Chicago 1990

"what happened?"

Halle, who was waiting in front, noticed Clint Eastwood's angry eyes staring at Song Ya's back, "His eyes are almost spitting fire."

"Nothing, let's go."

Song Ya didn't respect Elder Eastwood. He had a different position, but he was almost killed. Doesn't he owe conservative whites? What happened to him clamoring for political correctness? There is no need to endure those accusations just now.

"thank you."

After getting in the car, Halle happily kissed the little golden figure who was the queen of the 74th Oscars.

Then he leaned his head on Song Ya's shoulder with a happy face.

"Aren't you going to the Vanity Fair dinner?" Amy pouted and waited for a while, pushing Harry, maybe because she was too emotional tonight, she actually fell asleep in seconds.

"Let her sleep..."

Song Ya opened her arms around them, "Mike, go home first."

When the car drove out of the Kodak Theater, he looked at the street scene of Los Angeles outside the window, recalling the secret conversation with the old Mike before leaving.

"How are we progressing in New York?" He happened to think of the shooting incident temporarily, and he asked casually.

"Not much progress."

Old Mike shook his head: "The FBI is already investigating the disappearance of Andre Sanchez, because Andre Sanchez is their internal undercover undercover next to the head of the trio, Steve Hines, so Steve Hines should be changed to In addition to the first suspect, Steve Hines has been very careful recently, and the surrounding situation is too complicated. We have no chance. I let Franklin stare at the inconspicuous Dave Norton and Steve Hay that are left in the comparison trio. Ince’s inconvenience should now go to Dave Norton."

"Yes, should..."

He couldn't help complaining: "After so many years, we have not been able to handle these two small characters! It is farther from prying their mouths to find the characters behind the scenes!"

"The middle level of the FBI's New York branch is no longer a minor role. We can't easily move Steve Hines!"

Old Mike was a little angry at his attitude and increased his tone: "In any case, it should not be long before Steve Hines was fired by the FBI. We have found a lot of evidence of his corruption, which has been passed to the FBI through the people in Underwood. The internal disciplinary department, even if the body of André Sanchez cannot be found, the FBI will not have much patience with him. At that time we will act against him again..."

"Sorry Mike, I'm just a little impatient, for years...except for one Andre Sanchez who wasn't involved much."

Song Ya apologized to the old man, "We have a good time now. The Georgian dynasty fighting in Afghanistan still needs to appease the black ethnic group, but the war there is going too smoothly. When they complete the military operation, I will be worthy of them. It’s not as high as it is now. After all, they still hate me..."

"I know, we are working hard. If it doesn't work, we will find a chance to control Dave Norton again." Old Mike replied.

"No, no, no, we didn't reach the goal by Andrea Sanchez, and Dave Norton doesn't necessarily know much insider, at least he definitely doesn't know who is behind Steve Hines... for now."

When the two finished their conversation, Song Ya took a deep breath and looked at Taraji's newspaper clippings on the opposite seat. If it hadn't been for the conversation with Old Mike and the past events in the newspaper clippings, he wouldn't be today. The reaction to Clint Eastwood’s accusations was so big...

"I can't breathe anymore! I can't breathe anymore!"

In April, he begged for mercy again in horror: "Don't make trouble! Jenny! You want to smother me!"

"Huh!" Jennifer Connelly straightened up slightly with a little feint triumphantly, "Don't you like this?"

"call!"

With nostrils free from the proud pair, Song Ya greedily breathed in the fresh air with a faint fragrance, "Of course I like hehe..." He salivated and played with the obsessed backhand.

"I blame you, this year I should have taken advantage of the situation to pick up some good books."

Finally, Jenny pressed the man's hand to caress her belly and complained, "It's all right now, and I will disappear from the public eye for at least a year after receiving the Oscar nomination."

"Don't worry, I will arrange it." Song Ya gently promised: "I have already agreed with Ms. Sloan and the president of Houghton Mifflin Press."

"I'm afraid I can't do it..." Jenny began to show the hypocrisy of Kochi women, but the smile on her face betrayed her.

So Song Ya deliberately said: "Don't worry, Holden Mifflin will not give you too much pressure during pregnancy, and you will be familiar with the education publishing industry first."

"Uh, just do it well, I don't want to be pointed by others behind." Sure enough, she immediately stopped.

Hehe, Yale Stanford top student ah? Song Ya suppressed the thoughts of Tucao, "Do you want this to be a boy or a girl?"

"Kay wants a brother."

She replied sweetly: "If it's a boy, I've already figured out the name, it's Rams, what do you think?"

"Ramsay, um, not bad." The mothers took their children's names, and Song Ya just helped.

"I'll take a look downstairs, don't show up in a hurry."

At this time, there seemed to be shouts, or roars, the roars of the men, what should have happened.

Jenny got dressed in a hurry, and threw Song Ya's coat to him before going out, "dress up well."

