Chapter 1317 See You

[Network] Chicago 1990 "Mr. Chernin, my temper is already very good. I have ordered Yeremov to suppress the intensity of the conflict between us to a controllable level. What do you want from me!?"

After returning to Chicago, Song Ya considered that Mira was about to give birth, and she didn't want to bring a woman she didn't know well into Highland Park, so she asked Rashida to still live outside as a temporary assistant and go to 'work' at the headquarters of a+ records.

Because she had agreed in advance not to cause trouble for herself, Rashida, who was asked by her mother, hesitated until July to find a chance to speak. Seeing the girl's pitiful appearance, Song Ya readily agreed to meet Cherning , but the location is arranged in New York.

"170 million? The box office of Titanic alone is more than one billion, and the video tapes and other peripherals earn even more!"

Of course, he wouldn't show any kindness to the recalcitrant Fox, and when he mentioned this matter, he would get angry, "To be honest, I would never be so restrained before I was shot and passed out. You might not even imagine it. What will I do!"

Pete Chernin spread his hands, "The number of weeks that Titanic was released is too long, and the ratio of our bills to theaters is constantly decreasing..."

"I don't want to talk about this. Since we have a contract before, it's good to wait for the court to decide."

Song Ya interrupted him, "I don't want to mention how desperate you were before I invested."

"I know, I admit that your 60 million saved our lives."

The president of the Fox Group across the dinner table was always amiable, "I just hope that Yeremov will say a few words in public, and it is best for everyone to calm down, sit down, and have a good talk about reconciling the lawsuit. Not just one thing For the amount of 700 million, we will pay the follow-up account on time..."

Rashida has gradually gotten used to the male social circle and domineering president style, so she obediently sat on the side, listening with her ears open and fiddled with General Tso's chicken nuggets on the plate with chopsticks to kill boredom.

"I don't mind reconciliation, as long as Yeremov thinks the conditions are suitable." Yo ho, it seems that quarreling really works? Song Ya replied.

"Eon, aplus, everyone knows that Yeremov is not the one who makes the decision." Peter Chernin persuaded.

"He is, I don't have the energy to care about Hollywood affairs, law school is heavy."

"hehe……"

Pete Chernin was a little annoyed by his indifference, instead he chuckled and pressed his middle finger on his metal cigarette case,

Sliding on the dining table, "Is there another reason, being haunted by a powerful enemy, right?"

"Would you like to help?" Started a deal? Song Ya became interested.

"Almost, let's reconcile aplus, it's better than everyone standing on the opposite side all the time."

opposite? threaten? "Then the conditions for reconciliation must be very harsh?"

"Not at all." Pete Cherning replied leisurely.

"ha!"

I really wanted to threaten, and I didn’t speculate, Song Ya sneered, and while wiping her mouth with a napkin, she gave Rashida a wink, "Anyway, I am not the one who is anxious, I am very good .”

"See you!"

He threw the napkin on the table and left with a face on the spot.

"I'm sorry Mr. Chernin..."

Rashida didn't expect that the conversation between the two of them fell apart after a few words were wrong, and she apologized and hurriedly chased the man out, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't help him ask you out..."

"It's okay, just stop by and have a meal with him, if you want to blackmail my money, there is no way!"

It was indeed just an episode. This trip to New York was mainly to deal with the rich three generations. In the evening, he appeared at the home of New York State Comptroller Herman McCall, the meeting place of the Manhattan Gang.

The current intelligence only knows that the third generation of the rich and the wife of the commander-in-chief met in New York, and then went to Washington to meet Jewish Senator Joseph Lieberman and some politicians. They were all public trips, and other whereabouts were a mystery. They should be very targeted. They want to solve the public opinion that the U.S. government should intervene and restrict the sale of Seagram Global Group to the public opinion raised by Underwood, Russell and others.

But it doesn't matter, I have a good card in my hand.

"The commander-in-chief's wife has frequently put on a show in Congress and domestic and foreign policies in the past few months, and even announced that she wants to buy property in New York. Such a blatant tentative move... is clearly determined to win the vacancy of the federal senator next year!"

"No question. This year Rendell, from New York, was elected as the chairman of the Donkey Party National Committee, and the couple's close friend Joe Andrew was the executive chairman. He also met frequently with the banker and fundraiser Terry McAuliffe, plus Harvey Wayne. Stein, David Geffen, and almost all of Hollywood have helped to tout and build momentum, and her plan for next year's election has been completed."

