Chicago 1990

I felt very...boring unexpectedly. I licked my lips and stretched out my hand to the mineral water bottle again. But I didn't want to drink too much water before I even started talking. So I pinched the plastic bottle and listened to the slight clicking sound for entertainment.

Looking to the front, that is, the direction of the rostrum, I can feel that there are constantly sitting in the seat. A white woman with good temperament and short hair appeared in the center. Underwood's intelligence is completely correct. Song Ya recognizes her and comes from a political family. Nancy Patricia, chairman of the California Donkey Party, is also the chairman of this round of House hearings.

That's right, the nameplate in front of her is Mrs. Nancy Patricia, and underneath is the word California.

After a few more glances, he should be over fifty years old, right?The appearance is not obvious, and the maintenance is very good. According to the rumors that Gordon heard from the Comcast middle level, she is'owner' because she heard that her husband has passed the telecommunications bill in Hollywood, Comcast, etc. The beneficiary big media group made heavy bets.

Just heard.There is no intersection between herself and her, but Underwood did guarantee that she would not be bad.

However, her excellent family status can be seen in her dress. This year's female politicians are popular in dark male style tailored high-end fashion, with slightly exaggerated shoulder pads, black and white color matching, and shiny precious necklaces and jewelry. Very compelling.

I also behaved. I looked around at the hearing from time to time, and occasionally whispered a few words to the congressman who came to say hello, as if she was the queen of the hearing. Sloan commented that'this old woman is a little princess sick'. The original words seem to be very It's accurate.

The reporters squatted and changed positions like a lantern, and they kept filming. It seemed that someone was filming the third round. If it weren’t for the two fixed-position cameras installed by PBS on the scene, Song Ya wanted to stare at them. , Save some film!

He couldn't help but recalled the speech he gave at that garbage public middle school in South City just after crossing. Underwood and Michelle were there at the time, as if to force BMI to get the membership as soon as possible?

In fact, my feelings about that speech are not much different from this important occasion of the parliament many years later. The "ritual music" and "rituals" of Western-style politics, reporters, observers, parliamentarians, and their staff or attachés came. I walked, but all maintained a fairly restrained unity, noisy and not distracted, so that this sense of order caused a certain degree of pressure on my own psychology.

Regardless, Song Ya opened the folder again to review it. This is part of the last round of hearings on the telecommunications bill in the House of Representatives. Called, Sloan has listed in detail the possible questions of the congressmen, some of which are'real questions' revealed by the black clan through Wrangell.

'I think the bill will condone industry mergers and acquisitions. Small and medium-sized media groups, especially media that speak out for ethnic minorities, will face a more cruel competition situation. The government should have plans for this, such as increasing protection of the interests of ethnic minority media and subsidies , Or provide other necessary support.'

'Of course, I am not opposed to reform. Reform is absolutely necessary. I am not opposed to liberalizing competition. In fact, I really like the free economic policy of the current leader. Our deficit and debt are shrinking, and inflation is suppressed. Acceptable level...'

"Ahem." While reciting the'standard answer' silently, Pierre Sutton coughed in a low voice behind and gave a signal.

The congressmen seemed to be there, there were people behind all the nameplates on the rostrum, and Nancy Patricia began to fiddle with the microphone.

Thankfully, the suffering was finally over, Song Ya pushed the mineral water bottle to the side a little, his waist straightened.

Uh, a white male congressman was suddenly called away by his subordinates. Nancy Patricia curled her lips unhappily, did not speak, and kept looking at people's faces.

"M-fxxk..."

Song Ya, who was shook for a while, had to curse swearing secretly and lowered his head to prepare for the exam, "Small, there will be people in our country, just walking through the scene.'He comforted himself while embracing.

"APLUS." Suddenly, a white man came over to greet him. He was a little familiar. He seemed to have seen him on Capitol Hill, but he couldn't remember it.

"Hello." Song Ya held his stretched hand.

"Dumburton, on the far right side of the podium, like a senior member of the party." The other party smiled affectionately like an old friend, and whispered, "Be careful of him."

"Okay, thank you." Song Ya squeezed out a smile tacitly.

"Well, don't stare at him right away." The other party left after asking.

Song Ya was very obedient, and immediately looked back at Sloan after the opponent left.

"Deputy Commander's Office," Sloan whispered, covering the folder in front of his mouth.

Gore's people?Then this is a warning to myself...

But he didn't have much time to think about it. With the noise of switching the microphone a few times, Nancy Patricia finally spoke, "Ladies and gentlemen."

The audio system of the Congress...Not bad, at least the volume is sufficient, Song Ya gave professional judgment.

The reporters stepped back on both sides, and his eyes suddenly opened up. The male congressman who had just left the meeting had already returned to the rostrum at some point. The attendants no longer appeared, and the others stopped talking.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please keep quiet, the American House of Representatives hearing on the Telecommunications Bill...The third round starts five minutes later. We are honored to invite the chairman of the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation MR. Song..."

