Chicago 1990

"Lisa Presley has formally filed a divorce lawsuit, but MJ still didn't say anything."

After a night in Washington, Song Ya was picked up by Pierre Sutton, President of Inner City Broadcasting Company, Linda McCall, President of A+ Records, Political Advisor Sloan, Lawyer Hamlin, Administrative Assistant Dr. May, Entertainment Assistant Taraji and their staff walked out of the hotel quickly, and two A+CN correspondents also accompanied them.

Coupled with peripheral security, the ‘APLUS delegation’ today can be described as a huge lineup.

Although it's just a small hearing that doesn't even have a live broadcast, and the content is not critical, everyone is still very concerned about the boss's first appearance on this stage.

On the one hand, the slander of hard-copy magazines at the end of last year and other gossip media broke the news, which still caused a lot of damage to the popular feelings of Song Ya and his wife. Today, they appeared in the serious high-end of the political center of the United States as the chairman of the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation. On occasion, it is a good PR meeting.

On the other hand, as the much-anticipated black light, Linda and Pierre and even the Manhattan Gang are very happy that he can be invited to the hearing. It is not easy for other black singers and sports stars to achieve this achievement.

"Because of what?" Waved to the reporters who were madly shouting their names outside, Song Ya got into the car, there was no interview, there were too many people, and the reporters could not get in. Besides, he was worried about what Mariah Carey said. That kind of movie bridge actually happened.

Linda replied: "Lisa said there were irreconcilable differences."

"I'm asking the real reason." Song Ya said.

"Who knows, the gossip newspapers have everything they say, and there is no lack of very vicious speculation. Leave others alone, have you read the book well?" Linda was more nervous than him.

"Who am I? Linda, I will prepare for the LSAT (Law School Admission Test) when I get my bachelor's degree this year."

Song Ya raised the thick document in Yang's hand towards her, which Ms. Sloan prepared.

"It's difficult, don't take it lightly, don't be frustrated if you perform well, take your time and take the test several times." In order not to be photographed by the reporter in the same car with the beautiful blonde girl, Sloan went to the back car in a low-key manner, ha Mlin temporarily took over the task of yin and yang.

The bodyguard ran from behind and knocked on the window. Old Mike started the car and followed the convoy into the traffic of Washington.

"Humph, don't underestimate my Hamlin."

Song Ya is very confident about her test ability. Although it is really difficult to test, there are doctors, tuition fees are very expensive, and the learning cycle is still long. Of course, the income and social status of these two groups are considered top working class.

"Do you need me to help you prepare for the exam?" Hamlin asked with a smile.

"Jimmy promised that I would help. He is younger than you and has more memories of exams than you." Song Ya countered.

"Haha, indeed." Hamlin laughed: "By the way, in the cat and mouse game, did the liar Abagonel really pass the BAR (bar exam) once after two weeks of self-study?"

"Don't listen to any bragging about an old liar. It seems that I have taken the exam three or four times. I obtained the qualification for the exam with a fake Harvard Law School degree." Song Ya replied.

"That's great, after all, he had no knowledge of law before." Hamlin sighed.

"Well, otherwise, why would so many scammers be called a legend? That guy is very beautiful now. Taking advantage of the momentum of the movie's hot selling, he is making speeches and selling books, and holding the new book'The Art of theft', the film adaptation right is in the movie. Ask prices everywhere."

"Will you buy a sequel to the cat and mouse game?" Hamlin asked.

"If the price is right, Linton from Hollywood Films is more interested than me." Song Ya shook his head slightly. There is no apocalypse, he can do nothing. If Abagonel extorted too much, let’s look at Hollywood for that. The right to adapt this book has entered a number of sellers' markets, and it is difficult for me to compete with those big companies, and I am not really interested.

"Look again, stop chatting." Linda patted the file in his hand to remind, "It's almost there."

"Ok."

The hotel I chose was not far from Capitol Hill. After the convoy checked at the door, except for the most trusted old Mike and Marvota, other bodyguards were forbidden to enter. He and Hamlin, Linda, Pierre, and S Long and other people in suits and shoes followed the guidance of the staff and walked steadily and firmly to the hearing hall of the House of Representatives.

"Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......"

The music of Game of Thrones, uh, doesn’t seem appropriate...

The group was well-dressed and low-key, with bright leather shoes. Except for himself, everyone else was carrying various briefcases. They were top professionals in all directions. It was very reassuring.

In front of Underwood and Rangel appeared, they talked and smiled and passed by, Underwood also looked for a chance to wink mischievously at himself.

Well, there are a lot of people nearby, Song Ya also nodded slightly, even if they greeted him, they would take care of him.

Click!

As soon as he walked into the hall, a series of shutter sounds immediately sounded, and the reporters' flashes lit up frantically.

Song Ya frowned habitually, but immediately sounded Sloan's instructions, settled, and politely squeezed out the chairman's smile.

It's just a small-scale hearing that has nothing to do with the voting situation. There is no live broadcast, and there is no formality. However, due to his reputation, according to Sloan, this kind of hearing usually does not come to so many reporters.

It was really not a big scene. It was the long rostrum where a row of hearings questioned the congressmen. The nameplates were all placed, and none of the congressmen came. The top was empty.

Opposite the presidium is a row of slightly shorter tables, and my nameplate was also placed in the middle of the table early. There are seats at the back and sides. The layout is a bit like a courtroom. The side seats are for the media, and the back rows are like auditorium seats. It was distributed to his own attendants and other people who came to watch.

"Go and sit down."

Ms. Sloan warned him in a low voice: "According to what I said before, don't show any improper behavior in front of the media."

"I know, calm."

Song Ya sat down with the document in his hand, adjusted the chair to a comfortable position, the document was placed on the table in front of him, a bit crooked, he adjusted it a little. Because of his height, he felt that he had nowhere to put his hands. He tried to hang down, feeling bad, and then lifted up to support the table. Well, this posture seems a bit too student-like. I am already a media magnate... Replace with one arm lying flat, the elbow on the other side hanging down, and only the palm of the hand to hold the document.

Hamlin sat on his left and Linda on his right. Sloan and Pierre were directly behind him, so that they could whisper with their necks stretched out. The others were sitting roughly around them.

"APLUS, can I see the camera."

In this solemn place, everyone's behavior would not follow the entertainment industry standards. The reporters squatted and moved in front of him, greeted with a low voice. There was no loud conversation at all, only occasional reports from behind. , An annoying slight cough.

He grinned and continued to smile at the camera.

A few reporters had enough shots, and then they squatted and moved over.

"It seems too early?" He knocked on the microphone and found the key position of this style. It was indeed closed. Then he carefully covered the microphone with one hand, tilted his head, and covered his mouth with the back of the other hand. Before, ask Sloan who knows the process best.

"Yes, just wait." Sloan replied.

It's a bit different from the video. Maybe the videos he watched temporarily started directly from the questioning stage of the hearing. Song Ya looked at the auditorium at the back. Some people who didn't know whether it was a politician or the media were already seated. The reporters had been filming all the time. He pursed his mouth and put the complaints about how long he had to wait back into his stomach.

"Thirsty?"

Linda conjured a bottle of mineral water from her briefcase like an old mother ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and placed it in front of him.

"Ahem, trademark." Ms. Sloan coughed.

Song Ya ripped off the label paper and stuffed it into his pocket. The reporters snickered. What are you laughing at? Really! He struggled to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

Finally, two black party congressmen walked in from the entrance, both from Wrangell’s side, but according to Ms. Sloan’s instructions, Song Ya would not make any eye contact with them, and would only formally conduct an inquiries. chat.

The two black male congressmen have been whispering since they took their seats, and they didn't know what they were talking about. They were quite happy and kept laughing.

Then some white parliamentarians also came, men and women, and probably the same.

"M-fxxk! What about administrative efficiency?"

It feels like those people didn't take themselves seriously with this hearing! On the contrary, Song Ya was a little displeased by being despised, unscrewed the bottle cap, drank saliva, suppressed the gushing heart, opened the document and planned to make up the lesson again, but instantly remembered that the reporters were still close at hand. The shutter was closed again, not shooting.

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