Chicago 1990

"Congratulations, Lord Party Whip, it's unbelievable! I read the predictions of various media before, and I think we can only get 210 seats at most. Two hundred and eighteen?! Hoho... this number can be considered brilliant. Victory?"

On the second day, I was still shooting training scenes. There were a few more supporting teammates, such as passing, shooting, and so on. Song Ya would have fewer roles than Mira. During the filming interval, he finally contacted Underwood and enthusiastically expressed his passion to each other. Congratulations: "Everyone is saying that without you, we would not have achieved such an achievement!"

"Haha, don't talk about APLUS like that, all the colleagues in the election campaign have made arduous efforts, and I am just a humble party whip in the House of Representatives." Underwood smiled and played officialdom, but he was very proud of it.

"So... we are now the majority party in the House of Representatives, so next year, will I change my mind and call you the Speaker?" Song Ya continued to flatter.

"No chance, there is the leader of the House of Representatives, and the speaker is his." Underwood said.

"That's a shame, I think the current chief needs to repay you well."

With Sloan by his side teaching Washington’s political trends, Song Ya knew well that Underwood would still be his party whip next year, and the internal committee of the caucus might have much more authority.

Say something complimenting that you don’t need money, “As long as the House of Representatives gets stuck in the messy budget proposals of the Elephant Party, his situation will be much better.

"I have not been a party whip for long, and everyone needs me to continue to urge the parliament to vote and pass the bill. The next four years will be the second term of the president. Without re-election pressure, he can finally do a big job and fulfill his election promise. Up."

Underwood may be afraid that he talks too much, so he should be vaccinated in advance, "Don't worry, APLUS, I will be free soon and find a chance to talk about your affairs, but it is not possible now, and it is not convenient to talk on the phone. "

"Understandable. By the way, does Russell have any other contact methods? I called his personal phone and campaign office..."

"Uh, don't contact him for the time being. His opponents are appealing the results of the counting, so he will be very busy in the near future, and the timing will be a little sensitive." Underwood interrupted quickly, seemingly not wanting to talk about Russell.

"Appeal? So the number of seats in the House of Representatives may change?" Song Ya asked.

"It's impossible. It's just like routinely refusing to admit defeat after the party fails." Underwood replied.

After hanging up the phone, the old Larry just announced one, and the next one still has no mission of his own. According to the plot, the heroine played by Mira at this time is still a team substitute, and most of them have to train with the substitutes.

Most of the bench lineups of the middle school teams are crooked, big fat guys with overweight, and thin monkeys with a nerdy face. They lined up with Milla, and soon,'coach' R Lee Elmi played him. With human skills, yelling and insulting at their ears one by one, their voices spread far and wide.

"Hey, APLUS."

There is a Latino supporting actor who plays the main role of the team and one of his best friends. In reality, the actor of the nearby college team took the opportunity to touch it and put it close. "It looks like your technical moves are good. We will be here tomorrow. There is a friendly match, are you coming too?"

Song Ya smiled and waved.

"Okay, I'm sorry to disturb you." The other party had no choice but to leave with excitement.

If it weren’t for the script of this play to be “written” by herself, Song Ya can actually complete the daily performance tasks step by step without having to understand the plot outline or the inner heart of the character. It’s really easy to play the male lead with facial paralysis, especially He is the male lead of a youth film whose acting skills in the whole crew are not good.

The sun is shining in Florida. As a big star, Song Ya enjoys the best treatment. Parasols, recliners and small tables are placed not far behind the plane, and he can see Old Larry’s while drinking iced Coke. Monitor, overview the whole situation.

Ms. Sloan, wearing a wide-brimmed sunhat and sunglasses, sat next to her, dialing constantly from the phone book, and occasionally handing her mobile phone over, "Wangel," she said.

"Congressman Rangel, I, APLUS, haha, congratulations on your successful re-election!"

Due to his own capital injection into the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation, the Manhattan Gang was in a much better position than after Dingkins lost the election. The flexible Wrangel also re-established his relationship with them, which is equivalent to returning to the Manhattan Gang.

He has also been re-elected as a member of the Federal House of Representatives this year. Among the politicians he funded, in addition to him and Russell, many others have also been re-elected. There are only three in the black caucus.Again, all are re-elected.

"Shxt! Choose once every two years, and get tortured every time."

Rangel's vote rate was lower than that of the previous year, and he laughed and scolded directly on the phone.

This party stick is very easy to eat within the Donkey Party. In order to avoid competition from powerful politicians in the Elephant Party, this year he switched to another black politician in New York State as he wished to squeeze out a new compatriot in the party stage and was successfully elected. .

