Chicago 1990

"Hello there."

Cassidy waited for the other person to walk away, took care of the messy personal image, and drove out to the cafe.

"Miss Cassidy, right?"

The other party waved in the deck by the window, "What do you want to drink?"

"I'll do it myself." Cassidy called the waiter. "Thanks for a cup of American coffee."

"Yes, we should drink this. You are very beautiful, especially your hair, Miss Cassidy." The other party leaned on the chair and smiled and framed Cassidy with both hands compared to the viewfinder. "Your father is Irish. The mother is of German origin, right?"

"I thought you came to me to talk about my father's case."

Cassidy touched the blonde subconsciously, and started to pay the bill, "Sorry, I think there is a misunderstanding between us, we have nothing to talk about."

"Don't be nervous, please sit down with Miss Cassidy."

The other party smiled and raised his hand to surrender. "We really want to help Vic. Before I came, our protest document had been faxed to fbi. I believe there will be results soon."

Cassidy looked at him puzzledly.

"And this..." The other party took out a check and pushed it in front of Cassidy. "I heard that the accounts of Mr. McGee and his colleagues have been frozen? You see, this is the first batch of donations we raised. Lawyer fees There is no need to worry at all, I came here voluntarily."

Cassidy opened her mouth in surprise when she saw the number thirty-five thousand on the check.

"Of course, this is shared by your father and three other colleagues, but I just arrived in Chicago and came to find your home first. Is your mother there?" the other party asked.

"Uh, she is not here. She went to my grandfather's house. Just tell me what you want." Cassidy didn't tell the other party that her mother was still planning to divorce her father.

"No problem, Cathy, I know you are a top student at the University of Chicago."

The other party began to act very seriously, "I will teach you what to do. First, you have to organize your father and his colleagues' relatives and friends, and then let me act for you to negotiate with the Chicago police, police and firefighting staff, and fbi. ..."

"The anonymous letter is effective."

Two more days later, at Bedford Hills, Old Mike quietly reported, "The conservative white organization has approached Cassidy, and they began to unite the arrested stormtrooper relatives and friends to put pressure on all parties. Now they have a bit of momentum... "

"The red necks are really strong."

Song Ya was very comfortable with the idea of ​​sending an anonymous letter. "Let's just watch for a few days. You must keep abreast of the changes in Chicago."

On the eve of the wedding, he was so busy that he had to prepare ammunition for the upcoming trouble, "Hello, Mr. Sutton."

Public opinion is very important. He has changed his views on Passy Sutton and his Inner City Broadcasting Company. Now it is not a bad thing for him to have a media that has a good reputation and ability to build momentum among the black community, even if he loses a lot every year. , First let the immediate difficulties pass before saying, "Mr. Gordon, hello."

He also met Gordon, bet's host and well-known media person. The other party and Sutton were not here together, but they were both top media people among blacks and had a good relationship.

"As, I wish you a happy wedding in advance."

Passy Sutton and Gordon smiled and shook hands with the youngest black light in front of them. "I heard that you are interested in investing in the Inner City Broadcasting Company?" Gordon asked.

Happy newly-married...It’s not good to say that after the arrest, Mariah Carey’s attitude towards herself has changed a lot, but now that the wedding is coming soon, she doesn’t want to show it, but she is not good at hiding her emotions. Woman, Song Ya can still feel it herself.

"I don't know the specific operating conditions of Inner City Broadcasting Corporation, but Ms. Shirley Fleming is a media person I respect very much."

Even if he wanted to buy, Song Ya didn't plan to stretch his head out and let the other party take the lead. He said roundly, "I trust her very much."

"Yes, Ms. Fleming is a good friend of mine for many years, and she is also very supportive of the black media."

Passy Sutton said.

"The Inner City Broadcasting Company is very powerful. Although the operating conditions of serious news stations are not very good, there are still a large number of African-American media people who I respect very much. They are very strong and very ethical."

Gordon also took the opportunity to help old friends.

"I know, I will evaluate, and find someone to start specific work after the wedding." Song Ya nodded with a smile.

Passy Sutton was very happy to hear this, and the old man retaliated against Gordon, "You were not very happy at betting, right? Gordon."

"Me? Nothing like that." Gordon smiled bitterly.

"Johnson recently opened a new entertainment company to produce and provide movies, TV, variety shows and other content for bet."

