Chapter 575

If Elizabeth Taylor doesn't help, the senator still wants to see him. It's not difficult for a billionaire to do this. But Songya wants to be more secretive. After consulting with Scott, President of a + apparel, public relations department of Ogilvy, lobbyist Ms. Sloan, Daniel, and Underwood, he has formulated a circuitous strategy.

In mid August, the Iswear of All-4-One finally ended its 11 week reign and dropped from the top of the billboard. For a while, song Ya mobilized resources such as Sony Columbia Records, Chicago conference, Chicago Symphony Orchestra and chorus, and paid 500000 targeted cash to win the extremely competitive B of the next week for bewat you wanna be Top of the list.

This is his third personal title after "remember the name" and "where is the love". With the female solo version of Empire State of mind and London Bridge, it is also his fifth B-list for songwriter and producer.

"You can be anyone you want to be!"

Gore, deputy commander and speaker of the Senate, met Sonya and the Chicago chorus in a cordial manner. Together with them, he yelled out the inspirational lyrics of be what you wanna be into all kinds of long and short shots.

"Great, great, aplus, you and the kids are great."

After that, Gore shook hands with Songya and pressed his other dummy on his shoulder, allowing reporters to take photos. "This song sells well, isn't it?" He asked.

His happiness is not all fake. Cute white children, public image of ethnic minority stars are politicians' favorite photographers. Song Ya brought all the people with him this time.

"Yes, Mr. deputy commander." Song Ya in a suit replied very formally.

"And the movie?"

"The box office is good, and it's still on."

"Well done." After Gore finished shaking hands, taking photos and signing autographs with the children, "show them around here." He said hello to a few Capitol workers, then left in a hurry without saying anything more.

Song Ya and the children, with a slightly more reserved image, were taken out of the photo hall and into the corridors of the Capitol building.

"Aplus, go to the restaurant and talk?" Doug appeared in the shadow again. "Give him to me. I've made an appointment." He said to the accompanying security of the Capitol.

"Wait a minute."

The security personnel will release after confirmation by walkie talkie.

Separated from the children, Sonya follows Doug to the corner, where federal representative and donkey whip Underwood and a woman in a dark blue professional suit wait. "Hello, Mr. Underwood. This is Ms. Sloan?"

Song Ya takes a look at the famous female lobbyist with a handshake. Her first impression is that she is thin, and then she is white and blonde. She is about 30 years old or less. She is much younger and more beautiful than she imagined. She even gives herself a bit of Julia Roberts' feeling, especially her mouth. Unfortunately, she did not laugh, otherwise she should be no smaller than Julia Roberts' big mouth.

"Yes, Mr. aplus." Sloan was very professional. After greeting him, he followed him and whispered, "you'll see Senator Michael and John Warren in the Senate dining room. You can sit opposite them with Mr. Underwood and have a little chat for a few minutes."

"Can't we eat and talk?" Song Ya asked.

"Well, this is the Senate dining room..."

"All right."

"The steak here is good. It's more than half the price outside." "Cooks are better than the ones in the house dining room. Everything is good. Even if we go to the congress hall, we can take the comfortable light rail, and we can only take the damn harvester."

"Harvester?"

"It's a feeder car. It sucks." Underwood complained.

"When can you change to light rail?" Song Ya laughs.

"Ha, it's very difficult. There are 100 seats, two in one state, and one term of six years. There is no term limit. We all want to die." Underwood Tucao: "otherwise, make complaints about the Senate."

Walk to the door of a restaurant where there is no flow of people. "Ms. Sloan." He stopped.

"OK." Sloan stood away wisely.

"Aplus, please omit those greetings. Here we speak more directly than you think, but don't mention your intention, especially the word quota. The specific interests are left to the lobbyists." Underwood helped him straighten his tie. "Besides, don't be afraid of them. I'll take care of you."

"I see. Thank you, Mr. Underwood. It's up to you."

Song Ya slightly bypassed him this time. For example, he had nothing to discuss with Gore's deputy commander's office to receive a photo. It seemed that Underwood was not particularly unhappy. After all, there was nothing to hide from him in the general direction.

"Well."

He nodded and walked into the dining room, where one of the hundred elders was supposed to eat, "Hey, Mike, John..." He stopped at a seat and said hello to the two old white men of the standard elephant conservative who were sitting side by side. Because they all had military histories and were sitting upright, Michael was a little bit "collapsed", slightly fat, and his face was rounder. By contrast, John Warren's temperament was more outstanding, and he was actually the man Elizabeth Taylor was willing to marry, although it was rumored that he married Elizabeth Taylor at that time In order to increase the topic of their own campaign."Remy?" Underwood wanted to sit opposite the two senators, but there was already a black man in suit, in his thirties.

"Hello, Mr. Underwood."

The black man named Remy stood up and shook hands with him, looking respectful. "Then I'll go first." After greeting the two senators, he also saw Sonya, "aplus? Hey... " He held out his hand and shook it for a while, but he ignored Sloan. "I'm surprised to see you here We'll talk again when we have a chance. Goodbye

"Sit down, Underwood." John Warren was clearly used to being bossy, chewing a steak fork in his mouth and pointing to the other side at random.

However, Michael did not speak from the beginning to the end. Song Ya felt that he was quietly observing his group of people.

"Remy worked for you before, didn't he?" When they were seated, John Warren asked himself, without paying attention to Sonya.

Ms. Sloan, who has no seat, stands next to Sonya on the outside.

"Yes, he was an assistant for a while, and now he's lobbying for the Koch brothers?" Asked Underwood.

"Yes, the big, annoying energy companies, but Remy is doing well." John Warren said, "what's the matter with you bringing the lobbyist? I'm sorry, I didn't order for you. "

"This kid wants to see you, just have a little chat." Underwood patted Sonya on the shoulder. "Do you know all of them?"

"I know, full mark kid."

John Warren gave Sonya a new nickname, "hello." He held out his hand.

"Hello, Senator Warren, Senator Macon." Song Ya leaned over and shook hands with them.

"I hear you grow cotton in his Arizona State?" In fact, they all went through each other's office ditch in advance, and they knew what they wanted. John Warren pointed to Michael around him and asked.

"Yes, my company has signed long-term purchase agreements with some local cotton farmers." Song Ya replied.

"Not bad. What's the scale?"

"Steadily expanding, I intend to increase orders substantially next year, but..." Song Ya smiles, "at present faces some small troubles."

"Hey, if you're in trouble, ask the Councillor." John Warren winked at Sonya. "Tell you a secret..." He leaned forward slightly and said, "if you want to find something that works."

"Ha Underwood laughs.

"Yes, I do need some help." Song Yacheng replied sincerely.

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