"Maybe it's time to look forward to the Senate seat?" Anyway, it's always right to choose a good one.

"Haha, that would be a little difficult." Rangel laughed.

a bit difficult?With the unclear accounts of your campaign office and foundation, don't think about it in your next life. You will run more sick than yourself, Song Ya complains.

"Little Jesse Jackson."

After praising each other with Wrangel, Ms. Sloan quickly dialed another number. It was Jesse Jackson’s son. He was elected to the House of Representatives this year as he wished. This also triggered a series of chains within the Illinois black party group. The reaction led Michelle's husband to switch to the Senate of the Illinois State Assembly.

I have friendship with Jesse Jackson and don't know much about his son, although he also invested a sum of money through Aunt Susie's foundation.

In short, after the end of this year's general election, the Donkey Party politicians are beaming. Whether it is the general leader, deputy commander, Underwood, Rangel and Jesse Jackson, they are all holding or participating in various winning rallies.

Originally, this was also a good opportunity to show up and expand contacts, now...

"Sloan, you can go to Capitol Hill on my behalf, and have a good chat with our party whip."

Song Ya thought for a while and said, "Tell him that I am impatient. First, let me wait for the end of the general election, and now I have to wait for the celebration to end. Maybe next time I will push back and say that I will wait for everyone to take office early next year."

"OK, be good, don't talk nonsense, don't run around, I will be back soon." Sloan said before leaving.

"rest assured."

After a series of formulaic congratulations, it was just his turn to'play'.

"I want to test your skills! Divide into two teams to compete against each other! The shirtless and the clothed!"

R Lee Elmi, with a whistle around his neck, walked past the line of players, "You, shirtless team, you, the other side."

The varsity team is not so particular. The one who took off the jersey when splitting the sides went to the other team. In this scene, Mila was in the C position. Song Ya was expressionless, standing in the queue with her head high, serving as a perfect background board.

"Coach! I must wear clothes!"

Mila, who was disguised as a man, was assigned to the shirtless team. Naturally, she couldn't take off her clothes.

"What!?" R Lee Elmi stood before her viciously.

"Uh, I'm allergic to the sun." Mila's acting babbled.

"Haha!" Song Ya laughed together with other actors at the right time.

"Sun...Allergy!?" R Lee Elmi looked up at the sun, then looked up and down at Mira.

"Yes." Mira forced an innocent look.

"Someone here is allergic to sunlight!" R Lee Elmi looked at the others and said loudly.

"Hahaha!" Song Ya's physical work is even more exaggerated, holding the shoulders of his teammates around him, smiling forward and backward.

"Please..." Mira begged.

The school team is just an interest club for students to participate in. To deal with the substitutes without the pressure of inter-school competition, the teacher does not need to be too strict in action. R Li Ermi feels that the emotional passages that want to go wild but hold back are very good. "OK, then you change to the dress team."

"Thank you!" Milla screamed and cheered, but accidentally exposed the girl's shrill voice, "Ahem, thank you, coach." She cleared her throat immediately to make up for it.

"card!"

Old Larry called to stop, and then discussed with the photographer for a while, "Yes, this one is over!" He announced loudly.

At the same time, at the FoxNews headquarters in Washington, the potbellied president Roger Ayres was in the control room, personally supervising the broadcast of the elephant party candidate Bob Dole’s defeat speech.

"Fortunately, this year we have retained the majority of seats in the Senate, and this useless old thing cannot be returned. He might as well continue to be his Senate majority leader, and from now on, he is nothing."

The atmosphere was very depressing, and a high-level man behind him coldly ridiculed Bob Dole in the picture.

"The politicians who dare to stand up this year and fight for the Elephant Party are heroes. Even if they fail, he still deserves our respect." Another person retorted.

"Failed? A rout, right? The electoral votes were 385 to 153. We lost miserably!"

"So? He is seventy-three years old. Where are those young and more popular politicians hiding?"

The quarrel grew louder in the control room, Roger Ayres wiped his nose, fingertips with bright red blood.

And he has hemophilia...

"To shut up!"

He ignored this and suddenly roared like a lion: "Four years from now, we cannot let our enemies, the donkey party, the couple, Arkansas, and the liberals have a happy day! Attack them on every social issue and every scandal, and continue to attack them! Until four years later, the true American value returns to the White House!"

The nosebleeds spewed out with his roar, and as soon as his voice fell, his huge body fell headlessly on the broadcasting platform.

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