Chapter 1521

'ComeOn, Underwood, are you going to waste your time playing vowel games?'

'I'd love to play, u! Think I! O！ U！ A！ Apologize? No, no, no, you're very wrong, u... "

When the TV was on, song Ya grabbed his hand and watched it. The picture was a video of Underwood's Pro Cuu debate in 2009 in order to promote the passage of the financial reform bill. Underwood, who was not good at being quick witted, was forced into a dead corner by his opponent. He wanted to interrupt. He didn't know that his brain was wrong. He played a vowel game of English words in front of the audience of omnimeter TV, and it was fucking missed. The live broadcast was embarrassing.

His public image is ordinary. In the past, he always hid in the tiepiao district to develop his strengths and avoid his weaknesses, rarely appeared in the public view, and suddenly made a disaster performance. He was edited and played by various video experts on the Internet, acting as a laughing stock for a long time.

But now his voice and smile fell into Songya's eyes, and there was only sadness and remembrance.

"You should go."

Ms. Sloan came in to remind me.

"Are you still studying Underwood?" Song Ya didn't move and asked.

This is Sloan's safe house in Washington. There are all kinds of "doomsday items" such as camouflage entrance, password door, emergency food and generator. It is very small. There are many discs and even old video cassettes around the TV. Many related to Underwood are numbered and marked by Sloan one by one.

Obviously, Sloan does not deny it, "the secret service agent, Lincoln barrows, still refuses to plead guilty. He insists that he didn't shoot Underwood. It's strange." She said.

"Don't check. Underwood has been dead for a year. If you could find out the truth independently, the American law enforcement agencies would have found out."

Song Ya advised her, "if you can't find out, then his behind the scenes forces... In short, it's not good for us to be found that you are investigating privately."

"I don't have such a sense of justice. I'll play a puzzle game."

Sloan, of course, knew what was at stake and nuzzled at the TV. "What do you see?"

"Underwood is not good at campaigning and pleasing the public, which we have known for a long time."

Songya said: "he is an ambitious, vengeful and ruthless man, and politicians want to avoid the election and ascend the throne... Becoming deputy commander first is the only way, just like Lyndon Johnson who succeeded Kennedy."

"Yes, your good brain has not been emptied by wine and color."

Sloan praised, "it's a pity that losing Underwood is a blow to our influence."

"People can't come back from death. Don't regret it." Song Ya advised.

"His widow Claire wants to inherit his constituency this year? Run for federal house of representatives? Will you support it?"

"Of course."

"OK... And I'll resign after this job. I've had enough here." Sloan added.

"Whatever you want, you can be happy. If you go back to business... Help me take care of Litman media? You can keep the position of chairman. I've been busy for four years without you."

Song Ya answered. In 2008, a Horton Mifflin publishing house under Littman media made a market value of 10 billion through several major mergers and acquisitions in the education and publishing industry. However, with the outbreak of the subprime mortgage crisis, it is only one-third of its peak now. Fortunately, opendiary network has been transformed smoothly under its own command, making up for the losses of the publishing industry.

"Busy?"

Sloan said he didn't believe it. "By the way, you have a long relationship with that little girlfriend... India Eisley. Why, are you going to pay attention?"

"Cough..." take heart? No, Sonya coughs.

"I found that your taste hasn't changed much over the years. I prefer your face with a sense of small animals..."

Sloan looked at his watch. "Stop talking. Go out. It's too late."

"Yes."

Song Ya hugged her and gave her a face-to-face gift. In 2012, she was almost 40 years old, and she was 50 years old. She was very beautiful. When she touched her white to glowing red lips, she could feel the thick makeup powder and the fine lines on her face.

"Unfortunately, I can't accompany you to the scene this time."

Of course, she is still very thin, her temperament is still capable and sharp. With the precipitation of time, she is more calm and elegant. She sends her off all the way. When she goes out, she joked: "so... Be smart, boy."

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

Song Ya smiled back.

It was another election year. The party spent nine cattle and two tigers to send itself, the big financier of the Michel Dynasty, to the Senate hearing seat again. Today is the day.

"It's up to you, Linda." Sloan smiled at Linda waiting outside the door.

"Don't worry." Linda hasn't changed much. She's still the black bucket aunt. She's more bloated and faltering. She's retired from the management position of the record company, "boss..."

"Trouble you again, Linda." Songya nodded with the muffler that opened the door and hurried into the car.

"Where, I'm honored."

Cadillac drove into the Capitol Hill and joined the huge team of lawyers and staff who had been waiting there, "ha! Pierre!" He shook hands with Pierre Sutton who greeted him and broadcast the hearing live. He wanted to have more blacks around him. Pierre did a good job and helped himself at the hearing, "long time no see."

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

Pierre of the Manhattan Gang, Department of inner city broadcasting, is much older. "Let's go in and start."

"OK."

With firm steps, Songya was hugged to the Senate hearing hall, and met acquaintances from time to time, such as former ace anchor Gordon, who is still working as a federal representative in Boston.

"Mr. aplus."

"Mr. congressman."

Gordon's political spectrum returned to the right after the great economic crisis in 2008. The middle line is not very popular with voters. The re-election campaign this year should be very hard.

However, that is not the concern of Songya. Gordon has always been grateful to himself and cooperated actively in the house of Representatives.

Of course, Songya's money hasn't been cut off.

It was not an occasion for conversation. They only exchanged greetings.

"Jenny? Hi!"

Jenny in the information department is standing outside the hall to explain her work to her colleagues, but Capitol Hill is not her usual scope of work. It should be intentional to appear here.

