The Affirmative Action rally was held in a gymnasium at the University of Chicago, and it was rudimentary, with colorful balloons and banners, and the Baptist pastor and Michelle, who had worked with him last time in the promotion of the letter to De Klerk, took turns to speak, and most of the attendees were black.

"Uh......"

After singing, Song Ya hurriedly found Michelle and looked embarrassed, "Can you pinch off the part I sing?" I noticed that there were cameras on the scene. ”

"Is it because it's out of tune?" Michelle was very reasonable, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'll go say hello, it won't spread out." ”

"Thank you so much."

Song Ya breathed a sigh of relief, "I've been running propaganda recently, I'm very tired, and I encountered a robbery ...... in Miami yesterday."

"Robbery!" Michelle exclaimed, "Are you alright?" ”

"It's fine."

Song Ya smiled bitterly, she was robbed for the first time after crossing, but she didn't expect it to be not in Chicago's South City, where the security is bad, but in Miami. After the Bay of Pigs incident, the United States continued to criticize Cuba for restricting immigration, but the Cubans simply did the opposite, and released 150,000 prisoners, mentally ill people, hooligans, and prostitutes of all kinds.

"Alas, it's all the same, and the security in Nancheng is getting worse and worse." Michelle complained, "The University of Chicago is like an island. ”

Saying goodbye to Michelle, Songya and DeLay and Al drove to Councillor Underwood's campaign headquarters, but there was no way, the time was a bit conflicting, so they could only rush to the field. Conditions were much better, with long bars filled with snacks and drinks, and white and black people in suits and leather shoes, being held by their wives and shuttling through with wine glasses in hand.

After Song Ya entered, he was also greeted with a polite attention, probably because of his casual attire.

The black female assistant who had been to the school last time took them to the dining table and said, "Use whatever you want." She politely greeted the three of them before leaving.

"Isn't there a show?" Al picked up a macaron and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Wait." DeLay stopped a passing waiter, and each of the three took a glass of champagne from the plate he was holding.

"Is there a camera?" Song Ya only cares about this.

"I don't think so." DeLay circled the place and came back and said.

Song Ya was relieved, the three of them ate and drank, and they had a good time, and suddenly an old white man knocked on ......the glass with a fork.

Song Ya was a little faceless to these old, white, Anglo-Saxon Protestant men, who were supposed to be big men of the donkey party anyway, and everyone stopped talking and gathered together.

"Twenty years ago, I met a guy who worked very, very hard......"

The old man touted Congressman Underwood from childhood to adulthood, and all in all he was good enough, and everyone chose him right, "Ladies and gentlemen, Federal Councillor, Mr. Underwood." He ended up introducing Councillor Underwood.

"Thank you, thank you." Underwood smiled and beckoned to stand where the old man had left.

Song Ya smiled and applauded the councillors together with the people in a half-circle, which is also a kind of 'etiquette', a kind of 'ritual', and it is right to do it when you are in it, there is no room for unconventionality.

"You didn't say that about me twenty years ago, remember one time I was lazy......"

Underwood first told a self-deprecating joke, then recalled the difficult journey since entering politics, and then elaborated his political position, "I am very supportive of the military operation of the commander of America in the Middle East, although I am not a party with him, but I ...... the unauthorized invasion of Iraq."

Finally, "...... I then handed it over to my wife, Claire, and of course, it wasn't a good idea to say that, because she was always in charge of everything. ”

Song Ya laughed again as the people did.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the dance begins, have fun." Claire said it succinctly.

Light jazz music rang out in the venue.

"Mr. Song, it's your turn in half an hour." The black female assistant came over again to remind.

After changing a few songs, "Ladies and gentlemen, APLUS, I feel it coming." With Claire's introduction, Song Ya came on stage and shook hands with her, DeLay and Al were already ready, the prelude sounded, he learned his lesson and finished singing seriously.

Fortunately, the car did not roll over again, and he bowed to the applause of the crowd.

The black female assistant brought him into an office inside the campaign headquarters, "Thank you APLUS, I'm glad you came, and of course, thank you for donating to my campaign." Councillor Underwood put her arms around his shoulders affectionately, and Claire laughed as she spoke.

"Again, I'm your fan Mr. Congressman, uh, I don't know much about politics, is it time to run for the Senate next?" Song Ya patted her ass, "I still have the check ready." ”

"Hahaha!"

Underwood laughed, "Politics isn't that simple, but thank you anyway." He politely said, "My wife has something to do with you, you can talk to her." Then he went out to socialize.

"Farewell to South Africa, you have impressed me again, Mr. Song." Claire is still so elegant.

Song Ya replied, "Thank you, you and Councillor Underwood have also had a successful career, haven't they?" ”

The other party lowered his head and smiled, "Did you just come from Michelle?" ”

"Yes, her affirmative action organization is also gathering today."

"Hehe, about South Africa, I think she should be bothered right now, right?"

"Uh, what's that?"

"Don't you know?"

"I've been busy promoting ...... single lately"

Claire took a newspaper from the table.

Song Ya swept his eyes, as if it was a high-ranking ANC speaker who spoke in favor of polygamy.

"Racial Equality and Women's Rights...... Seems to be a bit of a conflict, huh? Claire chuckled.

"Well, this guy doesn't represent Mandela, does he?" Song Ya secretly put himself in Michelle's shoes and thought about it, which was quite embarrassing.

"Yes."

Claire didn't dwell on the topic, he pulled a business card out of his handbag, "An old friend in Chicago asked you to contact him." ”

It seems that Michelle was not wrong when he said that the other party was a broker, and Song Ya took the business card, and it was Michael, the CEO of CAA, Michael Ovitz.

"Wow, big shot." Song Ya knows that the CAA boss was recently voted the most powerful person in Hollywood in 1990.

"Let's talk to him more." Claire laughed.

"Thank you, Lady Underwood."

"Just call me Claire."

With the big man's business card in his pocket, he said goodbye, and a white man in his thirties was already waiting at the door.

"APLUS, yes? John, John Roman. He offered to hold out his hand, "It's a dentist." ”

"Uh, hello, Dr. Roman." Song Yaxin said that her teeth are very good.

"Call me John, thank you for giving my girlfriend a chance." Dr. Roman was passionate.

"Female ......" Song Ya was stunned, "Who is your girlfriend?" ”

"Halle Berry, the MV heroine of the song you just sang, do you remember?"

Ha......

Song Yaxin said I remember it too well, but why have I never heard her mention that she has a dentist boyfriend in Chicago? Dentists are a lucrative profession, "John, how are you ...... with her?"

"Oh, he and I met last year."

Dr. Roman is a mediocre and unsociable man, and 1510 told the two about their relationship, "Hehe, I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it, we haven't met a few times in total, and we have established a relationship." ”

Song Ya listened to his words, and she didn't even kiss Halle Berry's face, a typical spare tire that feels good about herself!

"I worked with her once, and I haven't been in touch since, so I don't know how she's doing in Hollywood." He didn't want to irritate the other party.

"Yes, it's not easy to have a glamorous image in Hollywood."

Dr. Roman sighed: "In order to help her manage her image, I plan to spend some money, after all, I heard her say that there is a chance to seek an important supporting role that is likely to compete for the Oscars, but I don't know how to do it, no, I came to ask you......"

"Ahem......"

Song Ya almost laughed out loud, Harley is really a good hand, but I don't know how many spare tires she has like Dr. Roman......

"Ask herself, I probably don't know much about Hollywood yet, John."