Chapter 856 Hearing

"Lisa Presley officially filed for divorce, but MJ still hasn't made a statement."

After a night of rejuvenation in Washington, Song Ya was surrounded by inner city broadcaster President Pierre Sutton, A+ Records President Linda McCall, political consultant Sloan, attorney Hamlin, administrative assistant Dr. May, Entertainment Affairs assistant Taraji and their staff walked out of the hotel quickly, accompanied by two special correspondents from A+CN.

Coupled with the peripheral security, the 'APLUS delegation' has a huge lineup today.

Although it was just a small hearing that didn't even have a live broadcast, and the content was not critical, everyone was still very nervous when the boss appeared on this stage for the first time.

On the one hand, the smearing of hard copy magazines at the end of last year and the follow-up revelations by other gossip media still caused a lot of damage to the public favorability of the Song Ya couple. The occasion is a good public relations opportunity.

On the other hand, Linda, Pierre, and even the Manhattan gang, as the highly anticipated black light, are very happy that he can be invited to the hearing, which is not easy for other black singers and sports stars to achieve.

"Because of what?" Waving to the reporters outside who were frantically shouting their names, Song Ya got into the car and didn't visit. There were too many people and the reporters couldn't squeeze in. Besides, he was also worried about what Mariah Carey said That kind of movie scene actually happened.

Linda replied, "Lisa says there are irreconcilable differences."

"I'm asking the real reason." Song Ya said.

"Who knows, gossip newspapers have everything they say, and there are many very vicious speculations. Don't worry about others, have you memorized your books yet?" Linda was more nervous than he was.

"Who am I? Linda, I'm going to study for the LSAT (Law School Admissions Test) this year when I get my bachelor's degree."

Song Ya pointed at her the thick document in his hand, prepared by Ms. Sloan.

"It's hard, don't take it lightly, don't be discouraged if you don't perform well, take your time and take the test a few more times." In order not to be photographed by the reporter sharing the car with the beautiful blonde girl with a big mouth, Sloan went to the back car in a low-key manner, haha Mulyn temporarily took over the task of yin and yang.

The bodyguard ran over from behind and knocked on the window. Old Mike started the car and followed the convoy into the Washington traffic.

"Hmph, don't underestimate me, Hamlin."

Song Ya is very confident about her ability to take the exam. Although it is indeed difficult to take the exam, there are also doctors whose tuition fees are very expensive and the study period is still long. Of course, the income and social status of these two groups are considered to be the top of the working class.

"Do you need me to help you prepare for the exam?" Hamlin asked with a smile.

"Jimmy promised me to help. He is younger than you and has more memories of the exam than you." Song Ya countered.

"Haha, indeed." Hamlin laughed: "By the way, in the game of cat and mouse, did that liar Abagnale really pass the BAR (Bar Exam) once after two weeks of self-study?"

"Don't listen to any bragging of an old liar, it seems that he took the exam three or four times, and obtained the qualification for the exam with a fake Harvard Law School degree." Song Ya replied.

"That's amazing, after all, he had no legal knowledge before." Hamlin sighed.

"Well, otherwise, why would he be called a legend by so many liars? That guy is very famous now, taking advantage of the momentum of the movie to give speeches and sell books, and holding the film adaptation rights of the new book 'The Art of Stealing' in the movie Go around and ask for prices."

"Would you buy it for a sequel to Tom and Mouse?" Hamlin asked.

"If the price is right, Linton from Hollywood Films is more interested than me." Song Ya shook his head slightly, there is no apocalypse, he has nothing to do, if Abagnale extorts too much, forget it, and now Hollywood is interested in that The right to adapt this book has already entered a seller's market that many are pursuing. It is difficult for me to compete with those big companies, and I am really not interested in it.

"Look again, stop chatting." Linda patted the document in his hand and reminded, "It's almost here."

"Um."

The hotel we chose was not far from Capitol Hill. After the convoy was inspected at the gate, all bodyguards were forbidden to enter except for the most trusted old Mike and Mavota. He, Hamlin, Linda, Pierre, Stanley Long and the group in suits and leather shoes followed the guidance of the staff and walked steadily and firmly to the hearing hall of the House of Representatives.

