Chapter 317

"Well, you're starting to hook up with people like Kane? No, Mimi

Hang up the phone, Songya plans to teach her a lesson again when she arrives in New York.

The next day, he went to the fundraising dinner early. Gore and other protagonists had not yet arrived. He planned to have a talk with Underwood about Barney chemical.

"I heard Claire say your plan. In principle, there will be no problem with the donkey party. After old Barnen applied for bankruptcy protection, the financial institutions and politicians in Chicago are under a bit of pressure. In the context of Sears' huge loss this year, they don't want to have an accident."

Looking for a small corner, Underwood quickly whispered his attitude, "Barnes chemical bankruptcy is not a big problem for the whole Chicago economy. Who else did you look for besides me from the donkey party?"

"No, I came to you first." Song Ya replied.

"That's good." Underwood poked his forefinger in his chest. "Don't look for other politicians. Don't say a word to the Deputy commander-in-chief candidate. I'll help you do it. Don't mention our conversation on any occasion in the future. I'll let Doug keep in touch with you on subsequent matters."

He was serious, "but

Song Ya was a little hesitant when he heard this. He took out a million dollars of real gold and silver, and organized a Chicago fan club to raise more than 50000 small sums of money. This money was paid and people were sent out. At least, he had to let Gore know why I had spent so much money in person?

"No, but, you can only concentrate on the side of the elephant party. This is a deal that needs the signature of the current commander-in-chief." Underwood grimaced and gave a solemn warning.

"OK, I see."

Bahn's chemical plate is not big, but it's political. Song Ya also remembers Samuel's warning that if such a thing is not handled properly, it's very common to die. He doesn't want to be that bad luck.

His seat was arranged in the first row of the dinner, but on the edge of the first row, behind the side of the round table.

"Hello, hello."

The guests at this table are all white, half white old men, the other half their well dressed wives, or their equally scrupulous sons.

Song Ya knows that those who sit in the first row of a dinner party are not necessarily some prominent billionaires. Those people usually have agents in political affairs. Instead, middle-class millionaires or social sages dominate the mainstream. Only a few millionaires who like to show off will come to participate in such activities in person.

"Big star, I heard that your first album sales exceeded 100 million?"

"Almost." At the price of $14.99, if you sell more than 6 million pieces, the sales will exceed 100 million yuan. This figure has been reached, and there is nothing to be ashamed to admit.

"Wow, it's so easy for a singer to make money..."

A young man took the initiative to talk to song yapan. However, he caught a glimpse of his father's displeasure. He had to smile apologetically and shut his mouth.

Song Ya found that the photographers and reporters gathered on the other side of the dinner party, which was the farthest distance from his own side. He moved his seat according to his experience, and then sat upright. With a glass in one hand, he casually placed it on the edge of the round table. Because of his height, he tried to ensure that he could face the mirror.

"Aplus, come on." After waiting for about ten minutes, Doug suddenly appeared behind him and gave him a gentle press on the shoulder.

"Excuse me." Song Ya smiles at the guests at the same table, gets up and follows Doug to leave the main venue of the dinner party. In a small office, he meets the Deputy commander-in-chief candidate Gore and Underwood.

"Five minutes." Doug closed the door from the outside.

"You've seen it, haven't you?" Underwood said warmly, "Hey, aplus, come here."

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. gore." Sonya grinned and held out his hand. "Mr. Underwood."

"Thank you for your support aplus, you have done a lot for me, I understand."

Gore had an infectious smile. "I hear you intend to contribute to helping local businesses in Chicago? Well done, society needs more young people like you. "

"Yes."

At the end of the handshake, Sonya noticed that Underwood winked at himself. He understood that even if Gore's statement was true, "I'm learning how to invest. Traditional industries and technology industries are interested. I've bought a lot of science and technology stocks, Microsoft and Cisco..."

"Ha ha..."

Gore and Underwood looked at each other with a smile. "This boy has a good charisma. He can gather 3000 people in a random fan meeting in Chicago." Underwood slapped Sonya on the shoulder, which was no boast.

"I know, where is the love, right?" Gore said with a smile, "that song helped the elephant party a lot."

"Er..." Song Ya was embarrassed and said, "this is not my intention, Mr. gore."

