Chicago 1990

[Net] Chicago 1990 "Mr. Chernin, I have a good temper, and I have ordered Yeremov to suppress the intensity of the conflict between us at a controllable level. What about me!?"

After returning to Chicago, Song Ya considered that Mira was about to give birth and did not want to bring a woman she was not familiar with into Highland Park, so she asked Rashida to still live outside as a temporary assistant and go to a+ Records headquarters to ‘work’.

Because she had agreed not to cause trouble to herself, Rashida, who was asked by her mother, hesitated to find a chance to speak in July. Seeing the girl’s pitiful appearance, Song Ya readily agreed to meet with Chernin. , But the location is in New York.

"170 million? The Titanic alone has more than one billion at the box office. Video tapes and other peripherals earn more!"

Of course, he wouldn’t give the Fox people who ransacked the account a good face. When he mentioned it, he would get angry. "Seriously, I would never be so restrained before I was shot in a coma. You may not even imagine. What will I do!"

Petchernin spread his hands, "Titanic has been in theaters for too long, and our share of accounts with the theaters is declining..."

"I don't want to talk about it. Since we have a contract before, it's fine to wait for the court to decide."

Song Ya interrupted him, "I won't mention how desperate you were before I invested."

"I know, I admit that your 60 million saved our lives."

The president of the Fox Group across the table was always friendly, "I just hope that Yeremov will say a few words in public. It is best for everyone to calm down, sit down, and talk about reconciling the lawsuit. It's not just a little bit. For the 700 million, we will pay the subsequent splits on time..."

Rashida has gradually become accustomed to the social circle of men and the domineering presidential style. He sat aside obediently, listening with his ears while using chopsticks to fiddle with Zuo Zongtang's chicken nuggets in the plate to pass boredom.

"I don't mind reconciliation, as long as Yeremov feels the conditions are right." Yo-ho, it seems that noisy really works? Song Ya answered.

"Eon, aplus, everyone knows that Yeremov is not the one who makes the decision." Petchernin persuaded.

"He is, I don't have the energy to care about Hollywood affairs, the law school is very heavy."

"Ha ha……"

Petchernin was a little annoyed by his inability to eat, and then chuckled lightly while holding down his metal cigarette case with the middle of his **** and sliding it on the dining table. "Is there another reason? Is it troubled by the enemy?"

"Are you willing to help?" Talking about the deal? Song Ya came interested.

"Almost, reconcile aplus, it's better than everyone is always on the opposite side."

opposite? Threat? "Then the reconciliation conditions must be very harsh?"

"Not enough." Petchernin replied leisurely.

"what!"

I really wanted to threaten, if I didn’t want to talk too much, Song Ya sneered, and while wiping his mouth with a napkin, he gave Rashida a wink, "Anyway, it’s not me who is anxious. The stock rally m-fxxk is very good. ."

"See you!"

He threw the napkin on the table and left with his face on the spot.

"Sorry Mr. Chernin..."

Rashida didn't expect the two people to say something wrong and the radio wave broke up. She apologized and hurried to chase the man out, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't help him ask you..."

"It's okay, just have a meal with him on the way. I want to hack my money, and there is no door!"

It was really just an episode. This trip to New York was mainly to deal with the rich three generations. In the evening, he appeared at the home of New York State Comptroller Herman McCall, the meeting place of the Manhattan Gang.

The current intelligence only knows that the rich three generations and the chief executive’s wife met in New York, and then went to Washington to meet Jewish Senator Joseph Lieberman and some politicians. They all made public their itineraries. Other whereabouts are a mystery and should be very targeted. In order to solve the public opinion that Underwood and Russell and others have clamored, the US government should intervene and restrict the public opinion of Seagram Global Group.

But it doesn't matter, I have a good card in my hand.

"The chief executive's wife has been showing off in Congress and domestic and foreign policy frequently in the past few months, and she is also going to buy a property in New York. Such a blatant tentative action... It is clear that the vacancy of the federal senator here next year is definitely going to be won!"

"There is no doubt. This year Lendl from New York was elected chairman of the Donkey Party National Committee. The couple’s close friend Joe Andrew served as the executive chairman. He also met frequently with banker and fundraiser Terry McAuliffe, plus Harvey Wayne. Stan, David Geffen, etc., almost all of Hollywood helped to promote the trend, and the layout of her candidacy for next year has been completed."

