Chapter 98

On Capitol Hill, song ya, who had made an appointment for his temporary documents, passed through one checkpoint after another under strict security before he could get to the office of federal congressman Underwood in the Capitol.

In the corridor, people were talking in low voice or holding thick documents. All of them were walking in a hurry. No one was interested in his identity as a singer, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

"This is the heart of Amelia, isn't it?"

Sonya was thinking, "come in, Mr. Underwood is waiting for you." The 30-year-old white man who led the way pushed the door open and let him in.

"Thank you, Mr. stamp." Song Ya thanks him.

"Just call me Doug."

When you see Andrew Wood, the assistant of the FBI, is the kind of person who looks at the other party's office, but he is the kind of person who can't believe him.

In the Capitol where a brick can hit nine representatives and one senator, the office of the newly appointed congressman Underwood is not big. The entrance is a small office, and a female clerk sits in front of a typewriter. Then there is a simple reception room and waiting room, just a few sofas. Finally, there is a door, which should be the place where Underwood works. At present, the gate is closed 。

Just a moment later, Doug sat Sonya on the sofa, knocked on the door, put his head in and said, "aplus is here."

"Let him in!" The voice of Underwood was full of air.

Sonya gets up again and follows Doug in.

In addition to Senator Underwood, there were three black men and a white man sitting around his desk, all looking at themselves.

"Hey, welcome to the star boy of Chicago." Underwood stood up, smiling and holding out his hand.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Underwood." Song Ya quickly stepped forward to shake hands with him.

"Do you all know each other?" Said Underwood, pointing to the four guests.

Sonya could only recognize the two black men on his left. They were Baptist priests. One of them had cooperated in Mila's propaganda to de Klerk, and had a great influence in the south city black community, such as Allison. The other was the priest of the church near the South City, and the male god of aunt Susie, whose name was William.

"Hello, Reverend Allison. Hello, Reverend William." Song Yaxian shook hands with them, "Hello, hello." He shook hands with black and white, who he didn't know on the right side. Doug brought a chair and he sat down.

"Alexander, you haven't been to my church for a year, have you?" William complained to him.

"Well, it's been a busy year, Reverend William. I'll go. Connie has made me godfather of her children." Song Ya can only deal with words.

"Today's young people don't fall in love with church." Allison muttered and turned to business.

Sonya didn't understand what Underwood wanted to do when he let himself in, so he just sat around and waited.

After listening for a while, I learned about the purpose of the four people. The black man on the right side is the worker representative of the bus company, and the white man is the agent lawyer of the bus company. Because of the recent deterioration of the public security situation in Nancheng, the bus drivers organized a strike, demanding to reduce the shifts on dangerous sections during the day and cancel some night shifts.

The two clergymen on the left are representatives of the south city residents, and naturally they will not agree.

"The law and order in South City is getting worse and worse, and there are more and more poor people. If you agree to cancel the bus service, Mr. Underwood, the next time we vote, our church will not endorse for you." Allison warns.

Song Ya knew that this was a very serious warning. "Endorsement" was originally an accounting term, which meant the transfer of ticket rights. Later, it was extended to political terms. It was probably that opinion leaders expressed their trust to a political figure and called on their affected voters to support them. The southern city has a lot of relief, the trade union is not powerful, and the gangs can't go to the surface. Only religious leaders have the ability to call on voters. Therefore, the pastors in the slums are the targets of political figures to win over. Once Allison announces that he will not endorse Underwood, it will have a great impact on his future election.

"Come on, Reverend Allison." Mr. Underwood's face did not change, but he must be a little flustered. He kicked the ball. "How can I manage this, Chicago city government..."

"You can manage, you have a lot of energy, everybody knows." Allison doesn't eat that.

Mr. Underwood turned his eyes to the two on the right.

"The demands of our bus drivers have been made clear." The trade union representative said: "some shifts, especially the night shift, are simply gambling with their lives. Last month, a car came back and found two bullet holes near the fuel tank. Two weeks ago, one of our workers was injured by several boys in the car, and has not solved the case."

"I'll contact the local police and ask them to..."

Mr. Underwood's words were interrupted again. "The police, we don't expect any more. Now our appeal is very simple. We work hard to earn money, but we don't come out to play with our lives." Said the union representative."Alas

Mr. Underwood sighed and looked at Song ya. "Aplus, you're also a south city kid, right? Give me some advice. "

"Why..."

Song Ya didn't expect that the other side called up his name, "I'm still in high school..." He played the same trick with ease.

