Chicago 1990

Two thousand twenty seven.

"No! Don't think about it, don't think about it anymore, don't hesitate!"

Before the people arrived, the words were heard first. Song Ya’s voice spread into the corridors on both sides with platinum and diamond certified copies, and then he appeared, “We have been preparing for so long, and it’s next year! The opportunity for next year is great. Good Melissa!"

At the age of fifty-two, he looks better than it was ten years ago. His hair is dark, his figure is well-proportioned, and his sharply contoured face is filled with endless domineering and self-confidence. His eyes and footsteps are extremely firm. Melissa Gold, an old law school classmate and current Littman Media Group CEO who followed behind, said loudly: "I am older than Arkansas in 1992! My M-FXXK doesn't want to wait anymore! I announced earlier, Set up the campaign team earlier, coordinate the party earlier, believe me, we can win next year!"

"May the chairman suggest..." The chairman of Melissa's mouth pointed to Ms. Sloan.

"She is always the old theory of the gold master. I don't want to listen to her this time. I must stand up and do something. If this goes on, the United States is over! I have to work hard, winning or losing is the future problem!"

Song Ya interrupted impatiently.

"She wants you to go back to Chicago and have a good chat in person." Melissa, who is the same age, is also over fifty, but she needs a trot to stay with her.

"I have discussed everything with her, there is nothing to talk about! She just refuses to call me..."

"She insists that you go..."

Melissa took out a hundred-yuan bill from the folder, "She asked me to show you this."

"Uh…"

Song Ya glanced back, "Don't go or go! The old lady is...returning..."

"what?"

The old woman whispered behind him, but Melissa didn't hear it clearly.

"nothing…"

"Daddy!" Across the corridor, a mixed-race boy was reaching for the hearing aid on the ear of the old Mike who was dozing off at the door of his office. When he saw him, he turned happily and hugged his leg.

"Ooo, my little Toman."

Toman is the youngest son of himself and Aimee Bershield, Song Ya hugged him and kissed him and put it down, "Don't run around, go to mom, go, be good."

"If you really want to announce that you are running for commander-in-chief, you have to fix his mother first." Melissa said, looking at the back of Toman who happily ran into the corridor.

Among all her forests, Melissa dislikes Aimee Bershid the least. She thinks she can toss and mess up too much. Song Ya knows her well, "Don’t worry, I can control Aimee, she won’t be messy. Speaker."

But Aimee Bershid’s role in recent years is a bit similar to that of Xue Linfen. Relying on the external two-way plug’s personality, he can often quietly help himself with young and beautiful girls, not being jealous, having fun, and coaxing himself. It's very comfortable, and it feels a bit inseparable.

And with the gradual aging of her mind and body, Song Ya likes his handsome, motivated, sweet-mouthed son Joffrey more and more with Aimee.

While speaking, he bent over and put the hearing aid that Toman had taken down to Old Mike's ear, "Mike! Mike!"

He yelled to old Mike to the hearing aid. He had begun to have symptoms of Alzheimer's. The nearly 90-year-old old Mike's eyelids trembled and he opened his eyes with difficulty and gave him a blank look, but he closed again soon.

"Oh! Forget it, go to sleep."

Song Ya would give him the end of his retirement anyway, and tried to communicate to no avail and gave up, "Hey, this old man..." Melissa spit out while smiling, and opened the multi-protection office with a key, fingerprint and password, and walked in first. .

"And your other children, illegitimate children, lover..."

Melissa reminded worriedly: "If you have already decided...this is a general election, our opponents will shamelessly take advantage of your weaknesses."

"Don't worry, it's all comforted long ago, it's okay, is there anyone who doesn't know who I am?"

Song Ya sat down at the boss's table and answered.

"Then you should get married in advance and choose a wife that voters like. Alicia Keys is good for consolidating African American votes. Rashida Jones is also good. Remarrying Mariah Carey is also good. She can make American people happy, or Shakira? Can please Latinos... Except for James Buchanan, no American leader is a bachelor. That is already in the 18th century."

"Don't nag Melissa, now voters don't like this anymore. Gen Z has grown up."

Song Ya waved his hand indifferently, "Maybe it is better for me to expose that having a boyfriend is better than marrying a woman, or that sentence, I know in my heart, I have been preparing for this day for a long time, and I have been trying to figure out the public's psychology for at least ten years. ."

