Chicago 1990

The permanent resident population of Wasilla, Alaska is only about 10,000, and the pace of life is very slow. It is still early to the next round of elections. The beautiful mayor Sarah Palin is busy fighting trivial matters with the innocent city council on funding thousands of dollars for the museum. Slobber.

"The State Mining Association has a reception dinner in the evening, the same place."

When the donkey party opponent was so angry that he was holding her forehead behind her desk in a daze, Mayor Assistant Kasidi walked in lightly and put an invitation letter on her desk, "Are you going to relax?"

"Great!"

Sara Palin immediately picked up the phone and informed her husband, "Uh, Cassidy, help me go to school..."

"Ok."

The two had a tacit understanding. Cassidy drove the second-hand car he bought here and left the city hall to pick up a pair of children of the mayor at an elementary school a few blocks away.

"Hey."

As she got out of the car with two cute children one by one, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind, "Daddy?" She turned her head, and the bald old Daddy Vic McGee was standing behind her.

"It's so good now..."

Vic smiled, and the evil man's face showed mismatched loving eyes.

"What's this? Oh..." Cassidy followed her father's gaze, and suddenly had a fever on her face, "It's the child of the mayor's house, why are you here? Don't make a call in advance."

"Emergency business, I will stop by to see you when I have the opportunity." Vic replied.

"really?"

A police officer in a small town in Illinois will be sent to Alaska?She was dubious.

"I will leave at night. The suspect may have fled to a neighboring city." Vic said.

"Ok, wait for me, I'll come out right away." She sent the two children back to Sara Palin's office, and smoothly asked for leave to leave early. "I know a good restaurant."

"Don't you invite me to your place?" Vic got into her car. "It's a rare occasion. Your mother also asked me to come and see how you are doing?"

"Well, not far, it's very small here."

Also a few blocks away, Cassidy drove the car to the apartment building she rented and took her father up, "How about?" She opened the door.

"Wow."

The room was very tidy and clean. Old detective Vic quickly probed into the bedroom and saw that there was no sign of a man at a glance. He was a little disappointed, "Did you meet the right boy here? No one asked you to watch the Titanic?"

"We said long ago not to talk about this topic." Cassidy feinted.

"Okay, okay, I won't say."

Vic raised his hands and surrendered. The father and daughter talked about family matters, his younger sibling’s autism, and Cassiti’s mother, his ex-wife, followed a group of persistent residents in class actions against multinational daily chemical companies.

"I change my clothes."

Cathy was very happy to be ready to leave as soon as the meal arrived and take her dad to the high-end restaurants in the city.

Vic took advantage of the eldest daughter to go to the bedroom and quickly flipped through her personal belongings in the living room. The new computer, laptop, d Walkman...

It seemed that his daughter was single but had a good life, he let go of his heart.

He turned on the d player, and it turned out to be as the latest single an039thold. When he saw Song Ya's face in a white mink coat on the back, he turned off and closed it and tried the computer password. Her birthday, her birthday. wrong.

"Let's go."

Cassidy dressed up beautifully and the father and daughter went to the restaurant to continue talking, warm and happy.

"Goodbye, pay attention to safety."

After eating, the polar night sky here was pitch black. Vic took a taxi and insisted on leaving Cassidy to watch him get into the taxi and drive away.

"Ok?"

When I returned to my residence, I found that there were three rolls of rice knives and cash on the desk, which were made strong with small rubber bands.

"Really."

She was a little worried about the origin of the money, but she also knew that her father was such a person. Turning on the Walkman and unlocking the computer with Song Ya's birthday, the Amerika Music website was always open, and a corner of the webpage showed a lot of in-station notifications.

"Huh!" Sure enough, it was all the replies from Rashida Jones. The woman is now a man of the ass fan special. The message always tells me that she is very familiar with As, and even has a super friendship relationship.

'asylove74 I am reluctant to reply you one last time!As had a miserable life before becoming famous!Don't talk nonsense if you don't know Chicago South City!'

'I can tell by the way you write that you are a white girl!You don’t understand what life we ​​Africans are living!'

'You don't know what happened to his house before!I know his family very well, please don't mislead other fans!'

