Chicago 1990

"Huh, have you started to hook up with people like Kane? Not good, Mimi."

After hanging up the phone, Song Ya planned to teach her again after arriving in New York.

The next day, he went to the fundraising dinner scene early, and the protagonists such as Gore hadn't arrived yet. Regarding Barn Chemicals, he planned to talk to Underwood first.

"I heard Claire talk about your plan. In principle, there will be no problems with the donkey party. After Barn filed for bankruptcy protection, Chicago's financial institutions and politicians were under a little pressure. In the background of Sears’ huge losses this year Next, they don’t want accidents."

Finding a small corner, Underwood quickly whispered his attitude and stated, "The bankruptcy of Barn Chemicals is not a big problem for the entire Chicago economy. On the Donkey Party, who else have you looked for besides me? ?"

"No, I am the first to come to you." Song Ya replied.

"That's good." Underwood poked his chest with his index finger. "Don't look for other politicians. Don't say a word to the deputy commander candidates. I'll do it for you. Don't mention us on any occasions in the future. For the follow-up of this conversation, I will let Doug keep in touch with you."

He was very serious, "But..."

Song Ya hesitated when he heard this. He took out a million dollars of real money and organized the Chicago Fan Club to raise more than 50,000 small sums of money. This paid out money and other people, so he had to let Gore face to face. Do you know why I spent all this money?

"No, but, you only need to concentrate on the elephant party. This is a transaction that needs the signature of the current chief to be established." Underwood's face fell sharp and warned solemnly.

"Ok, I see."

The Baen Chemical plate is not big, but it is politically clear. Song Ya still remembers Samuel’s warning that once this kind of thing is not handled well, it is commonplace to die, and he does not want to be the unlucky ghost.

His seat was arranged in the first row of the dinner as he wished, but it was the very edge of the first row, behind the round dining table.

"Hello."

The guests at this table are all white people, half of them are old white men, and the other half are their wives dressed up, or their sons who are equally meticulously dressed.

Song Ya knows that there are not necessarily prominent billionaires sitting in the first row of the dinner. Those people usually have agents in political affairs. On the contrary, mid-level rich or social elites dominate the mainstream, only a few. A billionaire who likes to show off will come to participate in such events in person.

"Big star, I heard that your first album sales exceeded 100 million?"

"Almost." At a price of $14.99, sales of more than six million copies can exceed 100 million. This figure has been reached, and there is nothing embarrassed to admit.

"Wow, it's so easy for a singer to make money..."

A young man took the initiative to talk to Song Yapan, but he drew unpleasant glances from his father around him. He had to smile apologetically and shut his mouth.

Song Ya found the photographers and reporters gathered on the other side of the banquet, just at the furthest distance from his side. He moved the seat according to his experience, then sat upright, holding a wine glass in one hand. Set on the edge of the round table, so that because of your height, you can barely ensure that your face is in the mirror.

"APLUS, come." After waiting for about ten minutes, Doug suddenly appeared behind him and pressed lightly on his shoulder.

"Lost company." Song Ya smiled at the guest at the table and confessed, got up and followed Doug to leave the main venue of the dinner. In a small office, he saw the deputy commander candidate Gore and Underwood.

"Five minutes." Doug closed the door from the outside.

"Have you seen it right?" Underwood greeted enthusiastically, "Hey, APLUS, come here."

"It's an honor to see you Mr. Gore again." Song Ya smiled and stretched out his hand, "Mr. Underwood."

"Thank you for supporting APLUS, you have done a lot for me, I understand."

Gore smiled contagiously, "I heard that you intend to contribute to helping local businesses in Chicago? Well, the society needs more young people like you."

"Yes."

After shaking hands, Song Ya noticed that Underwood blinked at himself, and understood that this was Gore’s statement, "I am learning how to invest. Traditional industries and technology industries are interested. I bought a lot of technology industry stocks. , Microsoft, Cisco..."

"Haha..."

Gore and Underwood looked at each other and smiled, "This kid has a good appeal. He can gather three thousand people at any fan meeting in Chicago." Underwood patted Song Ya on the shoulder. Brag.

"I know, WhereIsTheLove, right?" Gore laughed: "That song helped the elephant party a lot."

"Uh..." Song Ya was embarrassed and said quickly: "This is not my intention, Mr. Gore."