"Oh! Alright, alright..."

Melissa had to agree, "You are the boss. Uh, can I ask a question?"

"Just ask."

"Is your participation in the election related to the failure to acquire the Chicago Mercantile Exchange Group last year?"

"It doesn't matter."

Song Ya frowned, stretched out her hand to interrupt, "Is my speech draft ready for the election?"

In fact, the acquisition of Sears in the past made him miserable. Song Yaben believed that this kind of charity was enough to control the Chicago Consortium, but he did not expect that the old money was still reluctant to sell the last Chicago Mercantile Exchange under the temptation of high premiums. The group sold it to itself, and under that group there is the Chicago Board of Trade.

There is also the Jewish consortium. After David Geffen sold the Jack Warner Manor in Beverly Hills to his complete retirement, Song Ya and the Jewish consortium had no powerful intermediaries. Comcast, News Corp, Victoria In the business competition between Yacom, Gugou, Facebook, etc. and their own companies, they always seem to have endless money to burn, and they always act in concert. The situation of Litman Media and OpenDiary is getting more and more difficult...

It's still the ceiling, and everything in the end is due to the invisible ceiling because of his blood line like a tarsal maggot. It is not only his ideal to run for the leader, but also to completely break and smash it!

Of course, there is also the element of the sense of mission as a traverser.

"It's done..." Melissa took out the speech and handed it over.

"Well, I'll go through it first." Song Ya got the hand and glanced roughly, "It should be a big change."

"no problem."

Melissa saw him start to concentrate on the speech, "Then I will go back first."

"Remember to let Daniel and Axelrod set aside time. After I announce my candidacy, I will come to my help and tell Ms. Sloan that the campaign manager is none other than her."

"Okay. Uh, about your running partner... do you have a favorite?"

Melissa walked to the door and turned back, smiling and raising her fists to agitate, "AOC! AOC!"

"I don't want the woman who can intern in the federal senator's office but goes to New York to play the role of a bar waiter, who sells grass-roots people but has received 30 million campaign funds in the iron ticket district just to ensure that the district federal congressman is re-elected."

Song Ya didn’t even want to reject Melissa’s recommendation. “It’s too early to consider a running partner. Anyway, there is a high probability that it will be used for trading in the primary election. If I can control it, I will probably choose Ronan Farrow. Ronan Farrow after Viveenstein has always had a reputation for integrity and fear of power. He is your Jewish descent, Woody Allen’s son, and it is suspected that her mother and Sinatra had an affair...inside the U.S. Now that the division is so divided, the people will like two outstanding middle-aged male elites at the helm, just like the combination of Arkansas and Gore back then. History is a cycle..."

"OK, OK... you really thought about everything."

Melissa went out and closed the door.

When there was only one person left in the office, Song Ya casually crumpled up the speech prepared by Melissa and threw it into the trash can, got up and went to the door to check if the door was closed.

"Ugh!"

Then he wandered around his office, and saw his young face and eight-pack abs on the early propaganda posters on the wall and he couldn't help but sighed sadly. His eyes showed nostalgia and various trophies in the corner of honor. Lamy, Oscar, Emmy, Tony...

By investing and serving as the producer of the musical Hamilton, he finally made up the four Grand Slams of EGOT.

The JD degree certificate, honorary doctorate certificate of Da Song Law School and honorary doctorate of other universities...

A group photo with top political and business figures from various countries, a group photo with Mandela, and a group photo with his ex-wife, Walter, David Cole, Roberto Clerville at dinner...

He cleaned up his mood, and easily turned a little crooked. The antler pendant placed in his first studio was righted, then he pressed the mechanism, opened the secret compartment, and entered the password and fingerprint to open the safe inside.

On the safe are some family portraits of him and the children in the forest and the forest. He picked it up and looked at it for a while. Finally, he took out a few pieces of paper. This was the speech he really prepared for announcing his participation in the general election.

Another ten years have passed, and he is indeed ready for everything.

“I’m standing here today because I think I’m responsible. Amerika has reached the most dangerous and critical crossroad. I’m not alarmist. I must stand up and do what I should do, as an American. , The duty of the richest American..."

