Chicago 1990

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‘Comeon, Underwood, are you going to waste your time playing vowel games? ’

‘I would love to play, U! Think I! O! U! A! Apologize? No, no, you are so wrong, U...’

The TV is on and Song Ya is watching. The picture shows the video of Underwood's debate on CUU in order to facilitate the passage of the financial reform bill in 2009. Underwood, who was not good at witty, was forced to a dead end by his opponents. He wanted to interrupt, knowing that the brain was wrong and played a game of finding the vowels of English words in front of all-meter TV viewers, but he missed it, and the live broadcast was shameful.

His public image is normal. He used to hide in the iron ticket area to promote strengths and avoid weaknesses. He rarely appeared in the public eye. He suddenly produced a catastrophic performance. He was edited and played on the Internet by various video players. The laughingstock character.

But now his voice and smile fell in Song Ya's eyes, and there was only sadness and nostalgia.

"You should go now."

Ms. Sloan came in to remind.

"Are you still studying Underwood?" Song Ya didn't move, but asked instead.

This is Sloan’s safe house in Washington’s residence. The disguised entrance, code doors, emergency food, generators and other'doomsday items' are all available. It is very small. There are many discs and even old video cassettes piled around the TV. A lot of things related to Underwood were all numbered and marked by Sloan.

Obviously, Sloan did not deny, "The Secret Service agent, Lincoln Barrows still refuses to plead guilty. He insisted that he did not shoot Underwood, which is very strange." She said.

"Don't check it. Underwood has passed away for a year. The US deputy commander was shot and killed in such a big case. If you can find out the truth independently, then the US law enforcement agencies would have found it long ago."

Song Ya persuaded her, "If you can't find it out, then his behind-the-scenes forces...In short, it is discovered that you are investigating privately, which is not good for us."

"I don't have that sense of justice, so I just play a puzzle game."

Of course Sloan knew the stakes and snarled at the TV, "What do you see?"

"Underwood is not good at campaigning and not good at pleasing the public. We have already known this a long time ago."

Song Ya said: "He is an ambitious man who must be revenge and cruel, and a politician wants to avoid the election to get to the throne...becoming deputy commander is the only way, just like Lyndon Johnson who succeeded Kennedy."

"Yes, your good brain hasn't been hollowed out by the wine."

Sloan praised, "It's a pity that the loss of Underwood's influence on us is a blow."

"People can't come back from death, don't regret it." Song Ya persuaded.

"This year his widow Claire wants to inherit his electoral district? Running for the House of Representatives? Will you support it?"

"certainly."

"OK...Also, I'll quit when I finish this job. I'm fed up with this place." Sloan said again.

"It's up to you, you can be happy. If you go back to the business world... then help me take care of Litman Media? The chairmanship is still for you. You are not here, and I have been busy for the past four years."

Song Ya answered. In 2008, the only Houghton Mifflin publishing house under Littman Media, through several major mergers and acquisitions in the education and publishing industry, increased the market value to 10 billion. However, with the outbreak of the subprime mortgage crisis, huge Unfortunately, now only one-third of what it was at its peak is left. Fortunately, the OpenDiary website has been transformed smoothly under its own command, and it has made up for the loss of the publishing industry.

"busy?"

Sloan expressed his disbelief, "By the way, you and that little girlfriend... India Esley have maintained a long relationship? Why, do you plan to take care of it?"

"Ahem..." Take your heart? If it doesn't exist, Song Ya coughs.

"I found that your taste hasn't changed much over the years, and I prefer those with a small animal face..."

Sloan glanced at his watch, "Stop talking, go out soon, it's too late."

"Um."

Song Ya hugged her and gave a face-to-face ceremony. In 2012, she was almost forty years old, and she was also fifty years old. The beauty was twilight, and she could feel her flaming red lips that were so white that glowing lightly touched. To the thick makeup powder and fine lines on the face.

"It's a pity that I can't accompany you to the scene this time."

Of course, she is still very thin, her temperament is still capable and sharp, and with the precipitation of time, she has become more calm and elegant, sending each other away. When she left the house, she joked: "So... be smart, Boy."

"If the education minister of the current government sits behind me, the gang of senators like the party will be crazy."

Song Ya smiled back.

It is another election year, and the Elephant Party has spent a lot of effort to once again send himself, the big gold lord of the Michel dynasty, to the Senate hearing. This is today.

"Leave it to you Linda." Sloan smiled at Linda who was waiting outside the door.

"Don't worry." Linda hasn't changed much. It's the black bucket aunt. She is more bloated and staggered. She has retired from the management position of the record company, "BOSS..."

"I'm going to trouble you Linda again." Song Ya nodded with the muffler that opened the door, and got into the car quickly.

"Well, I am honored."

Cadillac drove into Capitol Hill and met with the huge team of lawyers and staff who were already waiting there. "Ha! Pierre!" He shook hands with Pierre Sutton who was approaching. There are more blacks, and Pierre performed well back then, and helped his immature self at the hearing a lot, "Long time no see."

