"Lisa Pressley has officially filed for divorce, and MJ still hasn't said anything."

After a night in Washington, Songya was briskly walked out of the hotel by Pierre Sutton, president of the Inner City Broadcasting Company, Linda McCall, president of A+ Records, Sloan, political consultant, Hamlin, lawyer, Dr. May, administrative assistant, and Taraghi, entertainment assistant, and their men, accompanied by two A+CN correspondents.

Coupled with the perimeter security, the 'APLUS delegation' has a huge lineup today.

Although it was just a small hearing that was not even live, and the content was not critical, everyone was still very nervous about the boss's first appearance on this stage.

On the one hand, the smear of hard-copy magazines at the end of last year and the follow-up revelations of other gossip media still caused a lot of damage to the public favorability of Song Ya and his wife.

On the other hand, as the highly anticipated Black Light, Linda and Pierre and even the Manhattan Gang were very happy that he was invited to testify, an achievement that other black singers and sports stars did not have an easy time accomplishing.

"Because of what?" Waving to the reporters who were guarding outside frantically shouting their names, Song Ya got into the car, there was no interview, there were too many people, and the reporters couldn't squeeze in, and he was also worried that the kind of movie scene that Mariah Carey said would really happen.

Linda replied, "Lisa said there were irreconcilable differences. ”

"I'm asking the real reason." Song Ya said.

"Who knows, there are all the gossip newspapers say, there is no shortage of very vicious speculation, don't care about others, have you memorized the book?" Linda was more nervous than he was.

"Who am I? Linda, I'm going to prepare for the LSAT (Law School Admission Test) when I get my bachelor's degree this year. ”

Song Ya raised the thick document in her hand, which Ms. Sloan had prepared.

"It's difficult, don't take it lightly, don't be frustrated if you don't play well, take your time and take the test a few more times." In order not to be photographed by reporters sharing the car with a beautiful blonde girl with a big mouth, Sloan went to the back car in a low-key manner, and Hamlin temporarily took over the task of yin and yang.

The bodyguard came running from behind and knocked on the window, and the old Mike started the car and followed the convoy into the traffic in Washington.

"Hmph, don't underestimate me Hamlin."

Song Ya is very confident in his exam ability, although it is indeed difficult to get into, there are doctors, tuition fees are very expensive, and the study cycle is still long, of course, the income and social status of these two groups are considered the top of the working class.

"Do you need me to help you prepare?" Hamlin asked with a smile.

"Jimmy promised me to help, he's younger than you and retains more memory of exams than you." Song Ya fought back.

"Haha, indeed." Hamlin laughed: "By the way, in the cat-and-mouse game, did that liar Abagonel really pass the BAR (bar exam) once after two weeks of self-study?" ”

"Don't take any of the boasts of an old liar who took the exam three or four times and got the exam with a fake Harvard Law School degree." Song Ya replied.

"That's also amazing, after all, he didn't have a lot of knowledge of law before." Hamlin lamented.

"Well, otherwise how could so many liars be called legends just by him? That guy is very beautiful now, taking advantage of the momentum of the movie's hot sales to give speeches and sell books, and he is also asking for a price in the film industry with the film adaptation rights of his new book "The Art of Stealing". ”

"Would you buy a sequel to the cat-and-mouse game?" Hamlin asked.

"If the price is right, Linton of Hollywood Studios is more interested than me." Song Ya shook his head slightly, there is no apocalypse, he has nothing to do, if Abagonel blackmails too much, it doesn't matter, at present, Hollywood's adaptation rights to that book have entered a number of chasing sellers' markets, and it is difficult for him to compete with those big companies, and he is really not very interested.

"Let's take a look again, stop chatting." Linda patted the document in his hand and reminded, "It's almost there." ”

"Hmm."

The hotel he chose was not far from Capitol Hill, and after the convoy was inspected at the door, except for the most trusted old Mike and Marvota, the other bodyguards were forbidden to enter, and he and Hamlin, Linda, Pierre, Sloane and other people in suits and leather shoes walked steadily and firmly to the hearing hall of the House of Representatives with the guidance of the staff.

"Wow, Wow, Wow, Wow, Wow......"