After Nancy Patricia finished speaking, everyone at the scene was in their respective positions and was very quiet. Except for the sound of flipping the paper, some people's restrained cough was very harsh, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Song Ya knew that the nameplate in front of him was marked like this, "Actually, I am more used to being called APLUS." He waited for a while, but did not see Nancy Patricia continue to speak, so he turned on the microphone in front of him and spoke to the other party. Smiled: "Ms. Member."

"Of course, I don't think anyone in this house doesn't know you." Nancy Patricia also responded kindly.

Some congressmen laughed, as if the effect was not bad. The atmosphere at the scene was not depressive. The two black congressmen who had been chatting laughed the most exaggerated. Song Yachao PBS's fixed camera lens and all hospitals also smiled and took the opportunity to scan the far right. The white congressman on the side is indeed called Danburton, a typical old white male, from...Indiana is marked under the nameplate.

Humph, conservative state, I know...no!What do i know?Let me be careful, what to be careful of?!

Song Ya loosened the neckline of his shirt and looked back at Sloan. He really shouldn't come. Gore sent someone to remind him that the other party is likely to cause trouble, and he really shouldn't come... The problem?

Sloan didn't hear the whispered conversation between the two just now, and didn't react to his glance. In this situation, he couldn't communicate more.After the hearing officially began, the process was rapid. Nancy Patricia was reading the manuscript, explaining the reason for the Congress to hold the hearing, and the reason for calling the chairman of the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation. Then she asked: "APLUS, the House of Representatives noticed you. There is another opinion on the telecommunications bill, so we held this hearing."

"Uh, yes, as one of the owners of the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation, I noticed that the bill tends to encourage free competition, and this often means that it is beneficial to large companies. We are a media with only twelve small radio stations. Company, I think the telecommunications bill does not take into account our interests. And there are many small and medium media companies like Inner City in all parts of the country..."

Song Ya read to the first page of the document.

"Can you elaborate on your reasons?" Nancy Patricia said.

"Okay, Madam Congressman, the Inner City Broadcasting Company is an African-American media with very difficult operating conditions. We have done statistics before. More than half of its stations are losing money, and the average salary of employees is below the median of all-meter broadcasting companies. This year, That is, in 1996, forced by a loss, we just made a decision to close a radio station and lay off some employees..."

"We are not afraid of competition, but we really cannot compete with big companies. We, me, and Mr. Pierre Sutton behind me are all worried about this, because the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation is one of the few and focuses on speaking out for African Americans. The media. There are many other similar situations in Quanmi..."

It can almost be regarded as giving the opportunity to give an opening speech. Song Ya has no time to care about other things and concentrates on reading the manuscript sonorously. "And the telecommunications bill is undoubtedly bad for us. I think this is also the voice of most small and medium-sized media..."

"We urge members of Congress to consider the interests of small and medium-sized media deeply before the final vote on the bill in the House of Representatives." He finished: "Congressman Patricia, gentlemen."

"Okay, the next question is from... the councillor."

"Do you have a radio station in Washington?" asked a member of the Black Caucus.

"Yes, sir, led by Mr...." Song Yachao pointed behind him to the director of the Trusted Washington branch, "FM..." by the way, he made an advertisement.

"Ha, I often listen to it, the content is very good, very serious old-school style." The other party continued to be cheerful, and even said hello to the branch director.

"Thank you, Mr. Member."

"You just said, APLUS, your business situation is very bad, but can it be confirmed that it is caused by the competition of large companies? Or that the telecommunications bill will continue to deteriorate after the passage of the telecommunications bill?" The other party asked, "I pay attention. You didn't inject capital into this company until last year."

"Uh……"

Song Ya turned a few pages of the document in his hand, "There is no clear evidence yet, Mr. Senator."

It's enough to express the position before, and I won't really take the opportunity of this hearing to challenge the big companies and the vast majority of members of Congress.

According to Claire, the wife of the Donkey Party whip Underwood, there is a high probability that the bill will be passed in unanimous voting next time. Now that he can do nothing but disgusting people, why bother?This is not our own style, and A+CN is still cooperating with Comcast, so we can’t offend the telecommunications, network, and media groups that are waiting for the bill to pass. “We don’t resist reforms. We didn’t because of big companies. The competition caused the loss. Perhaps the passage of the bill is a chance for us to regain a new life. I just have some doubts about industry mergers after the bill is passed, so I chose to put my opinion on Congress."

"Aren't your statements a bit contradictory?" the other party asked.

"Uh, I don’t think Mr. Congressman, I’m pointing out a possibility to Congress. It has a high probability. At the same time, I personally applaud the reform results of the current chief. Our economic recovery is visible to the naked eye, with deficits and debts. It is decreasing, and inflation has been well controlled..."

"If, I mean, what would you do if the Inner City Broadcasting Company faced a merger by a big company?"

"I do not deny that the capabilities of the inner city broadcasting company are very weak. Small and medium media groups, especially the media that speak for minorities, will face a more cruel competition situation. I am prepared, but I need more policy support...care... ...Subsidies...preferential policies..."