"Damn it, come here to play against our little David... It's already difficult to have a little Kennedy in the election next year."

"The Kennedy family has been trying to dissuade us for a long time... what should we do?"

"Tomorrow it looks like it will be very difficult for little David to choose."

"Even if you accept persuasion, it's a question of which side to choose."

"Why accept it! She is not from New York! If you want to come here to vote, you just buy a house temporarily to qualify for the election. It's disgusting!"

"Why don't we all support Kennedy Jr. anyway, the Kennedy family is more pleasing to the eye..."

There is a high probability that the first stop of the commander-in-chief's wife's career in politics will be in New York, and the Manhattan gang is still a little lucky, and now the matter is imminent...

In the room are former New York Mayor Dinkins, former Manhattan borough chairman and former Inner City Broadcasting Company chairman Percy Sutton, Percy Sutton's brother, New York City Supreme Court Justice Oliver Sutton who has never been involved in such activities before , New York State Comptroller Herman McCall, former New York Secretary of State Basil Patterson, and all the old blacks scolded in anger.

The only future star who holds the hope of inheriting the political legacy of the Manhattan Gang, the son of Basil Patterson, New York State Senator David Patterson is still blind, sitting in the corner with his head tilted and listening intently.

There will be a shortage of New York state senators next year. The Manhattan gang has long been planning to push Basil Patterson to run, because there are also many black votes in New York. They thought they would still have the power to fight against the playboy JFK. Suddenly, a powerful enemy came in, the wife of the President of the United States, the current first lady who was loved, sympathized, and praised by the whole country after the Lewinsky case.

"David, what about yourself? Any thoughts?"

Dinkins asked him.

"Uh, how do you say it... Oops, I'm in a mess right now, it's very bad..."

David Patterson squinted his eyes and tried to find the source of the sound. He was not completely blind and could see a little.

Song Ya pursed her lips, pouted her lips, held her forehead to restrain herself, and concealed her smile.

"Aplus, what do you think? What should everyone do now?" Dingkins looked at the biggest benefactor again.

"What's the matter? Choose first, and wait for the party's primary election next year to see the situation before making a decision."

This is what he thought, er, Sloan helped to design, as the only black candidate, even if the black group has a good relationship with the general's wife and the Kennedy family, David Patterson will definitely still divide the blacks if he chooses to run next year Tickets, when the time comes, it is likely to become the winner of the two competitors, the object of competition.

When it comes to the political future of the first lady, with this trump card in hand, and with Underwood's assistance, I am not afraid that the third generation of the rich will bring down the grand commander and his wife.

Negro votes, do they have one?

Just because of what happened in May, his perception of the couple has plummeted. Jr. Kennedy has also been kept in a small notebook by himself before, hehe...

"You will..." The old men were overjoyed.

"Of course." Song Ya nodded generously.

The richest black man in the whole meter promises to pay for it. It will be easy to handle. First organize the campaign office and hire people to recruit volunteers to help with the election. There are two major obstacles in the way of winning the election. They estimate that David Patterson’s fundraising work There will be a lot of trouble, and now it is enough to save a little money, at least not to worry about fundamental problems.

"Aplus is right. It will be too late to withdraw after the primary election next year. When the situation becomes clear, we will make a deal with the advantaged party and provide support and endorsement..." Percy Sutton nodded in agreement, "Who will win? If the probability is high, who do we help?"

"Thanks...aplus..." David Patterson narrowed his eyes and looked over again.

"No... cough cough, no need, this is what I should do."

The atmosphere in the room relaxed a little. At this time, Herman McCall's wife knocked on the door and let in the Federal Representative and Rangel, who was at odds with the Manhattan Gang.

"Traitor!" Dingkins became angry when he saw him, and cursed as he paused his crutches.

"hey-hey……"

Rangel sneered embarrassedly. This party stick has long since defected to the commander-in-chief, and now he is rushing back and forth to pave the way for the election of the first lady. Both the Kennedys need our black votes and it's a good time to make a deal... Hey David."

"Hello...Rep. Rangel..." David Patterson moved his head following Rangel's footsteps.

