Chapter 1176?

"Mmmmm..."

At this time, Mariah Carey was stuck in a high-end restaurant. Reporters, real New York local political reporters and paparazzi mixed together. Two restaurant waiters led by the foreman opened their arms and tried to stop them from the door.

Mariah Carey asked the assistant in bewilderment, "The dead man still doesn't answer the phone?"

"No." The assistant replied.

The important guests she specially entertained today, Katzenberg, one of the Big Three of DreamWorks, and Whitney Houston, another DIVA, dealt with the food awkwardly, "Hahaha!" Whitney Houston couldn't hold back, clutching a knife Fork suddenly laughed.

"Hmmmm...Mr. Katzenberg, this won't affect Whitney and I singing the theme song of the Prince of Egypt, will it?"

She didn't care about being laughed at by Whitney Houston, and continued to ask in a crying voice.

Celine Dion has become the most dazzling DIVA by singing the theme song of Titanic. The ship has won the box office for 15 consecutive times. She has a sense of crisis. Whitney Houston has not released a special for more than a year. The two hit it off and plan to He co-produced the theme song of the blockbuster and collaborated with Katzenberg on the DreamWorks animation blockbuster Prince of Egypt.

"So what Lewinsky said is true?" Katzenberg asked rhetorically.

"..."

Mariah Carey didn't get professional PR advice, so she didn't dare to answer rashly. She scanned the restaurant. The other guests probably didn't know the news, and they were stretching their necks in surprise and disgust to observe the mess outside the door.

"Sorry, Mr. Katzenberg, Whitney."

Thankfully, the manager Sandy Glenn arrived in time, "Mimi, come with me and get out of here first, and lure the paparazzi away, it's inconvenient for Mr. Katzenberg to be found here."

"All right."

Mariah Carey took out a small makeup bag from her bag to touch up her makeup, "Then how should I respond?"

"Don't talk, just walk. Sorry, Mr. Katzenberg, Whitney."

Sandy Glenn hurriedly led the way.

Mariah Carey put on her sunglasses, bowed her head and was led out by him and his assistant to join the bodyguards.

"Miss Kelly! During your visit to the White House with APLUS, you really..."

"Is Lewinsky telling the truth?"

"You are really on such a solemn occasion..."

Reporters chattered,

The cameraman no longer hesitated to maintain the basic politeness to the actress, the microphone and the camera directly slammed into the face, and everyone squeezed into the center of the circle, and an angry white aunt on the periphery shouted, "You desecrated that place!" ’ and the like.

Mariah Carey, who was staggering to and fro, was so frightened that her face turned pale, she raised her orchid fingers, and blocked the big butterfly-shaped diamond ring in front of her face.

"Let's go! Please let's go!"

Sandy Glenn and bodyguards managed to escort her into the car.

"Get through!" The assistant followed up and reported loudly.

"It's all your fault!" She picked up her phone and threw the blame away.

"Who knew that the people in the White House have such big mouths..."

"What? Speak up!"

"I didn't know there would be ghosts in the White House..."

Song Ya turned up his collar, shrunk his neck, leaned against the door of the terminal building, poked his head and said, "Again, didn't you say you wanted to keep a memory?"

"I didn't say it! It's all your fault!"

"Okay, okay, blame me, blame me..."

"Now what?"

"I just talked to someone about this issue? Anyway, we can't admit that Lewinsky is telling the truth, which will prove that she also told the truth about the current commander-in-chief."

Song Ya replied. He just talked to Peter, and also talked to Underwood on the phone? That's probably the caliber now.

"That means you don't admit it? I'm so scared? The reporters are going crazy..."

Mariah Carey turned her head and glanced at the figures and the flashing lights outside the car window? She continued to cry.

"Don't deny it, don't talk too much, it will be bad if you get slapped in the face then? I think the commander-in-chief may be thinking of using us to divert the attention of the media from him and Lewinsky? Prepare for the overwhelming heat."

"Why did you get slapped in the face? Is there a CCTV in the bathroom in the east hall?"

"That's impossible, but you were a little loud as I remember."

"..."

"Okay, okay, it's really not a big deal? We were husband and wife at the time? Straightforward? It's not like Lewinsky and... is it? Anyway, wait until I get to Huaguo to contact? The flight is about to start? That's it for now? Tell your agent and media PR."

"What's the matter!? Don't even try to run away! Hello? Hello!?"

A busy tone came from the mobile phone, "I'm so mad! Run away! Irresponsible man! Nothing!"

Mariah Carey drops her phone as her stretched Lincoln hits the road with motorcycle headlights behind it.

