"Very great, great APLUS, you and the kids are great."
Afterwards, Gore shook hands with Song Ya in full face, and pressed his shoulder with the other dummy, allowing the reporters to take pictures, "This song sells well, right?" He asked.
His happiness was pretended. The well-behaved white children and the minority celebrities with good public images are the favorite subjects of politicians to take pictures. Song Ya brought them together this time.
"Yes, the deputy commander leads the students." Song Ya in the suit replied very well.
"What about the movie?"
"The box office is also good, and it's still in theaters."
"Well done." After Gore finished shaking hands, took photos and autographs with the children, "Take them a tour here." He greeted several Capitol workers, and then left without saying anything.
After Song Ya and the children, who maintained a somewhat restrained image, were taken out of the photo hall, they went to the corridor of the Capitol.
"APLUS, go to the restaurant to chat?" Doug appeared in the shadow again, "Leave him to me, the appointment has already been made." He said to the security guard of the Capitol.
"You wait a minute."
Security will be released after confirmation via the intercom.
Separated from the children, Song Ya followed Doug to the corner. Federal Representative and Donkey Party whip Underwood and a woman in a dark blue professional suit were waiting there, "Hello, Congressman Underwood, Is this Ms. Sloan?"
Song Ya looked at the well-known female lobbyist with a handshake. The first impression was that she was thin, then she was white and blonde, about 30 years old or less, much younger and more beautiful than expected, and even brought herself a little Julia. Roberts' feelings, especially her mouth, unfortunately she didn't laugh, otherwise it should be not much smaller than Julia Roberts' big mouth.
"Yes, I am honored to meet Mr. APLUS." Sloan was very professional, followed him behind him after greeted him, and whispered: "Wait, you will see McKean and Senator John Warren in the Senator's Restaurant. , You can sit opposite them with Mr. Underwood and chat for a few minutes."
"Can't you talk while eating?" Song Ya asked.
"Uh, this is the Senate restaurant..."
"Ok."
"The steak here is good, it's more than half cheaper than the outside." Underwood laughed: "The chef is also better than the house restaurant. Everything is good. Even the congress hall can take a comfortable light rail. Can ride that **** minecart."
"Minecar?"
"A kind of shuttle bus, sucks." Underwood complained.
"When can you switch to the light rail?" Song Ya smiled.
"Ha, it's difficult. One hundred seats, two in one state, six years in one term, no term limit, everyone can't wait to die." Underwood vomited: "How else is it called the Senate."
Walking to the door of a restaurant with no traffic, "Ms. Sloan." He stopped.
"Okay." Sloan stood a little away wittily.
"APLUS, wait a minute to omit those greetings. Here we speak more bluntly than you think, but don't mention your intentions, especially the word quota. The specific benefits are left to the lobbyist." Underwood Help him tidy up his tie, "Also, don't be afraid of them, I will take care of you."
"I understand, thank you Mr. Underwood, it's all up to you."
Song Ya slightly bypassed him this time. For example, when discussing with Gore’s deputy commander’s office to meet and take a photo, he didn’t discuss it with him in advance. Underwood didn’t seem to be particularly upset. After all, he didn’t hide it from him in general. what.
"Ok."
He nodded and walked into the dining room first. The dining inside should be one of the hundred elders. "Hey, McEn, John..." He walked to a deck and stopped, with the two sitting there side by side. The standard elephant party conservative old white man said hello, because they all have military resumes, sitting upright, McKean is a little bit'broken', fatter, and has a rounder face. In contrast, John Warren has a more outstanding temperament. It is the man Elizabeth Taylor is willing to marry, although it is rumored that he married Elizabeth Taylor to increase the topic of his campaign.
"Remy?" Underwood wanted to sit down opposite the two senators, but there was already a black man in a suit and leather shoes, who looked like he was in his thirties.
"Hello, Senator Underwood."
The black man named Remy stood up and shook hands with him, looking respectful, "Then I will go first." He also saw Song Ya after greeting the two senators, "APLUS? Hey..." He also shook his hand, but deliberately ignored Sloan, "I was surprised to see you here... I have a chance to talk again, goodbye."
"Sit~www.mtlnovel.com~Underwood." John Warren was obviously accustomed to his fingers, chewing the fork steak in his mouth, and pointed at the opposite side casually.
And McKean didn't speak from beginning to end, Song Ya felt that he was quietly observing his group of people.
"Remy helped you with work before, right?" John Warren asked himself when they were seated, ignoring Songya.
Ms. Sloan, who had no seat, stood beside Song Ya who was on the outside.
"Yes, he worked as an assistant for a while, now he is helping the Koch brothers as a lobbyist?" Underwood asked rhetorically.
"Yes, those big energy companies that are disgusting, but Remy is doing just fine." John Warren said, "What can you do with your lobbyist? Sorry, I didn't order food for you."
"This kid wants to see you, just talk a few words." Underwood patted Song Ya on the shoulder, "I know you all?"
"I know, perfect score boy."
John Warren gave Song Ya a new nickname, "Hello." He held out his hand.
"Hello, Senator Warren, Senator McKean." Song Ya leaned and sat with them and shook hands.
"I heard that you grow cotton in his Arizona?" In fact, they all communicated through the other party's office in advance, knowing all the intentions, John Warren pointed to McKean next to him and asked.
"Yes, my company has signed long-term acquisition agreements with some local cotton farmers." Song Ya replied.
"Not bad, how is the scale?"
"I am steadily expanding. I plan to increase orders significantly next year, but..." Song Ya smiled, "I am currently facing some minor troubles."
"Hey, I'm in trouble, find a congressman." John Warren blinked at Song Ya, "Tell you a secret..." He leaned forward slightly, "It works if you want to find it."
"Ha!" Underwood laughed dryly.
"Yes, I do need some help." Song Ya answered sincerely.
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Senator Warren was really direct in private, and he didn't even pay much attention to political correctness. He opened his mouth when he pointed to African Americans and said a joke about growing cotton. Of course, Song Ya didn't want to express his dissatisfaction in a pretentious manner.
"Have you heard of the smile curve theory? One head and one tail have two high profits. The raw materials and technology patents at the source, the sales, brand value-added and services of the tail are all local, and other low-value-added assembly and processing are dirty work. Just leave it to others and show it on the chart, which is a curve that looks a little like a smile... Besides, even if you can keep those job opportunities in the United States, no one here wants to do it."
It is inconvenient to talk about what specific help is needed. Senator Warren shifted the topic to job opportunities, and Song Ya showed off a few words of theoretical knowledge very broadly.
"Did the old guys at the University of Chicago teach you?" the other party asked.
"Uh, I saw it at the airport bookstore..." Song Ya replied.
"Ha!" Warren smiled.
"The original text talked about the electronics industry, but there is nothing wrong with using it in the textile industry." Song Ya added.
"Do you really intend to make the brand the same as GAP?" Senator Warren shook his head: "I never heard of any celebrities doing this kind of business well."