Chicago 1990

It was too fast indeed. After giving birth to Jon Jon, Charlies became a treasure girl. On the last night before she returned to Los Angeles, the two were playing crazy, so the apocalypse revealed another movie...

It should have the same source as EarnedIt's song, which was triggered by Hallie at that time, very early.

Song Ya was a little bit reluctant to leave her, and took time from her busy schedule the next day to take her to the airport personally, but unfortunately she was too deliberate to touch porcelain, and Tianqi didn't give it...

"You have something on your mind, Charis."

Before the South African white girl stepped onto the boarding ladder, Song Ya asked, "Is it because I am leaving Jon?"

Little Jon is still staying at Xuelinfen, and it is estimated that Xuelinfen will be raised in the name of a relative's child in the future. She herself does not want to disclose the fact that she had given birth at a young age, which is not good for the star journey, and so is Pakingsley. Suggest.

"Yeah." She replied gloomily.

"Don't worry, Xuelin will bring Robb and Jon back to Los Angeles at the end of August. You can go to see the kids at any time."

Song Ya squeezed her face and said, "Remember to continue practicing." She doesn't need to remind herself to keep slim.

"Oh." She turned to board the plane.

"Oh, after all, the love between mother and child..." Song Ya watched the Gulfstream 4 hatch closed, and then raised his hand in the direction of the porthole to say goodbye.

Charis also squeezed a smile and beckoned to the boy and his father below. Until the plane started to move slowly, she looked at the business-style cabin with no passengers except herself and her fat companion, and then took out her mobile phone, "Ms. Kingsley, Have you contacted the cast of the Devil’s spokesperson for me? The hostess auditioned... the sooner the better, right? Okay, I'll be in Los Angeles today, you..."

"Miss, it's about to take off, please turn off your phone..." the aunt's flight attendant came to remind.

"Help me keep it secret, please..." Charis hung up.

"Where are you going now?"

The plane rushed into the sky, and Old Mike started the car.

"Downstairs in the charity organization managed by Underwood's wife, do you remember the place Mike? Claire..." Song Ya asked.

After Underwood was promoted to the party whip, Claire spent most of his time in Washington, and the two returned from Washington today. It is a rare opportunity to meet.

"I will recall."

Old Mike was a living map, and quickly drove the car out of the airport, all the way to the Clare Charity Organization downstairs, where Song Ya first gave her a hundred thousand dollars for the last time Tony held a gun illegally.

"Have you changed the car?"

As soon as he parked in the corner of the parking lot, his chief of staff, Doug, took the inside staff to open the car door, searched inside and out, including himself and the old Mike, and checked the privacy film on the car glass.

"Change, don't worry." Old Mike rolled his eyes when he was unhappy when he was searched.

"It's okay." Doug still had the attitude of not getting in. He sat in the passenger seat and turned on the intercom.

Underwood and Claire appeared soon, got into the car, "I haven't seen APLUS for a while."

In order not to be noticeable, this was just an ordinary Buick Boulevard, Song Ya squeezed in, letting Underwood sit in the middle, and Claire by the window.

"Yes, is the election going well?"

Song Ya shook his hand, "Claire, long time no see."

"long time no see……"

The three chatted, and Old Mike had already started the car under Doug's guidance.

"It's going well, anyway, the humble Federal House of Representatives will always suffer a crime every two years."

Underwood is no longer the little politician who had to rush in public high school activities back then. After becoming a party whip, the Chicago Donkey Party has always placed him in the donkey party’s iron vote area, and rushed back from Washington with a policy to please voters when running for re-election. , Just get a few rallies to cope with, it’s as easy as if the nobles who served the king in the capital occasionally visit their hometowns to visit their homes.

In fact, most voters in the bipartisan elections are obviously inclined. This district will never elect donkey party members, or that district will never elect an elephant party. Depending on the'year', it is probably 100%. The end of the party's primary election in more than 70 to 80 electoral districts often means that the winner is released.

For example, although the final voting in November has not yet begun, Underwood, Michelle’s husband and others are 90% sure that they can win the election, so naturally there is no need to involve too much energy.

Eye-catching and fierce election battles only exist in marginal electoral districts, areas where the two parties’ elections are evenly matched, what politicians commonly call ‘war zones’ or ‘front lines’...

Of course, there are advantages to fighting on the front line, where the fighting is fierce and eye-catching, and there are often grassroots politicians coming up to become a ‘general’, that is, a new political star in the party.

