Chicago 1990

Although it has been used for his own use to some extent, although he is unrelenting in collecting his own money, Vick McGee's attitude remains consistently bad, "I know it's not you, because you kid doesn't have the guts." He patted his arms. The cash, teased with a deliberately lowered voice.

"You still understand me."

Song Ya shrugged, and he would not be angry because of it.

"Stay away from my daughter!"

He didn't expect Song Ya to confess shamelessly. He had to warn him with a narrow smile, and then slammed his shoulders away from the old Mike and left.

Not really, today, after twelve o'clock, I will say today, Song Ya happened to make an appointment with Cassidy to watch a movie at night.

Shooting for twelve hours in a row, finally ended the shooting of the low-cost MV Feel It Still, "I will cut the film when I have time when I return to Los Angeles." Zach Schneider yawned and said goodbye to Song Ya.

"How are your short films? You feel like you have been busy these months."

Song Ya can't leave for the time being. As a producer, he has to stare at the crew to pack the equipment and black-and-white TV sets and other props.

"Making a movie is not that simple."

Zach Schneider began to complain. He saved some money from the MV in the past two years, but when it was his turn to be caught by his own screenwriter, producer and director, he got messed up. First of all, the more the script was written, the more ambitions became, and then he realized that the budget might be overrun, so he had to go back. Then, when choosing the actors, one didn't control it. Two Hollywood third-tier actors were selected. The filming was unexpectedly overdue. The two actors left the crew because of the schedule, and then it was a tragedy. Now I have to wait for the other party's schedule to be empty and continue shooting.

"Then why are you so busy now?" Song Ya asked.

"I picked up three MVs, including four of you." He doesn't have to worry about not having a job, and because of Song Ya's relationship, he has a good reputation in the circle, especially low-cost MVs and advertisements. There are many job opportunities.

"Well, I wish you success, let me know when the video comes out."

Song Ya sent him away. In the afternoon, he fell asleep until he woke up naturally. He gently pulled out his arms from under the heads of two blonde girls on the left and the right. After washing, he disguised himself with the help of old Mike. The two drove to a parking lot in the city, taking advantage of the time lag before the paparazzi could catch up, and got into the Kasidi car that had been waiting there early.

Cassidy left the driver's seat to the old Mike, and quickly ran into the back row to hug Song Ya.

"What film did you pick today?" Song Ya asked after the two kissed each other.

"Sneakers, my studies are a bit heavy lately, I didn't pay much attention to the movie news, so I just bought a new film that was No. 1 at the box office." She explained.

"Are you still studying hard?" Song Ya knew that her grades were among the best in her grade.

"I want to enter the University of Chicago too." She said shyly.

A little clingy, dear girl, hey, "Then I will help you get the introducer then?" Song Ya asked.

"Okay, okay." She was so happy, it was still a bit difficult for a middle-class family to get a strong letter of introduction, especially his dad's kind of crude.

The three entered the cinema, and there were a lot of people watching the movie. Cassidy only bought the back seat in the corner. Old Mike sat beside him to separate the people and protect him by the way.

Before the beginning of the movie, the two kissed and made a ball again. This time the location was very good. Although it was not convenient to watch the movie, the corner was the least noticeable.

When the name of the movie appeared on the screen, "Sneaky, ha." Song Ya pulled out the hand of the mischief.

"Maybe it didn't mean that," she said breathlessly.

The word Sneakers originally meant rubber-soled shoes, but was later extended to sports shoes in the United States. It also has another meaning. It is used by prison inmates to refer to those annoying prison guards (the guards were all wearing rubber-soled shoes at the time), which meant sneaky Or the guy who keeps spying (the cell) sneakily.

Neither of them did their homework. They didn't know what the movie was about. The plot was a bit slow at the beginning, Song Ya was not there anymore, and his movements became more and more presumptuous.

It's a pity that the obedient girls were too courageous. About twenty minutes later, the two began to pay attention to the plot again, just at this time the movie began to be exciting.

"Huh?" Song Ya watched intently for a while, and found that this was a story about hackers. The protagonist's stalker team battled wits with criminals, and the battlefield was the computer network world.

The concept of hackers has been around for a long time. Since the 1970s, the first National Bank of Chicago was hacked into the computer system of the bank by stealing calls through special methods, and 70 million dollars were lost. Almost all people have fresh memories of this shocking case.

This film is the first time that people of this era are presented with a very high-tech struggle in front of the audience. Song Ya feels that it is still the routine of Hollywood standard crime movies. It also makes hacking skills a bit mysterious, but other audiences still see it. Very focused, and of course the standard ending for the American male protagonist to save the world, everyone is very satisfied.

After watching, the two went to a nearby restaurant for a romantic candlelight dinner.

"Uh, uh."

The sweet date night made Cassiti very happy. She kept chattering about movie plots and school fun with excitement. Song Ya put her hand on her chin and dealt with it carelessly.

"What's wrong with you? Something on your mind?" Cassiti felt it naturally, and she asked.

"I was thinking about the movie just now..."

Song Ya didn't know how to describe it, "There is always something in my mind that I can't remember, but I can't remember it." He felt that it was similar to the thoughts and unknown words that suddenly appeared in his mind in the past, and it was caused by fuzzy memories about the future. , "May I make a call?"

"Please, dear." Cassidy bowed her head obediently to deal with the food.

Song Ya took out his cell phone and didn't know who to call for a while. He hesitated for a long time and dialed Dile's number. "Dile, what is Andrew's number? Is he by your side? Okay, let him take the call."

"Andrew, how much do you know about computer networks?" he asked.

