Elizabeth Taylor doesn't help, the senators still have to meet, and it's not difficult for billionaires to do this, but Song Ya wants to be secretive, and after discussing with Scott, president of A+ Apparel, Ogilvy & Mather's public relations department, lobbyists Ms. Sloan, Daniel, Underwood and other relevant parties, he developed a roundabout strategy.

In mid-August, All-4-one's I Swear finally ended its 11-week streak and fell off the top of the Billboard charts, and for a while, Song Ya mobilized resources such as Sony Columbia Records, the Chicago Conference, and the Chicago Symphony Orchestra and Choir, and paid 500,000 yuan for the targeted charting cash, and in one fell swoop, won the extremely competitive B chart championship for Be What You want to be to be in the fierce competition for the next week.

This is his third solo singles after Remember The Name and Where Is The Love, and his fifth B-list singles as a songwriter and producer, including Empire State Of Mind female solo and London Bridge.

"You can be whoever you want to be!"

At the Capitol, Vice President and Senate Speaker Al Gore cordially received Song Ya and the Chicago Choir, and joined them in shouting the inspirational lyrics of Be What You want to Be in the hood to various long and short shots.

"It's great, it's amazing APLUS, you and the kids are great."

After that, Gore shook hands with Song Ya with a spring breeze, and pressed his shoulder with another one, allowing reporters to take pictures, "This song sells well, right?" He asked.

His happiness is not all faked, well-behaved and cute white children, minority stars with good public image are the favorite photo objects of politicians, and Song Ya brought them all this time.

"Yes, the deputy leader is the student." Song Ya, who was in a suit, replied very formally.

"What about movies?"

"The box office is also good, and it is still in theaters."

"Well done." After shaking hands, taking photos and autographs with the children, Gore said, "Take them on a tour of the place." He greeted several Capitol staff members, then hurried away without saying anything more.

Song Ya, who maintained a slightly reserved image, and the children were taken out of the photo hall and into the corridor of the Capitol.

"APLUS, LET'S GO TO THE RESTAURANT AND TALK?" Doug reappeared in the shadows, "Hand him over to me, it's already an appointment." He said to the accompanying Capitol security.

"You wait."

Security will confirm through the intercom and release you.

Separated from the children, Song Ya followed Doug to the corner, where Rep. and Donkey Party Whip Underwood and a woman in a dark blue professional suit were waiting, "Hello, Congressman Underwood, this is Ms. Sloane, right?" ”

Song Ya took a look at the well-known female lobbyist by shaking hands, and her first impression was thin, then white and blonde hair, about thirty years old or less, much younger and more beautiful than she imagined, and even brought herself a little Julia Roberts feeling, especially her mouth, but unfortunately she didn't laugh, otherwise it should be not much smaller than Julia Roberts's big mouth.

"Yes, Mr. APLUS." Sloan was very professional, and after greeting him, he followed him and whispered, "Wait until you meet McKenn and Senator John Warren in the Senator's Dining Room, and you can sit across from them with Mr. Underwood and chat for a few minutes." ”

"Can't you talk while eating?" Song Ya asked.

"Uh, it's the Senate dining room......"

"Okay."

"The steak here is good, more than half as cheap as outside." "The chef is also better than the one in the House cafeteria, everything, even to the Capitol Hall for a meeting on the comfortable light rail, and we can only take that damn minecart." ”

"Minecart?"

"A kind of shuttle, it sucks." Underwood complained.

"When will you be able to switch to light rail?" Song Ya laughed.

"Ha, it's very difficult, a hundred seats, two in one state, one for six years, there is no term limit, everyone wants to die." Underwood complained: "Otherwise, how would this place be called the Senate." ”

Walk to the door of a restaurant with no crowds, "Ms. Sloane." He stopped.

"Okay." Sloane stood a little further away with interest.

"APLUS, LET'S SKIP THOSE PLEASANTRIES, HERE WE SPEAK MUCH MORE BLUNTLY THAN YOU THINK, BUT DON'T MENTION YOUR INTENTIONS, ESPECIALLY THE WORD QUOTA, LEAVE THE SPECIFIC INTERESTS TO THE LOBBYIST." Underwood helped him straighten his tie, "Also, don't be afraid of them, I'll take care of you." ”

"I understand, thank you, Mr. Underwood, it's all up to you."

Song Ya bypassed him a little this time, such as discussing the meeting with Gore's deputy commander's office without consulting him in advance, Underwood didn't seem to be particularly unhappy, after all, he didn't hide anything from him in the general direction.

"Hmm."

He nodded, and walked into the dining room first, which should have been one of the hundred senators, "Hey, McKenn, John......" He walked over to a booth and stopped and greeted the two standard Elephant conservative old white men sitting side by side. Down' a little, slightly chubby, with a rounder face, in comparison, John Warren's temperament is more outstanding, after all, he is the man Elizabeth Taylor is willing to marry, although it is rumored that he married Elizabeth Taylor back then in order to add topicality to his campaign.

"Remy?" Underwood wanted to sit down across from the two senators, but there was already a black man in a suit and leather shoes, looking like he was in his thirties.

"Hello, Councillor Underwood."

The black man named Remy stood up and shook his hand, looking respectful, "Then I'll go first." He also saw Song Ya after greeting the two senators, "APLUS? Hey......" reached out and shook his hand, but deliberately ignored Sloane, "I'm surprised to see you here...... There will be a chance to talk again, goodbye. ”

"Sit, Underwood." John Warren was visibly obsessed, chewing on the steak in his mouth and casually pointing to the opposite side.

McCain didn't speak the whole time, and Song Ya felt that he was quietly watching his group.

"Remy used to do the work for you, didn't he?" When the two of them sat down, John Warren ignored Song Ya and asked himself.

Ms. Sloane, who had no seat, stood next to Song Ya on the outside.

"Yes, he was an assistant for a while, and now he's working as a lobbyist for the Koch brothers?" Underwood asked rhetorically.

"Yes, those big energy companies that you hate, but Remy is doing okay." John Warren said, "What's the matter with you bringing lobbyists?" Sorry, I didn't order for you. ”

"This kid wants to meet you, just talk a few words." Underwood patted Song Ya on the shoulder, "You know them all, right?" ”

"I know, perfect boy."

John Warren gave Song Ya a new nickname, "Hello. He held out his hand.

"Hello, Senator Warren, Senator McCahn." Song Ya leaned over and shook hands with them.

"I heard you grow cotton in his Arizona?" In fact, they had communicated through the other party's office in advance, and they understood everything, John Warren pointed to McCaen, who was beside him, and asked.

"Yes, my company has long-term purchase agreements with some local cotton farmers." Song Ya replied.

"Not bad, how about the scale?"

"I'm expanding steadily, and I'm going to increase my orders significantly next year, but ......," Song Ya smiled, "I'm currently facing some minor troubles." ”

"Hehe, there's trouble, find the councillor." John Warren winked at Song Ya, "Tell you a secret...... he leaned forward slightly, "If you want to find it, you can find it." ”

"Hah!" Underwood chuckled.

"Yes, I do need some help." Song Ya replied sincerely.