The rally was held in a gymnasium of the University of Chicago. It was very simple, and it was decorated with colored balloons and banners. The Baptist priest and Michelle, who had cooperated with him in the last promotion to Dirk, spoke in turn. Most of the participants were black people. In the middle of the dance, song Ya sang a song on stage, even if he completed the task.
"Er..."
After singing, song Ya quickly found Michelle, a face of embarrassment, "can you pinch out my singing part? I noticed that there was a camera at the scene. "
"Is it because it's out of tune?" Michelle was very reasonable and said with a smile, "don't worry. I'll go and say hello. It won't spread."
"Thank you very much."
Song Ya shuddered, "I've been running propaganda recently. I'm very tired. In addition, I met a robbery in Miami yesterday..."
"Robbery!" Michelle exclaimed, "are you ok?"
"It's OK."
Song Ya laughs bitterly. He is robbed for the first time after crossing. Unexpectedly, he is not in Chicago's south city with poor public security, but Miami. After the bay of pigs incident, the United States continued to criticize Cuba for restricting immigration. As a result, Cubans simply went the other way, releasing 150000 prisoners, mental patients, hooligans and prostitutes all over the country. Miami, separated by a sea, became a disaster area, which made the American people suffer a lot.
"Well, it's all the same. The law and order in Nancheng is getting worse and worse." Michelle complained, "the University of Chicago is like an island."
After saying goodbye to Michelle, Sonya, Daley and Al drove to the campaign headquarters of Congressman Underwood. There was no way. There was a conflict of time, so they had to go. The conditions were much better there. The long buffet table was full of snacks and drinks, and the black and white people in suits and suits were held by their wives, holding wine glasses in their hands.
Song Ya also received a kind of polite attention after he went in, probably because of his casual clothes.
The black female assistant who had been to school last time took them to the dining table and said, "whatever you want." She politely told the three to leave.
"Isn't there a performance?" Al picked up a macaron and swallowed it.
"Wait." Delay stopped a passing waiter and the three took a glass of champagne from a tray.
"Do you have a camera?" Song Ya only cares about this.
"I don't think so." Dilly went round the place and said.
Song Ya was relieved. They ate, drank and enjoyed themselves. "Ding Ding Ding Ding..." Suddenly, an old white man knocked on the glass with a fork.
Sonya was a little blind to these old, white, Anglo Saxon Protestant men, who were supposed to be big donkey figures anyway. Everyone stopped talking and gathered.
"Twenty years ago, I met a young man who worked very, very hard..."
The old man flattered Mr. Underwood from childhood to adulthood. In a word, he was excellent enough. Everyone elected him right. "Ladies and gentlemen, congressman, Mr. Underwood." He finally introduced Mr. Underwood.
"Thank you, thank you." Underwood, smiling and waving, stood where the old man had left.
Song Ya smiles and claps at the councillors in a half circle. This is also a kind of "ritual music", a kind of "etiquette". It's right to act in it. There is no room for innovation.
"Twenty years ago, you didn't think so about me. I remember one time I was lazy..."
Underwood first told a joke of his own, then recalled the difficult course of his political career, and then expounded his political views again, "I very much support the military action of Americana commander in the Middle East. Although he and I are not a party, I have no right to invade Iraq..."
Finally, "..." And then I'll leave it to my wife, Claire, and of course, it's not really appropriate to say that, because she's always in charge of me. "
Song Ya laughed with the people.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the ball begins. Have a good time." Claire did, in a very brief sentence.
There was light jazz in the field.
"Mr. Song, it's your turn in half an hour." The black female assistant came to remind her again.
After changing a few songs, "ladies and gentlemen, aplus, ifeelitcom." With Claire's introduction, Sonya takes the stage and shakes hands with her. Delay and Al are already ready. The prelude starts. He learns from his lessons and sings with sincerity.
Fortunately, no more rollover, he bowed to the applause of the crowd.
The black female assistant led him into an office in the campaign headquarters. "Thank you, aplus. I'm glad you can come. And of course, thank you for your donation to my campaign." Senator Underwood hugged him affectionately over his shoulder, and Clare was smiling.
"Still, I'm a fan of you, Mr. congressman. Er, I don't know much about politics. Is it time to elect a senator next?" Song Ya flattered, "I still have the check ready."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Underwood laughed. "Politics is not that simple, but thank you." He said politely, "my wife has something to do with you. Talk to her." Then he went out to have a party."When South Africa leaves, you make me look different again, Mr. Song." Claire is still so elegant.
Song Ya replied, "thank you. You and Mr. Underwood have been successful in your career, haven't you?"
"Did you just come from Michelle?"
"Yes, her equal rights group is gathering today."
"Ha ha, about South Africa, I think she should be very troubled now?"
"Well, what do you say?"
"Don't you know?"
"I've been busy promoting singles recently..."
Claire takes a newspaper from the table.
Song Ya glanced, as if a senior member of the ANC said he supported polygamy.
"Racial equality and women's rights There seems to be some conflict? " Claire chuckles.
"Well, this man doesn't represent Mandela, does he?" Song Ya secretly put Michelle in her shoes, which was quite embarrassing.
"So it is."
Clare didn't bother with the subject. He took a business card out of his pocket. "An old friend in Chicago asked you to contact him."
It seems that Michelle is right to say that the other party is a broker. Sonya takes over the business card and is Michael owitz, the chief executive officer of CAA.
"Wow, big man." Song Ya knows that the CAA boss was recently named the most powerful man in Hollywood in 1990.
"Talk to him more." Clare laughed.
"Thank you, Mrs. Underwood."
"Call me Claire."
With the name card of a great man in his pocket, he left. A white man of about 30 was waiting at the door.
"Aplus? John, John Roman. " He offered his hand. "It's a dentist."
"Well, Hello, Dr. Roman." Song Yaxin said his teeth are very good.
"Call me John. Thank you for giving my girlfriend a chance." Dr. Roman was very enthusiastic.
"Female..." Song Ya Leng, "is your girlfriend?"
"Halle Berry, the MV heroine of the song you just sang, remember?"
Ha
Song Yaxin said that I remember too much, but I never heard her mention that she had a dentist boyfriend in Chicago? Dentists are a lucrative profession. "John, how are you and her..."
"Oh, I met him last year."
Dr. Roman is a plain looking man who is not sociable. He told the story of the two people's Association, "ha ha, I'm not afraid of your jokes to tell you. We have not met several times in total, and established a relationship."
Song Ya listened to what he said, but he didn't even kiss Halle Berry's face. It's a typical spare tire with good self feeling!
"I worked with her once, and I haven't contacted her since. I don't know how she's doing in Hollywood." He doesn't want to stimulate each other.
"Yeah, it's not easy to have a glamorous image in Hollywood."
Dr. Roman sighed: "in order to help her manage her image, I'm going to spend some money. After all, I heard her say that she has a chance to get an important supporting role who is likely to compete for the Oscar, but I don't know much about it. I'm going to ask you..."
"Cough..."
Song Ya almost laughs. Hally is really a good fighter. She just doesn't know how many spare tires she has like Dr. Roman
"You'd better ask herself. I don't know Hollywood as well as you, John."
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