Chapter 1523 Final

Twenty-two seven.

"No! Don't think about it, don't think about it anymore, don't hesitate!"

Before the person arrived, the words were heard first, and Song Ya's voice spread into the corridor filled with certified replicas of platinum and diamond records on both sides, and then he himself appeared, "We have been preparing for so long, it will be next year! Next year's chances are very good. Good Melissa!"

At the age of fifty-two, he looks better than ten years ago. He has dark hair, a well-proportioned figure, and a sharp face filled with endless arrogance and confidence. His eyes and footsteps are extremely firm. Melissa God, an old law school classmate who followed behind, is also the current CEO of Littman Media Group, said loudly: "I am older than Arkansas in 1992! I, M-FXXK, don't want to wait any longer! Announce earlier, Set up the campaign team earlier, coordinate the party earlier, believe me, we will win next year!"

"But the chairman suggests..." The chairman in Melissa's mouth refers to Ms. Sloan.

"She's always the same old theory of money masters. I don't want to listen to her this time. I have to stand up and do something. If this goes on, the country of America is over! I have to work hard. Winning or losing is a matter of future!"

Song Ya interrupted impatiently.

"She wants you to go back to Chicago and have a good chat in person." Melissa, who is the same age, is also over fifty, but she needs to trot to keep up.

"I've discussed everything with her, and there's nothing more to talk about! She just refuses to call me..."

"She insisted that you go..."

Melissa took out a hundred-dollar bill from the folder, "She asked me to show you this."

"Uh……"

Song Ya glanced back, "No, no! The old woman is... still..."

"what?"

The old woman behind him was muttering in a low voice, but Melissa didn't hear clearly.

"nothing……"

"Daddy!" Across the corridor, a little mixed-race boy was reaching for the hearing aid on the ear of old Mike who was dozing in front of his office door. Seeing him, he jumped happily and hugged his leg.

"Ooooh, my little Tommen."

Tomman is the youngest son of himself and Amber Heard. Song Ya hugged him and kissed him and put him down, "Don't run around, go to mom, go, be good."

"If you really want to announce your candidacy for the Grand Commander, you have to deal with his mother first." Melissa said looking at the back of Tommen who happily ran into the corridor.

Among all her forests, Melissa dislikes Amber Heard the least. She thinks she is too troublesome and troublesome. Song Ya knows it well, "Don't worry, I can control Amber Heard, she won't mess around Speaker."

However, the role played by Amber Heard in recent years is somewhat similar to that of Xuelin Fen in the past. Relying on the personality of the external two-way plug, she can often quietly help herself to invite young and beautiful girls. She is not jealous, has fun, and coaxes herself It's very comfortable, and I feel a little inseparable from it.

And as she gets older mentally and physically, Song Ya is more and more fond of Joffrey, the handsome, motivated, and sweet-mouthed son born with Aimee Bo.

While speaking, he bent down and put the hearing aid removed by Tommen back on the old Mike's ear, "Mike! Mike!"

He yelled at Old Mike into his hearing aid that he had begun to show symptoms of Alzheimer’s. The nearly ninety-year-old Mike’s eyelids trembled, and he opened them with difficulty, gave him a blank look, but closed them again soon.

"Oh! Forget it, you can go to sleep."

Song Ya will give him the end of his life anyway, so he gave up after trying to communicate with no results, "Hey, this old man..." Melissa laughed while complaining, and opened the multi-protected office with a key, fingerprint and password, and left first go in.

"And your other children, illegitimate children, lovers..."

Melissa reminded worriedly: "If you have already decided... This is a general election, and our opponents will shamelessly take advantage of your every weakness."

"Don't worry, I've been appeased a long time ago, it's all right, is there anyone who doesn't know what kind of person I am?"

Song Ya sat down behind the boss's desk and answered.

"Then you should get married early and pick a wife that the voters like,

Alicia Keys is good for strengthening African-American votes, Rashida Jones is also good, and remarrying Mariah Carey is also good, she can make the American people happy, or Shakira? Being able to please Latinos... Except for James Buchanan, none of the US generals was a bachelor, and that was already a thing in the eighteenth century. "

"Stop nagging Melissa, voters don't care about these things anymore, Generation Z has grown up."

