Chapter 316 I Will Sit in the First Row at the Dinner Party

"Hmph, started hooking up with someone like Daddy Kane? You're not good, Mimi."

After hanging up the phone, Song Ya planned to teach her a lesson again after arriving in New York.

The next day, he went to the fundraising dinner early. Gore and the other protagonists hadn't arrived yet. He planned to talk to Underwood about the Bahn Chemicals.

"I heard Claire talk about your plan. In principle, there will be no problems with the donkey party. After the old Barn filed for bankruptcy protection, financial institutions and politicians in Chicago have been under a little pressure. In the background of Sears' huge losses this year Next, they don't want accidents to happen."

Looking for a small corner, Underwood spoke quickly and whispered clearly, "Bahn Chemical's bankruptcy is not a big problem for the entire Chicago economy. As for the donkey party, who else have you looked for besides me? ?”

"No, I came to you first." Song Ya replied.

"That's good." Underwood poked his chest with his index finger, "Don't look for other politicians, don't say a word to the candidate for the deputy commander, I will help you, and don't mention us on any occasion in the future I'll keep Doug in touch with you about this conversation."

He was very serious, "But..."

Song Ya was a little hesitant when he heard this. He took out a million dollars in real money and organized a Chicago fan club to raise more than 50,000 small sums. Do you know why I spent so much money?

"No, but, you only have to concentrate on the Elephant Party. This is a deal that requires the signature of the current commander-in-chief." Underwood put on a serious face and warned solemnly.

"Ok, I see."

Bahn Chemical's plate is not big, but it is politically powerful. Song Ya still remembers Samuel's warning. Once this kind of thing is not handled well, it will be common for people to die. He doesn't want to be that unlucky ghost.

His seat was arranged in the first row of the dinner as he wished, but it was at the very edge of the first row, behind the round dining table.

"Hello."

The guests at this table are all white, half of them are white old men, and the other half are their well-dressed wives, or their sons who are equally well-dressed.

Song Ya knew that those who sat in the first row of the dinner party were not necessarily particularly prominent billionaires. Those people usually had agents in political affairs. A showy billionaire would come to such events in person.

"Big star, I heard that the sales of your first album exceeded 100 million?"

"Almost." With a price of $14.99, sales of more than 6 million copies can exceed 100 million. This number has been reached, and there is nothing embarrassing to admit.

"Wow, it's really easy for a singer to make money..."

A young man took the initiative to chat with Song Ya, but he attracted a displeased glance from his father, so he had to smile apologetically and shut his mouth.

Song Ya found that the photographers and reporters gathered on the other side of the dinner party, which happened to be at the farthest distance from his side. He moved the seat according to his experience, then sat up straight, holding a wine glass in one hand Put it on the edge of the round table, so because of my height, I can barely guarantee that my face will be in the mirror.

"APLUS, come." After waiting for about ten minutes, Doug suddenly appeared behind him and pressed him lightly on the shoulder.

"Excuse me." Song Ya smiled and apologized to the guests at the same table, got up and left the main venue of the dinner with Doug, and saw the deputy commander candidate Gore and Underwood in a small office.

"Five minutes." Doug closed the door from the outside.

"Have you seen it?" Underwood greeted enthusiastically, "Hey, APLUS, come here."

"It's an honor to see you again, Mr. Gore." Song Ya smiled and stretched out her hand, "Mr. Underwood."

"Thank you for supporting APLUS,

You have done a lot for me and I know that. "

Gore laughed contagiously, "I heard that you intend to contribute to helping local businesses in Chicago? Well done, the society needs more young people like you."

"Yes."

After shaking hands, Song Ya noticed that Underwood blinked at himself, and understood that this was Gore's statement, "I am learning how to invest. I am interested in both traditional industries and technology industries. I bought a lot of technology stocks. , Microsoft, Cisco..."

"Ha ha……"

Gore and Underwood looked at each other and smiled, "This kid has a good appeal. He can gather 3,000 people at any fan meeting in Chicago." Underwood patted Song Ya on the shoulder, which is not true boast.

"I know, WhereIsTheLove, right?" Gore laughed. "That song helped the Elephants a lot."

"Uh..." Song Ya was embarrassed, and quickly said, "This is not my intention, Mr. Gore."

"Haha, it's just a joke APLUS."

