Chicago 1990

"Mmmmmmmm ......"

Mariah Carey was stuck in an upscale restaurant where journalists, local New York political reporters, and paparazzi mingled, and two waiters, led by their foreman, struggled to keep them out with open arms.

Mariah Carey asked her assistant, in a confused voice, "Why won't the dead man answer his phone?"

"No." The assistant replied.

The important guests she had specially hosted today, one of the DreamWorks trio, Katzenberg, and another DIVA, Whitney Houston, awkwardly dealt with their food, "Hahahaha!" Whitney Houston, one not holding back, suddenly burst out laughing, clutching her knife and fork.

"Ummmm ...... Mr. Katzenberg, this won't interfere with Whitney and I singing the Prince of Egypt theme song, will it?"

She couldn't care less about being laughed at by Whitney Houston and continued to ask questions in a cryptic voice.

Celine Dion has become the brightest DIVA of the moment by singing the theme song of the Titanic, the big ship has been box office fifteen consecutive titles, she has a sense of crisis, Whitney Houston has not released a special for more than a year, the two hit it off, the two plan to jointly lend their voices in the blockbuster theme song, and Katzenberg's dream factory animation blockbuster Prince of Egypt collaboration.

"So what Lewinsky said is true?" Katzenberg asked rhetorically.

"......"

Not daring to answer without professional public relations advice, Mariah Carey scanned the restaurant, where other guests, presumably unaware of the news, were craning their necks in surprise and disgust to observe the messy doorway.

"Excuse me, Mr. Katzenberg, Whitney."

Thank goodness Sandy Glenn, the manager, arrived just in time, "Mimi, come with me and get out of here, lure the paparazzi away, Mr. Katzenberg can't be found here by them."

"Okay."

Mariah Carey took her small makeup kit out of her bag to refill her makeup, "How do I respond?"

"Just don't talk yet, just go. Sorry, Mr. Katzenberg, Whitney."

Sandy Glenn hurriedly led the way.

Mariah Carey put on her sunglasses and bowed her head as he and his assistant led the way out to join the bodyguard.

"Miss Kelly! Did you and APLUS really ...... during your visit to the White House?"

"Is Lewinsky telling the truth?"

"Are you really on that solemn occasion ......"

The reporters were all talking, the cameraman was no longer concerned with maintaining basic courtesy to the actress, the microphone and camera were directed at her face, people were crowded into the center of the circle, and there was an angry white lady on the outskirts shouting, 'You're blaspheming there! The words.

A squirming Mariah Carey was so frightened that she raised her orchid finger and blocked the big diamond ring in the shape of a butterfly in front of her face.

"Move over! Please move aside!"

Sandy Glenn and her bodyguards reluctantly escorted her into the car.

"Got through!" The assistant followed in and reported loudly.

"It's all your fault!" She picked up her phone and dumped it.

"Who knew people in the White House had big mouths like that ......"

"What? You speak louder!"

"How was I supposed to know there was a mole in the White House? ......"

Sonia put up her collar, craned her neck, and leaned against the door of the terminal as she peered in and said, "Besides, didn't you say you wanted to leave a memory of that time?"

"I didn't say that! It's all your fault!"

"Okay, okay, blame me, blame me ......"

"So what now?"

"I just talked to someone about that? We can't admit that Lewinsky is telling the truth anyway, that would be side evidence that she's also telling the truth about the current Chancellor,"

Sonja replied. He had just talked to Peter and on the phone with Underwood? That's about the size of it for now.

"So that's a denial, then? I'm so scared? The reporters are like crazy... ......"

Mariah Carey turned her head to look out the window of the car at the silhouettes of people and the constant flashing lights? Keep crying.

"And don't deny it, don't say it too deadly, it'll be bad if you get hit in the face? I think the Chancellor might be thinking of using us to distract him and Lewinsky from the media? Be prepared for the heat to be on for a short time."

"How do we get punched in the face? Is there a closed-circuit television in the east hall bathroom?"

"That's impossible, but you were a little loud I remember."

"......"

"Okay, okay, so it's not a big deal? We were married? Righteously so? It's not like Lewinsky and ...... is it? Anyway, I'll call you when I get to China? Is the flight coming up? That's it for now? Tell your agent and media relations."

"What's done! You're not going anywhere! Hello? Hello!?"

The phone beeps with a busy signal, "I'm pissed off! Running away! Irresponsible man! No balls!"