He stood in front of the mirror and began to practice, "Today’s speech, I will talk about a lot of complex and professional words. I don’t want to show off. I don’t know how to speak, but I think it’s more popular with people. It is an arrogant behavior to speak with a simple vocabulary that is deliberately used, provocative and easy to understand, because doing so in itself means that the speaker defaults to the audience, and the understanding of all American people is limited to this. I disdain it... "

"Today, I want to make my words clear, I want to make my campaign platform clear, and communicate with you very frankly, I..."

When he read this, he felt that his passion was not enough. He went to the stereo and picked the first Dou Wei's "And You" to open, then went to the wine cabinet, and poured himself a glass of Chivas Regal's new sauce-flavored whiskey.

In the season of falling leaves

Feel chills

And you

you

Lonely days

Against myself

And you

you

"Ok…"

He raised his neck and drank, he licked his lips and sighed with contentment. He also burped a drink, took another glass, held it in his hand and returned to the mirror, "I, this stage name is APLUS and my real name is Alexander Song, and he was born in a slum in South Chicago. I was born with nothing. When I first set foot on the land of Manhattan, New York, when I was fifteen, I was still wearing second-hand clothes. The U.S. made me, and here, I developed my U.S. dream..."

"It was also the United States that almost destroyed me. I still have six scars left after being shot. I was shot five times... well, Barabara..."

This period was too familiar, so he automatically skipped it, and spent his main energy on adjusting his gestures, "Be firm, and be infectious." He stretched out his right hand to direct the movement, and kept reminding himself.

"The U.S. needs change, reform, real change and reform. We must establish a new one between New York, Illinois, California and Texas, the greatest common divisor between the people of the U.S., and we A new, greatest common divisor must be established between whites and African, Latino, Asian and other ethnic groups. We must establish a new, greatest common divisor between the United States and the other side of the ocean, otherwise we will Destroy ourselves, destroy the peace and well-being of the whole world..."

Afraid of whether this new love will be destroyed

Worried about the future

More worried about my existence

Cold rainy night

Like someone is crying

And you

you

Broad mind

Is the memory of the past

And you

you

He gradually entered the show, more and more freely, that is, his throat became dry after the strong alcohol entered his throat, and he felt a little burning in his chest. He had not drunk enough, and he just waited for the slight drunkenness to feel. He took a sip, "We The problem of the gap between the rich and the poor must be resolved immediately, immediately! I don’t want to talk too much nonsense. Except for the rich man’s tax, I hereby promise that after I am elected, I will go one step further and take a big step to completely exempt charities, trusts and other organizations from taxation and tax avoidance. Decoupling, this is a caring country, the middle class and even the poor are willing to help others, but the rich, I am the richest, I know too well, this group has better and more adequate financial means to use these charitable and trust activities Avoid a lot of taxation for yourself. If you really want to help others, that’s great. No matter what you pay or whatever, you can help. You don’t need to be tied to tax payment at all. This is two different things! Let’s join hands. Return all of this to what it should be!"

"thanks, thanks…"

There should be applause here, Song Ya waved to the mirror slightly, smiling and waiting for the ‘applause’ to end.

"We must solve the problem of monopoly media immediately! After I am elected, we will immediately start to spin off the monopoly media group, so that Viacom BC, News Corporation FOX, Disney ABdT Time Warner will return to the more than 70 medium-sized media in the Reagan era. The pattern of free competition allows the principle of fairness and balance to return to journalism, and the ban on mixed industries to return, so that the media will no longer follow the so-called "loudest voice" of a few tycoons, but let them speak out from the media and the general public. The public's own courage, integrity, social responsibility, moral responsibility, and justified voice!"

"We must solve the problem of Internet monopoly immediately! We will split up Valuation Dog, Facebook, Apple and Amazon, restrict their abuse of power and tacit actions in social media, and re-establish rules and legislation for the so-called popularity-based list calculation methods. Incorporate deliberate manipulation into crimes such as news fraud and public trust fraud..."

