Chapter 969? Frontline

It's really too fast. After giving birth to Little Jon, Charis became a treasure girl. On the last night before she returned to Los Angeles, the two played wildly, so another movie scene was revealed...

It should be from the same source as the song Earned It, which was triggered by Halle at that time, very early.

Song Ya was a little bit reluctant for her to leave, and took time out of her busy schedule to take her to the airport the next day, but it was a pity that she was too deliberate, and Tian Qi didn't give it...

"You have something on your mind, Charis."

Song Ya asked before the South African big white girl stepped on the boarding ladder: "Is it because you are leaving Little Jon?"

Little Jon is still staying at Xuelin Fen's house, and it is estimated that Xuelin Fen will be raising her in the name of a relative's child in the future. She herself does not want to disclose the fact that she gave birth to a child at a young age. suggestion.

"Yeah." She replied sullenly.

"Don't worry, Xuelin will take Robb and Jon back to Los Angeles at the end of August, and you can go to see the children at any time."

Song Ya pinched her face, "Remember to keep practicing the ball." She doesn't need to remind herself to insist on losing weight.

"Oh." She turned and boarded the plane.

"Hey, after all, mother and child are still deeply in love..." Song Ya watched the Gulfstream 4 cabin door close, then raised her hand in the direction of the porthole to say goodbye.

Charis also squeezed out a smile and waved to the father below, until the plane started to move slowly, then looked at the business-style cabin with no passengers except herself and the fat follower, and then took out her mobile phone, "Ms. Kingsley, Have you contacted the Devil's Advocate crew for me? The heroine audition... the sooner the better, right? Okay, I'm going to Los Angeles today, you..."

"Miss, it's about to take off, please turn off your phone..." the flight attendant came over to remind the aunt.

"Help me keep it secret, please..." Charis hung up the phone.

"Where are you going now?"

The plane rushed into the sky, and old Mike started the car.

"The charity organization managed by Underwood's wife is downstairs. Do you remember the place Mike? Claire..." Song Ya asked.

After Underwood was promoted to be the party whip, Claire spent most of her time in Washington. The two returned from Washington today, a rare opportunity to meet.

"Let me recall."

Old Mike is a living map,

Quickly drove the car out of the airport and went all the way to the downstairs of the Claire Charity Organization, where Song Ya gave her the first 100,000 dollars for the last time in the case of Tony's illegal possession of a gun.

"Have you changed cars?"

As soon as he parked at the corner of the parking lot, his chief of staff, Doug, led the internal staff to open the door, searched inside and out, including himself and the old Mike, and checked the privacy film on the car glass.

"It's been changed, don't worry." Old Mike was annoyed at being searched, and rolled his eyes.

"Okay." Doug still had the attitude that no strangers should enter. He sat in the passenger seat, turned on the intercom and said something.

Underwood and Claire soon appeared and got into the car, "I haven't seen APLUS for a while."

In order not to attract attention, this is just an ordinary Buick boulevard, Song Ya squeezed in, let Underwood sit in the middle, and Claire was by the window.

"Yes, is the campaign going well?"

Song Ya shook hands with him, "Claire, long time no see."

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

The three exchanged pleasantries, and the old Mike had already driven the car under the guidance of Doug.

"It's going well, anyway, the humble federal congressman will suffer once every two years."

Underwood is no longer the little politician who used to gossip in public middle school activities. After he became the party whip, the Chicago Donkey Party has always arranged him in the donkey party's iron vote area. When running for re-election, he came back from Washington with some policies to please voters. It’s just as easy as a noble who serves the king in the capital and occasionally returns to his hometown to inspect his fiefdom.

In fact, most of the voters in the bipartisan elections have obvious inclinations. This district will never elect a donkey party, or that district will never elect a elephant party. Depending on the "year", about 100% The end of the party's primary elections in more than 70 to 80 constituencies often means that the winner is out.

For example, although the final voting in November has not yet started, Underwood, Michelle's husband and others are 90% sure to win the election, so naturally there is no need to involve too much energy.

Strikingly intense campaigns exist only in fringe constituencies, areas where the two parties are evenly contested, in what politicians colloquially refer to as 'war zones' or 'front lines'...

Of course, fighting on the front line is also beneficial. The fighting there is fierce and eye-catching, and grassroots politicians often emerge and become "generals" in one step, that is, new political stars in the party.

