Chicago 1990

'APLUS, your hearing was very good yesterday.'

'haha, thank you.'

'It seems that only one congressman caused you trouble.'

'Uh, I don't think so. In fact, I was reminded in advance that even in that kind of situation, occasionally something ridiculous happens, accidents... of course, but I think I've dealt well anyway.'

'Yes, but will you respond to the other party's allegations in another way in private?I'm not Capitol Hill, so I can talk freely.'

On the TV screen, the talk show host asked one more question. Song Ya glanced at him and smiled: “I think it’s time to dispel the stereotypes of African Americans. Just like MJ, he has made brilliant achievements in the record industry. , And then? It’s an overwhelming conspiracy theory against him. To borrow his words: “A white star has achieved cross-industry success. Everyone will praise his clever mind, and a black star has done a good business. Everyone Will openly discuss whether he used any fraudulent means and did not follow the right way. This is unreasonable and abnormal..."

"Yes, it is true, I can understand you APLUS. By the way, when did you meet Brenda? Did Mariah Carey introduce it?"

"Yes……"

In the TV lounge, ten people gathered around to watch the live video that just ended. Suddenly someone behind them snored evenly. Looking back, it was one of the protagonists, APLUS.

"Hey! This kid, the part that fell asleep on my turn?" Brenda protested dissatisfied.

"Go out and let him rest."

Mariah Carey immediately turned off the TV and pushed the Plastic Sisters, "Go out, hurry up." She ordered Linda, Sloan and others.

After driving away a large group of people, she gently covered Song Ya with a thin blanket, and then sat quietly beside her.

Song Ya was dreaming at this time.

In his dream, he was holding Little Robb, Xue Linfen, and Mariah Carey and Charis Theron with big belly to go to South America on a Gulfstream plane. I don't know why, the atmosphere in the cabin is pleasant.While chatting warmly, suddenly, the plane plunged straight into the sea, and the sirens sounded loudly.

"No! No!" He hugged Robb tightly, and screamed desperately with the girls.

"Put on the life jacket and maintain the anti-impact posture... with your feet on the ground, close to your knees, leaning your head on the front seat, hands..." the captain pushed open the cab door and ordered.

"WTF?! You should go back and control the plane for me!" He shouted at the captain.

"No way, this is Bermuda!" The captain yelled desperately: "You shouldn't foul APLUS. It's all right now, everyone will die because of you!"

"What do you mean!? How do you know..."

He looked out of the porthole. There were two huge vortices on the sea that seemed to swallow everything, and the plane was diving straight towards them, getting closer and closer.

"Ah!" A second before the crash, he woke up in horror. Fortunately, it was just a dream.

Opening her eyes, Mariah Carey’s pair of nostrils were stuck in front of her like black holes, "What's the matter? A nightmare?" She asked concerned.

"Well, what are you doing?"

From this perspective, her face is a bit like a cartoon version of a rodent. Song Ya shook her head and laughed, her mood relaxed a little, and she yawned, "How long have I slept? Did you just keep staring at me like this... Look?"

"That's it!"

Mariah Carey refused to admit it, "It's only a few minutes...Will you not rest this afternoon?"

"No, I haven't closed my eyes in bed in the afternoon."

In the afternoon he was very sleepy, very sleepy, and hadn't slept well for a long time, but Gordon's sudden and unpleasant attitude made him toss and he couldn't close his eyes. Song Ya sat up and said, "What time is it? Linda and the others? "

"Outside, it's almost eleven o'clock in the evening." Mariah Carey asked, "Is the hearing a lot of trouble?"

"No, I can do it." Song Ya shook his head, "Let's go back to Tribeca, too."

"Ok."

She went to open the door again, "Clean up, we're going now." She asked the two men to start preparing to leave.

Brenda hurriedly turned on the TV, and the interview was going on until he put his ear to Mariah Carey's belly, and the two showed off their love.

"I said I'm leaving! Brenda..." Mariah Carey stopped to read this paragraph before blaming Brenda dissatisfiedly.

"It's wonderful, Mimi..." Brenda looked back and forth at the silent two with regretful eyes, and then was pushed hard by Sandy Glenn to get out of the lounge.

"Let's go."

Now that many of his subordinates don’t even know about the divorce, this Brenda, fortunately, can control his mouth for the time being. Song Ya put up his arms and let Mariah Carey hold them naturally. The two cuddled together and walked out of the TV station building. .

Turn your heads sideways to each other, smile at the paparazzi and wave your hands perfunctorily.

"Where did we talk?" she asked.

"What?" Her extended Lincoln's back seat was wide, and Song Ya changed to a comfortable lying position.

"Your trouble, maybe I can help." She said.

"No, I can do it myself."

Song Ya curled up her lips, "But thank you, Mimi."

"Don't be aggressive, you are always like this, machismo." She complained dissatisfiedly: "I am four years older than you."

"In my eyes, you will always be the twenty years old when we first met, and now you are younger than me, girl." Song Ya interrupted.

"I hate..." She was very fond of sweet talk, pouting and slapped the man's arm. "This person is actually good. If I were a boy, I might be the best friend of my life with you."

Unfortunately, you are not.So, after the divorce...

Song Ya couldn't laugh a little, turned his head and looked out the window silently. It was the continuous rain. In this situation, his guilty heart was slightly impulsive, and he secretly said sorry to the little girl Beyoncé. Oh, by the way, I wrote you a song, Linda."

Ask Linda in the front seat to give her the lyrics and music of IfIWereaBoy.

"Humph..."

