Chicago 1990

From the time the vice president became ill to being picked up by the ambulance, it took only ten minutes before and after. During this time, Song Ya's mood was like a roller coaster, going up and down several times.

At the beginning, his first reaction was that he was finished. Last year, the vowed to keep in front of the media that ‘bath fluorescent agent is harmless’ would turn into his own reminder? There must be a bunch of class action lawsuits, huge compensations, and media pursuits...

The complicated eyes that the guests looked at him at that time were also understood by him as gloating and pitying, so Fei also seemed to find excuses to escape.

When Goodman yelled in his ear: ‘We have no legal responsibility’, he immediately woke up again, right! Care about yourself! ? If the victim wants to sue Barn, it is now wholly owned by Dow, and the trouble is theirs!

There was the ecstasy of escaping in a moment, so dangerous! Sold three months later, I am afraid that it’s me who fainted...

The eyes of those guests weren't gloating and pitying, but looking at a lucky pig!

And what does a lucky pig in the mall represent? Immediately Terry Beard gave the answer. He has always been indecisive and straightforwardly determined his attitude and listened to himself! Speed ​​up the listing process!

"Are you sure?" he asked Terry Beard.

"I think your point of view is more reasonable." Terry Beard said.

What is the reason? It doesn't matter anymore, he decided...

However, Song Ya's heart hung up again. The general manager of Barn Company was very familiar with this place. He also quietly touched the study room and told himself that the polynuclear aromatic hydrocarbons in the doctoral dissertation were the catalysts that the fluorescent agent factory had been using.

"FXXKYOU!" Song Ya scolded him, which is equivalent to wiping all on his face before...

"Don't be angry with APLUS, it's just a paper, it's easy to criticize." Barn's general manager explained: "Moreover, it doesn't make any sense to talk about the hazards out of the dose. The catalyst content is very small, and it reacts at the beginning..."

"Tell me not to get angry, so why are you wiping your sweat?" Song Ya stared at him coldly, "There is still one lying outside."

"Uh, but it's always negative news."

The general manager of Barn Company replied: "You are so lucky APLUS, I envy you, this matter has nothing to do with you now..."

"Not necessarily."

Hamlin frowned and walked in. "Dow may not necessarily be responsible for the past responsibility of acquiring companies. They have done this often in history."

"WTF?" Song Ya's heart sank again, "Goodman said that this was clearly stated in the terms of my transaction with Dow."

"If the cost of breach of contract is cost-effective, they may directly declare that they are not responsible, and disperse part of the victims' collective litigation goals and energy on us, and then drag on forever... They have used this trick in the plutonium dust pollution incident. Dare to do anything that is left to the US government."

Hamlin poured cold water on him, "and your previous words and deeds that claimed that the fluorescent agent is harmless can easily be caught."

At this time, the ambulance came, and Song Ya had to go out again, and in full view, cooperated with the ambulance personnel to send Vice President Dow into the car.

"APLUS, what's wrong?"

Michelle and her husband only arrived at this time, and they ran into Song Ya who was up and down at the door.

"A guest has a heart attack."

Song Ya pretended to smile easily: "It should be okay, come in, have fun..."

Back at the party, Linda had asked the party service company to clean up the broken wine glasses and stains on the floor. Apart from guessing privately, the guests should basically play and communicate. There are so many young men and women who are full of vitality in the crew of my life. Businessmen and politicians don't mind staying longer.

But there is one person who can't hide it, it's Claire.

"Mr. Vice President's sudden heart attack is related to the news just now, isn't it? There are hidden dangers in your fluorescent products?" She asked immediately.

"Uh, it's not our fluorescent agent product, but Dow's." Song Ya clarified the relationship.

"Will there be trouble?" Claire asked.

"It's just a paper." Song Ya took out the original words of the general manager of Baen Company to deal with it.

"I'll find a chance to see him." But Claire is not so foolish. She looked at Song Ya suspiciously, and left the party early.

Song Ya couldn't get bored, so he just dealt with the various guests in the next party, and went into the study with his men.

"In short, this matter should be handled in a low-key manner, until Mr. Vice President wakes up."

Hamlin came up with an idea, "We can't let Dow throw the pot back, and you'd better get rid of the fluorescent agent from now on."

"I am the product spokesperson..." Song Ya smiled bitterly.

"To give up the 20 million preparations, your personal settings cannot be broken, and this spokesperson does not do it. We have to start preparing for crisis public relations." Goodman picked up the microphone and called the crisis public relations expert Eli.

The Michelle and his wife, businessmen and politicians all said their goodbyes around the early hours of the morning. The remaining Hollywood men and women continued to party and the party continued until the next morning.

"You scumbag..."

Amy was drunk and staggered to find for a night. Just received the news that the vice president of Dow had awakened, Song Ya, who was hurriedly walking out, said, "My clothes, one of the clothes I left in the cloakroom. It's all gone...oooooo..."

When she threw herself down on Song Ya, she also hiccuped. Some of her thin bodies were limp, her cheeks flushed, and she slipped straight down.

"Uh, Amy, you are drunk, don't drink so much in the future." Song Ya held her up, "Mike, send her to the guest room to rest."

"Relentless villain, I miss you so much..."

"Come on, Amy." Old Mike helped the girl who was already talking in a daze.

Song Ya shook his head. When Old Mike came back, the group sat on his bullet-proof Mercedes and rushed to a private hospital not far away.

The hospital near the Highland Park serves the wealthy. Needless to say, the environment and medical conditions.