"Yes, you haven't changed from Mr. APLUS at all."

Pierre from the Manhattan Gang and the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation is much older, "Let’s go in, it’s about to start."

"OK."

Taking a firm step, Song Ya was hugged to the Senate Hearing Hall after being called forward. On the way, he met acquaintances from time to time, such as the former ace anchor Gordon who was still working as a member of the House of Representatives in Boston.

"Mr. APLUS."

"Mr. Member."

Gordon's political spectrum returned to the right after the Great Economic Crisis in 2008. The more middle route is not very popular with voters. This year, even the optional battle should be very hard.

But that's not Song Ya's concern. Gordon has always been grateful to himself and has been very active in cooperating in the House of Representatives.

Of course Song Ya's money has never been cut.

When it was not a conversation, the two exchanged only a few words.

"Jenny? Hi!"

Jenny in the Information Department was standing outside the lobby and confessing her work to her colleagues, but Capitol Hill is not included in her usual scope of work, and appearing here should be deliberate.

"Hi, APLUS."

Even more intimacy outside the normal range can’t be realized. Jenny is the “big star” in this government. There are countless eyes staring at the workplace. In public, it is the object that the camera likes to capture. She speaks and wears various styles. news.

"You are punctual."

Jenny pushed the door open, and she was still slightly plump. She was very anti-aging and charming.

Because of the public office, the two children's children Rams will inevitably be exposed. She used the same excuse as Judy Foster to get the adopted Haitian orphan.

"Call back." Song Ya quietly blinked at her, and walked inside.

The time was squeezed. The senators attending the hearing were all there, but they were not yet seated. As soon as Song Ya and his party arrived, the reporters' shutters rang.

In the middle of the testimony stand, he sat down behind his name badge, still the same way. Linda was sitting next to him and the lawyer on the other side. Song Zecheng would normally not be shown in such occasions. Same goes for Pierre Sutton, behind him. Prepare to remind all kinds of details at any time.

"Wait, this scene..."

The editor-in-chief of Mi Associated Press saw the live photos sent back and suddenly seemed to think of something, "Nine...96? Are the old photos of APLUS participating in the Congressional hearing still on file?" He asked the editor.

"If there is one, it must be there." The editor tapped the keyboard and quickly found news photos from 16 or 7 years ago in the image database.

"Wow, the black pharaoh was really young then..."

The old editor looked at the picture and sighed repeatedly. The black pharaoh was only in his early twenties. He placed his hands on the table properly, his eyes staring so that the boss looked straight into the camera, his eyes with some innocence, curiosity and mature composure. He is much handsomer than he is now, with Linda and white lawyers still beside him...

The lawyer at the time was Hamlin, but the change of the lawyer was not the editor's focus.

"At that time, APLUS was very rich, right?" the editor asked.

"Well, it seemed that Netscape had just launched on the market at the time, and it was very popular. Everyone used Netscape's browser. You young people don't understand." The editor nodded.

"Huh? Is the woman behind the Secretary of Education Sloan?" The editor found a bit of information from behind Pierre Sutton.

"Ms. Sloan has always been his... well, don't use this one."

The editor-in-chief selected Zhang Sloan who was not in the mirror, and chose a similar photo in today's new photos, "Make a comparative note, send it out, and hurry up."

The editors led the work, PS photos, PS photos, and information searchers. Soon, the two photos were cropped into a wide format and put together for comparison.

In 1996, APLUS was in the hearing, age: 21, personal wealth: 500 million meters.

In 2012, APLUS was in the hearing, age: 37, personal wealth: 40 billion meters.

The black Pharaoh’s face below is already fatter, and it looks much greasy than before, but the tycoon’s style is undoubtedly obvious. He no longer pays attention to the camera, and has been looking at the documents on the table with his eyelids down, his ring finger pressed against it. On the paper documents, thinking about something alone, there is no way to see any emotions from the expression.

"The world hasn't come out of the financial crisis yet, but these rich people are even richer." An editor looked at the string of complaints behind the four.

"Yeah." The editor-in-chief didn't want to talk about this issue.

Senator McKean, who represented the Elephant Party losing the election in 2008, was reading the manuscript. Song Ya slid the document on the table while listening intently.

A few minutes later, the questioning session began, "APLUS, I have a document here, which shows that the current campaign team led by The service called'Internet Data Consultation' is used to assist the election. Can you confirm its authenticity?" An Elephant Party senator raised a document and asked a question.

The lawyers around him pushed the relevant documents and the ‘correct answer’ to the front.

"Yes, I confirm, Mr. Senator." Song Ya leaned into the microphone and replied.

"According to the investigation by the Election Special Prosecutor's Office, your Internet consulting department called a large amount of data from the YAHOO search engine, including user information, search keywords and other personal privacy-related content..."

