Chapter 868

'APLUS, your hearing was excellent yesterday. '

'haha, thank you. '

'There seems to be only one MP who has caused you trouble. '

‘Uh, I don’t think so. Actually, I was reminded beforehand that even in that kind of situation, sometimes absurd things will happen. Accidents… Of course there are some, but I think I’m coping well anyway. '

‘Yes, but would you respond to the other party’s allegations in another way in private? I am not Capitol Hill, so I can speak freely. '

On the TV screen, the talk show host asked one more question, Song Ya glanced at him and smiled and said: "I think it's time to eliminate the stereotype of the African-American group, just like MJ, who has made brilliant achievements in the record industry , and then what? Conspiracy theories flooding him. To borrow his words: 'A white star achieves cross-industry success, and everyone praises his brains, while a black star makes a good business, everyone praises him. Will openly discuss whether he used some fraudulent means and did not follow the right path, which is unreasonable and abnormal..."

"Yes, that's true. I can understand your APLUS. By the way, when did you meet Brenda? Was it introduced by Mariah Carey?"

"Yes……"

In the lounge of the TV station, more than ten people were gathering to watch the live video that had just ended. Suddenly, someone snored evenly behind him. Looking back, it was APLUS, one of the protagonists.

"Hey! Boy, fell asleep when it was my turn?" Brenda protested dissatisfied.

"Go out and let him rest."

Mariah Carey immediately turned off the TV and pushed the plastic sisters, "Get out, hurry up." She ordered Linda, Sloan and others.

After driving away a large group of people, she lightly covered Song Ya with a thin blanket, and then sat quietly beside her.

At this time, Song Ya was dreaming.

In the dream, he was holding Robb in his arms, taking Xue Linfen, Mariah Carey, and Charlize Theron with a big belly to South America on a Gulfstream plane. For some reason, the atmosphere in the cabin was harmonious and happy. While we were chatting warmly, suddenly, the plane plunged straight towards the sea, and the sirens blared.

"No! No!" he and the girls screamed in despair, holding young Robb tight.

"Put on the lifejacket, keep the anti-collision posture... put your feet on the ground, bring your knees together, rest your head on the front seat, and put your hands..." the captain pushed open the cab door and ordered.

"WTF?! You should go back and fly the plane for me!" he yelled at the captain.

"I can't help it, this is Bermuda!" The captain shouted in despair: "You shouldn't have fouled APLUS, it's okay now, everyone will die because of you!"

"What do you mean!? How do you know..."

He looked out the porthole, and there were two huge eddies on the sea that seemed to be able to swallow everything, and the plane was swooping straight towards them, getting closer and closer.

"Ah!" I woke up in shock a second before the crash, fortunately, it was just a dream.

Opening her eyes, Mariah Carey's nostrils were staring at her like a black hole, "What's wrong? A nightmare?" She asked with concern.

"Well, what are you doing?"

From this angle, her face looks a bit like a cartoon version of some kind of rodent. Song Ya shook her head and laughed, relaxed a little, and yawned a lot, "How long have I been sleeping? Could it be that you have been like this just now... Staring at me look?"

"It's strange!"

Mariah Carey didn't admit it, "It's only a few minutes...do you not have a rest in the afternoon?"

"No, I didn't close my eyes in bed this afternoon."

In the afternoon, he was very sleepy, very sleepy, and he hadn't slept well for a long time, but Gordon's sudden and annoying attitude made him toss and turn and couldn't close his eyes. Song Ya sat up, "What time is it? Linda and the others? "

"Outside, it's almost eleven o'clock at night." Mariah Carey asked, "Is the hearing a lot of trouble?"

"No, I can handle it." Song Ya shook her head, "Let's go back to Tribeca too."

"Um."

She went to reopen the door, "Clean up, we're leaving." She asked the men of the two to prepare to leave.

But Brenda turned on the TV in a hurry. The interview was in progress until he put his ear on Mariah Carey's stomach, and the two showed their affection.

"They say we're leaving! Brenda..." Mariah Carey stopped to read this passage before blaming Brenda dissatisfied.

"It's beautiful, Mimi..." Brenda looked regretfully at the two of them who were silent, and then was pushed hard by Sandy Glenn, out of the lounge.

"Let's go."

Now even many of my subordinates don’t know about the divorce. Fortunately, this Brenda can keep her mouth shut for the time being. Song Ya raised her arms and let Mariah Carey hold them naturally. The two walked out of the TV station building together. .

Heads turned sideways to each other, smiling and waving at the paparazzi perfunctory.

"Where were we talking?" she asked.

"What?" The back seat of her extended Lincoln was very spacious, and Song Ya changed into a comfortable lying position.

"Your trouble, maybe I can help." She said.

"No, I can handle it myself."

Song Ya raised the corner of her mouth, "But thank you, Mimi."

"Don't be brave, you're always like this, machismo." She complained dissatisfiedly: "I'm four years older than you."

"In my eyes, you will always be twenty years old when we first met, and now you are younger than me, girl." Song Ya interrupted.

"Hate it..." She liked sweet talk so much, she pouted and slapped the man's arm, "This guy is actually nice, if I were a boy, maybe I'd be your best friend for the rest of my life."

Unfortunately, you are not. Well, after the divorce...

Song Ya couldn't laugh, and turned his head to look out the window silently. It was raining continuously. In this situation, his guilty heart was slightly impulsive, and he secretly said sorry to the little girl Beyoncé, " Oh yes, I wrote you a song, Linda."

