Chapter 328

Although it has been used by him to a certain extent, and although he is relentless in taking money from himself, Vic McGee still maintains his usual bad attitude, "I know it's not you, because you don't have the guts." He patted his arms cash, teasing in a low voice.

"You still know me."

Song Ya shrugged her shoulders, if she had no guts, she would have no guts, so she wouldn't be angry because of this.

"Stay away from my daughter!"

He didn't expect Song Ya to admit it shamelessly, so he had to restrain his smile and give a warning, then swaggered and bumped old Mike away with his shoulder, and left straight away.

No way, today, after twelve o'clock, today is the day, and Song Ya happened to make an appointment with Kasiti to watch a movie at night.

After twelve hours of continuous shooting, the shooting of the low-cost MV for Feel It Still was finally over. "When I get back to Los Angeles, I will cut it out when I have time." Zack Schneider yawned and said goodbye to Song Ya.

"How's your short film going? You feel like you've been busy for months."

Song Ya can't leave for the time being. As a producer, he has to keep an eye on the crew to pack up the equipment, black and white TV and other props.

"It's not that easy to make a film."

Zack Schneider began to complain that he had saved some money from the MV in the past two years, but when it was his turn to write, produce, and director, he was in chaos. First, the more the script was written, the more ambitious he became, and then he realized that the budget might be overrun, so he had to go back. Then, when selecting actors, one of them lost control, and two Hollywood third-tier actors were selected. The shooting was unexpectedly overdue, and the two actors left the crew because of their schedules, and then it was a tragedy.

"Then why are you so busy now?" Song Ya asked.

"I took three MVs, including four of yours." He didn't have to worry about not having a job, and because of Song Ya's relationship with those few MVs, he had a pretty good reputation in the circle, especially those with low-cost MVs and commercials. Job opportunities abound.

"Okay, then I wish you success, and let me know when the video comes out."

Song Ya sent him away. In the afternoon, after sleeping until he woke up naturally, he gently pulled out his arms from under the heads of the two blond girls on the left and right. After washing, he disguised himself with the help of Old Mike, and then The two drove to a parking lot in the city, taking advantage of the time gap before the paparazzi caught up,

Cassidy got into the car that had been waiting there.

Kasiti left the driver's seat to the old Mike, and quickly ran into the back row to hug Song Ya.

"What movie did you pick today?" Song Ya asked after the two kissed passionately.

"Sneakers (Sneakers), I'm a bit heavy on my studies recently, so I didn't pay much attention to movie news, so I just bought a new movie that hit the No. 1 box office," she explained.

"Are you still serious about your studies?" Song Ya knew that her grades were among the top of the grade.

"I also want to go to the University of Chicago." She said shyly.

A little clingy, good girl, hehe, "Then I'll help you find an introducer then?" Song Ya asked.

"Okay, okay." She was overjoyed. It's still a bit difficult for a middle-class family to get a strong letter of introduction, especially for a rough man like his father.

The three of them entered the cinema, and there were a lot of people watching the movie. Cassetti only bought a corner seat in the back row, and Old Mike sat next to them to separate the people and protect him personally.

Before the movie started, the two kissed again. This time, the location was very good. Although it was not convenient to watch the movie, the corner was the least noticeable.

When the title of the movie appeared on the screen, "Sneaky, ha." Song Ya pulled out his mischievous hand.

"Perhaps it doesn't mean that," she said breathlessly.

The word Sneakers originally meant rubber-soled shoes, and was later extended to sports shoes in the United States. It also had another meaning, which was used by prison inmates to refer to those annoying prison guards (the prison guards all wore rubber-soled shoes at that time), which roughly meant sneaking. Or the guy who sneaks around and keeps snooping around (the cell).

The two of them didn't do their homework, and they didn't know what the movie was about. The plot was a bit slow at the beginning, and Song Ya was not thinking about it, and his actions became more and more presumptuous.

It's a pity that the good girl is too timid. After about 20 minutes, the two began to pay attention to the plot again, and it happened that the movie started to be exciting at this time.

"Huh?" Song Ya read it intently for a while, and found that this is a story about hackers. The protagonist's stalker team fights wits and courage with criminals, and the battlefield is the computer network world.

The concept of hacking has been around for a long time. Since the 1970s, phone calls have been stolen in a special way. Almost everyone still remembers this shocking case.

This movie is the first time that people of this era seem to be fighting at a high-tech level in front of the audience. Song Ya feels that it is still a routine of Hollywood standard crime movies, and the hacking skills are also a bit mysterious, but other audiences still see it Very focused, and in the end, of course, it was the standard ending of the American hero saving the world, and everyone was very satisfied.

After watching, the two went to a nearby restaurant for a romantic candlelight dinner.

"Uh-huh."

The sweet date night made Kasiti very happy. She kept excitedly chatting about movie plots and interesting things in school. Song Ya put her hand on her chin and dealt with it casually.

"What's the matter with you? Something on your mind?" Kasiti naturally felt it, and she asked.

"I was thinking about that movie just now..."

Song Ya didn't know how to describe it, "There's always something in my mind, but I just can't remember it." He felt that this was similar to the thoughts and unknown words that suddenly appeared in his mind in the past, and they were all caused by fuzzy memories about the future , "Can I make a call?"

"Please go ahead, dear." Cassetti obediently bowed her head as she dealt with the food.

Song Ya took out her mobile phone and didn't know who to call for a while, so she hesitated for a long time and dialed Dilai's number, "Dilai, what is Andrew's phone number? Is he by your side? Okay, let him answer the phone."

"Andrew, what do you know about computer networks?" he asked.

"Don't you understand? I heard that you bought a lot of Cisco stock. It is a network equipment manufacturer." A+ Records' technical guy replied.