"We must immediately solve the problems of the financial industry and reform the U.S. Federal Reserve. I have already called for it during the Internet bubble in 2001. In 1999, the U.S. Federal Reserve and the Ministry of Finance jointly promoted the U.S. Congress to permanently abolish the U.S. Commodity Futures Trading Commission’s financial derivatives. The right to supervise products has indeed become the root cause of the 2008 financial crisis. The world has not yet emerged from that crisis. I will change this situation immediately after I am elected! Similarly, the ban on investment banks and banks will also return. …"

"We will put more effort into the cause of equal rights. After I am elected, 2% of the annual GDP will be used for African Americans and other minorities, 2% for sexual minorities, and 2% for sexual minorities. For women, provide them with the right to live a fair life..."

"We can no longer borrow money to consume. If the rice yuan is spread like this, it will be worthless and like a waste paper! After being elected, I will drastically cut military expenditures and abolish more than 70% of overseas bases and garrisons. Yuan returned to before the collapse of the Blington Woods system, let Mi Yuan become a real Mi Jin cough cough cough..."

The more he talked, the more excited he became. He was choked by himself. He felt more uncomfortable in his chest and redness appeared on his face. He stopped drinking and stopped drinking. He drank the remaining wine and put the glass back on the table, "Of course, I It is not to bind the rice yuan to gold again, but to bind it to a basket of equivalents. From now on, the one meter in my hand..."

He opened the drawer and searched, found the one-meter dollar bill and returned it to the mirror, holding it in his hand. “One-meter yuan will contain traces of precious metals such as gold, silver, and copper, and traces of standard iron ore and copper. Minerals, rare earth ores and other base metals, traces of various specifications of steel, aluminum and other metal products, traces of various specifications of oil, natural gas and other energy sources, traces of cotton, wheat, rice, soybeans, corn and other agricultural products, traces of cotton yarn, Basic consumer goods such as cloth and gasoline, and even traces of various basic small commodities, as well as traces of electricity, carbon tax, chip tax, clean water tax, etc. M-FXXK what's wrong with me?"

Waiting for beautiful spring

Endure the cold winter

Waiting to experience the valley

Experience this taste

Give me a while

To compose a poem of love

Give me some comfort

I will be intoxicated

Ah~ah~ah~

His mother coughed up bleeding, "WTF?" Song Ya saw the bloodshot eyes in his palm, a little confused, and looked at the mirror with his big mouth, "Isn't it broken?"

"Ling Ling Ling..."

At this time, there was a call, he went to pick up the handset in doubt, and answered the phone first.

"I'm going to kill you APLUS Aung Aung Aung!"

The ex-wife screamed on the phone, "I'm going to kill you!"

"What's your nerve for no reason!?" Song Ya shouted at him.

"You **** ask me!?"

"Can't you just say something, Mimi, it's always like this!"

"Small movie site! Go and watch it yourself! You made me so miserable, so humiliated the whole world at such an age..."

"What little movie..."

Song Ya was wondering when he clicked on the website that his ex-wife said. The homepage was a large series of videos with APLUS keywords. He clicked on an APLUS plus Mariah Carey, unexpectedly...

"Ho!"

It turned out to be taken by the previous two...

Song Ya's pupils shrank suddenly, "This is impossible!"

"Why did it flow out!?" the ex-wife asked.

"This is impossible!"

Song Ya clicked on himself and Rashida's, and immediately turned off, as well as those with Xuelinfen, Milla, Amy, Shakira, Charis, and even Judy Foster...

"I want to ask you something!"

"Uh, uh..." Song Ya recalled, as if all these things were recorded with old-fashioned DV a long time ago. "There is only one possibility. I took these videos and reproduced them in 2K HD many years ago... but I did. Perfect protection measures!"

"Well!? Go and die!" the ex-wife scolded, "The children must have seen it..."

"I... I also did it for..."

This must be aimed at her general election. After so many years of old routines, Song Ya was so angry that her chest was blocked, "Leave a good memory, that kind of video cassette will take a long time, and the quality of the picture is not good. Look, how good your figure was before..."

Indeed, the comments below are all "So Mariah Carey used to have such a top figure?" ‘Mariah Carey was so beautiful back then’, ‘APLUS is such a macho’, ‘I envy APLUS too much’, ‘The rich still spend money...’ and so on.

"OMG!" ex-wife wailed.

"This is a conspiracy, it must be a conspiracy..."

Song Ya felt that she was starting to lack oxygen, and her brain was in a mess. He clicked on and Rashida's. The first message below is "Oh, Rashida actually drinks APLUS..."

