Chapter 79 Dentist

The rally of the equal rights organization was held in a gymnasium at the University of Chicago. It was very simple, with some colorful balloons and banners arranged. The pastor of the Baptist Church who cooperated with Michelle and others in the promotion of De Klerk last time took turns During the speech, most of the participants were blacks. In the middle of the dance later, Song Ya came on stage and sang a song, which was regarded as the completion of the task.

"Well……"

After singing, Song Ya quickly found Michelle, with a look of perplexity, "Can you cut out the part I sang? I noticed that there was a camera at the scene."

"Is it because of being out of tune?" Michelle was very reasonable and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll go and say hello, and it won't spread."

"Thank you so much."

Song Ya breathed a sigh of relief, "I recently ran a publicity campaign and was very tired, plus I encountered a robbery in Miami yesterday..."

"Robbery!" Michelle exclaimed, "Are you all right?"

"fine."

Song Ya smiled wryly. She was robbed for the first time after crossing, but she didn't expect to be in Miami instead of Chicago's Southside, where law and order are bad. After the Bay of Pigs incident, the United States continued to criticize Cuba for restricting immigration. As a result, the Cubans simply did the opposite and sent 150,000 prisoners, mental patients, hooligans and prostitutes here. The disaster area has tossed the Americans hard enough.

"Oh, it's all the same. The law and order in South City is getting worse and worse." Michelle complained, "The University of Chicago is like an isolated island."

Saying goodbye to Michelle, Song Ya, Delay, and Al drove to the campaign headquarters of Congressman Underwood. There was no way, there was a conflict of time, so they had to rush to the field. The conditions there are much better. The long cold dining table is filled with snacks and drinks. White and black people in suits and shoes are led by their wives and walk around socializing with wine glasses in their hands.

After entering, Song Ya was greeted with superficially polite attention, probably because of his casual attire.

The black female assistant who came to the school last time took them to the dining table, "use whatever you want." She politely greeted the three of them before leaving.

"Isn't there a performance?" Al picked up a macaron and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Wait." Delay stopped a passing waiter, and the three of them took a glass of champagne from the tray they were holding.

"Is there a camera?" Song Ya only cared about this.

"It doesn't seem to be there." Delay said after going around the whole place.

Song Ya was relieved, the three of them ate and drank, and had a good time, 'Ding Ding Ding...' Suddenly an old white man knocked on the glass with a fork.

Song Ya was a little face-blind to these old, white, Anglo-Saxon Protestant men. Anyway, he should be a big shot in the donkey party. Everyone stopped talking and gathered around.

"Twenty years ago, I met a lad who worked very, very hard..."

The old man praised Congressman Underwood from childhood to adulthood. All in all, he was good enough. Everyone chose him correctly, "Ladies and gentlemen, Federal Congressman, Mr. Underwood." He finally introduced Congressman Underwood .

"Thank you, thank you." Underwood smiled and waved frequently, and stood where the old man left.

Song Ya followed the crowd into a half circle, smiling at the congressmen and applauding together. This is also a kind of "ritual and music", a kind of "ceremony". If you are in it, just follow it. There is no room for innovation. .

"You didn't say that about me twenty years ago. I remember being lazy once..."

Underwood first said a self-deprecating joke, then recalled the difficult journey after entering politics, and then elaborated on his political views, "I very much support the military operations of the American leader in the Middle East, although I and him Not a party, but my trespassing on Iraq..."

In the end, "...then I handed it over to my wife, and Claire took over, which, of course, is not really appropriate because she has always been in charge of everything for me."

Song Ya followed the people and laughed again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the dance is about to begin, I wish you a happy day." Claire said it succinctly.

There was brisk jazz in the venue.

"Mr. Song, it's your turn in half an hour." The black female assistant came over again to remind.

After changing a few songs, "Ladies and gentlemen, APLUS, I feel it coming." With Claire's introduction, Song Ya came on stage and shook hands with her with a smile. Delay and Al were already ready, and the prelude sounded, He learned his lesson and finished singing seriously.

Fortunately, the car did not overturn again, and he bowed to the crowd's applause.

The black female assistant took him into an office in the campaign headquarters, "Thank you APLUS, I am very glad that you can come, and of course, thank you for donating to my campaign." Congressman Underwood hugged him affectionately. Shoulder, Claire smiled aside.

"It's still the same sentence, I'm your fan, Mr. Congressman, uh, I don't know much about politics, shouldn't the next step be to elect a senator?" Song Ya flattered, "I still have the check ready. "

"Hahaha!"

Underwood laughed, "Politics is not that simple, but thank you." He said politely, "My wife has something to do with you, you can talk to her." Then he went out to socialize.

"Farewell to South Africa, you impress me again, Mr. Song." Claire was still so elegant.

Song Ya replied: "Thank you, you and Congressman Underwood have also achieved success in their careers, haven't they?"

The other party lowered his head and smiled, "Did you come from Michelle just now?"

"Yes, her affirmative action organization is also meeting today."

"Hehe, about South Africa, I think she should be very troubled now?"

"Uh, how do you say it?"

"do not you know?"

"I've been busy promoting my single recently..."

Claire took a newspaper from the table.

Song Ya glanced, it seemed that a high-level ANC spoke in support of polygamy.

"Racial equality and women's rights... seem to be in conflict?" Claire chuckled.

"Uh, this person can't represent Mandela, right?" Song Ya secretly put herself in Michelle's place and thought about it, which was quite embarrassing.

"Too."

Claire didn't dwell on this topic, he took out a business card from his handbag, "An old friend from Chicago asked you to contact him."

It seems that Michel was right when he said that the other party was a broker. Song Ya took the business card, and it was another Michael, the CEO of CAA, Michael Ovitz.

"Wow, big shot." Song Ya knew that the boss of CAA was selected as the most powerful person in Hollywood in 1990 not long ago.

"Talk to him more." Claire said with a smile.

"Thank you, Mrs. Underwood."

"Just call me Claire."

With the business card of the important person in his pocket, he said goodbye, and a white man in his thirties was already waiting at the door.

"Is it APLUS? John, John Roman." He offered his hand, "It's a dentist."

"Uh, hello, Dr. Roman." Song Yaxin said that her teeth are pretty good.

"Call me John, thank you for giving my girlfriend a chance." Dr. Roman was very enthusiastic.

"Female..." Song Ya was stunned, "Who is your girlfriend?"

"Halle Berry, the MV heroine of the song you sang just now, remember?"

ha……

Song Yaxin said that I remember too much, but why never heard her mention that she has a dentist boyfriend in Chicago? Dentist is a very lucrative profession, "John, how did you and her..."

"Oh, I met him last year."

Dr. Roman is a mediocre man who is not good at socializing. He told everything about their relationship, "Hehe, I'm not afraid of making fun of you if I say it. We established a relationship after only meeting a few times."

Song Ya listened to what he said, and didn't even kiss Halle Berry's face, a typical spare tire who feels good about himself!

"I only worked with her once, and I haven't contacted her since. I don't know how she is doing in Hollywood." He didn't want to provoke the other party.

"Yeah, it's really not easy to have a glamorous image in Hollywood."

Doctor Roman sighed: "In order to help her manage her image, I plan to spend some money. After all, I heard that she has the opportunity to find an important supporting role that is likely to compete for an Oscar, but I don't know much about it. No, I'm here to ask you." Well……"

"cough……"

Song Ya almost laughed out loud, Harley is really a good kid, but I don't know how many spare tires she has like Dr. Roman...

"Ask her yourself. I probably don't know as much about Hollywood as you do, John."