Song Ya persuaded her, "If you can't find it out, then his behind-the-scenes forces...In short, it is discovered that you are investigating privately, which is not good for us."
"I don't have that sense of justice, so I just play a puzzle game."
Of course Sloan knew the stakes and snarled at the TV, "What do you see?"
"Underwood is not good at campaigning and not good at pleasing the public. We have already known this a long time ago."
Song Ya said: "He is an ambitious man who must be revenge and cruel, and a politician wants to avoid the election to get to the throne...becoming deputy commander is the only way, just like Lyndon Johnson who succeeded Kennedy."
"Yes, your good brain hasn't been hollowed out by the wine."
Sloan praised, "It's a pity that the loss of Underwood's influence on us is a blow."
"People can't come back from death, don't regret it." Song Ya persuaded.
"This year his widow Claire wants to inherit his electoral district? Running for the House of Representatives? Will you support it?"
"certainly."
"OK...Also, I'll quit when I finish this job. I'm fed up with this place." Sloan said again.
"It's up to you, you can be happy. If you go back to the business world... then help me take care of Litman Media? The chairmanship is still for you. You are not here, and I have been busy for the past four years."
Song Ya answered. In 2008, the only Houghton Mifflin publishing house under Littman Media, through several major mergers and acquisitions in the education and publishing industry, increased the market value to 10 billion. However, with the outbreak of the subprime mortgage crisis, huge Unfortunately, now only one-third of what it was at its peak is left. Fortunately, the OpenDiary website has been transformed smoothly under its own command, and it has made up for the loss of the publishing industry.
"busy?"
Sloan expressed his disbelief, "By the way, you and that little girlfriend... India Esley have maintained a long relationship? Why, do you plan to take care of it?"
"Ahem..." Take your heart? If it doesn't exist, Song Ya coughs.
"I found that your taste hasn't changed much over the years, and I prefer those with a small animal face..."
Sloan glanced at his watch, "Stop talking, go out soon, it's too late."
"Um."
Song Ya hugged her and gave a face-to-face ceremony. In 2012, she was almost forty years old, and she was also fifty years old. The beauty was twilight, and she could feel her flaming red lips that were so white that glowing lightly touched. To the thick makeup powder and fine lines on the face.
"It's a pity that I can't accompany you to the scene this time."
Of course, she is still very thin, her temperament is still capable and sharp, and with the precipitation of time, she has become more calm and elegant, sending each other away. When she left the house, she joked: "So... be smart, Boy."
"If the education minister of the current government sits behind me, the gang of senators like the party will be crazy."
Song Ya smiled back.
It is another election year, and the Elephant Party has spent a lot of effort to once again send himself, the big gold lord of the Michel dynasty, to the Senate hearing. This is today.
"Leave it to you Linda." Sloan smiled at Linda who was waiting outside the door.
"Don't worry." Linda hasn't changed much. It's the black bucket aunt. She is more bloated and staggered. She has retired from the management position of the record company, "BOSS..."
"I'm going to trouble you Linda again." Song Ya nodded with the muffler that opened the door, and got into the car quickly.
"Well, I am honored."
Cadillac drove into Capitol Hill and met with the huge team of lawyers and staff who were already waiting there. "Ha! Pierre!" He shook hands with Pierre Sutton who was approaching. There are more blacks, and Pierre performed well back then, and helped his immature self at the hearing a lot, "Long time no see."
"Yes, you haven't changed from Mr. APLUS at all."
Pierre from the Manhattan Gang and the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation is much older, "Let’s go in, it’s about to start."
"OK."
Taking a firm step, Song Ya was hugged to the Senate Hearing Hall after being called forward. On the way, he met acquaintances from time to time, such as the former ace anchor Gordon who was still working as a member of the House of Representatives in Boston.
"Mr. APLUS."
"Mr. Member."
Gordon's political spectrum returned to the right after the Great Economic Crisis in 2008. The more middle route is not very popular with voters. This year, even the optional battle should be very hard.
But that's not Song Ya's concern. Gordon has always been grateful to himself and has been very active in cooperating in the House of Representatives.
Of course Song Ya's money has never been cut.
When it was not a conversation, the two exchanged only a few words.
"Jenny? Hi!"
Jenny in the Information Department was standing outside the lobby and confessing her work to her colleagues, but Capitol Hill is not included in her usual scope of work, and appearing here should be deliberate.
"Hi, APLUS."
Even more intimacy outside the normal range can’t be realized. Jenny is the “big star” in this government. There are countless eyes staring at the workplace. In public, it is the object that the camera likes to capture. She speaks and wears various styles. news.
"You are punctual."
Jenny pushed the door open, and she was still slightly plump. She was very anti-aging and charming.
Because of the public office, the two children's children Rams will inevitably be exposed. She used the same excuse as Judy Foster to get the adopted Haitian orphan.
"Call back." Song Ya quietly blinked at her, and walked inside.
The time was squeezed. The senators attending the hearing were all there, but they were not yet seated. As soon as Song Ya and his party arrived, the reporters' shutters rang.
In the middle of the testimony stand, he sat down behind his name badge, still the same way. Linda was sitting next to him and the lawyer on the other side. Song Zecheng would normally not be shown in such occasions. Same goes for Pierre Sutton, behind him. Prepare to remind all kinds of details at any time.
"Wait, this scene..."
The editor-in-chief of Mi Associated Press saw the live photos sent back and suddenly seemed to think of something, "Nine...96? Are the old photos of APLUS participating in the Congressional hearing still on file?" He asked the editor.
"If there is one, it must be there." The editor tapped the keyboard and quickly found news photos from 16 or 7 years ago in the image database.
"Wow, the black pharaoh was really young then..."
The old editor looked at the picture and sighed repeatedly. The black pharaoh was only in his early twenties. He placed his hands on the table properly, his eyes staring so that the boss looked straight into the camera, his eyes with some innocence, curiosity and mature composure. He is much handsomer than he is now, with Linda and white lawyers still beside him...
The lawyer at the time was Hamlin, but the change of the lawyer was not the editor's focus.
"At that time, APLUS was very rich, right?" the editor asked.
"Well, it seemed that Netscape had just launched on the market at the time, and it was very popular. Everyone used Netscape's browser. You young people don't understand." The editor nodded.
"Huh? Is the woman behind the Secretary of Education Sloan?" The editor found a bit of information from behind Pierre Sutton.
"Ms. Sloan has always been his... well, don't use this one."
The editor-in-chief selected Zhang Sloan who was not in the mirror, and chose a similar photo in today's new photos, "Make a comparative note, send it out, and hurry up."
The editors led the work, PS photos, PS photos, and information searchers. Soon, the two photos were cropped into a wide format and put together for comparison.
In 1996, APLUS was in the hearing, age: 21, personal wealth: 500 million meters.