"Yes." Song Ya smiled and made a salute gesture.

This is the luxury house owned by Jenny in Boston. Today, her parents, her and her ex-husband’s son Kay, as well as the Harvard University professor and other respectable relatives are here. It can be regarded as a family reunion, and it can also be regarded as a family unit to entertain the distinguished guests. , Jenny prepared a grand dinner.

Apart from himself and Sloan, the ‘guests’ are mainly senior executives from Houghton Mifflin Press.

Her parents should know her relationship with her, but she must not be exposed in front of her relatives. Song Ya obediently "dressed up" alone, that is, when she goes downstairs, she won’t let people see that she’s just upstairs and this house. The hostess frolicked.

"Mrs. Connery."

After taking care of herself, Song Ya waited slowly for enough time before going downstairs with Old Mike.

"Have you rested APLUS?"

Jenny’s mother looked at her with a complicated gaze. She was a Jewish art dealer and did little business. Because she used to live in the Crown Heights neighborhood of New York, she had been with the New York film industry very early, especially in Little Italy. I know the Jewish and Italian filmmakers Martin Scorsese, Robert De Niro and Al Pacino who have lived in the neighborhood.

"Of course, I'm really sorry. Excuse me, it's too hard to fly around." Song Ya answered politely. In the eyes of her relatives, Jenny bought this mansion at her own expense, and she is just a guest.

"Come with me, they are already seated." Under the guidance of Jenny's mother, Song Ya followed to the restaurant. The classical long table, the male and female guests in formal dresses were all seated, probably with Jenny relatives on one side. On the other side is the guest, Jenny's father is sitting on the top of the head.

They have been discussing enthusiastically, and Song Ya hears the term Time Warner from time to time.

"Oh! You just missed the big news APLUS."

President Holden Mifflin, who lives not far away, was very excited today and welcomed the big boss with open arms, "Come on!"

"What's the matter?" Song Ya and Jenny who got up kissed close to each other, shook hands or hugs other people, and finally sat down between him and Sloan.

"AOL Time Warner just released its annual report..."

While speaking, Sloan quietly stepped on the toes of his high heels on Song Ya's feet, "54 billion knives in losses, 28 billion knives in debt."

"How much?" Song Ya thought she had heard it wrong.

"You heard correctly about APLUS, the market will open tomorrow. There will be good shows. NYSE, Nasdaq, rating agencies, Securities Commission, Ministry of Justice...Hoho, that's Time Warner! I really don’t know Time Magazine, CUU How would you whitewash your own scandal..." Holden Mifflin's president gloated over and over.

"I heard they have a problem with false accounts." The relatives of Jenny's family are at least middle-class and above. They are very decent to participate in this kind of upper-class dinner party. A young man with a lot of elites joined the topic.

"Of course, Time Warner said that AOL had falsified before the merger, and AOL in turn accused Time Warner...In general, the Internet companies had a bigger bubble and burst earlier. That merger counted as a loss for Time Warner."

"Who told them to merge with AOL, which has a high market value, before the dot-com bubble burst."

"Who can think of it?"

"Ha ha!"

Everyone, you say a word to me, Song Ya is also trying to digest the news. It’s really unexpected. I thought that the first company to explode would be Enron Andersen-related companies. On the contrary, Arthur Andersen-affiliated WorldCom is still doing well, first. The quarterly financial report shows that its profit trend is roughly equal to that of competitor ATandT.

Unexpectedly, on the contrary, the AOL that I am very familiar with blew up...

AOL Time Warner’s own market capitalization is just how much... Internet stocks like AOL have fallen horribly after the stock disaster. Is the industry good or bad...

Everyone chatted and found that the Black Pharaoh was in a daze. Only then did they remember that he was a Netscape shareholder before, and Netscape was acquired by AOL, and AOL acquired Time Warner. Does he still hold it?

"Uh..."

President Houghton Mifflin chose to get up immediately, tapping the forks to quiet the audience, "Everyone, please allow me to be very honored to welcome Ms. Jennifer Connelly as a member of the Houghton Mifflin family. Let us all raise a glass for her..."

Song Ya, whose thoughts were interrupted, followed Sloan to stand up with everyone, and raised a toast to Jenny.

"Thank you, thank you." Jennifer pressed her chest and kept thanking Mr. President and relatives and guests who were toasting.

She was conceived during the frantic competition with Halle on the eve of the Oscars. In order to appease the laurels of the shadow queen, Song Ya speeded up the progress and arranged her to be a director of a branch of Houghton Mifflin.

That company was in charge of elementary school textbooks and other publications. It happened to be the counterpart of his children’s fund ambassador. The Hollywood actress suddenly went to be a director of a company. Generally, the outside world would think it was a mascot, leaving it to the independent board of the charity organization. In fact, Song Ya and she both plan to find opportunities to take over the senior deputy position of the branch company in the future, and then look at work performance or how much she likes the new job to decide the next step.