"I'm looking for Mr. Vice President." Song Ya led people to the nurse station outside the cardiovascular ward and reported the name of the vice president to a nurse on duty wearing braces.

When this mood was anxious, the apocalypse from the movie fragment came. It was the scene between Xiao Lizi and Amy. Xiao Lizi seemed to have come to find someone too. Amy was sitting in a nurse's uniform and wearing braces.

"follow me."

The nurse on duty led the way, Song Ya shook his head and put this apocalypse aside first, regardless of it.

"No smoking here!"

As soon as the nurse entered the door, she saw the bare-bottomed vice president. The old white man was already dangling a cigar as if he were all right. He just took off his hospital gown and was about to change into the formal attire he wore last night.

"Get out!"

The vice president with the infusion tube in his left hand yelled at the nurse, "I understand my old problems, I know how to deal with him!"

"In the hospital you have to listen to the doctor's advice and lie down quickly." The nurse on duty stepped forward and tried to push him back to the bed.

"Oh, Fxxk! Get out!"

The vice president pushed the nurse on duty away like a furious lion. The Dow Chemical attaches standing in the ward were silent, "Go to the doctor! Don't bother me, I will be discharged soon! This is not where I should stay. The place!"

The little nurse turned and left angrily.

"Mr. Vice President, you should take a good rest now." Song Ya persuaded.

"The reason for my illness is that I have too much rest. I shouldn't go to your **** party! Only work can cure me!" The old man lifted his pants and said loudly, "Take my shirt over!"

His entourage handed the shirt into his hand, and also intimately helped him hold the bitten cigar in his hand.

"The wealthy people nowadays are like women! They don't understand what a truly old-school capitalist is!"

The vice president was swearing, and his voice became like a jackal because of his excitement, "How did Carnegie Steel Chairman Flick (the American coke king) do? Huh? He was shot twice by the workers and stabbed twice. I opened my eyes and immediately returned to work, it was them! Those great men of them built the country of America! Protected capitalism!"

"The strike at the Carnegie Steel Plant at the end of the last century?" Eli, who followed Song Ya, frowned. "That time, a dozen workers and several Pinkerton detectives hired by the factory died..."

"Shut up! You! Get out of my room!" the vice president shouted at him.

"Well, don't get excited, be careful that your heart explodes." Eli raised his hands with a manipulative smile, slowly exited the ward, and closed the door intimately.

"We want to block the news from APLUS. You should not answer any questions about fluorescent agents recently. It is best to keep a low profile so that no one can see it," said the vice president.

"But my movie is about to be released..."

Song Ya watched him calmly, wanting to see whether Dow was prepared to choose to directly breach the contract and not be liable, as Hamlin was worried, as if not for the time being? This is good news.

"It's okay. Promote your broken movie more, keep talking about it, fill the brains of your fans, don't talk nonsense about Barn's business, and leave the rest to us."

The old man folded his shirt halfway, and pointed to the small TV in the corner of the ward, "Is that **** yours? You are in charge, and let her shut up!"

"Who?"

Song Ya's sight was blocked by the entourage, and the other party stepped aside, turning up the TV volume.

It’s Zoe Barnes. She is a guest on CUU’s financial program. “This paper in the New England Journal of Medicine may cause a tsunami on the emerging civilian light stick market...” She still dresses well and is very photogenic. , Compared the CUU hostess on the same stage.

"Replay?" Song Ya asked.

"Yes." The entourage replied.

"Call her." Song Ya asked Goodman to call Zoe Barnes and was quickly connected.

"Miss Barnes, maybe you shouldn't say that in front of the media."

"Freedom of the press? Did you make a mistake? My client..."

Goodman had no choice but to put down the phone before he finished speaking, "I was hung up."

"If it can't be done, we will ignore you APLUS." The vice president warned.

"Give me ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Song Ya asked for her mobile phone expressionlessly, and while dialing the phone number of Doug, the office assistant of Congressman Underwood, he walked out of the ward and found a quiet corner at the end of the corridor." , Our mutual reporter friend seems to have become a little ecstatic because of his career progress. "

"I see, I will contact you later." Doug hung up the phone.

Back in the ward, Dow had a few more people. They seemed to be executives. "The company that cooperated with the papers kept hinting in the media that our products, Massachusetts Omniglow Chemical, and Benzi Capital have a complicated equity relationship. They are preparing Introduce new light stick products with different reaction formulas."

"A group of insidious villains, this is another Pearl Harbor incident!" The vice president was furious again. "Unexpectedly, they have buried the bomb on the US mainland this time!"

"cough."

Didn’t you do it first? Hearing this, Song Ya almost laughed on the spot, and concealed it with a bowed cough.

"Well, let's go to war!"

The vice president’s shirt could not be pulled out, and was blocked by the infusion tube in his left hand. “Ah!” He pulled out the needle directly, and didn’t even lose the liquid. “Question it, refute it! It is stinking in academia. Papers, and no discussion in the media is allowed. I want to be absolutely silent! The class action lawsuit initiated by the little girl’s parents also supports them to continue fighting."

"Let's do it." The executive who just came in replied.

He finally put on his shirt and picked up the old-fashioned straps on his pants. "Have you gotten that reporter? APLUS."

"It's done." Song Ya replied.

"very good……"

With the help of his entourage, he put on a suit and walked out again with a cigar in his mouth. "What hotspots have been popular in the mass media recently? The MJ case? The Federal Reserve is raising interest rates? Anyway, don't let them relax..."