And the game of thrones music, uh, doesn't seem to be appropriate......

The group was dressed in expensive and low-key clothes, shiny leather shoes, and everyone except themselves was carrying various briefcases, all of whom were top professionals in all directions, which was very reassuring.

Earlier, Underwood and Rrangel appeared, laughing and passing by, and Underwood took a chance to wink mischievously at himself.

Well, there are a lot of people nearby, and Song Ya nodded slightly, even if he said hello, with them to take care of him, it would be foolproof.

Click!

As soon as I entered the hall, a series of shutters sounded, and the reporters' flashing lights lit up wildly.

Song Ya frowned habitually, but immediately sounded Sloan's instructions, and stood up and politely squeezed out the chairman's smile.

It's just a small-scale hearing that has nothing to do with the voting situation, it is not live, it goes through the motions, but because of his fame, according to Sloan, this kind of hearing usually does not have so many reporters.

It's really not a big scene, it's just a long rostrum where the legislators sit in a row of hearings, the nameplates have all been placed, and the legislators have not yet come, and it is empty.

Directly opposite the presidium was a row of slightly lower long tables, with their nameplate also resting in the middle of the table, with seats at the back and on the sides, arranged somewhat like a courtroom, with side seats for the media, and the back rows of seats like auditoriums were allocated to their own attachés and other observers.

"Go sit down."

Ms. Sloan whispered to him: "As promised, don't behave inappropriately in front of the media." ”

"I know, steady."

Song Ya sat down with the document in his hand, adjusted the chair to a comfortable position, and the document was placed on the table in front of him, a little crooked, and he adjusted it slightly. Due to his height, he felt that his hands were a little nowhere to put them, he tried to hang down, felt bad, and raised it up to support the table, well, this posture seems to be a bit too studenty, I am already a media boss...... So switch to a compromise of laying one arm flat, the other elbow down, and holding the document with only the palm of your hand.

Hamlin sat on his left, Linda to his right, Sloane and Pierre directly behind him, their necks stretched out to whisper, and the others sat roughly around them.

"APLUS, CAN I SEE THE CAMERA?"

In this kind of solemn place, everyone's behavior will not be in line with the standards of the entertainment industry, those reporters squatted and moved in front of him, greeting him in a very low voice, and there was no loud conversation at the scene, only the occasional disturbing slight coughing sound from the back.

He grinned and continued to smile at the camera.

A few reporters had enough of filming, and then moved over in a squatting position.

"Seems early?" He knocked on the microphone, found the key position of this style, it was indeed closed, and then still very carefully covered the microphone with one hand, tilted his head, and covered the back of the other hand in front of his mouth, and asked Sloane, who knew the process best.

"Yes, just wait." Sloan replied.

It's a bit different from the video, and maybe the footage he watched on the fly was directly from the interrogation stage of the hearing. Song Ya looked at the back auditorium, there were already some people who didn't know whether it was politicians or the media sitting down, the reporters had been filming and filming, he pursed his lips, and put back the complaints of how long he had to wait.

"Thirsty?"

Linda conjured a bottle of mineral water from her briefcase like an old mother and placed it in front of him.

"Ahem, trademark." Ms. Sloan coughed.

Song Ya casually ripped off the trademark paper and stuffed it into his pocket, and the reporters snickered in a low voice. What to laugh at? Really! He struggled to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

Finally, two representatives from the black caucus walked in at the entrance, both from Wrangel's side, but according to Ms. Sloane's instructions, Song Ya did not make any eye contact with them, and only had a formal conversation when questioned by the other party.

The two black male congressmen have been talking to each other since they took their seats, and they don't know what they are talking about, but the two of them are quite happy and laughing all the time.

Then some of the white legislators came, both men and women, presumably as well.

“M-fxxk！ What about administrative efficiency? ”

It feels like those people don't take themselves and this hearing seriously at all! Song Ya was a little unhappy to be despised on the contrary, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, drank saliva, suppressed the inner spouting complaints, opened the document and planned to 'make up the lesson' again, but instantly remembered that the reporters were still close to pressing the shutter, so he closed it again and did not take a picture.