Chapter 709

"As a friend of African American voters, I have to say that I really dislike the words and deeds of some hip-hop singers. They call themselves gangsters and lack of awe. They are always making bad demonstrations of society. The lyrics are full of shooting, pornography and other criminal acts They are also keen to stir up regional hatred... "

At school at noon, song Yazheng and Michelle's husband ate in the canteen. In the TV news, Bob Dole, the leader of the Senate majority party, who had announced his candidacy for the 1996 general election, suddenly launched an attack on the hip-hop music circle in an interview. He did not name his name, but pointed at the rap singing beef of the East and West Coast gangs, which has been making more and more outrageous recently.

"This guy doesn't want black tickets at all? Not long ago, he also made a statement against the equal rights movement of the University of California, saying that he opposed the admission system that universities give preferential treatment to black people based on the equal rights act He said it caused reverse discrimination and reverse discrimination. "

some students nearby quietly looked at themselves, feeling swept to the point of typhoon, and song Ya make complaints about it.

“Emmm……”

Michelle's husband pondered for a moment. "In fact, it makes sense. I was insulted by white people when I was in the top class in Harvard. It was the color of my skin that made me unhappy."

"Wow, Xueba, don't let Jesse Jackson hear that. He just scolded Bob Dole and accused him of trying to return to the era of racial discrimination." Song Ya joked.

"I'm going to run for the Hyde Park District next year. I have to be careful."

Michelle's husband beamed: "you've become more and more politically sensitive now, aplus."

In fact, everyone's psychology is like a mirror. The current college enrollment policy is really beneficial to African Americans, but it is certainly unfair to other ethnic groups. Doesn't Jesse Jackson know? As we all know, African Americans naturally have racial discrimination cards in their hands. When they need to fight for their own ethnic interests, they have to fight like crazy. Jesse Jackson charged in front of them, and he was so radical that he accepted the criticism. Wouldn't it be a pleasure for other moderate people to enjoy the benefits in silence?

After all, the current intensity of preferential treatment is equivalent to the average high school grade point plus one point, or sat plus several hundred points! Although I still can't test Asian

"That's because I've been targeted. I dare not be politically correct in my college thesis."

Song Ya saw Linda appear at the door of the canteen, "sorry, you can continue to eat, I'll go first."

"Professor Ibsen is waiting for you at business school."

Linda took him to business school to meet Roger Ibsen, an academic and business tycoon and one of the founders of Chicago morning star.

"Aplus, nice to meet you." Now he has gone to teach at Yale, but he often teaches in return for more than ten years. At the age of 50, his eyes under the lens always exude childlike curiosity and intellectual temperament. "What can we do for you?"

"I need investment and management consulting services."

Songya doesn't waste time. "O'gredi has shown you my plan for a new TV station?"

"Yes, the first African American 24-hour news station, ACN? Is that right? " He asked with a smile.

"Well, maybe we can't make it. ABC has taken the lead, and it will be changed to a + CN and so on..."

Song Ya answered honestly.

"No problem. Do you understand our charges?" He asked again.

"Yes, it's very expensive, but I'm a layman in the industry that requires a high degree of professional division of labor and a fast-paced production mode. I need the help of a professional company."

Song Ya briefly introduced his own progress. In fact, it was listed in the plan book, "I signed a letter of intent with Comcast to broadcast exclusively on the other TV network. Comcast promised to give my TV station about 45 minutes of channel resources for the trial broadcast of evening news after the project officially started, and then it will be extended to the whole network During the day, and then there is a separate 24-hour channel. Comcast wants to set the ratings and gambling requirements at all milestone nodes, otherwise my TV station can only get bad channels like 276 and 342, and cable subscribers can't bear to remember this number. "

"O'gredi is very supportive of the plan, and his Northern Trust may be involved in angel investment in this new TV station."

"You know, Gordon, the best African American news host, will join my TV station. The reason why he jumped out of bet is to become the manager of the TV station, but his management ability is not enough, or at least not enough to control the whole preparation stage. He just had a showdown with bet boss Johnson yesterday, and Johnson was very angry. In order to appease the media tycoon, he and I agreed not to poach anyone from bet, not to intervene in the entertainment column market that bet is good at, and my clothing and brewing companies will increase their advertising in bet... "

Songya said, Ibsen listened quietly, "do you still have a brewery company?" He asked in surprise.

"Yes, vodka is a gift I gave myself for my 21st birthday. After all, that's the age at which I can legally drink, and my second album will be named" 21. "Song Yacai will not show off damondash's popular theory of carrying goods in the wild cities in front of such big men.

"Interesting..."

Ibsen nodded. "You're going to use the inner city human resources to build the basic framework of the new station, right? But I didn't see the progress of your acquisition of inner city broadcasting in the plan He is well informed.

"It's not a rumored acquisition. We only talked about capital injection from the beginning. We are still a long way from reaching an agreement, so..."

"So you plan to use the human resources survey in the early stage of the capital injection negotiation to help you with your angle finding plan?" Ibsen's eyes brightened and he said, "your business is very aggressive aplus."

"Well, no, no!"

Song Ya quickly waved his hand and refused to admit, "I still prefer to inject capital, but there should be other competitors there. Pierre Sutton, President of inner city broadcasting company, seems to think that we can negotiate a better deal with me But my new TV plan can't afford to wait. "

"I understand..."

