Chapter 574 Congress Restaurant

If Elizabeth Taylor doesn’t help, the senator still needs to meet. It’s not difficult for a billionaire to do it, but Song Ya wants to do it a little more concealed. After talking with Scott, the president of A+ Apparel, and Ogilvy’s public relations department, Ms. Lobbyist Sloan , Daniel, Underwood and other relevant parties discussed separately, and he formulated a roundabout strategy.

In mid-August, All-4-one's ISwear finally ended its 11-week streak and dropped from the top of the Billboard charts. All of a sudden, a crowd of heroes came together. Song Ya mobilized Sony Columbia Records, the Chicago Conference, and the Chicago Symphony Orchestra and Chorus and other resources, and spent 500,000 yuan in targeted ranking cash, in one fell swoop for BeWhatYouWannaBe won the extremely competitive next week's B-list championship.

This is his third solo number one single after WhereIsTheLove. Counting the female solo version of Empire State Of Mind and London Bridge, it is also his fifth B-list number one as a songwriter and producer.

"You can be whoever you want to be!"

In the Capitol, Gore, the deputy leader and the President of the Senate, cordially received Song Ya and the Chicago chorus group, and together with them, shouted out the inspirational lyrics in BeWhatYouWannaBe to various long and short cameras.

"Great, great APLUS, you and the kids are great."

After that, Gore shook hands with Song Ya with a happy face, and pressed his shoulder with the other hand, allowing the reporters to take pictures, "This song is selling well, right?" he asked.

His happiness is not all feigned. Well-behaved and cute white children and ethnic minority stars with a good public image are the favorite subjects of politicians to be photographed. Song Ya brought them all this time.

"Yes, Mr. Vice President." Song Ya in a suit replied politely.

"What about the movie?"

"The box office is also good, and it is still in theaters."

"Good job." After shaking hands, Gore took various photos with the children and signed autographs, "show them around here." He greeted several Capitol staff, then left in a hurry without saying anything.

Song Ya and the children, who maintained a slightly reserved image, were taken out of the photo hall and came to the corridor of the Capitol.

"APLUS, go to the restaurant to talk?" Doug appeared in the shadows again, "Leave him to me, I've already made an appointment." He said to the accompanying security guards of the Capitol.

"Wait a minute."

After the security guard confirms through the walkie-talkie, he is allowed to go.

Separated from the children, Song Ya followed Doug to the corner, where Underwood, the federal representative and whip of the donkey party, and a woman in a dark blue professional suit were waiting there, "Hello, Congressman Underwood, This is Ms. Sloan, right?"

Song Ya looked at this well-known female lobbyist by shaking hands. The first impression was that she was thin, and then she was white and blond. She was about 30 years old or not. She was much younger and more beautiful than expected, and she even brought herself a little bit of Julia. Roberts's feeling, especially the mouth, it's a pity that she didn't laugh out loud, otherwise it should not be much smaller than Julia Roberts' big mouth.

"Yes, it's a pleasure to meet Mr. APLUS." Sloan followed him after greeting him in a professional manner, and introduced in a low voice, "You'll meet McCann and Senator John Warren in the Senator's Dining Room later. , you can sit opposite them with Mr. Underwood and chat for a few minutes."

"Can't we chat while eating?" Song Ya asked.

"Uh, this is the Senate Dining Room..."

"All right."

"The steak here is good, more than half cheaper than outside." Underwood said with a smile: "The chef is also better than the restaurant in the House of Representatives. Everything is good. Even going to the Congress Hall for a meeting can take a comfortable light rail, and we only To ride in that goddamn minecart."

"Minecart?"

"A shuttle bus, it sucks," Underwood complained.

"When can you switch to light rail?" Song Ya smiled.

"Ha, it's hard, a hundred seats,

Two in one state, one term for six years, no term limit, everyone can't wait to die. "Underwood complained: "Why else is it called the Senate. "

Walking to the door of a restaurant with little traffic, "Ms. Sloan." He stopped.

"Okay." Sloan tactfully stood a little further away.

"APLUS, wait a minute and skip those pleasantries. Here we speak more straightforwardly than you think, but don't mention your intentions, especially don't mention the word quota. The specific interests are left to the lobbyists." Underwood Help him straighten his tie casually, "Also, don't be afraid of them, I will take care of you."

"I understand, thank you Mr. Underwood, it's all up to you."

Song Ya bypassed him slightly this time. For example, he did not discuss with Gore's deputy commander's office to take a group photo before discussing with him. Underwood didn't seem to be particularly unhappy, after all, he didn't hide from him in general What.

"Um."

He nodded, and walked into the restaurant first. The people eating inside should be one of the hundred elders, "Hey, McKen, John..." He walked to a booth and stopped, and the two sitting side by side He greeted a conservative old white male of the standard Xiang Party. Since they all had military experience, they sat upright, and McCann was a little 'slack', slightly fatter, with a rounder face. In comparison, John Warren's temperament was more outstanding, after all It is the man Elizabeth Taylor is willing to marry, although it is rumored that he married Elizabeth Taylor to increase the topic of his campaign.

"Remy?" Underwood originally wanted to sit down opposite the two senators, but unexpectedly there was already a black man in a suit and tie, who looked in his thirties.

"Hello, Senator Underwood."

The black man named Remy stood up and shook hands with him, looking very respectful, "Then I'll go first." He also saw Song Ya after greeting the two senators, "APLUS? Hey..." Stretch He also shook his hand, but deliberately ignored Sloan, "It's a surprise to see you here... Let's talk again when we have a chance, goodbye."

"Sit, Underwood." John Warren was obviously used to bossing around, chewing a fork of steak in his mouth, and casually pointed to the opposite side.

And Mike En didn't speak from the beginning to the end, and Song Ya felt that he was quietly observing his group of people.

"Remy has done work for you before, right?" John Warren ignored Song Ya and asked himself when the two were seated.

Ms. Sloan, who had no seat, stood beside Song Ya who was on the outside.

"Yes, he was an assistant for a while, and now he is helping the Koch brothers as a lobbyist?" Underwood asked back.

"Yeah, those nasty big energy companies, but Remy's doing okay," John Warren said. "What's the matter with you bringing lobbyists? Sorry, I didn't order for you."

"This kid wants to meet you, just chat for a few words." Underwood patted Song Ya on the shoulder, "Do you know each other?"

"I know, perfect score boy."

John Warren gave Song Ya a new nickname, "Hello." He held out his hand.

"Hello, Senator Warren, Senator McCann." Song Ya sat down and shook hands with them.

"I heard that you are growing cotton in his state of Arizona?" In fact, they had communicated through the other party's office in advance, and they knew everything about their intentions. John Warren pointed to Mike En who was beside him and asked.

"Yes, my company has signed a long-term purchase agreement with some local cotton farmers." Song Ya replied.

"Not bad, how's the scale?"

"It is steadily expanding, and I plan to increase orders significantly next year, but..." Song Ya smiled, "I am currently facing some small troubles."

"Hey, I'm in trouble, look for the congressman." John Warren blinked at Song Ya, "I'll tell you a secret..." He leaned forward slightly, "If you want to find it, it will work."

"Ha!" Underwood laughed dryly.

"Yes, I do need some help." Song Ya replied sincerely.