"Speaking of inaccurate calls, it is more appropriate to use Internet-based public information retrieval technology. Some senators. Litman Media attaches great importance to protecting the privacy of users, let alone infringing on it. This is our obligation."

"Haha, given that you also held shares in YAHOO at the time."

"I'm just a small investor, and I have never held any position in YAHOO. The two parties are only a business partnership."

In 2009, Song Ya cooperated with Karl Icahn and other YAHOO shareholders to go crazy, and successfully forced YAHOO to agree to a premium acquisition of more than 40 billion US dollars from Microsoft, and took the money out of it. "And now all of them have withdrawn, Mr. Senator."

If you don’t accompany Microsoft and the richest man to challenge Comcast’s Robertson family, everything will be perfect. Song Ya feels a little regretful, "What? I didn’t understand. I’m sorry, Mr. Senator."

"I mean, you and Litman Media deeply participated in and manipulated the 2008 election. Do you admit this?"

"No, Mr. Senator."

"A...Mr. Song, according to the information we have, OpenDiary under Litman Media is currently one of the most popular social networking sites for Americans to log in. You are also the world's largest personal blog, social game and classified based on topics and interests. Online communication community. At the same time, OpenDiary has not yet provided account login verification services on other websites. The current market share is..."

"Yes."

"The Beats website owned by your Palm company is currently the world's second largest online music store and the largest music exchange community and record database."

"Yes."

"Have you used this data for campaigns, or used it to assist in pushing campaign advertisements to target groups? Answer me after you think about it."

"OpenDiary and Beats websites have the strictest privacy protection clauses, and all our actions are legal..."

Nonsense, of course, and the 2008 general election made him more truly aware of the power of using these big data techniques to influence public opinion and the power of the general election, but Song Ya will not admit it, and of course he cannot deny it directly. Anyway, the hearing He knows how to skillfully, "Mr. Senator."

"Please answer me positively."

"This is a difficult question to answer simply. Mr. Senator, the Internet is open. The concept of Web2.0 is that users are not only the viewers of website content but also the creators and sharers of website content. Users themselves are interactive or passive. In interactive social behaviors, they actively share public information with others. This information..."

Song Ya began to drop his bookbags and repeat reading long stories.

"Puff..." Jenny, who was watching the broadcast outside, couldn't help but laughed when she saw this familiar scene. The man's trick has been tried and tested for more than ten years.

The older veterans can’t keep up with their ideas at all. They don’t understand at all, and they can’t really take a world’s fifth richest man, whose industries span media and entertainment, the Internet, chip design, consumer electronics, winemaking, and even defense subcontracting. The new Chicago consortium in other fields is thinking about it. The detention is nothing more than to disrupt the re-election campaign of the current commander. They also don't want the rare time to be wasted, so they soon began to'appeal to emotions'.

"I still have a document here, or a form."

McKean also showed new evidence to show, “You and the companies and organizations you control will score the candidates of Quanmi according to this table, and then combine the data collected by you for infringing on the privacy of users to comprehensively judge a candidate. The winning percentage, and then decide how much political contributions to invest in the opponent, is that right?"

"This is not true." Song Ya denied.

"Please repeat this answer again, pay attention to the record." McKean bluffed.

"This is not the truth, Mr. Senator."

This table was compiled by Sloan before. How many points should be added for supporting gun ban, how many points should be added for supporting issues such as racial equality, LGBTQ, feminist rights, immigration, abortion, etc. The candidates are ethnic minorities, women, immigrants, etc. LGBTQ and others have added how many points each. If the Elephant Party did not know how to get this watch, it would be impossible for him to be forced to sit on this chair today.

Fortunately, the form in their hands is not a complete version, and the chain of evidence that can be traced back to themselves or their own companies and organizations is not sufficient. "I don't know that there is such a form... In fact, this is the first time I have seen it."

"You are lying, giving false testimony at the Congressional hearing!"

"I promise I don't, Mr. Senator."

"Hehe, APLUS, do you know what people in the U.S. Congress call you and your congressmen in private here?"

"Let's say there is no such thing as my councillor."

"A+ Network! And you are the real center of this dirty political spider web! Not the person in the White House!"

"This word sounds like an inferior copy of Koch's octopus, ha..."

Song Ya showed his sharp rebellion and immediately raised his hand and surrendered. "I was just a joking Senator. I did fund some campaigns, but what I did was related to other political interests. White Americans are no different."

McEnough was enough, and he didn't pursue it any more.

Passed easily, Pierre Sutton and the lawyer did not interrupt the reminder in the middle, Song Ya then had a leisurely mind and Joe made a POSE and accepted the pictures of the reporters who came round.

"A wealthy African-American funded the African-American leader. Because of this, he was summoned by the Elephant Party to be besieged on Capitol Hill! Defamation! Persecution!"

That night, Rashida scolded in grief on the anchor station, "This is racial discrimination! Think about it, if APLUS is white, would he be treated like this?"

(End of this chapter)