Let Linda in the front seat give her the lyrics and music of IfIWereaBoy.

"Hmph..."

She carefully read while reading, "If I were a boy, even if it was only for one day, I would get up early in the morning, put on my clothes and go out, then drink with my brothers, pick up women, and rush to beat anyone who doesn't like him, anyway You don't have to be responsible..."

"If I were a boy, I think I could understand how to love a girl. I swear I'd be a better man. I'd listen to her every word, because I understand how painful it is to be alone. When you lose When his love was heartbroken, he took everything you gave for granted and was worthless..."

Seeing this, she parted her long hair with her fingers, quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, looked out of the window on the other side and choked up: "Really, you clearly know where you are wrong, and the words and songs are better than the other, but What's the use of an old problem that can't be changed? Hmm!?"

After waiting for a long time without an answer, turning around to look over, Song Ya had fallen asleep again.

'Absurd, absurd, I don't know what's absurd? Is it absurd to expose a thief who betrayed the interests of the country? I don't get it, CUU has lost even basic ethics for political differences, the APLUS they support is not an honest guy, I don't care if African Americans support him or not. Believe me, I have enough evidence to take him to court, maybe even to prison...'

The latest interview with Dan Burton is being broadcast on the car radio.

"What a boring white guy! Turn it off, Mike. Uh, I didn't mean you..." Mariah Carey accidentally used a discriminatory word when she was so angry.

Old Mike glanced in the rearview mirror and found that Song Ya had fallen asleep. Manhattan was very congested today, and there were always cars honking their horns impatiently outside. He switched the radio station to the country channel and turned down the volume.

HowmanyroadsmustamanwalkdownHow many journeys a person has to go through

Before they call himaman to be a real man

Bob Dylan's Blowing in the wind sounded in the car.

Howmanyseasmustawhitedovesail how many seas the pigeons have to fly

Before she sleeps in the sand

How many times must the cannonballsfly

Before forever banned in exchange for peace

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind

The answer, my friend, blows in the wind

The answer is blowing in the wind

The soothing music made Song Ya sleep soundly. He curled up in a comfortable position, grinding his teeth like a child.

"This guy looks really exhausted, he deserves it." Mariah Carey stared at his sharp-edged face, and arrogantly reached out and pulled his hair.

Not willing to wake him up, she didn't have much strength, "Well, well..." Song Ya hummed twice unconsciously.

"It's not easy being a man, Miss Kelly." Linda said, looking back at Song Ya.

Mariah Carey stroked the man's hair like a pet dog, and re-read the lyrics.

The convoy slowly shuttled through the turbulent traffic in Manhattan. No one spoke in the car, only the crackling sound of raindrops hitting the roof of the car, the sound of the horn outside, and Bob Dylan's songs.

Howmanyyearsmustamountainexist

Beforeitiswashedtotheseais the vicissitudes of life

Howmanyyearscansomepeopleexist how long people have to wait

Before allowed to be free

Howmanytimescanamanturnhishead how many times a man has to look back

And pretend that the just doesn't see

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind

That answer, my friend, blows in the wind

The answer is blowing in the wind

"What's this?" Chicago, Comcast's free channel was the turn of A+CN's column time again, a director pointed to the video curtain wall in the control room, "Who put it up!?" He questioned.

"I don't know, it's not us. I'll ask Mr. Gordon." When the program director saw the line of words in the corner of the screen, he hurried to call the director in.

"From next Monday, our program will be broadcast on Channel 88, please continue to follow us..."

Gordon read that sentence slowly, and after a little thought, he understood, and his expression suddenly became extremely depressed, "Fxxk, you are such an extremely strong kid, no matter what you do, you will never give up until you achieve your goal. Even if he burns his own rice knife for nothing..."

He slumped against the wall and muttered to himself: "Fierce, fast, I can't even wait for the sunshine the next day..."

"Who? Is it Mr. Roberts from Comcast? He can't stand our ratings right now? A surprise attack? We signed a broadcast contract! It's not time to move yet!" the program director shouted in distress road.

Gordon's face was ashen, and he didn't answer.

"They violated the contract! We must fight back immediately, call APLUS Mr. Gordon! Mr. Gordon?"

The column editor noticed that Gordon was in a trance and urged him repeatedly.

It is related to the company's future and personal development, and other staff members are also paying attention.

"Of course, of course, I will..."

Gordon escaped from the house, and happened to meet the assistant who sent the mobile phone, "Mrs. Flock."

"Hello, Mrs. Flock."

"Just call me Alicia." Alicia Flock, the wife of the governor of Illinois and A+CN legal counsel, said in a lawyer's stylized language: "There is something I need to inform you. Just now, on behalf of Mr. APLUS, I have New deal with Comcast and Northern Trust for A+CN airing contract..."

"You didn't even ask me for my opinion." Gordon said coldly, "You didn't even say hello..."

"Sorry, this is a joint decision of the management, A+CN can also get the subscriber income earlier, can't it?"

Alicia chuckled, "Actually, this is a good thing, you should be happy, Mr. Gordon, A+CN still needs your continued leadership."

Howmanytimesmustamanlookup how many times a man has to look up

Before he can see the sky before he can see the sky

Howmanyearsmustonemanhave how good a man must be to listen

Before he can hear people cry

How many deaths will it take

'Tillheknowsthattoomanypeoplehavedied to know that dead beings

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind

The answer, my friend, blows in the wind

The answer is blowing in the wind

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