"Everyone is playing like this, as long as there is no problem in the rules, Harvey is a veteran when it comes to agenda setting. The only difference from me is that he is white." Song Ya replied happily.
During this period of time, he and Spike Lee were indeed screaming endlessly, all kinds of appeals, after all, Halle's opponent is too strong, after all, no one can guarantee that this year's black people will win the prize so smoothly.
"Wow, here it comes..."
Clint Eastwood has always hated this, "but you guys also killed Kimberly's nomination."
"We don't like the core of the movie The Dance of Death row prisoners. This is true and not entirely based on interests." Song Ya was very calm.
"Ha ha ha..." Clint Eastwood put aside his glass after drinking. "Special circumstances do not happen every year. I wish you good luck in the future."
"Special case?"
Good use of it is not a good word here. Song Ya is upset and prevents the old man from leaving, "If you are referring to the black, Asian, and Latino soldiers on the front line as a special case, it would be too hypocritical. White hypocrisy. ."
"Oh?" Clint Eastwood stood still, looking back and looking at Song Ya deeply, "I never play the hypocritical set. Our children are all selling their lives for the United States, not just that one. Small part."
"Come on, a small part? Mr. Eastwood, white people, the percentage of your white people in the army has long fallen below the population percentage. Maybe your children don't love the U.S. as you think."
The occasional conversation became more and more gunpowder. Song Ya approached the hard-line face of the opponent at close range and whispered: "This was the case as early as the Vietnam War, McNamara's fool, have you forgotten it?"
Song Ya was referring to the white ‘good family’ evasion of military service during the Vietnam War. In order to solve the problem of military resources, the then Secretary of Defense McNamara launched the so-called 100,000 plan and began to recruit petty criminals. Due to ethnic crime rates, many of them were blacks, and people with intellectual disabilities went to the front to act as the heads. Soldiers.
"McNamara is a fool himself, I don't like him, and I don't even bother about political correctness. I firmly believe that the future will prove that the United States will have big trouble if you let you continue to make such unscrupulous disturbances."
Clint Eastwood pursed his lips. "The only thing I'm grateful for is that I myself shouldn't see that day come."
"Then let me look ahead for you, I'm young."
Song Ya leaned close to each other’s ears and whispered: “The Miguchi has become a diverse and colorful mosaic-like country. You white people are no longer the mainstream ethnic group, and the rest will be willing to become spiritually degraded. The second-class people of God under the new Jewish Christian Gospel religious system are like Hollywood now...The question is: Are you willing to leave here?"
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 1446: Serial explosion
"what happened?"
Halle, who was waiting in front, noticed Clint Eastwood's angry eyes staring at Song Ya's back, "His eyes are almost spitting fire."
"Nothing, let's go."
Song Ya didn't respect Elder Eastwood. He had a different position, but he was almost killed. Doesn't he owe conservative whites? What happened to him clamoring for political correctness? There is no need to endure those accusations just now.
"thank you."
After getting in the car, Halle happily kissed the little golden figure who was the queen of the 74th Oscars.
Then he leaned his head on Song Ya's shoulder with a happy face.
"Aren't you going to the Vanity Fair dinner?" Amy pouted and waited for a while, pushing Harry, maybe because she was too emotional tonight, she actually fell asleep in seconds.
"Let her sleep..."
Song Ya opened her arms around them, "Mike, go home first."
When the car drove out of the Kodak Theater, he looked at the street scene of Los Angeles outside the window, recalling the secret conversation with the old Mike before leaving.
"How are we progressing in New York?" He happened to think of the shooting incident temporarily, and he asked casually.
"Not much progress."
Old Mike shook his head: "The FBI is already investigating the disappearance of Andre Sanchez, because Andre Sanchez is their internal undercover undercover next to the head of the trio, Steve Hines, so Steve Hines should be changed to In addition to the first suspect, Steve Hines has been very careful recently, and the surrounding situation is too complicated. We have no chance. I let Franklin stare at the inconspicuous Dave Norton and Steve Hay that are left in the comparison trio. Ince’s inconvenience should now go to Dave Norton."
"Yes, should..."
He couldn't help complaining: "After so many years, we have not been able to handle these two small characters! It is farther from prying their mouths to find the characters behind the scenes!"
"The middle level of the FBI's New York branch is no longer a minor role. We can't easily move Steve Hines!"
Old Mike was a little angry at his attitude and increased his tone: "In any case, it should not be long before Steve Hines was fired by the FBI. We have found a lot of evidence of his corruption, which has been passed to the FBI through the people in Underwood. The internal disciplinary department, even if the body of André Sanchez cannot be found, the FBI will not have much patience with him. At that time we will act against him again..."
"Sorry Mike, I'm just a little impatient, for years...except for one Andre Sanchez who wasn't involved much."
Song Ya apologized to the old man, "We have a good time now. The Georgian dynasty fighting in Afghanistan still needs to appease the black ethnic group, but the war there is going too smoothly. When they complete the military operation, I will be worthy of them. It’s not as high as it is now. After all, they still hate me..."
"I know, we are working hard. If it doesn't work, we will find a chance to control Dave Norton again." Old Mike replied.
"No, no, no, we didn't reach the goal by Andrea Sanchez, and Dave Norton doesn't necessarily know much insider, at least he definitely doesn't know who is behind Steve Hines... for now."
When the two finished their conversation, Song Ya took a deep breath and looked at Taraji's newspaper clippings on the opposite seat. If it hadn't been for the conversation with Old Mike and the past events in the newspaper clippings, he wouldn't be today. The reaction to Clint Eastwood’s accusations was so big...
"I can't breathe anymore! I can't breathe anymore!"
In April, he begged for mercy again in horror: "Don't make trouble! Jenny! You want to smother me!"
"Huh!" Jennifer Connelly straightened up slightly with a little feint triumphantly, "Don't you like this?"
"call!"
With nostrils free from the proud pair, Song Ya greedily breathed in the fresh air with a faint fragrance, "Of course I like hehe..." He salivated and played with the obsessed backhand.
"I blame you, this year I should have taken advantage of the situation to pick up some good books."
Finally, Jenny pressed the man's hand to caress her belly and complained, "It's all right now, and I will disappear from the public eye for at least a year after receiving the Oscar nomination."
"Don't worry, I will arrange it." Song Ya gently promised: "I have already agreed with Ms. Sloan and the president of Houghton Mifflin Press."
"I'm afraid I can't do it..." Jenny began to show the hypocrisy of Kochi women, but the smile on her face betrayed her.
So Song Ya deliberately said: "Don't worry, Holden Mifflin will not give you too much pressure during pregnancy, and you will be familiar with the education publishing industry first."