Chapter 1063? In Front of the Monument

Ms. Sloan admired the artwork displayed in the Illinois governor's office in Springfield on Sunday.

"Peter's predecessor quietly took away some porcelain and oil paintings that were said to be very good."

Alicia Flock, the governor's wife, acts as a tour guide.

"Recovered?" Sloan looked at the photo of the former governor on the wall.

"hehe……"

Alicia pouted and shrugged, "By the way, where did you learn painting?"

"Painting? Why do you say that?" Sloan wondered.

"Don't pretend, the watercolor painting in your room is very good, and it looks professionally trained." Alicia replied.

"Oh!" Sloan laughed, "That's not my painting, it's Dali's work."

"Dali? Salvador Dali?" Alicia's eyes widened.

"It doesn't look like a masterpiece, right? APLUS has a poor eye for picking artwork." Sloan waved his hands and complained.

"ah!?"

Alicia squeezed her throat in wonder and asked, "He bought it? Did he give it to you?"

"Um."

The painting was sent to her by Mrs. Astor's people together with the photo of APLUS and the bosses. Alicia's dazed reaction after receiving an affirmative answer made her feel a little funny, bending over to look at an antique The clock chimed, "Have you tasted it?"

"No! No, how could it be."

Alicia denied it first, and after realizing it, she slapped Sloan's ass with the lady's bag in her hand, "Be careful what you say here! Big mouth!"

"You..." Sloan was about to fight back when he heard the noise of leather shoes stepping on the ground and men talking in the corridor outside, so he straightened up and stood beside Alicia.

"The ambulance pulls into Highland Park in the middle of the night, and the tabloids have something to write about..."

Eli, Chief of Staff of the Governor's Office smiled and pushed open the door, and APLUS's loud voice came in first, "The old guy didn't help at all, and I will find time to visit him in the hospital later, you really shouldn't invite him here, Pierre."

Pierre Sutton, chairman of the Inner City Broadcasting Company, laughed, "Shall we go to the hospital together at night?"

"Uh... No, I'll find time again, and the itinerary is arranged by Mike." Song Ya complained confidently and strode into the door, "It's an honor to meet you, Mrs. Flock, Sloan."

Alicia secretly twisted his arm when he kissed the two ladies. It was really inexplicable, and he couldn't show it. He looked at Sloan aggrievedly, without getting a hint.

"Everyone, please wait a moment. Mr. Governor will be here soon. Mrs. Flock, let's show the guests around first? Thank you."

Eli confessed and left in a hurry.

"Hello, Mr. Sutton, Mr. Jackson, Pastor William, Michelle...Is this your husband?"

Alicia had no choice but to continue to assume the duties of the governor's wife, standing still and accepting the greetings of a group of black elites one by one, "Argus." The partner of the law firm followed at the end, so there is no need to be polite, "APLUS." She said: " Argus has something to say to you alone."

"OK."

It seems that you are still dissatisfied with the business of the American music website? Song Ya glanced at Alicia, who was showing Pierre and others around the office, and tilted her head to Argus, and the two found a corner tacitly.

"I'm sorry, with the case of Quanmusic.com, I..."

Argus apologized under his breath for screwing up the lawsuit.

"You can't lose any more appeals, OK?"

It is meaningless to worry about the lost lawsuit. Song Ya warned him: "America Music website is preparing to go public next year. This is a big business. If this case is not resolved, all our plans will be disrupted. You should understand the seriousness of the matter Argus."

"I will do my best, uh...but I still want to defend myself. In fact, the failure of the lawsuit last time was also one of the important reasons for the failure of the president Mr. Delay. Some virtual incentives in the Liga music website forum, and even real objects in the name of rewarding active users..."

Argus's above defense made Song Ya frowned,

"I don't want to hear these details. I only know that we lost, and your law firm has been responsible for the legal affairs of the American music website. You have the responsibility to help DeLay avoid those legal traps in advance."

"Yes, I apologize again..."

During the conversation, the governor finally arrived, "APLUS, welcome." Song Ya and Pierre lined up and shook hands with Peter Flock, "Jesse, long time no see." He exchanged greetings with black equal rights leader Jesse Jackson After a few words, he said, "Go outside, let's take a picture together."

So the group left the office and went out again, Song Ya fell behind, thanking Peter in a low voice for letting the Springfield police force provide effective cooperation for later activities.

"Small things."

Peter waved his hand nonchalantly, "When is the foundation stone for your record company and TV station project?"

"Temporarily arrange it at the beginning of January. It depends on when you are free. I can do it after the 3rd." Song Ya replied.

"OK, ask your people to contact Eli to arrange a trip."

The governor was very satisfied. After taking pictures with the black elites, he went back to his government affairs. He would not appear during the speech. Song Ya and others also had to continue their journey after visiting the governor.