Sutton explained, "He made up his mind to develop bets in the direction of deep entertainment."

"Bet was originally called Black Entertainment Television, isn't it?"

Song Ya didn't know what Gordon came from. "Johnson is in the right direction? I heard that bet has almost become the 21st TV station in the total number of subscribers. This is the highest achievement of an African-American media person."

"It is also the only achievement. Now the direction of the bet is set. There is not much room for serious journalists like Gordon to develop." Sutton said.

"Oh?"

Song Ya looked at Gordon, "Are you thinking?"

"I originally suggested that Mr. Johnson set up a 24-hour news channel like cuu. Now the draft telecommunications bill is being discussed in the Senate. I judge that cable TV stations will soon be loosened. Now nbc, cbs, abc and fox will all enter cuu. A series of 24-hour news stations are being built in full swing in the original field of China. I think our black community should also have our own 24-hour news station."

Gordon complained, "But he doesn't support my idea."

"That kind of news station is really too expensive. It needs reporters stationed around the world..."

Song Ya said on the matter, "Although bet is so successful, it is still not strong in that field, right? After all, the competition will be unprecedentedly fierce in the future, but the opponents are very strong top TV networks."

"World news has nothing to pay attention to for the black community. Our main focus has always been at home."

Gordon said: "Many black elites also support this idea, so I have been looking for opportunities recently."

"Yes, this idea is great." Sutton agreed.

"But you would..." Song Ya looked at him hesitantly.

"Yes, Mr. Johnson would be very unhappy in this way, but now my career development has encountered a bottleneck."

Gordon knew what he meant by what he didn't say.

"I understand."

Song Ya nodded. Gordon is already a top African-American news anchor. Now he may be ambitiously looking forward to the position of TV station management and even the founder. If bet sets its development direction on entertainment content, he is a news anchor, personal The development has indeed come to an end.

"A few million can start a new TV station. As, Johnson himself started bet when he got John Malone's 200,000 meters. Of course, the channel resources he provided are more precious. The cost of admission to this industry is not beyond imagination. As big as in."

Gordon finally explained his intentions, "The competition between various cable TV operators will become more and more fierce. They need channel resources and they need subscribers. As long as they can bring subscribers to them, the TV station will quickly get on track."

Here comes to ask for money again...

Also lie to me, let alone the competitive environment when Johnson founded bet and the inflation for so many years, the establishment and operation are not the same thing. Now millions of people can burn for a few months?Song Ya is a little helpless. A 24-hour news station, even if it only focuses on black news stations in the U.S., does not have a small annual maintenance cost, and competition will intensify after the telecommunications bill is passed.

"I don't know anything about this industry. I refused when Char tried to sell me the TV station in his hands, right? Linda."

He hinted to Linda.

"Yes, I will manage char's property in the future, including the specific affairs of the acquisition and operation of the small California TV station. Raising a TV station is just like raising his thoroughbred team. It can bring him some social status and vanity. However, the speed of burning money can be a bit unbearable, and it almost made char go bankrupt."

Linda complained.

"As, you are not char, and now neither blacks nor whites will compare him with you."

Gordon smiled and said: "In addition to the promotion of social status and vanity, owning a news station will also bring you some unimaginable powers. Do you also know Johnson's current status? As a member of the Elephant Party, the elephant Party politicians have been relying on him more and more over the years. Maybe the Donkey Party is also happy to see its own African-American media tycoon? At least it is a good thing to have its own channel for the black community to speak out."

"The black group has always supported the donkey party, and the donkey party is not as urgent as the party." Song Ya said.

"So you did research?" Sutton asked with a smile.

"Uh, of course I would think about it when I was okay, but now...I'm only twenty years old, and the TV station is to me..." Song Ya still smiled bitterly.

"Here is the most professional talent." Sutton pointed to Gordon.

"But the timing is wrong, Gordon, you just said, Mr. Johnson feels very upset with your thoughts, and I don't want to offend him now."

Song Ya shook his head. A thousand birds in the forest is not as good as a bird in his hands. He would not offend the influential bet in the black community at this critical time for the illusory media tycoon.

"Think about it."

Seeing that Gordon hadn't fooled the young singer and billionaire, he had no choice but to stand up and say goodbye, "Of course, I hope you can help me keep it secret."

"of course."

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