Chapter 244

The words are not speculative, and Johnson is not someone who will be changed by a compliment. He directly stated, "I think you are a person who can think and communicate with mainstream values, so I approached you instead of directly trying to influence AI. A street singer like Scooper."

Song Ya was very annoyed by this guy's superiority, "I repeat, I can't influence Eskub, your offer is completely insincere, maybe you didn't intend to make a deal when you called me to Washington, but to help Quincy Jones humiliated me."

"I don't have to do anything for Quincy Jones, he's going to do things for me."

Johnson said: "I am for the people of Los Angeles, and you also have a responsibility to stop those West Coast rappers who fanned the black community in the Rodney King case."

"Then tell me how to stop it?" Song Ya thought to herself that you finally spoke something understandable.

"Eskuber will go to Chicago to participate in the second music festival in late April. At that time, you will find a way to keep him in Chicago until the Rodney King case is pronounced at the end of the month." Johnson finally offered the conditions.

"Feel sorry."

Song Ya stood up, "You want me, a hip-hop singer without a gang background, to illegally imprison a West Coast gangster rapper with a lame gang background, it's unrealistic, and it's killing me."

He understood that Johnson, the boss of a listed company, wanted to eliminate the hidden dangers ahead of the general election of the Elephant Party this year. The box office explosion of the boy on the block made Eskuber completely shake off the "fake street" hat, and the enemy N.W.A was once again " One song broke up', and not only on the west coast, because the record production team is a New Yorker, he also mixed well on the east coast. In the Rodney King case this time, he was actively jumping up and down again, and his appeal among the low-level black community in Los Angeles is indeed great.

Don't mention whether it can be done or not, even if it is done, I will directly offend Escouber, a super expert in the street scolding world, and the gang members who support him, and there will be countless troubles in the future.

However, BET’s coverage is limited to some black communities, and its influence on the record industry is subtle, because singers and record companies are its content providers, and because it is the only black station, there are many special offers, Johnson It is not yet strong enough to rely on the audience groups to determine record companies and singers like the three major wireless stations or cable channels such as MTV.

After thinking about it for a while, Song Ya decided that she would rather offend Johnson than touch Eskuber. If she doesn't win the Grammy Award, she won't win it. It's a big deal.

"I didn't let you be illegally imprisoned, I just tried to find a way to keep him in Chicago for a few days."

Johnson sneered: "And you don't think I really believe that you don't have a gang background, do you? I run a TV station, and it's a black TV station."

"Whatever you want."

"Eskub is not in Los Angeles, and the intensity of the riots may be much lower by then. His single last year was simply a prophecy of a violent action. He also called Silla people GOOK."

Song Ya is clear about this, but Escube was going to call Xin Luo a native of Xiaohua, and he changed his words after talking with himself, "He will not be in Los Angeles as an agitator, he will be in bad luck, and then Wish I could die."

"Persuade him well."

"You guys don't have the means to take on a gangsta rapper?"

"That will only make my fellow citizens more dissatisfied with the current Grand Commander."

"So you're going to make me risk my life for a Grammy? Don't you think you're being hypocritical, Johnson."

"And BET and my friendship."

"I don't believe that there is such a thing as friendship in the eyes of people like you. Then you will have an extra handle on me."

"What about the hostility of people like us?"

"Go eat your own X." Song Ya didn't plan to chat any more, gave him a middle finger, and strode away.

"APLUS! Escube is a smart man, maybe he will thank you later!"

Song Ya ignored him, walked out of the golf club, and asked for a mobile phone from Tarajina.

"Samuel, uh, which donkey senator did you say was fighting John Malone for years? Al Gore? Okay, I get it."

"Wait, don't hang up, what do you know?" Samuel asked.

"I've lost my talk with Johnson." Song Ya said, "He thinks he's a high-level NGer, so I'll try to see if he's afraid of his white boss."

Samuel persuaded: "Don't be impulsive, Al Gore is very powerful, but it's an election year, he can't deal with media tycoon John Malone because of a singer."

"I didn't plan to do anything, I was just going to take a photo to scare Johnson." Song Ya didn't even know who Gore was before, how could he think of any careful plan in such a short time, "While I'm here Washington."

"Okay, but you have to think carefully about politics. Gore's political orientation is very different from other donkey party members. He is one of the ten donkey party congressmen who supported the start of the Gulf War." Samuel hung up the phone .

"Hey, how are you recently? Representative Underwood." After discussing with Eli, Yeremov and others on the phone, Song Ya called Underwood again.

"Gore? You wait."

The sound of closing the door came from Underwood first, "Why did you ask him? APLUS."

Song Ya told the other party frankly about her plan to rub photos.

"Is that so?"

The Underwood couple received a lot of donations from themselves every year, and he was very talkative, "I'll let Doug find you, it's not convenient to talk on the phone."

"OK."

Song Ya hung up the phone and asked the old Mike to drive the car next to the exit of a subway station, and received Doug who was staring at the newsstand in a daze.

"We are talking about a federal senator with no term limit. As long as he can stay elected, he can always stay in the center of power in America. In 1988, he ran for president. third."

Doug sat next to Song Ya like a robot, always looking out the window, "He opposes federal funding for abortion, opposes interstate gun trading, opposes homosexuality, supports the Gulf War, supports the computer industry, especially the high-speed communication industry, and supports environmental protection. A staunch ally of the computer industry in the Senate, he is a member of the Federal Parliament's Energy and Commerce Committee, a member of the Science and Technology Committee, a member of the Homeland Security and Governmental Affairs Committee, a member of the Planning and Administration Committee, a member of the Armed Forces Committee, and chairs the Science Committee Oversight and Investigations group……"

"Uh...Doug, I just want to take a photo with him, preferably on the news or something." Song Ya was confused.

Doug turned his head and glanced at him, "So you agree with his politics?"

"I just want to take a photo. Didn't Congressman Underwood explain it to you?"

Slowly raising his wrist in slow motion, Doug glanced down at his watch, and then reported the name of the place, "He is participating in a charity event there, there should be a reporter present, and Congressman Underwood got you an admission invitation."

Song Ya successfully met Gore surrounded by the crowd, but waited for a long time in the company of Doug.

The young and promising white senator was a little surprised to have a "chance encounter" with a singer. After discussing with the staff around him, he still agreed to have a chat first, but he was not allowed to take a group photo.

"I admire you Congressman Gore very much." Song Ya shook hands with each other enthusiastically, "I appreciate your support for the computer industry very much."

Gore turned sideways, looked at the staff around him with a smile, "Do you also understand the technology industry?"

"Yes." Song Ya took the opportunity to sell herself desperately, "I made a good income last year, and probably spent several million on technology stocks, such as IBM, Texas Instruments, NSC, Intel, Compaq, Microsoft, Cisco..."

Gore and the people beside him laughed out loud, "Okay, okay, I see, it's nice to meet you APLUS."

"Uh, can I take a photo together? It's a great honor to meet you." Song Ya's thick skin was thicker than the city wall, "Will you continue to participate in the general election this year? Please allow me to do my part..."

"Uh, sorry, it's not convenient to disclose this." Gore said.

"Is it convenient to take a photo?"

"……All right."

"Doug, help me." Song Ya waved to Doug, who took the camera in Song Ya's car and took two pictures.

Song Ya got her wish, "Taraji, wash it out as soon as possible, and then..."

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Take it and submit it to Johnson's BET."

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