"Don't you understand? I heard that you bought a lot of Cisco stock, it is a network equipment manufacturer." A+ Records technical house replied.

"Uh, cough cough, I want to deepen my understanding, do you know where I can teach me these things?" Song Ya asked.

"NCSA is in Illinois, we often visit, next time we go together?" Andrew replied.

"What is NCSA?"

"The National Center for Supercomputer Applications, in UIUC (University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign)."

"Okay, I see, I will look for you when I have time."

"No problem, you are the boss."

Song Ya hung up the phone.

"It's done?" Cassidy asked.

"Small question." Song Ya remembered the true purpose of finding the girl in front of him. "By the way, is Vic still happy when he returned to his original position?" He was cutting the steak while inquiring around.

"My dad is very busy recently, you know, those things about Nancheng."

Cassidy said distressedly: "My family and I are afraid that he will be in danger."

"Fighting crime, your father is a hero." Song Ya knows what she likes to listen to.

"Thank you, he is an upright person." Of course, Cassiti was very happy. "No way, the job of a police officer...I and my family are used to it. I heard that he will be busier next month, and even for a while. I can’t contact my home when I go home."

"Oh?" Song Ya's hand was slow for a second, "Why?"

"I don't know, he just said it was a big case."

"So..."

After the date, the two returned to the parking lot and slipped into Songya's Benz armored car, while Old Mike stayed in Cassidy's car and read the newspaper.

One weekend, Song Ya was preparing to shoot the MV of Show me the money, and finally received Claire's invitation to a charity dinner.

"Are we misunderstanding? APLUS."

This time Claire became very indifferent, taller and sharper, and a little sullen.

"How do you say?" Song Ya pretended to be ignorant.

"I think we can be honest and honest, can't you?" She turned to lead the way, "You don't need to be so sneaky."

"I don't quite understand..." Song Ya stepped forward to keep up.

She stopped talking and opened the door of a small living room, "Don't let the matter between you affect my career." She stood at the door and said to it, but she didn't mean to go in.

Song Ya owed her and walked into the small meeting room, "Mr. Underwood." He saw Underwood, alone.

Claire closed the door from the outside.

"Don't care about her attitude, APLUS, come here."

Underwood was still so enthusiastic and determined, beckoning to Song Ya, "How is that going on?"

"I'm still evaluating for the time being." Song Ya shook hands with him in the past. "This meeting was an accident, right? Congressman Underwood, Doug told me not to contact you during this time."

"Very good rhetoric, APLUS."

Underwood retracted his hand and narrowed his eyes. "Well, I came to you on the initiative because I heard Claire say that you stopped working with her charity organization. She is a very independent woman, and your approach makes her very uncomfortable. happy."

"No? It may be a matter of accounting procedures. I have had a good cooperation with her."

Of course Song Ya would not admit it, independent of Mao!It’s not because of you why I donated so much money to her, is it really all spent on charity?

"Haha, let's not talk about this." Underwood patted him on the shoulder, "I am forgiving APLUS, your previous overseas investment consulting firm's method is completely inoperable."

"If there is no operability, then I cannot take other risks."

Since the other party is so direct, Song Ya no longer hides it. "Tens of millions of knives are thrown into the unclear road ahead, to thunder for the creditor consortium. I might as well just withdraw and use the money to do other things. To invest in some other people."

"what!"

He gave a short laugh, contemptuously, "Are you serious? You want to reconsider our cooperation?"

"Capital always seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages. Of course, I personally trust you infinitely. Mr. Underwood, I admired you very much when I was still living in the slums of South City." Song Ya replied: "You don't have to worry about me Loyal, but Doug said that if I quit, I will lose upper-level relationships, and that’s what he said.

"Then don't worry about it."

Underwood waved his hand, as if to get rid of all the unhappiness, "Put the money in, you can still give me complete trust, I will even come forward to promise you when appropriate, uh..." He paused. "I can't guarantee the risks on the party side, but you can rest assured on my side. I only stop here."

Song Ya sighed, thinking fast.

"This is not a matter for you and me, kid, it's not anymore." He added.

"Okay, but I still want to hear a good offer first."

"Damn, I really don't want to talk to a stinky seventeen-year-old child in an adult voice, but you fucking listen to me now!"

Underwood suddenly broke out, like an irritated lion, he took two steps forward and looked directly at Song Ya fiercely, "Before next month, put your damn money in! Hear it? Otherwise you're done. , Who do you think I am!? Do you know the meaning of the majority party whip of the world's most powerful country? BOY!"

Song Ya felt that the previous request for a quotation was a bit too far, and he did not have a good grasp of the scale, but now is not the time to regret swallowing the words back. "Congressman Underwood, I came from a slum..."

He raised his head slightly, "Those black players and singers with the same background as me often spend their money and bankrupt their families just after they retired or become popular. Moreover, this group almost never accepts the lessons of the predecessors, so don’t point out. I must have followed in their footsteps someday. I can’t control my lower body on an impulse, shoot a gun on an impulse, buy a junk bond on an impulse, and use all kinds of postures. It may also be a destiny. Since it is destined to end, what can I fear to lose?"

On the contrary, Underwood laughed angrily, "The basis of our cooperation is not your awareness."

"I will be a very good collaborator, Senator Underwood, you can test me as much as you can, in an adult manner, no problem."

Song Ya spread his hands, "I donated one million dollars to Senator Gore, and I got a handshake and sat back in the first row of the dinner party, and then continued to be kept in the dark. I have no complaints, I have money!"

This time it was Underwood's turn to be speechless. He sighed, "Okay, OK, let me give you some more details..."