"Damn it, come here to play against our little David... there was a little Kennedy that would be very tricky in the election next year."

"The Kennedy family has been persuading us...what to do?"

"Tomorrow, it looks like it will be very difficult for Little David to choose."

"Even if you accept the persuasion to leave, which side you choose will be a problem."

"Why accept! She's not a New Yorker! If you want to come here, buy a house temporarily to qualify for the election, it's disgusting!"

"Why don't we all support JFK Kennedy, anyhow the Kennedy family is more pleasing to the eye..."

The first stop of the chief’s wife’s political career is likely to be in New York. The Manhattan gang still has a trace of luck, and now things are approaching...

In the room, former New York Mayor Dingkins, former chairman of the Manhattan District, and former chairman of the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation Passy Sutton, the younger brother of Passy Sutton, and the New York City Supreme Court Justice Oliver Sutton who had never participated in such activities before , New York State Comptroller Herman McCall, and former New York Secretary of State Basil Patterson were so angry that the blacks were old and angry.

The only future star who holds in his heart the hope of inheriting the political legacy of the Manhattan Gang, the son of Basil Patterson, Senator David Patterson of the New York State Assembly is still blind, sitting in the corner with his head tilted and listening intently.

Next year, the New York State Senator is a beautiful lack. The Manhattan Gang has long been planning for the election of Basil Patterson, because New York has a lot of black votes, thinking that there is still a battle with the **** Kennedy, but I didn’t expect it again. Suddenly, a powerful enemy came in, the wife of the U.S. leader, and the current first lady who was loved, sympathized, and praised by all the fans after the Lewinsky case.

"David, what about you? Any thoughts?"

Dingkins asked him.

"Uh, how can I put it...Oh, my heart is messed up now, it's bad..."

David Patterson squinted his eyes and tried his best to find the source of the sound. He was not completely blind, he could see a little.

Song Ya pursed his mouth, slammed his mouth, and held his forehead to restrain and cover his smile.

"Aplus, what do you think? What should everyone do now?" Dingkins looked at the biggest benefactor again.

"What does it matter? Choose first, and wait until next year's internal party primary elections, depending on the situation, before making a decision."

He thought so, uh, Sloan helped to design. As the only black candidate, even if the black community has good feelings for the chief’s wife and the Kennedy family, David Patterson will definitely divide the blacks next year. Tickets, at that time, are likely to be the winners and losers of the two competitors, and they will be the object of competition.

When it comes to the political future of the first lady, with this trump card in hand, with Underwood's assistance, he is not afraid that the rich three generations will lead the husband and wife public relations.

Black ticket, do they have it?

Just because of events in May, his perception of the couple plummeted. Little Kennedy had been remembered by himself before, ha ha...

"You will..." The old men were overjoyed.

"Of course." Song Ya nodded generously.

It’s easy for the richest black man in the country to promise to pay. First, run the campaign office and hire volunteers to help with the election. There were originally two big obstacles to win the election. They estimated David Patterson’s fundraising work. There will be a lot of trouble, and now it is enough to save a little money at most, at least not to worry about the fundamental problems.

"Aplus is right. At the beginning of next year's election, we will see the situation before we withdraw from the election. The situation will become clear at that time. We will trade with the superior side and provide support endorsement instead..." Passy Sutton nodded and agreed, "Who wins? The probability is high who we will help."

"Thanks...aplus..." David Patterson squinted again and looked for it.

"No...cough cough, no, this is what I should do."

The atmosphere in the room eased slightly. At this time, Herman McCall's wife knocked on the door, letting in the Federal House of Representatives and Wrangel, who was in a state of ease with the Manhattan gang.

"Traitor!" Dingkins was angry when he saw him, and cursed with his crutches.

"Hey..."

Rangel smirked embarrassedly. This party clerk had already taken refuge in the leader, and now he ran before and after the election of the first lady. "The chances of little David next year are not good. Everyone can tell, first lady. Both the Kennedys and the Kennedy family need our black tickets. It's a good time to make a deal...Hey, David."

"Hello... Congressman Rangel..." David Patterson moved his head following the sound of Rangel's footsteps.

"It's still early! Don't pretend, you're a federal member, not a lobbyist, just point your face!" The host Herman McCall also scolded.

