Chapter 886

This news fermented very quickly, and the four pilots were later confirmed dead, and then the relevant units said that the plane was shot down by the Cubans. Although they are Cuban exiles, they have already obtained American citizenship. That is, four American pilots died. This serious diplomatic incident quickly hit the headlines of major news pages.

"Cuban exiles are just a consumable for us, aren't they?"

Song Ya was flipping through the newspaper in the car, "In the Bay of Pigs invasion in the 1960s, thousands were captured and nearly a hundred died. Didn't Kennedy send marines to rescue him later? More planes were shot down that time. .”

"Or there are rumors that Kennedy was assassinated by the powerful department just because he was too weak to Cuba and paid the only indemnity for the defeat in the history of the United States in exchange for the captives."

Goodman said with a smile: "Besides, we were still restrained at that time, now? Hehe, the Cubans dared to shoot down the American plane..."

"Flying a spy plane invaded the airspace more than 30 times, and I can't blame anyone for being shot down..."

Song Ya complained, "I feel that someone ordered them to touch porcelain. Even if they didn't shoot down yesterday, one day the Cubans will not be able to bear it. Now, Ms. Sloan called from Washington and said, Jesse He The sanctions bill that Holmes and Dumbleton are promoting is likely to be passed quickly by both houses of Congress, and before this event, lawmakers were laughing at the radical provisions of the bill."

"It's okay for the parliament to pass it, as long as the commander-in-chief doesn't approve it."

Goodman has also done some research, "Article 3 of the bill is completely inoperable. Regarding the property confiscated by the Cuban government of US companies and individuals, US citizens can sue Cuban entities that use these properties in US courts and those that have economic and trade relations with them. Foreign companies suing? That offends every country that is doing business with Cuba, most of them our European allies."

"Long Arm Jurisdiction..."

Song Ya is not as optimistic as he is, "Ms. Sloan told me that the current commander-in-chief actually needs Jesse Helms, the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, on many issues, such as the reform of the United Nations, the candidate for the next Secretary of State, and the investigation of the Whitewater case. The chairman's cooperation, even though they are clearly incompatible."

"Don't think too much about APLUS, it's good for you, isn't it? At least Jesse Helms doesn't have time to worry about you, maybe he still needs some key votes for the African-American party group at this time." Goodman laughed.

"I don't have that much influence over the black caucus..."

While chatting, Old Mike drove the car to the gate of Hyde Park and stopped. Pastor William smiled and opened the door for Aunt Susie, and the two sat in.

"You know,

William, I don't like going to those white churches north of town. Aunt Susie twisted the waist of the bucket and acted like a baby to Pastor William.

"Work hard for APLUS, Susie, you are already a director of our church regional council, you must have the awareness to take on the communication affairs..."

"Well, all right. How do I look today?"

"It's beautiful, Susie..."

"Hate it! You'll talk sweetly..."

"hey-hey……"

Song Ya could only silently listen to the flirting between the two, and then quietly rolled her eyes at Goodman in the front seat to express her helplessness.

Today I went to 'meet' Old Barn. The old man's life trajectory is very simple. He spends a lot of time in the country club in the northern suburbs of Chicago. When the weather is good, he will play with his old friends on the lawn outside the club. Playing that kind of ball game, staying inside to read and read newspapers when the weather is bad, drinking some wine with friends, tasting cigars or antiques, chatting all over the world, exchanging various news, calling stockbrokers... Anyway, it's all that Quite standard, no fuss at all, the retirement life of the old money.

Song Ya couldn't get into that kind of membership-based country club, and it was not impossible to find an excuse to visit...but his complexion was too dazzling, and it was completely pure white people's territory there.

Fortunately, Old Barn is not completely absent. He regularly goes to church to pray, listen to sermons, and occasionally participates in some charity and other activities organized by his church.

This time, I was going to the preaching meeting over there to block him, so I had to bring William and Aunt Susie to cover him.

In the church, William's status was much more important than himself. When the local pastor preached, he could take Aunt Susie to sit in the side VIP seat, while Song Ya herself could only sit in the front row of the auditorium.

"William, welcome. Oh, this is APLUS, I'm glad you can come."

Through pre-coordinated activities between Christian churches, before the evangelistic meeting, the white pastor came over to shake hands and greeted friendlyly. He looked at Aunt Susie, "Who is this?"

"It's APLUS's aunt, who is also a director of our parish council." William introduced: "Susie."

"It's an honor to meet you, Mrs. Susie."