"call!"

Song Ya breathed out. He hung up the phone because he saw the end of the small press conference before Peter left on the tarmac? Peter hugged his wife Alicia? The couple smiled lovingly and waved to the camera? Boeing 747 walks up.

The small number of reporters evacuated voluntarily? The cameramen also began to pack their equipment.

He straightened his collar to make it stand up straighter, then turned his head and turned the back of his head towards the reporter? He ran wildly.

Old Mike dragged the suitcase in one hand and ran behind with a big travel bag in the other.

"By the way! Governor Flock, this time you and the business community in this state..."

Unexpectedly, a reporter stopped Peter and added another question.

"Our industrial and mining industry, machinery manufacturing, bulk commodities and futures trading and other industries have a strong complementary relationship with Huaguo. I am very optimistic and believe..."

Peter enjoyed being thought that his trip to China was creating opportunities for multinational companies and local employment, so he turned around and continued talking.

Song Ya, who had just rushed out of the terminal for about 20 meters, had to go around in a circle and hide back. In the camera, a vigorous black shadow flashed in the corner of the lens, and then an old white man was panting behind.

Luckily the cameraman didn't notice.

After finally waiting for the interview to end, Peter and Alicia stood in front of the plane door and waved their hands for a long time. Song Ya didn't decide to charge again until the two entered the cabin.

This time it went smoothly. He spotted a big fat white man in a business delegation that was queuing up to board the plane. He ran over and hid his body in the other's shadow.

"APLUS?"

The fat man recognized him. It turned out to be an acquaintance who had worked with a Caterpillar executive, Aquinas, in the resale of Bath equipment.

"Hello, hello."

Aquinas' voice attracted the attention of all the others. They were all prominent senior executives of major multinational corporations. They were naturally well-informed. The corners of their mouths turned up, and they all paid attention to themselves in unison.

"The White House is fun, isn't it?"

An old white man with a gold M badge pinned to his chest asked back. "Hahaha!" The others immediately stopped pretending and laughed.

"Hmph." Song Ya didn't know how to answer, so she snorted through her nostrils.

"I've been to the East Hall too." The old white man said again. Everyone laughed again.

"Um."

"You met Lewinsky? The intern?"

"No impression."

"Hey, speaking of it, although you have Hua Kingdom blood, this is the first time you've been there, right?"

"Um."

Everyone followed the queue and walked up the airstairs. The old white man continued to show off: "We have opened a store there since 1990. They like rice-style food and rice-style life. It is empty for everyone! Our store with the largest area in the world is there. The highest sales were recorded there, and the highest average spend per transaction was created there."

"Wow."

"Yes, we are one step ahead, in the largest and most potential market in the world!"

The old white man in M ​​was bragging triumphantly, "Then why did Buffett's Berkshire Hathaway liquidate your stock last year?" Someone at the front of the queue sounded annoyed at him.

"Well……"

The old white man was speechless, "Forget it, let's talk about the bathroom in the east hall."

"Hahaha!"

Song Ya boarded the plane with a cheeky face. Peter and Alicia waited patiently at the entrance and shook hands with everyone one by one, "APLUS, it's just tidbits, don't... poof!" Peter suddenly laughed as he spoke.

"I do not mind."

Song Yanun pursed his lips, and when he shook hands with Alicia, the woman secretly clasped her palm a few times. Song Ya followed her eyes and looked towards the bathroom not far from the entrance.

Don't you still dare to imitate? Crazy, dare not dare, looking for excitement is not looking for death.

The business delegation and Peter's governor's team were not in the same cabin. Song Ya took the old Mike and chose to sit in a row with Aquinas's Caterpillar group.

There are enough seats in the 747, and everyone sits sparsely according to their company's "camp".

Everyone was there, but after sitting and waiting for a while, a young-looking white man in a suit ran in before the flight attendant closed the cabin door.

The man looked back and forth with a stack of photos in his hand, "Mr. Aquinas, I am from the Ministry of Commerce..." He finally chose Aquinas, introduced himself and asked if he could change seats.

"CIA."

The kind-hearted Aquinas whispered a reminder in his ear before going to other seats. He was too fat, and when he passed by, his beer belly wiped Song Ya's face like a meat towel.

"APLUS, the commander-in-chief hopes that you can cooperate with the public opinion recently." The man in the name of an employee of the Ministry of Commerce whispered to Song Ya through the noise of the plane taking off.

"Hehe, I guessed it."

What else can I do, "I am obliged." Song Ya said beautifully.

"Great, thank you on behalf of him and his wife."