Song Ya waved her hand indifferently, "Maybe it's better for me to expose that having a boyfriend is better than marrying a woman. I know that again. I have been preparing for this day for a long time. I have been trying to figure out the public psychology for at least ten years. .”

"Oh! Well, well..."

Melissa had to agree, "You're the boss. Um, can I ask a question?"

"Just ask."

"Is your candidacy related to the failed acquisition of CME Group last year?"

"It doesn't matter."

Song Ya frowned and reached out to interrupt, "Is my speech for the election ready?"

In fact, it is related. The acquisition of Sears made himself miserable. Song Yaben thought that this kind of benevolent behavior was enough to control the Chicago consortium, but he did not expect that the gang of old money would still refuse to sell the last Chicago Mercantile Exchange under the temptation of a high premium. The group sells to itself, and there is the Chicago Board of Trade under that group.

There is also the Jewish consortium. After David Geffen sold the Jack Warner estate in Beverly Hills to himself and completely retired, Song Ya and the Jewish consortium have never had enough middlemen. Comcast, News Corp., Victoria In the business competition between Yacom, Guaigou, Facebook, etc. and their own companies, they always seem to have endless money and always act in unison. The situation of Littman Media and OpenDiary is getting more and more difficult...

It's still the ceiling, and everything in the end is due to the invisible ceiling of my bloodline like tarsus maggots. Running for the Grand Commander is not only my ideal, but also to completely break and smash it!

Of course, there is also the factor of the sense of mission as a time traveler.

"It's done..." Melissa took out the speech and handed it over.

"Well, let me go through it first." Song Ya glanced roughly after getting it in his hand, "Should need major changes."

"no problem."

Melissa saw him start to concentrate on reading the speech, "Then I'll go back first."

"Remember to let Daniel, Axelrod and the others set aside time. After I announce my candidacy, come to me to help, and then tell Ms. Sloan that she must be the campaign manager."

"Okay. Uh, about your running mate . . . do you have a favourite?"

Melissa walked to the door and looked back, raised her fist with a smile and encouraged, "AOC! AOC!"

"I don't want a woman who can do an internship in the U.S. Senator's office but go to New York to act as a bartender, sell grassroots people, but get 30 million campaign funds in the iron ticket district just to ensure the re-election of a mere U.S. House of Representatives."

Song Ya didn't even want to reject the candidate recommended by Melissa, "It's too early to consider a running partner. Anyway, there is a high probability that it will be used to make deals in the primary election. If I can control it, I will probably choose Ronan Farrow. Since the revelation After Weinstein, Ronan Farrow has always had the reputation of being upright and defying power. He is your Jewish son, the son of Woody Allen, and he is suspected of being the illegitimate child of her mother and Sinatra... United States The interior is so divided now, the public will like two outstanding middle-aged male elites at the helm, just like the combination of Arkansas and Gore back then, history is a reincarnation..."

"OK, OK...you really have considered everything."

Melissa went out and closed the door.

When she was alone in the office, Song Ya crumpled up the speech prepared by Melissa and threw it into the trash can, then got up and went to the door to check whether the door was closed.

"Ugh!"

Then he strolled around his office and saw his young face and eight-pack abs on the wall in the early promotional posters. Lemmy's, Oscar's, Emmy's, Tony's...

Through investment and acting as the producer of the musical Hamilton, he finally got together the four major EGOT Grand Slams.

The JD degree certificate of Dasong Law School, the honorary doctorate certificate and the honorary doctorate degree of other universities...

Group photos with top political and business dignitaries from various countries, photos with Mandela, and photos with ex-wife, Walter, David Cole, Roberto Clivell at dinner...

He tidied up his mood, straightened the slightly crooked antler pendant that had been placed in his first recording studio, and then pressed the switch to open the secret compartment. He then entered the password and pressed his fingerprint to open the safe inside.

On the safe were some family portraits of him, the forest, and the children in the forest. He picked it up and flipped through it for a while. Finally, he took out a few pieces of paper. This was the speech he had really prepared for announcing his participation in the general election.

Another ten years have passed, and he is indeed ready for everything.

"I am standing here today because I think I have a responsibility. America has reached the most dangerous and critical crossroads. I am not alarmist. I must stand up and do what I should do as an American. , the responsibility of the richest American..."

