Chapter 857

"Lisa Presley formally filed for divorce, and MJ's side still hasn't made a statement."

After spending a night in Washington, Sonya was quickly walked out of the hotel by Pierre Sutton, President of inner city broadcasting company; Linda mcculler, President of a + records; Sloan, political adviser; Hamlin, lawyer; Dr. may, administrative assistant; taraji, assistant entertainment affairs officer; and their subordinates. Two special reporters from a + CN were also with them.

In addition to the peripheral security, the "aplus delegation" has a large team today.

Although it's just a small hearing that doesn't even have a live broadcast, and the content is not critical, we are still very worried about the boss's first appearance on this stage.

On the one hand, the defamation of hard copy magazines at the end of last year and subsequent revelations from other gossip media still did a lot of harm to song Ya and his wife's popularity. Today's appearance as the chairman of Neicheng Broadcasting Corporation in the serious high-end occasion of the political center of the United States is an opportunity for public relations.

On the other hand, as the much anticipated black light, Linda and Pierre and even the Manhattan gang are very happy that he can be invited to the hearing. Other black singers and sports stars are not easy to achieve this achievement.

"For what?" He waved to the reporters who were outside shouting their names. Song ya got into the car and didn't visit. There were too many people and the reporters couldn't squeeze in. Besides, he was worried about the real occurrence of the movie bridge that Maria Kelly had said.

Linda replied, "Lisa said there were irreconcilable differences."

"I asked the real reason." Song Ya said.

"Who knows, gossip newspapers say everything, there is no lack of very vicious speculation, do not mind others, you have a good book back?" Linda is more nervous than he is.

"Who am I? Linda, when I get my bachelor's degree this year, I'm going to prepare for the LSAT. "

In Song Dynasty, she raised the thick document in her hand, which was prepared by Ms. Sloan.

"It's very difficult. Don't take it lightly. If you don't play well, don't be depressed. Take your time and take the exam a few more times." In order not to be photographed by reporters and the beautiful blonde in the same car, Sloan low-key to the back of the car, Hamlin temporarily took over the task.

The bodyguard came from behind and knocked on the window. Old Mike started the car and followed the motorcade into the traffic of Washington.

"Hum, don't look down on me, Hamlin."

Song Ya is very confident about his examination ability. Although it is really difficult to test, there are also doctors. The tuition fees are very expensive and the study period is still long. Of course, the income and social status of these two groups are among the top of the working class.

"Can I help you prepare for the exam?" Hamlin asked with a smile.

"Jimmy promised me to help. He's younger than you and has more memory of exams than you do." Song Ya fought back.

"Ha ha, sure." Hamlin laughed: "by the way, in the cat and mouse game, did abagonier really pass the bar (lawyer qualification examination) once every two weeks through self-study?"

"Don't listen to any boast of an old liar. It's like taking the exam three or four times. You've got the exam with a fake Harvard law school degree." Song Ya replied.

"That's great. After all, he didn't know anything about law before." Hamlin sighed.

"Well, otherwise, how could so many cheats call him a legend? The guy is very popular now. He has been making speeches and selling books around the world with the momentum of movie sales. He also has the right to film adaptation of the new book "the art of theft."

"Will you buy a sequel to the cat and mouse game?" Hamlin asked.

"If the price is right, Lyndon in Hollywood is more interested than I am." Song Ya shook his head slightly. If there was no apocalypse, he could do nothing. If abagonel blackmailed too much, it would be OK. At present, Hollywood's right to adapt the book has entered a number of seller's markets. It's hard for him to compete with those big companies. Besides, he's not very interested.

"Look at it again. Don't talk." Linda patted the document in his hand to remind her, "it's coming."

"Well."

The selected hotel is not far from Capitol Hill. After the motorcade was inspected at the door, all bodyguards except old Mike and Marotta, who were most trusted, were forbidden to enter. He and others in suits such as Hamlin, Linda, Pierre and Sloan walked steadily and firmly to the hearing Hall of the house of Representatives under the guidance of the staff.