Song Ya was able to deal with it easily, and when he drank water halfway, he noticed that Linda was so relieved that tears were welling in her eyes. Really, she was recorded. At any rate, it is the president of my record company, so uncomfortable...

Then it was replaced by a white congressman who was also the Donkey Party and had friendship with Jim Clark of Netscape, "You invested in Netscape, right? APLUS."

"Yes, Mr. Member."

"Have you made a lot of money? The media estimated it to be around 300 million?"

"Uh, hehe..." Song Ya smiled shyly, "I don't know if I can reveal it on this occasion... I want to ask my lawyer, Mr. Senator."

All the congressmen, reporters and observers present laughed.

"can."

Song Ya pretended to whisper to Hamlin next to him, "Yes, roughly at this number, according to Netscape's stock price yesterday."

"Do you have to pay taxes?" Everyone laughed again.

"Yes, I am a law-abiding citizen."

Everything seems to be going well, and I have many friends in Congress.

Song Ya took the time to observe the Dumburton Congressman several times, and it seemed that there was nothing unusual. He was concentrating on taking notes and writing on the documents in front of him.

The first accident did not come from him. Another elephant party member asked him about the anti-discrimination wave launched by the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation and A+CN against Motura.

Will Motula still not give up?Song Ya was a little wary, "I think it is absolutely correct to oppose any form of discrimination, and we must always work hard..." He said, looking back at Sloan.

"The last page," Sloan said with his lips.

Her mouth is really big. Today she even put on a big red lipstick, which looks like Julia Roberts...

Uh, where did I want to go, "The Inner City Broadcasting Company itself is a radio station that focuses on African Americans, news radio stations, and so is A+CN. Me and Mr. Gordon, who was not present, may have seen him in the BET evening. Excellent work on the news..." Turn to the last page to find the answer and continue reading.

When it comes to political correctness, the other party is also very careful when speaking, "I completely agree with your above point of view. What I care about is whether you are using the power of the media to profit yourself, for example, against your opponents in your career."

"I will not interfere with the press freedom of the media under my banner. I think Mr. Pierre Sutton and Mr. Gordon can testify for me."

Song Ya interrupted and made up the knife: "Of course, whether it is an opponent or a friend, I have zero tolerance for discriminatory words and deeds... Mr. Senator."

"The following are...Congressmen." Nancy Patricia continued to push the process after getting the elephant party congressman no longer asking questions.

About forty minutes later, Dan Burton was allowed to start asking questions, "Where were you born, Mr. Song."

"Chicago, South City."

"Are you American?" Everyone laughed again.

"Yes, of course... Mr. Senator."

"You are a singer, an investor, or a media boss. Last year, Fujibee Magazine listed you on the Richest Rice List. Do you think you have realized your American dream?" Dan Burton asked.

"Uh, be it."

"Yes? Do you love your country?"

"Of course, I said it was actually referring to..." There was no ready answer and copied it. Song Ya glanced at Hamlin, only to get an unexpected look, "I think I have unlimited possibilities."

Quick wit is very good, this answer made everyone laugh again.

"Please note, Mr. Song, this is the American Congressional hearing. You took the oath before. Now please answer a document in my hand, which shows that you were involved in the Barn Chemical spin-off case in early 1993. , And transferred some of the technical materials prohibited from export to China illegally to Huaguo Chemical Company. What's your explanation?"

"What The..."

Song Ya almost came up with the swear word. He saw Dan Burton sternly picking up a document and showing it to the reporters. There was a buzzing commotion, the flashlight came on again, and several reporters left. Xi squatted until he took a file at close range.

This is all about the old calendar, and the Barn Chemical case, you are not afraid of the former commander... Song Ya hurriedly looked at Hamlin, then turned back with him, and asked Sloan about the plan.

"Calm, shirk, don't remember." Sloan whispered three phrases.

"Have you discussed with your lawyer? Mr. Song." Dan Burton still held the document and began to show his fangs, "You will have more opportunities to chat in the future, I promise."

"Uh, I don't remember this, Mr. Senator." Song Ya replied.

"I will help you recall. This is the secret testimony of an engineer at the Barn fluorescent agent factory at that time. He said that after you acquired the Barn company in 1992, a large amount of high-tech materials were transferred to the warehouse of the subordinate fluorescent agent factory. Then, under your direct intervention, they were transported away by the Huaguo factory."

Danburton flipped through the files and let the reporter take pictures. "Just outside the warehouse, you yelled at the general manager of the fluorescent agent factory at that time, swearing rudely, and attacking him in terms of life safety..."

The corners of my eyes shook unconsciously because of the flashlight, "I really don't remember, you know, people like me are always busy with singing, and I don't usually manage company affairs."

He observed the other councillors, all of them turned their heads to look at the documents in Danburton's hand. No one made eye contact with him, "Ye... Mr. Councillor."

"You are a business genius praised by financial magazines. Didn't you have a clear understanding of the operation of the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation?"

"At the time... I was still very young..."

Song Ya clearly felt a drop of sweat hanging on his forehead.