"The face comes from standing on the side of the winner, isn't it?" Rangel had a thick skin. "Eon! Isn't it clear that everyone can't see the situation now? No one can win the first lady, and neither can Little Kennedy!"

"David." He said to David Patterson: "This time we will retreat strategically, and the rewards will be very generous."

"Uh……"

"We plan to wait until next year's primary elections before making a decision." His father Basil Patterson said.

"Don't be like this, I think it's better to stand in line and endorse early."

"You want to take our support, and then help her persuade the Kennedy family?!" Dingkins pierced.

"Anyway, she is still young, only in her early fifties, and she always has to fly higher politically. Anyway, the leader can no longer be elected after her term of office...The resources will be hers from now on."

Rangel fought everyone, "It's best if the first shot is not too ugly with colleagues in the party."

"Reassure her, we will have a bottom line. Anyway, the two of them are the main opponents, what does it matter if we run with them."

"If you choose, who knows when you are offended? The Kennedy family has overcharged you too, right?"

"of course."

"How about the price?"

"I won't tell you, traitor!"

"Don't be like this..." Wrangel looked over again, "Aplus, what do you think?"

Wrangel was already considered an outsider, Song Ya refused to admit it, and said to Dingkins and the others, they said in advance that the offending people should be left to these old men. They have nothing to be afraid of, and they are willing.

"In the primary election, at least let's take a look at David's approval rating... the people of New York State like him very much." Dingkins replied.

"Yeah!?" Rangel was anxious.

"What promise did you get that couple, so care!" the owner Herman McCall asked.

"What promise? I'm being investigated by the New York City Government! Can you keep me?" Rangel pointed at them and pointed at Song Ya, "You can!?"

"I'm not always supporting..." The New York City Hall was in the hands of Giuliani, the iron-fisted Mayor of the Elephant Party, and Song Ya did not dare to pack the votes.

Besides, this guy almost lost the election in the iron vote area, even in the black community, the support is not very good, although there is a factor of being secretly supported by the opponents by the rich three generations.

"Let you make less money at the Apollo Theater..." Passy Sutton complained.

"What's the point of saying this now!?"

"Should you not say it? The scum and scum of our politicians!"

"I haven't helped you? That time your wife and brother violently attacked a police officer in 1982... You! You!? Aplus you!?"

"Ha! Are you going to figure out the old accounts for decades now?"

"If you want to count it, I'll do it slowly with you. The Manhattan District Council in 1976..."

"Okay, okay! Do you bother Wrangel!?"

The Manhattan gang is now too lazy to talk about these dark side things, and the old men blow their beards and stare at the frivolous Rangel, and they are in a quarrel.

David Patterson, squinting his eyes, looked left and right.

"Then I will go first..."

It's boring, Song Ya looked at his watch and asked to leave.

"Also, ninety years..."

It's not over yet, "I'm leaving..." Song Ya walked to the door, still no one said, "Goodbye."

‘Boom! ’

He was about to open the door, when suddenly the door was pushed abruptly from the outside, and his forehead was severely knocked.

"Watching TV!" The hostess, Herman McCall's wife yelled when she came in.

This scene was replaced by Hayden, who was too familiar with himself. The young man had quick legs and feet. He rubbed his head and turned on the TV in several strides like conditioned reflexes.

‘The latest news is that there was a crash in the sea near Martha’s Vineyard. The relevant departments are currently rushing to search and rescue. It is reported that the crashed small plane is likely to be piloted by Kennedy himself. The list of other passengers is being confirmed...’

"..."

"..."

Song Ya and the old men opened their mouths together, UU reading www.uukanshu. The com room was shocked by the news.

After swallowing, he recalled some White House legends, and instantly felt a little numb on his scalp, and a chill rushed straight into his forehead from the soles of his feet.

"Wtf!?" After a long time, David Patterson spoke first, interjecting.

"No? Did you make a mistake?" Dingkins still couldn't believe it.

"Aplus, what did you just say?" Passy Sutton thought of himself at this time.

"Uh, what did I say? Oh, I said I'm going to leave first..." Song Ya returned to his senses and pointed to the door, "Uh, uh...or else, we will...discuss about David's primary election? "

"Well, let's wait to see the specific situation."

"Okay, okay, then I'm leaving, see you later...bye..."

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