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 singing, Song Ya quickly found Michelle with a look of embarrassment, "Can you pinch 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 okay?"

"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 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.

After Song Ya entered, he was met with a polite attention, probably because of his casual dress.

The black female assistant who had been to the school last time took them to the dining table and said, "Use what 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 cared about this.

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

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

Song Ya was a little 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 young man 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. .

"Twenty years ago, you didn't comment on me that way. 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 and Claire will take over. Of course, this is not really appropriate, because she has always managed everything about me."

Song Ya laughed again with the people.

"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 again.

After changing a few songs, "Ladies and gentlemen, APLUS, I feel it coming." Following Claire’s introduction, Song Ya came on stage and shook hands with her with a smile. Dila and Al were already ready, and the prelude sounded. He learned his lesson and sang it carefully.

Fortunately, he did not roll over again, and 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. Of course, thank you for donating to my campaign." Senator Underwood embraced him affectionately. Shoulder, Claire smiled.

"That said, I'm your fan congressman, 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, you and Congressman Underwood have also achieved success in their careers, haven't they?"

The other party lowered his head and smiled, "Did you come from Michele 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, it seemed that a senior ANC spoke of support for polygamy.

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

"Uh, this person does not represent Mandela?" Song Ya secretly put himself in for Michelle, which was quite embarrassing.

"Yes."

Claire didn't dwell on the subject, he took out a business card from his handbag, "An old friend from Chicago asked you to contact him."

It seems that Michelle made no mistake when he said that the other party was a broker. Song Ya took the business card, and it was another Michael, the CEO of CAA, Michael Ovitz.

"Wow, big shot." Song Ya knows that the 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."

He said goodbye with his business card in his pocket, and a white man in his thirties was already waiting at the door.

"APLUS is it? John, 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 stunned. "Who is 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, he and I met last year."

Dr. Roman is a mediocre-looking man who is not sociable. He talked about the relationship between the two and said, "Hehe, I'm not afraid of you making a joke. 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 felt 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 she doesn't know how many spare tires like Doctor Roman have...

"Ask her yourself, I may not know Hollywood yet, John."