Chapter 1025? Victory and Defeat

"Congratulations, Mr. Party Whip, it's unbelievable! I read the predictions of various media before, and they all think that we can only get 210 seats at most. 218?! Hoho... this number can be considered brilliant Victory?"

On the second day, the training scene was still filmed, with a few more supporting teammates, such as passing and cutting, shooting and so on. Song Ya’s role will be less than that of Mira. During the filming break, he finally contacted Underwood and warmly expressed Congratulations: "Everyone is saying, without you, we would not have achieved such success!"

"Haha, don't talk about APLUS like that. All the caucus colleagues in the campaign have put in arduous efforts, and I'm just a lowly whip of the House of Representatives." Underwood smiled and said in an official tone, but he could hear his complacency.

"So...we are now the majority party in the House of Representatives, so next year, shall I change my name and call you the speaker?" Song Ya continued to flatter.

"No chance, there is the leader of the House of Representatives on it, and the speaker is his." Underwood said.

"That's a pity. I think the current commander-in-chief needs to repay you well."

With Sloan around to teach Washington's political trends, Song Ya actually knows that Underwood will most likely be his party whip next year, and rewards for merit, the power of the internal committee of the party group may be much greater.

Just some free compliments, "As long as the House of Representatives gets stuck with the party's messy budget proposals, his situation will be much better."

"It hasn't been long since I became a party whip, and everyone needs me to continue to urge the parliament to vote and pass the bill. The next four years will be the second term of the commander-in-chief. There is no pressure for re-election. He can finally do a big job and fulfill his election promises. gone."

Perhaps Underwood was afraid that he would talk too much, so he took an inoculation in advance, "Don't worry, APLUS, I will be free soon and find a chance to talk about your affairs, but I can't do it now, and it's not convenient to talk on the phone. "

"Understandable. By the way, does Russell have any other contact information? I called his personal phone number and the campaign office..."

"Uh, don't contact him for the time being. His opponent is appealing the vote counting results, so he will be very busy in the near future, and the timing is a little sensitive." Underwood interrupted hastily, as if he didn't want to talk about Russell.

"Appeal? So there may be changes in the number of members of the House of Representatives?" Song Ya asked.

"Impossible, it's just a routine refusal to admit defeat after the Elephant Party fails." Underwood replied.

After hanging up the phone, the old Larry just announced one, and the next one still has no mission of his own. According to the plot, the heroine played by Mira is still the team's substitute at this time, and most of them have to train with the substitutes.

The secondary lineup of the middle school team is mostly crooked, there are big fat guys who are overweight, and there is a skinny monkey with a nerdy face. They line up with Mira, and soon, 'Coach' R. The skill of spraying people, shouting and insulting each other in their ears, the sound spread far away.

"Hey, APLUS."

There is a Latino supporting actor who plays the team's main force and one of his best friends. In reality, the actor who is a player from a nearby college team took the opportunity to touch him, "It seems that your technical moves are good, we will be here tomorrow There is a friendly match, are you coming too?"

Song Ya smiled and waved his hands.

"Okay, I'm sorry to disturb you." The other party had no choice but to leave.

If it weren't for the script of this play being 'written' by myself,

In fact, Song Ya can do it without knowing the outline of the plot or the character's heart, and just complete the daily performance tasks step by step. It is really easy to play the male protagonist with facial paralysis, especially this kind of young film male who is not good at acting in the whole crew. host.

The sun is shining brightly in Florida. As a big star, Song Ya enjoys the best treatment. The parasols, deck chairs and small tables are placed not far behind the plane. Monitor, overview of the whole situation.

Ms. Sloan, wearing a wide-brimmed sunhat and dark glasses, sat nearby, dialing numbers from the phone book and occasionally handing over her cell phone. "Wrangell," she said.

"Rep. Rangel, I, APLUS, haha, congratulations on your successful re-election!"

Due to his investment in the inner city broadcasting company, the situation of the Manhattan Gang was much better than after Dinkins' defeat, and Rangel, who was flexible, also re-established his relationship with them, which was equivalent to returning to the Manhattan Gang.

He was also successfully re-elected as a member of the Federal House of Representatives this year. Among the politicians he sponsored, besides him and Russell, many others were also re-elected, including three in the black party group alone. Again, all re-elected.

"Shxt! Choose every two years, and suffer more and more every time."

Rangel's vote rate was getting lower and lower, and he laughed and cursed directly on the phone.

This party stick is very popular in the donkey party. In order to avoid the competition of powerful politicians in the elephant party, he moved to another black politician in New York State this year as he wished. He squeezed out a new compatriot in the party stage and was successfully elected. .