"It's still early! Don't be hypocritical, you are a federal congressman, not a lobbyist, show some face!" the host, Herman McCall, also angrily reprimanded.

"Face comes from standing on the side of the winner, doesn't it?" Rangel was very thick-skinned, "Eon! Don't everyone see the current situation clearly? No one can win the first lady, not even JFK! "

"David." He said to David Patterson again: "This time we will retreat strategically first, and the rewards will be very rich."

"Well……"

"We're going to wait until next year's primaries to make a decision," said his father, Basil Patterson.

"Don't be like this, I think it's better to stand in line and endorse early."

"You want to use our support to help her persuade the Kennedy family to leave?!" Dingkins poked.

"In short, she is still young, only in her early fifties, and she will always fly higher in politics. Anyway, the commander-in-chief cannot be re-elected after her term ends...the resources will be hers from now on."

Rangel talked to everyone, "It's best not to make too much trouble with your party colleagues in the first shot."

"Reassure her that we will have a bottom line. Anyway, the two of them are the main opponents, so what does it matter if we run with you?"

"Who knows when it comes to selection and criticism? The Kennedy family also offered you a price, right?"

"certainly."

"What's the price?"

"I won't tell you, traitor!"

"Don't be like this..." Rangel looked over again, "Aplus, what do you think?"

Rangel has long been considered an outsider, Song Ya refused to admit it, and pouted at Dingkins and the others, as agreed in advance, the offending people will be handed over to these old men, they have nothing to be afraid of, and they are willing.

"In the primary election, let's at least look at David's support rate first... The people of New York state like him very much." Dinkins replied.

"Like it!?" Rangel was impatient.

"What kind of promise did you get from that couple? You care so much!" the owner, Herman McCall, asked.

"What promise? I'm being investigated by the New York City Government! Can you keep me?" Rangel pointed at them and then at Song Ya, "Can you!?"

"I haven't been supporting..." The New York City Government is in the hands of Giuliani, the iron-fisted mayor of the Elephant Party, and Song Ya dare not guarantee it.

Besides, this guy almost lost the election in the iron ticket district, even if the support in the black group is not very good, although there is a factor of being secretly supported by the third generation of the rich.

"You would have made less money at the Apollo Theater earlier..." Percy Sutton grumbled.

"What's the point of saying this now!?"

"Shouldn't it be said? The scum, the scum of our politicians!"

"I never helped you? That time in 1982 when your wife and younger brother violently attacked the police... You! You!? Aplus you!?"

"Ha! Are decades of old accounts going to be dug up now?"

"If you want to count, I will count slowly with you. That time in the Manhattan District Council in 1976..."

"Okay, okay! Are you annoying Rangel!?"

The Manhattan Gang is too lazy to talk about these dark side things behind their backs now, and the old men are blowing their beards and staring at the nonsense Rangel, arguing together.

Squinting David Patterson looked from side to side with his head.

"Then I'll go first..."

It's boring, Song Ya looked at his watch and said goodbye.

"Also, in 1990..."

It's not over, "I'm leaving..." Song Ya walked to the door, but was still ignored, "Goodbye."

'Boom! '

He was about to open the door, when suddenly the door was pushed open from the outside, and his forehead was knocked hard.

"Watch TV!" The hostess, the wife of Herman McCall, yelled as soon as she came in.

If Hayden came to this scene, he was too familiar with it. The young man was quick on his feet. He rubbed his head and took a few strides to turn on the TV as a reflex.

"The latest news is that a plane crash occurred in the sea near Martha's Vineyard. At present, the relevant departments are rushing to search and rescue. It is reported that the small plane that crashed was probably driven by Kennedy Jr. The list of other passengers is being confirmed..."

"..."

"..."

Song Ya and the old men opened their mouths together, and the room was shocked by the news and fell into dead silence.

Swallowing, he recalled some White House legends, and felt his scalp tingling instantly, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

"Wtf!?" After a long time, David Patterson spoke first, an interjection.

"No way? Did I make a mistake?" Dingkins still couldn't believe it.

"Aplus, what did you just say?" Percy Sutton thought of himself at this moment.

"Uh, what did I say? Oh, I said I'm going to go first..." Song Ya recovered and pointed to the door, "Uh, uh...how about we...discuss about David's primary election? "

"Okay, let's wait and see the specific situation."

"Okay, then I'm leaving, see you...bye..."

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