Today I went to the front line. There are more blue-collar white industrial workers in the Federal House of Representatives district where the alcoholic Russell is located. They generally lean towards the Elephant Party, but the former member of the Elephant Party fell ill and withdrew from the election. There are new candidates from the internal primary elections. The black history has a gap between its elite background and the worker community, so this year it has also become a'war zone' and it is a good opportunity for the donkey party to'change the world'.

The current polls are very close. Russell is behind, but not much behind. The Underwood couple will appear at his election rally today to endorse him.

"You are so kind to him, Mr. Underwood." Song Ya smiled.

"Yeah, I am a little bit jealous." Claire also joked.

"I need my own person in the House of Representatives." There are three stakes in a fence. Underwood's motive is obvious, and he doesn't hide it himself.

The rally was in the open air, just in front of a factory building on Lake Michigan. Before it started, Old Mike stopped the car far away. Song Ya saw Russell’s iconic bald head among the hundreds of people in work clothes. Shining brightly, it seems that he is really popular with workers.

"I heard you want to buy Old Bath's land?"

While there was still time, Underwood asked about business. He didn't come back often, but he was well informed.

"Yes, A+CN needs a new place. That TV station will kill me. If I move again... it will be the third time since the opening of the station..."

Song Ya's complaint was also sincere, "I haven't earned a penny yet."

"Chicago politicians and African Americans don't have enough funds?" Claire asked with a smile.

"Not enough, I underestimate the rate at which the TV station burns money." Song Ya replied.

"Small TV stations and small media will become more and more difficult to do with APLUS. With the wave of mergers and acquisitions after the passage of the telecommunications bill, I feel that in the future only four or five large media groups will survive..." Underwood broke the news: "The merger of Time Warner and Turner Broadcasting Company (TBS) is almost complete."

"Wow."

TBS owns CUU, the top spot of TNT television network and 24-hour news channel, Time Warner owns Warner Bros. Pictures, Warner Music, Time Magazine and its own television network, as well as HBO and its more yellow sister station Cinemax. Play protocol.

There are countless other small and medium TVs, print and broadcast media owned by the two companies.

Song Ya sighed: "In this way, wouldn't it become..."

"Yes, surpassing NBC and becoming the largest media group in the United States and the world." Underwood nodded.

"We need to review the situation, APLUS." Claire helped. "MSNBC and the upcoming FOXnews put a lot of pressure on CUU, so even they need a bigger stage."

This embarrassing couple is starting again. It's not a good thing. Song Ya feels like he is on the sidelines, acting as a broker for a media group that intends to acquire A+CN.

"I know, but I need to get through the difficulties before I talk." Song Ya first hit haha.

"You were very careless in the Barn case, APLUS." Doug, who had been silent, turned around and said.

"I'm not to blame, isn't it all done? Who knew that Gantt would suddenly repeat the old story..."

Song Ya didn’t take the pot, and he didn’t take it in front of Underwood. Gantt broke the donkey party’s internal discipline and broke the news, which meant that the donkey party politicians had not fulfilled their promise to control their own people. Underwood, the party whip, was not responsible. , How much did he and Russell’s campaign funds spend this year? Many of Claire's luxury expenses in Chicago, such as court VIP boxes, are also provided by herself.

Besides, who forcibly stuffed the Barn company into my hands? Ok? "But rest assured, I will stand up on the front line."

Of course, he once again assured the politicians that he would not violate the law if he broke the law, and of course he would be a little bit offbeat to Doug.

"It's really surprising, we will help you stare." Underwood also gave his assurance.

"Will you have a relaxing chat?"

Claire rounded up the field, referring to a white man who was directing order on the rally podium ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He was Russell's campaign manager and was very helpful to the workers. "

Song Ya looked at the guy who revealed the temperament of a rogue unionist all over his body, "I really can't tell. I heard that he graduated from Georgetown University and is an alumnus with the current president."

"Ha! The diploma is fake..." Claire laughed.

"Really?" Song Ya was shocked.

"As long as they can help the election, no one cares what this kind of campaign promoter has done before." Underwood said.

"The rally is about to begin, let's go over." Doug reminded.

"Okay. APLUS, don't worry, many people on Capitol Hill are taking care of you." Underwood comforted himself a few more words, pushed his wife out of the car, and rushed to the front.

"Let us welcome the distinguished Federal Representative, Mr. Underwood, the whip of the party!"

There was thunderous applause.

(End of this chapter)

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