In the Oak Ridge Cemetery on the outskirts of Springfield, Vic McGee, who has been a civil servant for a long time, is holding hot coffee and staring at the long crowd marching from the direction of the former residence of President Lincoln with his colleagues. The weather forecast is half right, and there is no rain today. Snow, but not a little wind.

The local police force was short of manpower, he was seconded, "Frozen to death you Ngers!" He looked at black men in bloated clothes and marched against the wind with a smirk, picked up the belt on the belly of beer and cursed, " Hey! It's my turn."

There should be no violence in today's parade. The police officers were very relaxed and looked for shelter from the wind. Vic and the others huddled behind a public phone booth to fish, and waited for their colleagues to finish talking on the phone. He got in right away.

It was warmer in the small phone booth, he breathed into his palm, picked up the receiver, "Cassidy, aren't you coming back for Christmas?" He hung up the phone to his eldest daughter who was far away in Alaska.

"No, Mayor Palin is about to take office, and I can't finish my work here."

Cassidy, who has been with Sarah Palin's team and sneaked into the mayor's office of Wasila here as an administrative assistant, said: "Say hello to my mother and siblings for me."

"I will, need to send money?" Vic asked.

"No, I'll start getting paid in January next year." How Kasiti was short of money, of course, she couldn't tell her father where it came from.

"Well, say hello to Mayor Palin for me too, and tell her your father likes her politics."

"knew."

"Is it cold in Alaska now?"

"Believe it or not, it's warmer than Chicago."

The father and daughter chatted for a long time, and Cassity put down the phone and got busy again. Her current job was to follow Sarah Palin to summarize her opinions on the decoration of the mayor's office, and then pass it on to the decoration company and other paperwork. chores.

The female mayor's princess disease is also very serious, she is very picky about decoration, and often changes her mind, so it is only half a month before she officially takes office, and she still hasn't done it yet.

He was busy in the dark until after get off work. He knocked on the door and walked into the mayor's office to report on his work. Sarah Palin was watching the news with her aides.

‘APLUS delivered a speech in front of the Lincoln Memorial in Springfield today, continuing to criticize the so-called systematic persecution and media pursuit of him...’

Reported by local TV.

"This kid can't stop making trouble!" A staff member sneered, and the other white people present also laughed.

When Kasiti saw the man in the black trench coat, smiling and shaking hands with Jesse Jackson and walking up to the podium, she was secretly delighted. She immediately took a peek at the other people in the room, and found that no one was paying attention to herself, so she stood on the sofa From behind, I watched obsessively.

"Thank you, thank you Pastor Jackson for the wonderful speech just now."

Springfield City is the place where Lincoln worked as a practicing lawyer, and later he was buried here, so there are many memorial buildings here, such as former residences, cemeteries, libraries, museums, and monuments. It is a good tourist attraction. In front of the monument to the towering granite obelisk and bronze statue of the former commander who made great contributions to blacks, Song Ya took a deep breath of cold air, calmly and calmly took out the speech, and said in a half-finished voice: "In 1860, Lincoln was elected general here, and took the train to Washington to take office..."

"More than a hundred years have passed. After the Civil War and the affirmative action, America is still a country full of discrimination and systematic persecution of African-Americans and other ethnic minorities..."

"Here today, I don't want to talk about my personal experience, but take this opportunity to talk to you about some bad signs in the American media, those who ignore the principle of fairness, use media hegemony to mislead the public arbitrarily, and systematically abuse minorities. persecuting media.”

"Lincoln said that you can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time. I think this has been forgotten by many people in the media now, and they willfully Lying, ignoring facts and historical truth, they fall back on the idea that a lie repeated a thousand times is the truth, and they are the ghosts of Goebbels who still doggedly haunt America at the end of the twentieth century."

"But I think they will fail, because history will give a fair evaluation in the end!"

"When it comes to history, I think history is the only, irrefutable truth in this world. What happened in the past cannot be changed and cannot be undone. My mother is my mother, and my mother's grandfather is her grandfather. Everything that was done in the Indians, the massacre of the Jews and the enslavement of all black people may not be as well known, but absolutely, definitely happened... It's more true than one plus one equals two, isn't it? My college math grade is still Okay, I know that maybe one day someone will prove that one plus one doesn't equal two, which is likely to happen..."

New York, Damon Dash's home in Brooklyn, "What is this guy talking about?" Jazzy complained to his brother while watching TV, "One plus one doesn't equal two, it's all out, those Ngers outside can understand it .”

"Maybe he didn't want people to understand at all," Damon Dash said.

The smartest guy in Brooklyn has guessed the truth. Song Ya wants to counter FoxNews and show his attitude, but at the same time he also wants to cool down the protests in New York. Christmas and New Year are approaching. The old relationship here, For example, the police commissioner of the city government is also afraid that a big incident will cause a big incident on a major festival and the whole thing will get out of control.