She watched seriously and don't read, "If I were a boy, even if it was only for one day, I would get up early in the morning, just go out with my clothes, and then drink with my brothers, soak up women, and rush to beat him if I see who is not pleasing. Don’t be responsible..."

"If I were a boy, I think I could understand how to love a girl, I swear I will become a better man, I will listen to her every word, because I understand how painful loneliness is, when you lose When his love is heartbroken, he takes everything you give for granted and is worthless..."

Seeing this, she pulled her long hair away with her fingers, quickly wiped the corner of her eyes, looked out of the other side window and choked up: "Really, you know where you are wrong, and the one you say and sing is better than the other, but What's the use of an old problem that can't be corrected? Huh!?"

After waiting for a long time without waiting for the answer, Song Ya was asleep again.

'Absurd, absurd, I don't know what's so absurd?Is it ridiculous to expose a thief who betrayed the national interest?I don't understand. CUU has lost the basic ethics for political differences. The APLUS they support is not an honest guy. I don't care if African Americans support him or not.Believe me, I have enough evidence to send him to court or even prison...'

The latest interview footage from Danburton is being broadcast on the car radio.

"What a boring white guy! Turn it off, Mike. Uh, I'm not referring to you..." Mariah Carey was so angry that she used a discriminatory word.

Old Mike glanced in the rearview mirror and found that Song Ya was asleep. Manhattan was very congested today. There were always cars outside honking the horn impatiently. He switched the radio to the Country Channel and turned down the volume.

Howmanyroadsmustamanwalkdown how long a person has to go through

Beforetheycallhimaman can become a real man

Bob Dylan's Blowinginthewind sounded in the carriage.

Howmanyseasmustawhitedovesail pigeons have to fly several major seas

Before shesleepsinthesand can settle down on the beach

Howmanytimesmustthecannonballsfly how much gunfire

Beforeforeverbanned can we get peace

Theanswer, myfriend, isblowinginthewind

The answer, my friend, is floating in the wind

Theanswerisblowinginthewind

The soothing music made Song Ya sleep soundly. He curled up into a comfortable posture, grinding his teeth like a child.

"This guy, it seems to be really exhausted, deserves it." Mariah Carey stared at his angular face and pulled out his hair proudly.

Not willing to wake him up, with little strength, "Uh, uh..." Song Ya hummed unconsciously.

"Being a man is not easy, Miss Kelly." Linda said, looking back at Song Ya.

Mariah Carey then stroked the man's hair lightly like a dog, and read the lyrics again.

The convoy slowly shuttled through the turbulent traffic of Manhattan. No one in the car talked anymore, only the sound of rain on the roof, the horns outside, and Bob Dylan's songs.

Howmanyyearsmustamountainexist how long will the peak stand

Beforeitiswashedtothesea is the vicissitudes of life

Howmanyyearscansomepeopleexist how long will people wait

Beforeallowedtobefree can be free

Howmanytimescanamanturnhishead alone has to look back several times

Andpretendthathejustdoesn'tsee can pretend to be blind

Theanswer, myfriend, isblowinginthewind

The answer, my friend, drifts in the wind

The answerisblowinginthewind is gone with the wind

"What's this?" Chicago, Comcast's free channel was again the turn of the A+CN column. A director pointed to the video curtain wall of the control room, "Who put it up!?" he asked.

"I don't know, it's not us. I'll ask Mr. Gordon." The column editor saw the line in the corner of the screen, and hurriedly called the director in.

"Starting from next Monday, this station's program will be transferred to channel 88 for broadcasting, please continue to follow us..."

Gordon slowly said the sentence, and after thinking about it, he understood, his expression suddenly became extremely frustrated, "Fxxk, what a strong kid, no matter what you do, you will never stop. Even if he burns his own rice knife for nothing..."

He slumped against the wall and muttered to himself: "Cruel, fast, and can't even wait for the sun the next day..."

"Who? Is it Mr. Roberts from Comcast? He can't stand our ratings anymore? A surprise attack? We signed a broadcast contract! It's not time for migration yet!" the column editor exclaimed distressedly. Tao.

Gordon didn't answer as his face was ashen.

"They broke the contract! We must fight back immediately. Give APLUS a call, Mr. Gordon! Mr. Gordon?"

The editor of the column found that Gordon was in a trance and urged.

It's about the company's future and personal development, and other staff are also paying attention.

"Of course, of course, I will..."

Gordon escaped from the house when the assistant brought the cell phone, "Mrs. Flock."

"Hello, Mrs. Flock."

"Just call me Alicia." Illinois governor's wife, Alicia Flock, who is also A+CN legal counsel, said in the stylized language of a lawyer: "There is something I need to notify you. Just now, I represented Mr. APLUS. A new agreement with Comcast and Northern Trust for the A+CN broadcast contract..."

"You haven't even asked my opinion." Gordon said coldly: "Don't even say hello..."

"Sorry, this is a joint decision of the management. A+CN can also get subscriber income earlier, right?"

Alicia chuckled, "In fact, this is a good thing, you should be happy, Mr. Gordon, A+CN still needs your continued leadership."

Howmanytimesmustamanlookup How many times does a person look up

Beforehecanseethesky can see the sky

Howmanyearsmustonemanhave how good a person listens

Beforehecanhearpeoplecry can you hear the cry of others

Howmanydeathswillittake how many lives will fall

'Tillheknowsthattoomanypeoplehavedied to know the deceased beings

Theanswer, myfriend, isblowinginthewind

The answer, my friend, drifting in the wind

The answerisblowinginthewind is gone with the wind

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