He stood in front of the mirror and began to practice, "In today's speech, I will talk about a lot of complicated and professional words and sentences. I don't want to show off, and it's not that I don't know how to speak. It is arrogance to speak in simple words that are intentionally used, provocative and understandable, because that in itself implies that the speaker defaults to the audience, and that is the limit of the comprehension of all Americans. I disdain that… ..."

"Today, I want to make my words clear. I want to make my campaign platform clear and communicate with you very frankly. I..."

After reading this, he felt that his passion was not enough, so he went to the stereo and picked up Dou Wei's "And You" to open, then went to the wine cabinet, and poured himself a glass of Chivas Regal's new sauce-flavored whiskey.

in the season of falling leaves

feel the chill

and you

you

lonely days

against myself

and you

you

"Um……"

Tilting his neck to drink it up, he licked his lips, sighed contentedly and hiccupped, refilled another glass, held it in his hand and returned to the mirror, "I, this stage name is APLUS, and my real name is Alexander Song. , born with nothing, when I set foot on the land of Manhattan, New York for the first time at the age of fifteen, I was still wearing second-hand clothes, it was the United States that made me, and here, I launched my American dream..."

"It was also America that almost destroyed me. I still have six scars left on my body after being shot. I was shot five times...uh, blah blah blah..."

This paragraph was too familiar, so he automatically skipped it, and spent most of his energy on adjusting his gestures, "Be firm and contagious." He stretched out his right index finger and waved it, constantly reminding himself.

"America needs change, reform, real change and reform, and we must establish a new, people-to-people, greatest common denominator between New York, Illinois, California, and Texas, and we We must establish a new and largest common denominator between whites and Africans, Latinos, Asians and other ethnic groups. We must establish a new and largest common denominator between the United States and the other side of the ocean, otherwise we ourselves will To destroy ourselves, and to destroy the peace and well-being of the world..."

Afraid if this new love will be destroyed

worry about the future

more worried about my existence

cold rainy night

like someone is crying

and you

you

broad mind

is the memory of the past

and you

you

He gradually entered the show, and became more and more fluent, but after the strong wine entered his throat, his throat became dry, and his chest felt a little on fire. He didn't drink enough, and he just took a sip when he felt slightly drunk, "We The problem of the gap between the rich and the poor must be solved immediately, immediately! I don’t want to talk too much nonsense, except for the tax on the rich, I hereby promise that after I am elected, I will go one step further, a big step, and make charities, trusts and other organizations completely tax-free and tax-avoiding Decoupling, this is a caring country, the middle class and even the poor are very willing to help others, but the rich, I'm the richest I know all too well, this group has better and more adequate financial means to use these charities and trusts to Avoid a lot of taxes for yourself. If you really want to help others, that’s fine. Whether you pay money or something else, you can just help. It doesn’t need to be tied to tax payment behavior. This is two different things! Let’s join hands Bring it all back to the way it should be!"

"thanks, thanks……"

There should be applause here, Song Ya waved slightly to the mirror, smiling and waiting for the 'applause' to end.

"We must solve the problem of monopoly media immediately! After I am elected, we will immediately start to break up the monopoly media group, bringing Viacom BC, News Corporation FOX, Disney ABdT Time Warner back to the more than 70 medium-sized media in the Reagan era The pattern of free competition, let the principle of fair balance return to the journalism industry, let the mixed industry ban come back, let the media no longer make the so-called "loudest voice" following the baton of a few tycoons, but let them make a sound that is truly motivated by media people and general public. The courage, integrity, social responsibility, moral responsibility, voice of justice of the masses themselves!"

"We must solve the problem of Internet monopoly immediately! We will break up Guaigou, Facebook, Apple and Amazon, limit their abuse of power and tacit actions on social media, and re-establish rules for the calculation of so-called rankings based on popularity, and legislate Incorporate deliberate manipulation into crimes such as news falsification and public trust fraud..."

"We must immediately solve the problems in the financial industry and reform the Federal Reserve Bank. I have already called for it during the Internet bubble in 2001. In 1999, the Federal Reserve Bank and the Treasury Department jointly pushed the US Congress to permanently abolish the US Commodity Futures Trading Commission's regulation on financial derivatives. This has indeed become the root cause of the 2008 financial crisis, and the world has not yet come out of that crisis. After I am elected, I will immediately change this situation! Similarly, the ban on investment banks and banks will return ..."