Mariah Carey slammed her phone down and her extended Lincoln was already on the road, all the glow of motorcycle lights behind her.

"Whew!"

Sonia exhaled, he hung up because he saw the end of Peter's little press conference on the tarmac before his departure? Peter put his arm around his wife Alicia? The couple smiled lovingly and waved to the camera, and then turned to the Boeing 747 that served as a backdrop. Then he turned and walked to the Boeing 747 that served as a backdrop.

The few journalists who were present left the room, and the cameraman began to pack up his equipment. The cameraman also began to pack up his equipment.

He fixes his collar to make it stand up straighter, then turns the back of his head toward the reporters? He ran away.

Old Mike ran after him, dragging his suitcase with one hand and carrying a large duffel bag with the other.

"Right! Governor Flock, this time you and the business community of this state ......"

I never expected a reporter to call out to Peter and add a question.

"Our industrial and mining, machinery manufacturing, commodities and futures trading industries are very complementary to those of China, and I am optimistic that ......"

Peter enjoys the idea that his trip to China is creating opportunities for multinational corporations and local jobs, and returns to his rambling.

Just twenty meters or so out of the terminal, Sonja had to make a detour and duck back again, and in the camera was a sturdy shadow in the corner of the shot, and then an old white man panting from behind.

Fortunately, the cameraman didn't notice.

When the interview was finally over, Peter and Alicia stood in front of the plane's cabin door waving their hands down at each other for a long time, and Sonja didn't decide to charge again until they entered the cabin.

This time it went smoothly, as he spotted a big fat white guy from the business delegation that was lined up to board the plane, ran over and hid his body in the shadows of the others.

"APLUS?"

The big fat man recognized him as an acquaintance who had worked with Caterpillar executives in the Barnes equipment resale, Aquinas.

"Hello, how are you?"

Aquinas' voice drew the attention of the others, all of whom were high-ranking executives of major multinational companies, naturally well-informed, and all of whom curled their lips to salute themselves in unison.

"The White House is interesting, isn't it?"

An old white man with a golden M badge pinned to his chest asked back. "Hahaha!" The others stopped pretending and laughed.

"Huh." Sonja, not knowing how to reply, snorted through his nostrils.

"I've been to the East Hall." The old white man said again. The crowd laughed again.

"Hmm."

"You've met Lewinsky? The intern?"

"Not impressed."

"Hey, speaking of which, although you have Chinese blood, this is the first time you've been there, right?"

"Yeah."

As everyone followed the queue up the boarding ladder, the old white man continued to show off, "We've had a store there since 1990, and they love rice food and rice life. Our largest square footage store in the world is there, the highest sales record is there, and the highest average spend per transaction is set there."

"Wow."

"Yes, we were one step ahead, in the world's largest and most promising market!"

The old white guy at the M is proudly bragging, "So why did Buffett's Berkshire Hathaway liquidate your family's stock last year?" There's a guy at the front of the line who sounds upset that he's not like him.

"Uh ......"

The old white man was tongue-tied, "Never mind, let's talk about the East Hall bathroom."

"Hahaha!"

Sonia shamelessly boarded the plane, Peter and Alicia patiently guarded the entrance and shook hands with everyone, "APLUS, it's just tidbits, don't ...... poof!" Peter said and suddenly laughed.

"I don't care."

Sonja nuzzled the woman's palm as she shook Alicia's hand, and Sonja followed her gaze to the bathroom not far from the entrance.

Don't you dare copy that. It's crazy, don't dare, looking for excitement isn't looking for death.

The business delegation and Peter's gubernatorial team were not in the same cabin, so Sonja took old Mike and chose to sit in a row with Aquinas' Caterpillar group.

There were enough seats in the 747, and everyone was sparsely seated in their respective corporate 'camps'.

After a while, a young-looking white man in a suit ran in, and the stewardess closed the door.

The man looked around with a stack of photos in his hand, "Mr. Aquinas, I'm from the Department of Commerce ......." He finally picked Aquinas, introduced himself and asked if he could switch seats.

"CIA."

The kind-hearted Aquinas whispered a reminder in his ear before heading to the other seat, too fat and his beer belly wiping Sonia's face like a meat towel as he passed by.

"APLUS, the Chancellor hopes you've been cooperating with public opinion lately." The man using the name of a Commerce Department employee whispered to Sonja through the noise of the plane's liftoff.

"Oh, I guessed that."

What else could I do? "I obliged." Sonia said pretty words.

"Great, I thank you on behalf of him and his wife."