The mascot has the position of the mascot, and the capable female elite has the position of the female elite. From now on, it will look at her own actual work performance.

"This year Disney is not having a good time. They suffered the most from the September 11th incident. Those Disney parks and film companies..."

The topic that President Holden Mifflin interrupted came back after a toast. The male relatives of Jenny's family should have a bit of a show of thought in front of the top rich in the country, the CEO of the media group, and the president of the largest education publishing house.

"Sorry, let's be out of company."

AOL Time Warner's thunder may mean an opportunity. Song Ya and Sloan talked in a low voice and then had to leave the meeting on their mobile phones, calling their old friend Jim Clark.

"Jim, I read the news..."

"Ha! Many people call to care about me today." Jim Clark should be fine, his voice is still loud and full of air, "I'm fine! APLUS, I'm sorry I can't disclose the internal situation of AOL Time Warner, but I want to say: it's fine. OK? It’s just to start again, and we are not Enron..."

"But the public opinion battle between AOL and Time Warner fell to Jim."

After the stock market crash, Time Warner, which has a large number of traditional media, has already beaten the AOL system in external public opinion. Chairman and CEO Steve Case, Jim Clark and the others have been created to be false account blowing balloons. The credit card is forcibly married to Time Warner’s online scammers. “According to this trend, your AOL department will be re-split according to the will of Time Warner Group if you don’t go bankrupt...”

"Hahaha! Don't think about my words! It's okay! OK? Okay, let's stop talking, I will be very busy tonight..."

It's a pity that Jim Clark's hard spirit didn't last until the end, "Uh, right APLUS, are you...are you interested in sailing now?"

"Mr. Chairman, all the filming and editing work of The Wolf of Wall Street has been completed, and the summer file for this year is set..."

In Manhattan, Goldman Sachs Chairman Paulson saw the cautiousness of his men reporting, and he knew that Pharaoh Pharaoh insisted on letting the plot of his insinuations be shown publicly, and he immediately got up angrily, "Is there anything else?"

"Uh, Messier, the president of Vivendi Global, thinks this week is a good opportunity for them to release their annual report." The subordinate replied.

"Hehe, because AOL Time Warner just exploded?" Paulson was out of anger. Goldman Sachs suffered heavy losses in this wave of Enron Andersen serial explosions. Now it is AOL Time Warner, and the French have only found it until now. I have the opportunity to publish the annual report. I want to know and plan to take advantage of the heavy news to cover up ghost-level operations, "How much have they lost this year?"

"It should be at the level of 23 billion euros..."

"puff!"

In Boston, where the dinner is still going on, Jenny looks at the empty seat in front of him and winks at Sloan for inquiries.

Sloan, who had just gone out to answer the phone, shook his head at her, "Mrs. Connery, can the security guard open the gate of the manor? I have a friend here."

"Okay." Jenny's mother left the table and ordered. "Who is it?" she asked casually.

"Mr. Linton, Vice President of Disney," Sloan replied.

The conversation during the dinner stopped for a moment, "Let's go to the door." Jenny's father also got up, planning to take his wife and daughter out to greet her.

"No, he has to talk to APLUS privately first." Sloan stopped.

"Okay." Jenny's parents sat down again.

"APLUS movies are basically released by Disney's Bowei Pictures, right?" someone asked.

"Yes, he and Mr. Linton have known each other for a long time. Before, Mr. Linton was the president of Hollywood Pictures, Cat and Mouse Game... Do you have an impression?" Jenny replied.

"certainly."

"It's their joint production and launch."

"That's it."

"Why did you come here?" Song Ya waited on the lawn for Linton's car to drive into the manor, and asked him who got off the car in a hurry.

"I'm looking for you, APLUS."

Linton was always joking and had a problem with his big mouth, but today he was very serious, and he dragged Song Ya to a tree on the edge of the lawn when he got off the car, "Are we friends?"

"certainly."

"OK, our emperor intends to abdicate." Linton burst out a shocking anecdote.

"WTF?"

Song Ya was very surprised, "He is willing?"

"He can't stand it anymore, the people inside and Roy Disney have joined forces to rebel..."

Linton briefly explained, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com "He intends to issue a financial report tomorrow, a very bad financial report, and then announced that he will be responsible for finding a successor for Disney at the same time, and start to take care of the funeral!"

"Then you..."

Song Ya pointed to him that Linton's current position is the vice president of the Disney Group and the president of the copyright company, and he should not be enough to take Eisner's class.

"Yes!"

But Linton himself obviously didn't think so, "I have been a cow and horse for him for so many years, flattering, and doing dirty work. He should take me into consideration!"

He should have found some unfavorable news, and he was both angry and excited, "For so many years...you have to help me APLUS this time! I must have a good return!"

At this time, Jenny went out and walked towards Kuan Kuan, Song Ya stopped the private conversation and embraced her, ""

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