It was a bombing of information, a dozen in a row.

'Wow, Quincy Jones' daughter who went to Harvard understands South Chicago well?'She rolled up her sleeves and crackled back.

'Ha, are you jealous?'

Rashida is probably in the same state in her Harvard dormitory, "That's why I have the artist prefix and you are just a normal user!"

'I'm so jealous, go see what your sister said in the next page?Little plum will not like her!'

"Wh... what little plum?"

Rashida Jones talked to herself and temporarily gave up tearing each other, and quickly switched to the fan page of Little Plum. Sure enough, sister Kiddada Jones just posted a post to show off her participation in the Titanic promotional activities, and later There was a'very in-depth exchange' with Xiao Li at the dinner party.

The posts are all verbal abuse from fans of Xiao Li's children. Many well-known old users also found out the identity of her former 2a girlfriend, and then ridiculed her that 2a didn't love her at all and played with women in Las Vegas.

The little plum who is now in full swing is like a walking scandal maker. All the women who have been photographed with him during this period are rumored to be his new girlfriends. In addition to Jack and Rose’s big boat fans, there are also rumored little plums who are with Johnny Depp’s ex-girlfriend Kate Moss, Bruce Willie’s ex-wife Demi Moore, and as ex-wife Mariah Carey dated.

"Cut, it's not on his 60 million..."

Rashida rolled her eyes and didn't bother to post on the forum anymore, opened the an039thold on the 3 player, holding her face and making idiots over and over again, and she suddenly started to be jealous of Shakira again, wishing to fly Beside Chicago as, replace it.

"Damn it, I really want to tell me about as!"

Unfortunately, Song Ya had already arrived in Los Angeles at this time.

After reuniting with Sloan, he squeezed fifteen dollars into his pocket without any rush, "I will see Mr. Bronfman tomorrow, don’t worry about mentioning the Latin TV station, let alone the US TV network deal. Not pretty, compliment him more."

"I know better than you how to deal with these rich three generations."

Sloan answered disdainfully.

After the Bronfman’s American TV network was sold to Barry Diller, Barry Diller would naturally not split it again. There was no chance there, but there were still some TV stations left in the global TV network in the hands of Bronfman. Long once again took a fancy to the Latin channel, which currently ranks second in the category in ratings, and is still a good quality resource.

After discussing with the people of Litman Media, Sloan thought it would be perfect as a three channels, news channel, black integrated station, and then add a Latin integrated station...

The number of Latinos in the United States is growing rapidly, and Song Ya feels that this idea is indeed good, so he put aside his business and made a special trip.

"Tomorrow I will find a chance, and you will help me."

Tomorrow, the entire Universal Records and all its label high-level conferences will have the theme of anti-piracy, and the little Bronfman will personally host it, because he is also the head of the American Record Industry Anti-piracy Association.

Before the meeting began, Song Ya and Sloan met Jr. Bronfman in his office.

"Latin TV?"

Originally, the two parties had a very happy conversation. When Song Ya took the opportunity to ask if there was a possibility of an acquisition, the little Bronfman frowned slightly, "But I didn't plan to sell it, as."

"is it?"

Song Ya and Sloan looked at each other, both of them were disappointed, "The other TV stations..."

Sloan had a backup plan, but was interrupted by the little Bronfman waved his hand, "Let’s talk about it after the meeting, as, there’s a secret party here at night, take this." He opened the drawer and threw a delicate invitation. , "It's just a male limit, sorry Ms. Sloan."

"It's ok."

The two went out with the little Bronfman and entered the large conference room, with familiar faces such as Doug Morris, President of Universal Records, Iowen, President of Tee Records, and President of Geffen Records.

"Speaking of piracy, as, your American music website is spreading pirated music, right?"

The little Bronfman who presided over the meeting read a few sentences and suddenly changed his words and looked at himself.

"Uh……"

Song Ya was suddenly stared at by dozens of eyes in the entire room, a little inexplicable, "I don't know the specifics."

"A lot of people use that 3 format to freely share our records on the forum, including your own, as."

Little Bronfman pointed here with his index finger expressionlessly, "You will get this done right away when you turn around."