Today I went to a front line. The federal congressional district where the alcoholic Russell is located has a lot of blue-collar white industrial workers. They generally tend to be like the party, but the former member of the Xiang party fell ill and quit the election. There are new candidates from the internal primaries. Black history, there is also a gap between its elite background and the worker group, so this year it has also become a "war zone", which is a good opportunity for the donkey party to "change the world".

The current polls are close, with Russell trailing, but not by much, and the Underwoods will be at his campaign rally today to endorse it.

"You are so kind to him, Mr. Underwood." Song Ya smiled.

"Yeah, I'm a little jealous." Claire also joked.

"I need my own people in the House of Representatives." Well, there are three stakes for one fence, Underwood's motives are obvious, and he doesn't hide it himself.

The rally was open-air, just in front of a factory building by Lake Michigan, before it even started, the old Mike stopped the car far away, and Song Ya saw Russell's iconic bald head among hundreds of people wearing work clothes in the audience. Shiny and shiny, it seemed that he was indeed popular with the workers.

"I heard that you want to buy Old Barn's land?"

While there was still time, Underwood asked about business. He didn't come back often, but he was well informed.

"Yes, A+CN needs a new place. That TV station has killed me. If I move again... it will be the third time since the station opened..."

Song Ya's complaints are sincere, "I haven't earned a penny for me yet."

"Chicago politicians and African-Americans don't have enough funds?" Claire asked with a smile.

"Not enough, I underestimated the money burning speed of the TV station." Song Ya replied.

"Small TV stations and small media will become more and more difficult to do APLUS. With the wave of mergers and acquisitions after the passage of the telecommunications bill, I feel that only four to five large media groups will survive in the future..." Underwood broke the news: "The Time Warner-TBS merger is nearing completion."

"Wow."

TBS owns the TNT TV network and CUU, the top 24-hour news channel. Time Warner owns Warner Bros. Pictures, Warner Music, Time Magazine and its own TV network, as well as HBO and its more yellow sister station Cinemax. Play protocol.

There are countless other small and medium-sized TV, print and broadcast media owned by the two companies.

Song Ya sighed: "In this way, wouldn't it become..."

"Yes, surpass NBC and become the largest media group in the United States and even in the world." Underwood nodded.

"We must judge the situation, APLUS." Claire chimed in, "MSNBC and the upcoming FOXnews have put a lot of pressure on CUU, so even they need a bigger stage."

This pair of wretched couples started again, and there must be nothing good. Song Ya felt that he was playing side-by-side, acting as a broker for a media group that was interested in acquiring A+CN.

"I know, but I need to get over the difficulties in front of me first." Song Ya laughed first.

"Your handling of the Barn case was very careless, APLUS." Doug, who had been silent all along, turned around and said.

"It's not my fault. Wasn't everything settled? Who knew that Gant would suddenly repeat the old story..."

Song Ya didn't take this pot, and he didn't take it in front of Underwood. Gant violated the internal discipline of the Donkey Party and broke the news, which means that the politicians of the Donkey Party have not fulfilled their promises to control their own people. Underwood, the party whip, is not without responsibility , How much did he and Russell contribute to this year's campaign? Many of Claire's extravagant expenses in Chicago, such as VIP boxes at the stadium, were also provided by herself.

Besides, who forced the Bain company into my hands back then? Um? "But don't worry, I will stand on the front line."

Of course, he reassures the politician that he won't break the law if he breaks the law, and of course he's just a little bit mean to Doug.

"It's a bit of a surprise, we'll keep an eye on it for you." Underwood also gave his assurance.

"Let's talk a little easier?"

Claire smoothed things over, pointing to a white man who was commanding order on the podium at the rally, "He is Russell's campaign manager, and he is very good at workers."

Song Ya looked at the guy who revealed the temperament of a rogue trade unionist all over his body, "I really can't tell, I heard that he graduated from Georgetown University, and he is an alumni of the current commander-in-chief."

"Ha! The diploma is fake..." Claire laughed.

"Really?" Song Ya was shocked.

"Nobody cares what this type of campaign pusher has done before, as long as it helps get elected," Underwood said.

"The rally is about to start, let's go there." Doug reminded.

"Okay. APLUS, don't worry, many people on Capitol Hill are taking care of you." Underwood comforted himself a few more words, pushed the door to get out of the car with his wife, and rushed to the front line.

"Let us welcome the Honorable Congressman, Whip Mr. Underwood!"

There was thunderous applause.

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