"Deng, Deng, Deng, Deng..."

The game music with brain power, er, doesn't seem to be suitable

Their clothes are expensive and low-key, and their shoes are shiny. In addition to themselves, others are carrying various briefcases. They are top professionals in all directions, which is very reassuring.

In front of him, Underwood and Rangel appeared, and they passed by, talking and laughing. Underwood also looked for an opportunity to wink mischievously at himself.

Well, there are a lot of people nearby. Song Ya also nods slightly. Even if he has said hello, they will take care of him.

Click!

As soon as I entered the hall, a series of shutter rings immediately, and the reporters' flashlights flashed wildly.

Song Ya used to frown, but immediately sounded Sloan's advice, stood still, politely squeezed out the chairman's smile.It's just a small hearing that has nothing to do with the voting situation. It hasn't been broadcast live. However, due to his reputation, according to Sloan, this kind of hearing usually doesn't come to so many journalists.

It's not a big scene. It's just a row of long platforms where members sit for hearings and questions. The nameplates have been put in place, and all the members have not come yet. It's empty.

Opposite the presidium is a row of slightly shorter long tables. Their own name plates are also placed in the middle of the table. There are seats at the back and side. The arrangement is somewhat similar to that of a court. The side seats are for the media, and the seats in the back rows are distributed to their own entourage and other visitors.

"Go and sit down."

Ms. Sloan warned him in a low voice: "as promised, don't show any improper behavior in front of the media."

"I know, calm."

Song Ya took the paper and sat down. He adjusted the chair to a comfortable position. The paper was on the table in front of him. It was a little crooked. He adjusted it a little. Because of his height, he felt that his hands were a little out of place. He tried to hang down, and he felt bad. He lifted up to support the table. Well, this posture seems a bit too studious. I'm already a big media man Instead, put one arm flat, the other elbow down, and hold the document with the palm of your hand.

Hamlin sat on his left, Linda's right, Sloan and Pierre were right behind him, stretching their necks to the extent that they could whisper, and the rest of them were sitting around them.

"Aplus, can I see the camera?"

In such a solemn place, everyone's behavior will not comply with the entertainment industry standards. Those reporters squat in front of him and greet him with a very low voice. There is no loud conversation at all, only the occasional annoying slight cough coming from behind.

He grinned and continued to smile at the camera.

Several reporters shot enough, and then the next group squatted to move over.

"Seems early?" He knocks on the microphone to find the key position of this style, which is indeed closed. Then he carefully covers the microphone with one hand, turns his head and covers the back of his other hand in front of his mouth. He asks Sloan who knows the process best.

"Yes, just wait." Sloan replied.

It's a little different from the image. Maybe the videos he saw temporarily started from the stage of hearing and questioning. Song Ya looks at the back of the auditorium. Some people who don't know whether they are politicians or the media have taken their seats. The reporters have been filming all the time. He purses his mouth and bears back the complaints about how long he has to wait.

"Thirsty?"

Like an old mother, Linda produced a bottle of mineral water from her briefcase and put it in front of him.

"Cough, trademark." Ms. Sloan coughs.

Song Ya tore off the trademark paper and put it into his pocket. The reporters snickered. what are you laughing at? Damn it! He struggled to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

Finally, two black congressmen came into the entrance. They were from Langer's side. But according to Ms. Sloan's instructions, Sonya did not make any eye contact with them, but only had a formal conversation when the other side asked questions.

The two black male congressmen have been chatting with each other since they took their seats, and they don't know what they are talking about. They are very happy and laughing all the time.

Then some white congressmen came, men and women, and most of the same.

“M-fxxk！ What about administrative efficiency? "

I don't think those people take themselves and this hearing seriously! Slobber was close at hand, and make complaints about the disregarded. He opened the bottle cap and drank the saliva, suppressed the tucking tuck inside his heart, opened the file and intended to make up for missed lessons again, but suddenly remembered that the reporters were still pressing the shutter at close intervals, so they closed again and did not give it a shot.

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