"Miss."

"Miss Susie, please sit down, please sit down."

Caucasians have entered the church one after another, almost all of them are old men and women of the upper middle class nearby. It is difficult to see young people or even middle-aged people. The 'religious friends' who came to look surprised smiled friendly.

There are no fans of my own here, and the old men and women still smile or greet me indifferently and politely, and Song Ya is not interested in them. Soon, the figure of Old Barn appeared at the door. He was no longer the rude and energetic old man when he and Edward just cooperated in the spin-off of Barn Chemical a few years ago. There is an elegant white old lady, who should be his wife.

Old Barn also saw his dazzling self, and he didn't have any special emotions. Song Ya was showing him a look of surprise because of a chance encounter. He and his wife had already sat in the old seats in the front row of the auditorium across the aisle.

"Did you read today's news? Cuba killed four more of our men."

"Our people? No, they are just killing each other. They have been doing this for more than 30 years..."

"That is, what does it have to do with us?"

"Sanctions sanctions... Can we get a penny back from Cuba? The Cubans have been self-sufficient for over thirty years."

"Damn, the price of Havana cigars is going to increase again..."

Before the sermon officially started, the old men sat down and chatted about nothing more than politics. Song Ya straightened her ears and listened silently. They were unexpectedly not as united as the media showed. Perhaps it was because the Chicago consortium was compared with other consortiums in the United States and Cuba. The transportation distance is the farthest, and the investment boom in Cuba was a step behind, so except for the Italian and Irish gangs in Chicago at that time, other local whites basically had no interest disputes there.

Even these people seem to be a little gloating and watching jokes in it.

"I am very honored to have distinguished guests here today, Pastor William of the South City Baptist Church, and Ms. Susie, a member of the local parish council."

The white pastor introduced William and Susie to everyone after the sermon. Aunt Susie was no longer the one who used to brag loudly at school activities regardless of the occasion. She sat on a chair and spoke to the audience. The applause was greeted with smiles, waves and bows.

"Pastor William will give us a wonderful sermon."

The white priest gave up the pulpit to William.

William's eloquence and "typhoon" are completely fine. Although the white old money in the audience did not show any emotion to the very different southern black style of enthusiastic speeches, the basic manners are very good. The Bible is not long, and everyone present He is an old believer, and he is very proficient in applauding or responding after the key passages of the speech.

Song Ya also cleverly showed her "pious" side, listening fascinatedly, and fully integrated into the absolutely mainstream cultural activities in the United States.

"Thank you, thank you all, God bless us, and God bless America."

William ended the sermon with a slit.

Everyone left the venue one after another. When Song Ya was about to catch up with the old Barnes, "APLUS, by the way, I have something to do, can we talk about it?" Unexpectedly, he was stopped by the white pastor who always thought he was a tool man .

"Uh...Okay." Now it is too obvious to ignore the other party and go after Old Barn, Song Ya has no choice but to stop, and sees Goodman walking towards Old Barn wittily and a little relieved, "Is there anything I can do to help?" Is it yours?" he asked the white pastor.

"Well, our church is rehearsing the Easter hymn, and I thought... maybe you could help us with some guidance."

The other party smiled embarrassingly: "You know, those in our parish who are willing to participate in this kind of activity are old people, and their grandchildren in nearby schools. Dozens of old people plus dozens of children... not long ago Just had one rehearsal and, to tell you the truth, it was a personal disaster for me, maybe beyond the reach of my church."

"What song is it?" Song Ya asked.

"Wait." The white pastor excitedly asked his subordinates to fetch the lyrics.

"I see." Song Ya flipped through it casually, the old-fashioned white country hymn style, the lyrics and music were not impressive, and he hummed casually along with the tune, which felt very mediocre, and the chorus part was a bit too difficult for amateurs ,"these are……"

"It was my predecessor who wrote the lyrics and composed the music. Uh, the music was adapted from old songs. In fact, I, like William, arrived not long ago..." the white pastor explained.

"Okay, I'll take it back first and let the experts from A+ Records study it, and then I will send someone over..." Song Ya could only agree to the expectant face.

"That's great!"

At the end of this episode, Song Ya went out and bumped into Goodman who was returning alone, "The old man seems to have seen through our motives, and he doesn't want to talk to you about anything." Goodman shrugged and said helplessly.

"It's really troublesome." Song Yayang picked up the manuscript of lyrics and music in Yang's hand, and said with a wry smile: "I didn't get things done, and I took on a job..."

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