation, the battle of the stars is like another Dr. King.

"Regardless of whether I have money or not, I will challenge every time I encounter discrimination and practice Lincoln's dream of liberating slaves and everyone being equal. I know that history will prove that what I did is undoubtedly correct. , I am willing to fight for it all my life."

"The discrimination and systemic persecution against us must stop, and media practitioners who violate the principle of fairness must be punished... I stand like this, there is nothing else."

APLUS’s handsome face looked directly at the camera coldly, as if staring at him, Rashida held his face and continued to look, waiting for him to finish his very handsome last sentence, before the dark crowd under the podium began to applaud and cheer. While hugging Jesse Jackson and Malcolm X’s widow, the girl leaned softly against the iron railing at the end of the bed.

'Boom!'

Murdoch was pushed aside by FoxNews President Roger Ailes at the office door of News Corp. He strode in, gave the'little man' angrily, and then looked at Murdoch behind the desk. Why did you suddenly stop Hannity’s column!?"

"Hannedy's indiscreetly discriminatory remarks against female guests last week are very inappropriate."

The villain answered on behalf of the boss.

"This is not the truth!"

Roger Ayres didn't bother to pay attention to him, and continued to question Murdoch, "You were bought by that kid for 60 million dollars, right? In order to save your messy film company!? Today the news has spread all over."

"It has nothing to do, Roger."

Murdoch replied helplessly: "And Taili only punished Hannedy a little, and he could come back by issuing an apology to the lady."

"Hannedy is mine! I won't let my people be insulted like this!" Roger Ayres growled.

"Your guy? FoxNews belongs to News Corporation! Roger!" The villain slammed the fire. "Your anchors should take into account the fairness of the media."

"The principle of fairness has long been abolished!"

Roger Ayres glanced at him disdainfully, "Our target group does not need fairness principles. They watch my TV station just to get recognition and what they want to see. Those liberals are full of lies and only know to attack the American government. With the country, every reporter takes the discovery of another Watergate scandal as his life goal. He thinks he has the only truth, and regards ordinary Americans as ignorant gangsters. He loves foreigners more than Americans..."

"We have to keep a little bit decent." The villain said, "If you really want our number of subscribers to exceed CUU."

"Fuck you decently! Let's do this..."

Roger Ayres stood in front of the villain and stared at him, "I want you to go, or I go, or Hannity comes back, or I go. This is an ultimatum, let's make a decision! Mr. Doc." After the showdown, he slammed the door and left.

"I don't think we can control him." The villain said.

"call……"

Murdoch did not respond, and sighed in distress, but suddenly the door was pushed open again, and Roger Ayres walked back, "Which one of you has coins?"

"coin?"

"Twenty-five meters will do."

Murdoch was stumped by this nonsensical question. He touched his pocket but didn't find the coin.

"I have got."

The villain took a coin, Roger Ayres took it away in a whirlwind, slammed the door again, left the News Corporation building, found a public telephone booth on the side of the road, and watched the number in the mobile phone call back. In the past, "Mr. Cheney..."

"I know where the border is, and I know how to report the Barn case!"

"So you are also teaching me to do things? You are also teaching me to do things!?"

"I don't know what it means to end here! I am a newsman and you are not!"

"You politicians with no lower limit..."

After chatting with the former Secretary of Defense of the Elephant Party for a few minutes, he yelled and yelled, his fat face turned into pig liver-colored, "Well, I know how to do it, but you owe me once, M-Fxxk!"

Finally, he was softened, but he became even more angry. He had nowhere to vent his anger and slammed the microphone back into the phone. When he walked out, he touched his nose and bleeds again. "Ah!" He yelled and fainted in the street. past.

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