Therefore, try to avoid inflammatory remarks, so he said in the middle of the sentence, "Trust the wisdom and judgment of all ethnic minorities. I believe they will sneer at the media's incendiary and fake news, and they will be calm and self-respecting in a calm and private place." After much deliberation, choose whether to express support for our cause. '

"My mother's grandfather lived in Cameroon all his life. I will not say that he was a black slave who was enslaved by the southern states. This is the biggest difference between me and some media. I will not make up lies and use fake news to get some benefits. Others. When I first left Chicago for New York, I was a poor kid in second-hand clothes..."

'Drip...drip...drip...'

In the Affiliated Hospital of the University of Chicago School of Medicine, apart from the APLUS speech, there was only the ticking of medical instruments. Rashida looked back at her father lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, sniffed guiltily, and turned his gaze back to the TV .

APLUS is located in the center of the screen just like yesterday in Highland Park. Unlike yesterday when he was surrounded by white elites such as the Fox Group and the president of Fox Pictures, fawning over, applauding, shaking hands, and toasting to him, today he is surrounded by serious faces. , Jesse Jackson with a sad and angry face, the widow of Malcolm X, Pierre Sutton, a local pastor in Chicago, an equal rights lawyer, a black politician, etc., the star-studded battle looks like another Dr. King.

"Whether I have money or not, I will challenge every discrimination I encounter, and practice Lincoln's dream of emancipating black slaves and equalizing all people, because I know that history will prove that what I have done is unquestionably correct. , I am willing to fight for it all my life.”

"The discrimination and systematic persecution against us must stop, and media practitioners who violate the principle of fairness must be punished... That's my position, nothing else."

The handsome face of APLUS looked directly at the camera, as if he was staring at himself. Rashida held his face and continued to watch. After he finished his particularly handsome last sentence, the crowd began to applaud and cheer loudly under the podium. While embracing Jesse Jackson and the widow of Malcolm X, the girl leaned softly against the iron railing at the end of the hospital bed.

'Boom! '

Murdoch's office door at News Corporation was pushed open by FoxNews President Roger Ailes, he strode in, glared at the 'little man' angrily, and then looked at Murdoch behind the desk, " Why did you suddenly stop Hannity's column!?"

"Hannity's carelessly discriminatory remarks about female guests last week were inappropriate."

The villain answered on behalf of the boss.

"This is not the truth!"

Roger Ailes ignored him, and continued to question Murdoch, "You were bought by that kid for 60 million dollars, right? To save your messed up film company!? The news is all over the place today."

"Not at all, Roger."

Murdoch replied helplessly: "And Taili only punished Hannity a little. He can come back after issuing an apology to the lady."

"Hannedy is my man! I will not subject my man to this insult!" Roger Ailes growled.

"Your people? FoxNews belongs to News Corporation! Roger!" The villain shot up, "Your anchors should take into account the principle of fairness in the media."

"The principle of fairness has long been abolished!"

Roger Ailes glanced at him with disdain, "Our target group doesn't need the principle of fairness. They watch my TV station just to get approval and what they want to see. Those liberals are full of lies and only know to attack the American government. In China and the country, every reporter has the goal of discovering another Watergate scandal, thinks they are elites who have the only truth, sees ordinary Americans as ignorant mobs, loves foreigners more than Americans..."

"Have got to keep a modicum of decency," said the villain, "if you really want us to have more subscribers than CUU."

"Fuck your face! Let's do this..."

Roger Ailes stood in front of the villain and made eye contact with him, "I want you to go, or I will go, or Hannity will come back, or I will go. This is an ultimatum, make a decision! Momo Mr. Doc." After the showdown, he slammed the door and left.

"I don't think we can control him," said the little man.

"call……"

Murdoch didn't respond, and sighed distressedly, but suddenly the door was pushed open again, and Roger Ailes came back, "Which one of you has coins?"

"coin?"

"Twenty-five meters will do."

This nonsensical question stumped Murdoch. He fumbled in his pockets, but couldn't find any coins.

"I have."

The villain took a coin, and Roger Ailes fished it away unceremoniously. He slammed the door and left again like a whirlwind. He left the News Corporation building, found a public phone booth by the roadside, and checked the number in the text message to call back. In the past, "Mr. Cheney..."

"I know where the border is and I know how to cover the Bahne case!"

"So you're teaching me how to do things too? You're teaching me how to do things too!?"

"I don't know what it means to stop here! I'm a journalist and you're not!"

"You politicians with no limits..."

Chatted with the Elephant Party's ex-Minister of Defense for a few minutes, and he yelled and yelled, his fat face turned red, "Well, I know how to do it, but you owe me one, M-Fxxk!"

In the end, he finally gave in, but he became even more angry. With nowhere to vent his anger, he slammed the microphone back into the phone, and when he walked out, he touched the bottom of his nose with his hand, and it bled again, "Ah!" He yelled, and fainted in the street past.

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