"Haha, just a joke APLUS."

After chatting for a few words, Underwood cleared his throat. Song Ya estimated that it was almost five minutes away, "Then I won't disturb you, Mr. Gore, I wish you a smooth election."

"Thank you."

After shaking hands again, he left and returned to his seat. When it was punctual, Gore and his wife Tippa appeared at the dinner.

Song Ya squeezed out a standard smile and applauded along with everyone. The guests on the dinner round table with their backs to the podium adjusted their postures.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Chicago Mayor Daley finished his opening remarks, "I have Mr. Gore, the candidate for deputy commander, please."

Gore and his wife kissed face-to-face twice before getting up and beckoning to everyone, and walked over to replace Daly amidst even more enthusiastic applause, "Ladies and gentlemen, it's an honor..."

"Three years ago, my youngest son was injured by a car and almost died. During the years of treatment with him, Dipa and I finally realized the most important thing in life, that is, family, which is part of the performance of the Senate. Besides, Tepa and I started to participate in parent activities as much as possible, watch his sports meets, and accompany him on picnics..."

"Last year I thought about whether to participate in the party's primary election, but that meant that I was going to be involved in heavy campaign affairs again. After very serious discussions with Dipa, we decided to give up. I think we should implement it first. What a duty as a parent..."

Gore expressed a big pass in line with Puritan values, and then he started to get to the point, "America has now reached a critical point in time, the economy, and the Governor of Arkansas and I agree that the most important task is to revitalize ours. Economy, I am honored to be invited as a partner to assist him in the 52nd US General Election..."

In Chicago, he didn't mention the two major political opinions of information industry and environmental protection. On the contrary, he focused on agriculture and industry.

After the dinner, Song Ya started to leave with the guests, and political reporters would not visit a young singer at this time.

"Gore is handsome." An old white lady said to her husband next to her.

"How does it compare with me when I was young?" the old man asked.

"Emmm..."

"APLUS?" Song Ya was about to get into the car when he was stopped by a young woman in evening clothes and a beautiful silk scarf.

This white girl is about twenty-seven or eight years old. She has dark blond hair and is pretty, but she looks a bit...sharp? The chin is very sharp and looks very shrewd, not the type Song Ya likes.

"Miss Barnes?"

Song Ya recognized that the other party was Zoe Barnes, a columnist for the Chicago Tribune. When Frank Gallagher disappeared, Old Mike chose to provide her with Flacke’s whereabouts through a safe channel, so that she could get exclusive news one. After Zhan became famous, several subsequent collaborations gradually helped her to get promoted in the Tribune from a small columnist who helped the people find people and things. It was a very pleasant win-win cooperation. "Are you a political reporter now?"

"Not yet." She smiled: "The political column of the Tribune is difficult to enter. I came as a guest, just like you."

"Oh?" Song Ya's vision of luxury goods is getting sharper and sharper~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He noticed that the outfit of the other party today is very valuable. A newspaper reporter can't afford it, and it seems to be very The girl in the background, but he is inconvenient to inquire about it.

"Do you support Gore?" she asked.

"So are you interviewing now?" Song Ya didn't want to talk about it outside, and asked with a smile.

"Just have a chat."

"Ok……"

Song Ya had a chat with her, and it turned out that Zoe Barnes was her pen name in the newspaper, and her original last name was Mara.

"Keep in touch, our cooperation is very pleasant." Song Ya saw Doug, he was getting on his Mercedes while no one was paying attention.

"Okay, goodbye." He walked over and got in the car.

"This girl comes from a large family of sports and hospitality. The family runs clubs such as the New York Giants and Pittsburgh Steelers and some high-end hotels." Doug remained the same, sitting motionless like a robot, looking straight. Look out the window.

"Wow."

Song Ya knows that these two teams are the old strong teams of American football, the No. 1 sport in the United States. The Giants won the Super Bowl in 1986 and 1990, and the Steelers won four times in the 70s. Super Bowl.

"From now on, you can't talk about it over the phone, don't disclose it to anyone who doesn't trust, let alone mention the names of relevant politicians in the process of doing that."

Doug began to perform his duties.

Song Ya nodded, "I understand, Senator Underwood is very..."

Doug turned his face to look straight.

"Uh, sorry, you ask him to rest assured."

Doug pushed the door and got out of the car.

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