"My dad is very busy recently, you know, those things about Nancheng."
Cassidy said distressedly: "My family and I are afraid that he will be in danger."
"Fight crime, your father is a hero." Song Ya knows what she likes to listen to.
"Thank you, he is an upright person." Of course, Cassiti was very happy. "No way, the job of a police officer...I and my family are used to it. I heard that he will be busier next month, and even for a while. I can’t contact my home when I go home."
"Oh?" Song Yashou slowed slightly for a second, "Why?"
"I don't know, he just said it was a big case."
"This way..."
After the date, the two returned to the parking lot and slipped into Song Ya's Benz armored car. Old Mike stayed in the Cathy car and read the newspaper.
One weekend, Song Ya was preparing to shoot Showmethemoney's MV, and finally received Claire's invitation to a charity dinner.
"Did we have some misunderstandings? APLUS."
This time Claire became very indifferent, taller and more aggressive, and a little sulky.
"How do you say?" Song Ya pretended to be ignorant.
"I think we can be honest, right?" She turned and led the way, "No need to be so sneaky."
"I don't quite understand..." Song Ya stepped up to follow.
She stopped talking and opened the door of a small living room, "Don't let the matter between you affect my career." She stood at the door and said to it, but she didn't mean to go in.
Song Ya owed her and walked into the small living room, "Mr. Underwood." He saw Underwood, alone.
Claire closed the door from the outside.
"Don't mind her attitude, APLUS, come here."
Underwood was still so enthusiastic and determined, beckoning to Song Ya, "How is that going on?"
"I'm still evaluating for the time being." Song Ya shook hands with him in the past, "This meeting was an accident, right? Congressman Underwood, Doug told me not to contact you during this time."
"Very organic rhetoric, APLUS."
Underwood retracted his hand and narrowed his eyes. "Well, I came to you on the initiative because I heard Claire say that you stopped working with her charity organization. She is a very independent woman, and your approach makes her very uncomfortable. happy."
"No? It may be a problem in accounting procedures. She and I have a very pleasant cooperation."
Song Ya certainly won't admit it, I'm alone! It’s not because of you why I donated so much money to her, is it really all spent on charity?
"Haha, let's not talk about this." Underwood patted him on the shoulder, "With all due respect, APLUS, your previous overseas investment consulting firm's method is completely inoperable."
"If there is no operability, then I cannot bear other risks."
Since the other party is so direct, Song Ya no longer hides it. "Tens of millions of knives are thrown into the unclear road ahead, to thunder for the creditor consortium. I might as well just withdraw and use the money to do other things. To invest in some other people."
"what!"
He gave a short laugh, very contemptuously, "Are you serious? You want to reconsider our cooperation?"
"Capital always seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages. Of course, I personally trust you infinitely. Congressman Underwood. I admired you very much when I was still living in the slums of South City." Song Ya replied, "You don't have to worry about me at all. Loyal, but Doug said that if I quit, I will lose upper-level relationships, and that’s what he said."
"Then don't tangle."
Underwood waved his hand, seeming to get rid of everything, "Put the money in, you can still give me complete trust, I will even come forward to guarantee you when appropriate, uh..." He paused. "I can't guarantee the risks on the party side, but you can rest assured on my side. I only stop here."
Song Ya sighed, thinking fast.
"This is not a matter for you and me, kid, it's not anymore." He added.
"Okay, but I still want to hear a good offer first."
"Damn, I really don't want to talk to a 17-year-old child who is still breast-smelling in an adult voice, but you **** listen to me now!"
Underwood broke out suddenly, like an enraged lion, he took two steps forward and looked directly at Song Ya fiercely, "Before next month, put your **** money in! Hear it? Otherwise you're done. , Who do you think I am!? Do you know the meaning of the majority party whip of the world's most powerful country? BOY!"
Song Ya felt that the previous request for a quotation was a bit too far, and I did not grasp the scale, but now is not the time to regret swallowing the words back~www.mtlnovel.com~Congressman Underwood, I came from a slum..."
He raised his head slightly, "Those black players and singers of the same background as me often spend all their money and bankrupt their families just after they retired or become popular. Moreover, this group almost never accepts the lessons of the predecessors, so don’t point out. I must have followed in their footsteps someday. I can’t control my lower body on a momentary impulse, shoot a gun on a momentary impulse, buy a junk bond on a momentary impulse, and use all kinds of postures. It may also be a destiny. Since it is destined to end, what can I fear to lose?"
Underwood laughed angrily, "The basis of our cooperation is not your awareness."
"I will be a good collaborator, Senator Underwood, you can test me as much as you can, and it’s okay to use an adult’s way."
Song Ya spread her hands out, "I donated one million dollars to Senator Gore. I got a handshake and sat back in the first row of the dinner party. Then I continued to be kept in the dark. I have no complaints. money!"
This time it was Underwood's turn to be speechless, he sighed, "Okay, okay, let me give you some more details..."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 329: 3 threats
Half an hour later, Song Ya left the banquet hall prematurely, suddenly feeling a little hot, so he took off Le Ren's bow tie, not enough, and unbuttoned the shirt collar and dress buttons one by one.
The black bow tie fell to the ground inadvertently, and someone helped him pick it up, "I rarely see you like this." It was old Mike.
"Annoying politician."
Song Ya cursed in a low voice, took the bow tie, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and didn't want to speak any more. The two silently walked towards the parking lot, only the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground.
"Where?" Old Mike opened the back door for him.
"Come back home."
The Mercedes-Benz armored car slowly turned onto the road. The night view of Chicago’s elite districts was no worse than that of New York. Song Ya had no sense of newness. Now he can't figure out his clues at all. It's a bit ‘stupid’ in the saying.
"There can be no more perfect confidentiality. I have to find someone to discuss it. I can't do this with my own brain."
It is now mid-September, and it is very close to the time before Underwood set October, and it can't be delayed any longer.
Except for John Liu, the most reliable person now is his two private lawyers. After all, they enjoy the privilege of confidentiality with their clients. "Mike, call Goodman and ask him where he is."