"Uh, ahem, I want to learn more about it, do you know where I can popularize these things for me?" Song Ya asked.

"NCSA is in Illinois, we often visit, next time we go together?" Andrew replied.

"What is NCSA?"

"National Center for Supercomputer Applications, in UIUC (University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign)."

"Okay, I see, I'll find you when I'm free."

"No problem, you are the boss."

Song Ya hung up the phone.

"Fixed?" Cassity asked.

"Small problem." Song Ya remembered the real purpose of dating the girl in front of him, "By the way, is Vic still happy when he returns to his original position?" He asked around the bend while cutting the steak.

"My dad is very busy recently, you know, those things in Nancheng."

Kasiti said distressedly: "My family and I are afraid that he will be in danger."

"Fighting crime, your father is a hero." Song Ya knew what she liked to hear.

"Thank you, he is an upright person." Kasiti was of course very happy, "No way, the profession of a police officer... My family and I are used to it. I heard that he will be busier next month, and he may even be unable to do so for a while. Go home, and you can't contact your family."

"Oh?" Song Ya's hand slowed down for a second, "Why?"

"I don't know, he just said it was a big case."

"That's it..."

After the date, the two returned to the parking lot and slipped into Song Ya's Mercedes-Benz bulletproof car, while Old Mike stayed in Kasiti's car and read the newspaper.

One weekend, Song Ya was preparing to shoot the MV of Show me the money, and finally received an invitation from Claire for a charity dinner.

"Have we misunderstood? APLUS."

This time, Claire became very indifferent, with a taller and more stern posture, and also slightly sullen.

"How to say?" Song Ya pretended to be ignorant.

"I think we can be open and honest between us, can't we?" She turned and led the way, "There's no need to be so sneaky."

"I don't quite understand..." Song Ya stepped forward to keep up.

She stopped talking, and opened the door of a small meeting room, "Don't let the matter between you affect my career." She stood at the door and said to the inside, but she didn't mean to go in.

Song Ya bowed to her and walked into the small living room, "Mr. Underwood." He saw Underwood alone.

Claire closed the door from the outside.

"Don't care about her attitude, APLUS, come here."

Underwood was still so enthusiastic and determined, he waved to Song Ya, "How is that going?"

"I'm still evaluating for the time being." Song Ya went to shake hands with him, "This meeting was an accident, right? Congressman Underwood, Doug told me not to contact you during this time."

"Very clever words, APLUS."

Underwood withdrew his hand and narrowed his eyes, "Well, I took the initiative to come to you because I heard from Claire that you stopped cooperating with her charity organization. She is a very independent woman, and what you did made her feel very uncomfortable. Happy."

"No? It may be a problem with the accounting procedures. She and I have a very pleasant cooperation."

Of course Song Ya wouldn't admit it, being independent! It's not because of you why I donate so much money to her. Is it really all spent on charity?

"Haha, let's not talk about this." Underwood patted him on the shoulder, "With all due respect to APLUS, the method of your previous overseas investment consulting company is completely unworkable."

"If there is no operability, then I can't take other risks."

Since the other party was so direct, Song Ya didn't hide it anymore, "Tens of millions of dollars have been thrown into the invisible road ahead, and I am going to thunder for the creditor consortium. I might as well quit here and use the money to do something else." to invest in some other people."

"ha!"

He gave a short laugh, very contemptuously, "Are you serious? You want to reconsider our cooperation?"

"Capital always seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages. Of course, I personally have unlimited trust in you, Senator Underwood. I admired you very much when I was still living in the slums of Nancheng." Song Ya replied: "You don't have to worry about me at all. Loyalty, but Doug said I would lose the top connections if I quit, and that's what he said."

"Then don't worry about it."

Underwood waved his hand, as if to drive away all the unhappiness, "Put the money in, you can still give me complete trust, and I will even come forward to give you a guarantee when the time is right, uh..." He paused, "I can't guarantee the risk on the Xiang Party's side, but you can rest assured on my side. That's all I'm talking about."

Song Ya sighed, thinking quickly.

"It's not about you and me, kid, it's not anymore." He added.

"Okay, but I still want to hear a good offer first."

"Damn, I really don't want to talk to a young seventeen year old in an adult voice, but listen to me now the fuck!"

Underwood broke out suddenly, like an enraged lion, he took two steps forward and looked fiercely at Song Ya, "Before next month, put your damn money in it! Do you hear me? Or you're finished , who do you think I am!? Do you understand the meaning of the majority party whip of the world's most powerful country? BOY!"

Song Ya felt that asking for a quotation before was a bit too much, and he didn't grasp the scale well, but now is not the time to regret swallowing the words back, "Mr. Underwood, I was born in a poor area..."

He raised his head slightly, "Those black players and singers from the same background as me often spend all their money and go bankrupt as soon as they retire or are not popular, and this group almost never accepts the lessons of their predecessors, so you can't blame them. One day I will follow in their footsteps. Impulse can't control the lower body, impulse to shoot, impulse to buy junk bonds, use all kinds of postures to finish. So, it's finished or ruined or something. It may also be a kind of fate, since it is destined to end, then what is there to be afraid of losing?"

Underwood laughed angrily, "The basis of our cooperation is not your awareness."

"I will be a good collaborator, Senator Underwood, you can test me as much as you want, in an adult way, no problem."

Song Ya spread his hands, "I donated a million dollars to Senator Gore, got a handshake and sat back in the front row of the dinner, and then continued to be kept in the dark. I have no complaints. I have money!"

This time it was Underwood's turn to be speechless, he exhaled, "Okay, okay, let me get to the bottom of it..."