"We will spend more energy on the cause of equal rights. After I am elected, two percent of GDP will be used for African Americans and other ethnic minorities, two percent for sexual minorities, and two percent for sexual minorities. For women, empowering them to live a fair life..."

"We can no longer borrow money for consumption. Mi yuan will be worthless if it continues to be used like waste paper! After being elected, I will significantly reduce military expenditures, abolish more than 70% of overseas bases and garrisons, and let the rice Yuan returned to before the collapse of the Bretton Woods system, and let Mi Yuan become the real Mi Jin again..."

The more he talked, the more excited he became, he was choked by himself, he felt more and more uncomfortable in his chest, and his face was blushing, he stopped drinking, he finished the remaining wine, and put the glass back on the table, "Of course, I It is not to re-bind the rice yuan to gold, but to bind it to a package of equivalents. In the future, the one meter in my hand..."

He went to open the drawer to search, found a one-meter dollar bill and returned to the mirror, holding a display in his hand, "A one-meter dollar will contain trace amounts of gold, silver, copper and other precious metals, and trace amounts of standard iron ore, copper, etc. Base metals such as ores and rare earth ores, trace amounts of metal products such as steel and aluminum of various specifications, trace amounts of energy sources such as oil and natural gas of various specifications, trace amounts of agricultural products such as cotton, wheat, rice, soybeans, and corn, trace amounts of cotton yarn, Cloth, gasoline and other basic consumer goods, even a small amount of various basic small commodities, as well as a small amount of electricity, carbon tax, chip tax, clean water tax, etc. Cough cough cough M-FXXK What's wrong with me?"

waiting for the beautiful spring

endure the harsh winter

waiting to experience the valley

experience this taste

give me some time

to compose love poems

give me some comfort

i will be intoxicated

ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

His mother is coughing up blood, "WTF?" Song Ya saw the blood in her palm clearly, she was a little confused, she opened her mouth and checked in the mirror, "It's not broken?"

'Ring ring ring...'

At this time, a call came, and he picked up the receiver suspiciously, and answered the phone first.

"I'm going to kill you APLUS!"

Ex-wife screams on the phone, "I'm going to kill you!"

"Why are you so crazy for no reason!?" Song Ya yelled.

"You fucking ask me!?"

"Can't you talk about things? Mimi, it's always like this!"

"Small movie website! Go watch it yourself! You have caused me so much misery, and the whole world will be ashamed at such an old age..."

"What little movie..."

Song Ya wondered and clicked on the website said by her ex-wife. The home page was a bunch of videos with APLUS keywords, and she casually clicked on an APLUS plus Mariah Carey, unexpectedly...

"Ho!"

It was actually taken by the two before...

Song Ya's pupils shrank suddenly, "This is impossible!"

"Why did it leak out!?" the ex-wife asked.

"This is impossible!"

Song Ya clicked on herself and Rashida, and immediately turned it off, as well as Xue Linfen, Mira, Amy, Shakira, Charis and even Jodie Foster...

"I'm asking you something!"

"Uh, uh..." Song Ya recalled, as if all these things were recorded with an old-fashioned DV a long time ago, "There is only one possibility. I took these videos for 2K high-definition reproduction many years ago...but I Take all protective measures!"

"Wan Quan!? Go to hell!" The ex-wife scolded, "It hurts others, and the children must have seen it too..."

"I... I am also for..."

This must be aimed at his own general election. It has been an old routine for many years. Song Ya was so angry that his chest was blocked, "Leave good memories, that kind of video cassette will take a long time, and the picture quality is not good. Look, how good your figure was before..."

Indeed, the comments below are all 'So Mariah Carey used to be so tall? ’ ‘Mariah Carey was so beautiful back then’, ‘APLUS was so macho’, ‘I’m so envious of APLUS’, ‘Rich people still have fun...’ and so on.

"OMG!" ex-wife wailed.

"This is a conspiracy, it must be a conspiracy..."

Song Ya felt that she was starting to lack oxygen, her mind was in a mess, and she clicked on Rashida's, and the first message below was 'Ugh, Rashida actually drank APLUS...'