"Deng thump, thump, thump, thump, thump..."

And the music of Game of Thrones, er, it seems not suitable...

A group of people were dressed in expensive and low-key clothes, and their leather shoes were shiny. Except for themselves, everyone else was carrying various briefcases. They were all top professionals in all directions, which was very reassuring.

Underwood and Rangel appeared in front of them. They talked and laughed and brushed past Benfang. Underwood also took the opportunity to wink mischievously at himself.

Well, there are a lot of people nearby, and Song Ya nodded slightly to say hello, and they will take care of them, so nothing will go wrong.

Kaka!

As soon as he entered the hall, there was a series of shutter sounds, and the flashlights of the reporters lit up crazily.

Song Ya frowned habitually, but immediately Sloan's instructions sounded, stand still, and politely squeeze out the chairman's smile.

It was just a small-scale hearing that had nothing to do with the voting situation. It was not broadcast live, but it went through the motions. However, due to his own reputation, according to Sloan, generally this kind of hearing would not have so many reporters.

It’s really not a big scene, it’s just a long rostrum where the parliamentarians sit in a row of hearing questions. The nameplates have been put away, but none of the congressmen have come, so it’s empty.

Facing the presidium is a row of long, low tables, with your own nameplate placed in the middle of the table early on. There are seats on the back and sides. The layout is a bit like a courtroom. The side seats are for the media, and the back rows are like auditorium seats. It was assigned to his entourage and other people who came to observe.

"Go and sit down."

Ms. Sloan warned him in a low voice: "As I said earlier, don't show any inappropriate behavior in front of the media."

"I know, calm down."

Song Ya sat down with the document in his hands, and adjusted the chair to a comfortable position. The document was placed on the table in front of him, a little crooked, so he adjusted it a little. Due to his height, he felt that his hands had no place to rest. He tried to hang down, but he felt uncomfortable, and then lifted it up to support the table. Well, this posture seems a bit too student-like. I am already a media boss... So Switch to a compromise where one arm is flat, the other elbow is down, and only the palm of the hand is holding the document.

Hamlin sat to his left, Linda to his right, Sloane and Pierre directly behind him, stretching their necks enough to whisper, and the others sat roughly around them.

"APLUS, can I look at the camera?"

In such a solemn place, the behavior of everyone will not follow the standards of the entertainment industry. The reporters squatted and moved in front of him, greeting him in a low voice. There was no loud conversation at all, only the occasional voice from behind , a disturbing slight coughing sound.

He grinned and continued to smile for the camera.

A few reporters took enough pictures, and then another group squatted and moved over.

"It seems to be too early?" He knocked on the microphone, found the switch key position of this style, and it was indeed closed, then he still carefully covered the microphone with one hand, tilted his head, and covered his mouth with the back of the other hand Up front, ask Sloan who knows the process best.

"Yes, just wait," Sloan replied.

It's a bit different from the video, maybe the videos he watched impromptuly started directly from the questioning stage of the hearing. Song Ya looked at the auditorium behind, and there were already some people who didn't know whether they were politicians or the media. The reporters kept filming and filming. He pursed his lips and swallowed his complaints about how long he had to wait.

"Thirsty?"

Like an old mother, Linda conjured a bottle of mineral water from the briefcase and placed it in front of him.

"Ahem, trademark." Ms. Sloan coughed.

Song Ya tore off the label paper casually and stuffed it into his pocket, and the reporters snickered softly. What are you laughing at? Really! He struggled to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

Finally, two congressmen from the black party group walked in at the entrance, both from Rangel's side, but according to Ms. Sloan's instructions, Song Ya did not make any eye contact with them, and would only make formal inquiries when the other party questioned them. chat.

The two black male congressmen have been whispering after they took their seats, and they don't know what they are talking about. They are quite happy and laughing all the time.

Then some white congressmen also came, there were men and women, and it was probably the same.

"M-fxxk! What about administrative efficiency?"

It feels like those people didn't take themselves and this hearing seriously at all! On the contrary, Song Ya was a little upset about being underestimated. He unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip of water, and suppressed the spitting in his heart. He opened the file and planned to "make up lessons", but suddenly remembered that the reporters were still close at hand. The shutter closed again, and no shots were taken.

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