"puff!"

A sweet throat, a blood arrow sprayed directly onto the screen from his mouth, "No, this wine..."

"What wine!?"

"Call an ambulance to Mimi, I'm at Jack Warner Manor!"

This impulse in my heart

Weaving my dreams

The beauty flashes in my dream let me have it

Ah ah ah~

Ahhhh...

They are so cruel! Song Ya finally reacted, put down the microphone, turned and rushed towards the door, "Mike!"

Before he hit the doorknob with his hand, he had run out of strength, staggering to the ground, and his body was in severe pain everywhere.

"Mike! Mike!"

The heart beats wildly, he struggled painfully, let himself face up, hallucinations had appeared before his eyes, the ceiling was hazy, like a constantly changing cloud...

"Help! Dead old man..."

The old Mike outside the door hangs his head and puts his hands softly. It seems that he can't hear the cry inside...

"Ho, help..."

Waiting for beautiful spring

Endure the cold winter

Waiting to experience

Experience this taste

"Dididi...Ring Lingling..."

"a ha ha ha!"

All the phones were ringing wildly, and the video on the computer automatically played to the next one. Judy Foster laughed and looked at the man in front of him who was wearing only panties, twisting and dancing, and walked towards her.

She reached out and poked the man's iron-like abdominal muscles, and then took out a small green bill as a reward.

"Ah ha ha!"

Halle and Natasha Kinsky were trembling with laughter, and Mira in the distance slumped on the sofa with her face in her hands.

‘Damn, is that Natasha Kinsky? ’

‘Who was the shot? ’

"Xue Linfen? I seem to hear her voice...’

‘APLUS also has such a **** time. ’

‘He’s really in good shape, he’s so rich...’

‘Damn it! Judy Foster started to give him...! ’

"It's so cool, APLUS, it's worth it in this life..."

‘Thank you for the benefits given by APLUS hahaha! ’

"The actresses of the nineties are so beautiful..."

Leave a comment one by one below the video, and you’re crazy about it.

Give me a while

To compose a poem of love

Give me some comfort

I will be intoxicated

‘TheGangsterDisciples! For Lori! "

'Da da da! ’

In a daze, Song Ya seemed to have returned to the Harlem nightclub. With a shout, Little Binney began to pour firepower on the stage, that young, crazy and bloodthirsty face was very vivid...

‘GD! GD! GD! ’

Ah ah ah~

Ahhhh...

Little Lori covered her chest under the crazy stabbing of a prisoner, and fell backward in pain and despair, and the blood under her body quickly diffused.

Dile wore a rope twisted with clothes around his neck, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com leaned over the cold large washing machine.

‘Boom boom boom! ’

A black police officer emptied the magazine toward Irv Gauti, who had extended his hands outside the car, and the bullet passed through Gauti's palm. He died on the spot with his hands hanging softly.

‘Tell APLUS, I’m waiting for him in hell. ’

After Motula finished speaking to the old Mike, her hands fell weakly and swayed outside the armrest of the seat.

This impulse in my heart

Weaving my dreams

Goodness flashes in dreams

Let me have it

Ah~

what…

Scenes flashed back quickly. On the cold floor, Song Ya shook his head with the last strength, as if resisting something.

‘FXXKYOU! ’

Before Mira walked into the dressing room, she turned her head and cursed at herself. The emerald eyes and frowning little look were so cute, but she slammed the door afterwards.

‘Hi...’

Xue Linfen took the wine glass, the celebrity face came out from the shadow of the hotel corridor, the other hand was lightly protecting the collar of the nightgown, the body was slightly leaning against the wall, and he greeted him softly.

"Get this role, how many people do I need to sleep?"

Hallie, who seemed to have smoked something, walked into the audition room, sickly asking very bold questions.

"Hmm..."

Mariah Carey is biting the folding fan, and the octopus is usually hung on her body. It is in a box piled up in the opera house. In the darkness, her eyes are blurred and affectionate, and the tenor's singing on the stage is long. Up and down.

"Puff..."

Amy's head and Shakira's knocked together, they both laughed at the same time, and at the same time they looked up at themselves...

Okay, let's stop here.

The pupils gradually dilated, and his eyes completely lost the look.

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