“Hi，APLUS。”

Jenny is a "big star" in this government. She is stared at by countless eyes in the workplace. In public, she is the object that the camera likes to capture, speaking, wearing all kinds of news.

"You're on time."

Jenny pushed the door open. She had always been a little plump. She was very anti-aging and still had a lasting charm.

As a result of holding public office, the two children Ramses will inevitably be exposed. She used the same excuse as Judy foster to take care of the adopted Haitian orphans.

"Contact later." Songya quietly winked at her and strode inside.

The time was just right. All the senators attending the hearing had arrived, but they had not yet taken their seats. As soon as song Ya and his party arrived, the reporters' shutters immediately rang.

In the middle of the testimony stand, he sat down behind his name card. It was the same as before. Linda sat next to him and the lawyer was on the other side. Song Zecheng would not appear on such occasions. Pierre Sutton was the same. He was ready to remind him of all kinds of details at any time.

"Wait, this scene..."

In the editorial room of the associated press, the old editor in chief suddenly thought of something when he saw the live photos sent back from the front, "in September... 1996? Were the old photos of aplus participating in the congressional hearing still on file?" He asked the editor.

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

"Wow, the black Pharaoh was so young at that time..."

The old chief editor looked at the picture and sighed repeatedly. At that time, the old Mafia man was only in his early twenties. He put his hands on the table in good order. His eyes stared straight at the camera. His eyes were naive, curious and forced to be mature and calm. He was much more handsome than he is now. He was still surrounded by Linda and white lawyers

At that time, the lawyer was still Hamlin, but the change of lawyer was not the focus of the editor.

"Aplus was very rich at that time?" Asked the editor.

"Well, at that time, Netscape seemed to have just appeared on the market. It was very popular. Everyone used Netscape's browser. You young people don't understand." The editor nodded.

"Eh? Is the woman behind me Sloan, the Minister of education?" The editor found something from Pierre Sutton in the back.

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

The editor in chief chose Zhang Sloan who didn't enter the mirror, and chose a similar photo pattern in today's new photos, "make a comparative note, send it out and hurry up."

The editors were ordered to start working. The PS photos of PS photos and the ones looking for information. Soon, the two photos were cut into wide width and compared up and down.

In 1996, aplus at the hearing, age: 21, personal wealth: 500 million meters.

In 2012, aplus was at the hearing, age: 37, personal wealth: 40 billion meters.

The old Mafia face below has been fat for a circle, and people are much greasier than before, but there is no doubt that the tycoon is no longer in charge of the lens. He has been looking at the documents on the table with his eyelids down. His ring finger belly is pressed on the paper documents, thinking about something alone, and he can't see any emotion from his expression.

"The world has not come out of the financial crisis, but these rich have more money." An editor make complaints about a string of zero tucking behind four.

"Yes." The editor in chief doesn't want to talk about it.

Senator McCain, who lost the election on behalf of the elephant party in 2008, was reading the manuscript. Song Ya listened attentively while sliding the document on the table.

A few minutes later, the question session began, "aplus, I have a document here, which shows that the current campaign team bought a service called 'network data consulting' from an Internet Consulting Department of your Lightman media from 2007 to 2008 to assist the campaign. Can you confirm its authenticity?" An elephant Senator held up a document and asked questions.

The lawyer around him pushed the relevant documents and the 'correct answer' in front of him.

"Yes, I do, Senator." Songya leaned closer to the microphone and answered.

"According to the investigation of the election special prosecutor's office, your Internet consulting department has invoked a large amount of data from Yahoo search engine, including user information, search keywords and other contents involving personal privacy..."

"It is said that the call is inaccurate, and it is more appropriate to use Internet-based public information retrieval technology. Mr. senator, Littman media attaches great importance to protecting users' personal privacy, and it is impossible to infringe it. This is our obligation."

"Ha ha, since you also held the shares of Yahoo company at that time."

"I'm just a small investor. I've never held any position in Yahoo. The two sides only have a business partnership."

In 2009, Songya cooperated with Carl Icahn and other Yahoo shareholders to make things crazy, successfully forced Yahoo to agree to Microsoft's premium acquisition of more than 40 billion yuan, took the money and ran away, "and now they all quit, Senator."

If you don't accompany Microsoft and the richest man to challenge the Robertson family of Comcast, everything will be perfect. Song yaliao slightly regretted, "what? I didn't hear you clearly. I'm sorry, Senator."

"I mean, you and Littman media deeply participated in and manipulated the 2008 general election. Do you admit that?"

"No, Senator."

"A... Mr. Song, according to the information we have, opendiary under Litterman media is now one of the most popular social networking sites for Americans. You are also the world's largest personal blog, social games and online communication community based on topic and interest classification. At the same time, opendiary has not provided account login verification services on other websites, and the current market share is..."

"That's right."

"The beats website owned by your palm company is currently the world's Songya, who showed a slight edge and immediately raised his hand to surrender." I was just joking, Mr. senator. I did fund some campaigns, but what I did was no different from other white Americans interested in politics. "

Mike didn't chase and fight any more.

With ease, Pierre Sutton and the lawyer didn't make any interruptions and reminders. Songya was at ease. Joe took a pose and accepted the photos of the surrounding reporters.

"An African American tycoon funded the African American commander. Because of this, he was summoned by the elephant party to Capitol Hill for Siege! Slander! Persecution!"

That night, Rashida denounced with grief and anger on the ACN anchor station, "this is racial discrimination! Think about it, if aplus is white, will he be treated like this?"

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