"puff!"

With a sweetness in the throat, a blood arrow sprayed directly from the mouth to the screen, "No, this wine..."

"What wine!?"

"Call the ambulance to Mimi, I'm at the Jack Warner estate!"

inner impulse

Weaving my sweet dreams

Goodness flashes in my dreams let me have it

ah ah ah ~

ah ah ah...

They are so ruthless! Song Ya finally came to his senses, put down the microphone, turned around and rushed to the door, "Mike!"

Before he could put his hand on the doorknob, he had lost all strength, staggered and fell to the ground, with severe pain everywhere in his body.

"Mike! Mike!"

His heart was beating wildly, he struggled in pain, let himself face up, hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes, the ceiling was hazy, like the ever-changing clouds...

"Help! Dead old man..."

The old Mike outside the door hangs his head down and puts his hands down softly, as if he can no longer hear the shouts inside...

"Hey, help..."

waiting for the beautiful spring

endure the harsh winter

experience while waiting

experience this taste

'Dididi... Ringling...'

"a ha ha ha!"

All the phones were ringing, and the video on the computer automatically played to the next one. Jodie Foster laughed and looked at the man in front of him who was only wearing panties, twisting and dancing, and walking towards her.

She reached out and poked the man's iron-hard abs, then took out a small green bill as a reward.

"Ah ha ha!"

Harry and Natasha Kinski laughed so hard that their bodies were trembling, and Mira in the distance slumped on the sofa covering her face.

'Wow, is that Natasha Kinski? '

'Who is it? '

‘Xue Linfen, right? I seem to hear her voice...'

‘APLUS also has such gay moments. '

'He's in such a good shape and so rich...'

'Wow! Jodie Foster is starting to give him... off! '

'It's so cool, APLUS, this life is worth it...'

‘Thank you APLUS for the benefits hahaha! '

'The actresses of the 90s are so beautiful...'

The comments below the video are one after another, frantically swiping.

give me some time

to compose love poems

give me some comfort

i will be intoxicated

'The Gangster Disciples! For Lowry! "

'Da da da! '

In a trance, Song Ya seemed to have returned to the nightclub in Harlem. With a loud shout, Little Binny began to pour firepower on the stage. That young, crazy and bloodthirsty face was extremely vivid...

'GD! GD! GD! '

ah ah ah ~

ah ah ah...

Under the frenzied stabbing of a prisoner, little Lowry clutched his chest. His eyes were painful and desperate, and he fell backwards. The blood under his body quickly spread.

With a rope made of twisted clothes wrapped around his neck, Delay leaned sideways beside the cold, large washing machine.

'Bang bang bang! '

A black police officer emptied the magazine at Irv Gotti, who had his hands out of the car. The bullet passed through the middle of Gotti's palm, and he died on the spot, with his hands hanging limp.

'Tell APLUS, I am waiting for him in hell. '

After Motula finished speaking to Old Mike, his hands hung down feebly, dangling outside the armrest of the seat.

inner impulse

Weaving my sweet dreams

beautiful flashes in dreams

let me have it

Ah~

what……

The scenes flashed back quickly. On the cold floor, Song Ya shook his head with the last strength, as if he was resisting something.

‘FXXK YOU! '

Before Mira walked into the dressing room, she turned her head and cursed at herself. Those emerald eyes and frown were so cute, but it was a pity that she slammed the door behind her.

'Hi...'

Xue Linfen was holding the wine glass, her celebrity face came out from the shadow of the hotel corridor, her other hand was lightly protecting the neckline of her nightgown, leaning slightly against the wall, she greeted her softly.

"To get this role, how many people do I need to sleep with?"

Harley, who seemed to have smoked something, walked into the audition room and asked very bold questions sickly.

"Mmmmm..."

Mariah Carey is biting a folding fan, hanging on her body like an octopus. It is in a box of sundries in the opera house. In the dark, her eyes are blurred and affectionate, and the tenor singing on the other side of the stage is lingering. Yang Yang.

"Puff..."

Amy's head bumped against Shakira's, they both laughed at the same time, and looked up at her at the same time...

All right, let's go here.

The pupils gradually dilated, and the spirit in his eyes completely lost.