"Haha, it's just a joke, aplus."

After a few words, Underwood cleared his throat. Sonya estimated that it would be five minutes. "That won't bother you, Mr. gore. I wish you a good election.""Thank you."

After shaking hands again, he left and returned to his seat. On time, Gore and his wife, TIPA, appeared at the dinner party.

Song Ya squeezed out a standard smile and clapped with everyone. The guests at the dinner table with their back to the rostrum adjusted their sitting posture.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Chicago Mayor Daley finished the opening remarks, "next, Mr. Gore, deputy commander candidate."

Gore and his wife kiss each other twice, and then they get up and wave to the crowd. In a more enthusiastic applause, they go to replace Daley. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's a great honor..."

"Three years ago, my little son was hit by a car and almost died. During the years of accompanying him in the treatment, TIPA and I finally realized that the most important thing in life was family. Besides performing our duties as senators, TIPA and I began to take part in parent activities as much as possible, watch his sports meeting and have a picnic with him..."

"Last year, I thought about whether to participate in the primary election, but that meant that I would have to fall into a heavy campaign. After a very serious discussion, TIPA and I decided to give up. I think we should fulfill our obligations as parents first..."

Gore expressed a great deal of feelings in line with the Puritan values, and then began to get to the topic, "Amerika has come to a critical point in time, economy. The governor of Arkansas and I agree that the most important task at present is to revitalize our economy. I am honored to be invited as a partner to assist him in competing for the 52nd US general election..."

In Chicago, he did not mention the information industry and environmental protection. Instead, he paid much attention to agriculture and industry. After all, traditional industries are still the main industries here.

At the end of the dinner, song Ya begins to leave with the guests, and political journalists will not visit a young singer at this time.

"Gore is very handsome." A white woman said to her husband.

"Compared with when I was young?" Asked the old man.

“emmm……”

“APLUS？” Song Ya was about to get on the bus when he was stopped by a young woman in evening dress and a beautiful silk scarf.

This white girl is about twenty-seven or eight years old. She has dark blonde hair. She is pretty, but she looks a little bit Sharp? The chin is very sharp, looks very smart, not song Ya likes the type.

"Miss Barnes?"

Song Ya recognized that the other party was Zoe Barnes, a columnist of the Chicago Tribune. When Frank Gallagher disappeared, old Mike chose to provide her with the whereabouts of Frank through a safe channel, so that she got the exclusive news and became famous in the first World War. The subsequent cooperation gradually helped her to get a promotion in Tribune from a small columnist who helped people find people and things, It's a very happy win-win cooperation. "Are you a political journalist now?"

"Not yet." "It's hard to get into the Tribune's political column. I'm here as a guest, just like you," she said with a smile

"Oh?" Song Ya's eyes on luxury goods are more and more sharp. He noticed that the dress on the other side today is very valuable. A newspaper reporter can't afford these. It seems that she is also a girl with a good background. However, it is not convenient for him to inquire.

"Do you support Gore?" She asked.

"So you're interviewing now?" Song Ya didn't want to talk about it outside, and asked with a smile.

"Just talk about it."

"OK..."

Song Ya chatted with her. It turned out that Zoe Barnes was her pen name in the newspaper, and her original surname was Mara.

"Keep in touch and we have a great time working together." Song Ya saw Doug. He was taking advantage of nobody's attention to his Mercedes.

"Good bye." He walked over and sat in the car.

"The girl comes from a huge sports and hotel family that runs clubs such as the New York Giants and the Pittsburgh Steelers and some upscale hotels." Doug was still the same, motionless as a robot, sitting upright, looking out of the window.

"Wow."

Song Ya knew that these two teams were the old strong teams of American rugby, the giants won the Super Bowl in 86 and 90, and the Steelers won four Super Bowls in the 1970s.

"From now on, you can't talk about it on the phone, don't reveal it to anyone who doesn't trust, and you can't mention the names of the politicians in the process of doing it."

Doug begins to perform his duties.

Sonya nodded. "I understand. Mr. Underwood can..."

Doug turned his face and looked straight at him.

"Well, I'm sorry. You assured him."

Doug pushes the door out of the car.

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