After chatting for a while, Underwood cleared his throat, and Song Ya estimated that it would be almost five minutes, "That won't bother you, Mr. Gore, I wish you a smooth election."

"Thanks."

After shaking hands again, he left and returned to his seat. When the time came, Gore and his wife Tippa appeared at the dinner together.

Song Ya squeezed out a standard smile and applauded with everyone. The guests at the dinner round table with their backs to the rostrum adjusted their sitting postures.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Chicago Mayor Daly finished his opening remarks. "Next, I invite Mr. Al Gore, the candidate for deputy commander."

Al Gore and his wife kissed each other close to each other, then got up and waved to everyone, and walked over to take Daley's place amid even more enthusiastic applause, "Ladies and gentlemen, it's an honor..."

"Three years ago, my youngest son was hit by a car and almost died. During the years of treatment with him, Tipa and I finally realized that the most important thing in life is family. Also, Tippa and I started going to parent events as much as we could, watching his sports days, going to picnics with him..."

"Last year I considered whether to participate in the party's primary election, but that would mean that I would have to get into the heavy campaign affairs again. After a very serious discussion with Tipa, I decided to give up. I think we should first implement the Good job as a parent..."

Gore published a lot of emotion in line with Puritan values, and then began to cut to the chase, "America has now reached a critical point in time, the economy, and I agree with the Governor of Arkansas that the most important task at present is to revive our economy. Economy, I am very honored to be invited as a partner to assist him in the 52nd U.S. election..."

In Chicago, he didn't mention the information industry and environmental protection. Instead, he focused a lot on agriculture and industry. After all, traditional industries are still the mainstay here.

At the end of the dinner, Song Ya began to leave as the guests, and those political reporters would not come to interview a young singer at this time.

"Gore is very handsome." An old white woman said to her husband beside her.

"How does it compare to when I was young?" the old man asked.

"emmm..."

"APLUS?" Song Ya was about to get into the car when she was stopped by a young woman in evening gown and a beautiful silk scarf.

This white girl is about twenty-seven or eight years old, with dark blond hair, she is pretty, but she looks a bit... sharp? With a sharp chin, it looks very shrewd, not the type Song Ya likes.

"Miss Barnes?"

Song Ya recognized that the other party was Zoe Barnes, a columnist for the Chicago Tribune. When Frank Gallagher disappeared, the old Mike chose to provide her with the whereabouts of Frank Gallagher through a safe channel, so that she could get the exclusive news. Zhan became famous, and the subsequent several cooperations gradually helped her get promoted from a small columnist who helped the people find people and things to the Tribune. It was a very pleasant win-win cooperation. "Are you a political reporter now?"

"Not yet." She smiled. "The political column of the Tribune is difficult to get into. I came as a guest, just like you."

"Oh?" Song Ya's eyes on luxury goods became sharper and sharper. He noticed that the outfit the other party was wearing today was very expensive. A newspaper reporter couldn't afford it. She seemed to be a girl from a very background, but this On the one hand, it is inconvenient for him to open his mouth to inquire.

"You support Al Gore?" she asked.

"So are you interviewing now?" Song Ya didn't want to talk about this outside, so she asked with a smile.

"Just chat casually."

"All right……"

Song Ya chatted with her for a while, and it turned out that Zoe Barnes was the pseudonym she used in the newspaper, and her original surname was Mara.

"Keep in touch, our cooperation is very pleasant." Song Ya saw Doug, and he was getting into his Mercedes while no one was paying attention.

"Okay, goodbye." He walked over and got into the car.

"This girl comes from a huge sports and hospitality family that runs ball clubs such as the New York Giants and Pittsburgh Steelers, as well as some high-end hotels." Doug was still the same, sitting upright like a robot, with his eyes on look out the window.

"Wow."

Song Ya knows that these two teams are the old strong teams of American football, the number one sport in the United States. The Giants won the Super Bowl in 1986 and 1990 (the annual championship game of the Major League Football). super bowl.

"From now on, you can't talk about that incident on the phone, and don't disclose that incident to anyone you don't trust, let alone mention the names of relevant politicians in the process of conducting that incident."

Doug goes about his duties.

Song Ya nodded, "I understand, Congressman Underwood can..."

Doug turned to look straight at him.

"Uh, I'm sorry, you reassure him."

Doug pushed the door and got out of the car.

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