"Maybe it's time to look forward to the Senate seat?" It's always right to pick the right way.

"Haha, that's a bit difficult." Rangel laughed.

a bit difficult? With the unclear accounts of your campaign office and foundation, don't even think about it in your next life, you will run sicker than yourself, Song Ya complained in her heart.

"Little Jesse Jackson."

After exchanging compliments with Rangel, Ms. Sloan quickly dialed another number, which was the son of Jesse Jackson. He was also elected to the Federal House of Representatives this year as he wished, which also triggered a series of chains within the Illinois Black Caucus. The reaction led Michelle's husband to run for the Illinois State Senate instead.

Has friendship with Jesse Jackson, not very close to his son, although he also invested a sum of money through Aunt Susie's foundation.

In short, after the end of this year's general election, the politicians of the Donkey Party were very happy. Whether it was the commander-in-chief, the deputy commander, Underwood or Rangel and Jesse Jackson Jr., they were all holding or participating in various victory rallies.

Originally, this was also a good opportunity for me to show my face and expand my network, but now...

"Sloan, go to Capitol Hill on my behalf and have a good chat with our party whip."

Song Ya thought for a while and said, "Tell him, I'm running out of patience. First, I was asked to wait for the end of the general election, and now I'm asked to wait for the end of the celebrations. Maybe next time I will shirk and say that I will wait until everyone takes office early next year."

"OK, be good, don't talk nonsense, don't run around, I will be back soon." Sloan asked before leaving.

"rest assured."

After a series of formulaic congratulations, it happened to be his turn to 'play'.

"I want to test your skills! Divide into two teams for a match! The shirtless and the clothed!"

R. Lee Elmi, with a whistle around his neck, walks past the line-up, "You, Shirtless, you, the other side."

The school team is not so particular, and those who take off their jerseys go to the other team when they are divided. In this scene, Mira is the C position, and Song Ya is expressionless, standing in the queue with her head held high, serving as a perfect background board.

"Coach! I have to wear clothes!"

Mira, who was disguised as a man, was assigned to the shirtless team. Naturally, she couldn't take off her clothes, so she quickly raised her hand to save her.

"What!?" R Li Ermi stood in front of her viciously.

"Uh, I'm allergic to sunlight." Mira babbled exaggeratedly.

"Haha!" Song Ya laughed with other actors at the right time.

"Sunshine... allergies!?" R Li Ermi looked up at the sun, and then looked up and down Mira.

"Yes." Mira squeezed out innocent eyes.

"Someone here is allergic to sunlight!" R Li Ermi said loudly, looking at the others.

"Hahaha!" Song Ya's physical work was even more exaggerated, holding the shoulders of his teammates around him, laughing forward and backward.

"Please..." Mira begged.

The school team is just an interest club for students to participate in. There is no need for teachers to be too strict in their actions when dealing with substitutes who are not under the pressure of inter-school competitions. R Li Ermi played well the emotional sense of wanting to go crazy but holding back , "OK, then you change to the clothes team."

"Thank you!" Mira screamed and cheered, but accidentally exposed the girl's high-pitched voice, "Ahem, thank you, coach." She immediately cleared her throat and made a rough voice to make amends.

"Card!"

Old Larry called to stop, and then discussed with the photographer for a while, "Yes, this one is over!" He announced loudly.

At the same time, at the FoxNews headquarters in Washington, Roger Ailes, the portly president, was in the control room, personally overseeing the broadcast of Elephant Party candidate Bob Dole's defeat speech.

"Fortunately, we kept our Senate majority this year, and this useless old thing can't go back. He might as well continue to be his Senate majority leader, and from now on, he's nothing."

The atmosphere was very depressing, and a high-level executive behind him coldly sneered at Bob Dole in the screen.

"Politicians who dare to stand up this year and fight for the Elephant Party are all heroes. Even if they fail, he still deserves our respect." Another retorted.

"Failure? Is it a rout? The electoral vote is 385 to 153. We lost badly!"

"So? He's seventy-three years old. Where are the younger, more popular politicians hiding?"

The quarrel was getting louder in the control room, Roger Ailes wiped his nose, his fingertips were bright red blood.

And he has hemophilia...

"Shut up!"

He didn't care about this, and suddenly roared like a lion: "Four years from now, we can't let our enemies, the donkey party, the couple, the Arkansas station, and those liberals have a happy day! Attack them on every social issue, and every scandal, and keep on attacking! Until 4 years later, true American values ​​return to the White House!"

Nosebleeds spewed out with his roar, and just as he finished speaking, his huge body fell headfirst onto the director's platform.

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