"The private middle school in the north of the city is a good school and a good environment. He has not lived in Nancheng for a long time." Reverend William knew him well, and seemed to have taken aunt Susie's advice.

Songya, embarrassed, looks at Underwood.

"Feel free to comment on your views from the perspective of ordinary residents." Come on, come on! No one here will blame you for saying something wrong

"Er..."

Song Ya estimates that the current situation is not like the last time Kenneth big man arbitration, old Joe and Pablo can't offend, the pastor holds the vote, and he has to rely on Underwood to help in the acquisition. As for the bus drivers' Union, he has nothing to do with himself.

"The law and order of Nancheng really needs to be improved." He said it first.

"This is what we're trying to do." Mr Underwood replied.

"Then, emmmmm There are a lot of poor people in Nancheng. Many families don't have a car. They have to rely on public buses to travel. I used to take them. If there were no buses, many poor people who were inconvenient to travel would have to take the risk to find a way to get money to buy a car... "

Song Ya's words were nodded by the two priests, and the union representatives were not happy, "they are inconvenient to travel, so we have to fight with our lives."

"You're exaggerating." Mr Underwood complained.

"If you don't, you can go on strike if you don't agree, and the Union and the Union's families will not support you in the future, Mr. Underwood." The other side also warned.

"Hey Reverend Allison was so angry that he ran out and said, "you can't do this man ~ aren't your drivers from South City? I know, many of you live in the South City, I know. "

"So? We are not responsible for the problem of public security. Your pastor is not responsible for the moralization. "

"What can we do? Young people, especially boys as big as aplus, never go to church. Only women and old people listen to the sermon..."

On both sides, you and I mixed up.

Hearing their quarrel, song Ya's thoughts drifted away. His rap seems to have originated from the rhyming and rhythmic discourse of the black priest. Like mchammer, who won the Grammy award before, his rap style was deeply influenced by the black priest.

"Calm down, calm down." Mr. Underwood opened his hands and managed to silence both sides. "Aplus, what can you do? Doug? " He lies in his chair and looks at Sonya and Doug.

Doug shrugged and said nothing.

"Your driver's focus is on personal safety, right?" Song Ya suddenly remembered a Chinese idiom. He had an idea. After the other party nodded, he looked at the two priests, "the bus service in Nancheng can't be reduced..."

With a positive sign from Allison and William, he said, "isn't that easy? Under the principle of not reducing the total number of bus trips, we can adjust the routes and the number of departures In this way, I have stayed in Nancheng for more than ten years. As far as I know, it takes a long time for students who fail to catch up with the school bus to wait for the bus after school in public schools. The route is safe and the gangs will not be embarrassed. We can reduce the frequency of dangerous sections and increase the frequency of that line. Before the supermarket closes, many poor people have to wait for a bus for half an hour or even longer after buying discount goods. They can also move from the dangerous road to increase the frequency of that line... "

He said, "there are other routes that can solve the actual difficulties of the residents. On those routes, gangs are not easy to fight because they are all women and children sitting next to their families. With such a move, it seems that the total number of shifts will not change. When Ellison and William go back, they can explain to the residents of the south city. However, the number of departures for night and dangerous sections has actually been reduced, and the personal safety of drivers has been more guaranteed. "

Finish saying, just still noisy two groups of people at the same time silent, all in bow to calculate gain and loss.

"Wonderful! marvellous! APLUS！” Mr. Underwood clapped his hands and laughed. "That's what I'm trying to get you into the discussion! How about it? " He looked at both sides and said, "can we talk about a solution on this basis?"

Union representatives and lawyers looked at each other and nodded their heads. Naturally, the two priests had nothing to say. Women were usually responsible for picking up children and buying discounted goods, which were their main audience.

"You did very well today. It's no wonder Claire praised you on the phone." Underwood sent the four away and came back to put his arm around Sonya's shoulder. "Why did you come here?"

Song Ya looked at Doug. Doug stood up wisely. Underwood indicated that he didn't need to. "Doug is the person I trust most. You can say it directly."

Song Ya talked about the obstruction of the local councillors in the acquisition case.

"Er..." Underwood touched his chin. "Little thing." He looked at Doug. "Did you hear what aplus said?"Doug nodded.

"Help him to do it." Said Underwood.

That night, Doug refused the invitation of Sonia's French restaurant and chose to meet in a remote simple restaurant.

"Can you get a loan from the local first bank of New Jersey?" He whispered.

"Yes, I'm thinking of a loan..." Song Ya answered in a low voice.

"How much?"

"I don't know. It depends on the acquisition..."

"At least two million, the more the better."

With that, Doug dropped his money for his simple meal and got up and left.

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