Roger Ibsen asked some other questions and had a good talk. Song Ya didn't get up until the afternoon class time was approaching. Both sides expressed their willingness to cooperate. He also further stated that Morningstar might join ACN. Oh no, a + CN's early investment.

"How about it?" Asked Linda, who was waiting outside.

"I seem to like him very much."

Song Ya gave full marks for her performance.

"You can always be liked." Linda handed him a handwritten note. "This is your outline for answering reporters after school. Someone should stop you and ask you about Bob Dole's disco rap scene at noon."

"It's hard to do. I can't react as fiercely as Jesse Jackson, and I can't completely get rid of myself, and Vic's case..."

Song Ya looked as she walked. Linda basically wrote some Taiji routines, which could be regarded as a relatively safe way to deal with it. "OK, that's it. I'll recite it during recess, and you can polish it."

Soon, after school time, he was stopped by several reporters in the parking lot.

"Hip hop does have its own problems, but the reason for these problems is the general confusion of the urban black poor, who lack job opportunities..."

Talking to the camera, I suddenly heard some fast approaching sound. My eyes turned to see, oh, Cassidy.

Yeah? How could she come to see herself at such a time? Behind him are the white men and women who look like these crooked melons and split dates.

Her brain was spinning when she saw Cassidy lift her hand. An object flew out of her right hand and went straight to her face, getting bigger and bigger.

"Pa!"

In the middle of the forehead, pain It doesn't hurt very much, but some thick flowing objects slide down the cheek, which makes me feel disgusting. There is also a fishy smell, er, the smell of eggs.

“M-F……”

It's only half the way to speak rude language, "pa!" Another hit, eyes are covered.

"Go back first!" I only know that my own person was dragged by old Mike and ran in the teaching building outside. Behind me, I was still chasing the figure of the photographer.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot again!" Linda yelled.

"Long live free expression! It's unfair to dismiss! protest! protest! It's unfair to dismiss the University of Chicago! "

Before being pushed into the teaching building by the bodyguards, he heard that Cassidy had already led people to chant slogans, and the photographer did not chase after them. Maybe he went to take pictures of them.

"WTF, what's going on! Cassidy, what the hell are you doing? "

The brain hasn't turned around.

"Clean up the kids first, Linda. Get your clothes in the trunk." Old Mike took him to the nearest bathroom in the building.

"I'm sorry, boss. When I saw that it was Cassidy, I didn't stop it subconsciously..." Said marvolta in a low voice.

"Damn it..."

Song Ya put her finger full of egg liquid under her nose and smelled it. Fortunately, it was just an egg. It seemed that it was not fresh. It was

Old Mike went to open several partitions in the bathroom and checked them again. "It's not the time to blame myself. Marvolta, go and watch the door and put up the sign in the process of cleaning..."

No matter what, just use the sink and bury your head under the tap.

As soon as the cold water flushes, the more I think about it, the more angry I am. I guess I haven't been broken an egg in my life, but it's Cassidy who did it

It will be on the news then

What's the name of it? I treat her so well, treat her brother and sister quietly, and give cash to her secretly, even if I hate her because of love

If it wasn't for her Stormtrooper dad who broke his life and shot the FBI detective

All my hidden troubles are related to that incident. For example, if it wasn't for this hidden danger, I would try my best to placate Johnson, the black media magnate, and inner city broadcasting company. If the price could be reduced to 20 million, it would be estimated that 20 million yuan would fall into the bottomless hole. It is not because I need the support of black media.His face grew more and more gloomy.

"Chest, child." Old Mike.

Head down, chest yellow stains on a large, "fxxk!" Take off your T-shirt and turn it over to wipe your hair.

"Miss Cassidy, are you coming?" Outside came the angry voice of marwata.

"Excuse me, can I see him? I want to apologize to him face to face... " Said Cassidy weakly.

"Cassidy, what are you doing?" Old Mike went out and asked in a low voice.

"I'm sorry I... " She cried, "I need exposure..."

"The boss treats you..."

"Mike!" Song Ya stops old Mike from saying too much to her, "let her in."

Old Mike brought Cassidy in. The girl lowered her head, twisted her hands and fingers together, and unconsciously twisted, "aplus, I'm sorry, I need to..."

"Exposure? Is it heat? "

From the mirror of the washstand, I glanced at the poor, weak, golden haired girl over there. Her eyes were cold. "Ha ha, good performance art, Miss Cassidy."

"I Wuwuwu... " She murmured, "I'm sorry aplus, I know you had some cash quietly given me last time..."

"Wait! Mike, search her. "

Song Ya rubbed the back of his neck and ordered coldly that Cassidy had changed so much that he could not take risks now.

"What? no I don't have the tape She cried out wrongly.

"Well, Miss Cassidy, please spread your hands to your sides..." Old Mike stopped her. "Sorry, I'm an old man, please don't mind..."

"Coward!" She opened her arms and turned red with anger. She said to this side, "don't you dare to look at me or face me? You can search for it yourself

I've never heard of such a request!

Song Ya dropped the T-shirt, walked over a few steps, grabbed one of her arms, and rudely carried it to the back partition.

"Oh! What are you doing, aplus? You hurt me. Let go She screamed.

Play politics, right? Play extreme white groups, right? Aryan, right? Hit me with eggs, right?

"Bang!"

push her forward and close the bathroom partition door with the backhand.

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