"As a friend of African-American voters, I have to say that I do resent the words and actions of some hip-hop singers, who are self-proclaimed, who lack reverence, who are always setting a bad example of society, and whose lyrics are full of shootings, shelling, and other criminal acts...... They are also keen to stir up hatred between regions......"

At school at noon, Song Yazheng was eating in the cafeteria with Michelle's husband, and on the TV news, Bob Dole, the Senate majority leader who had announced his candidacy for the '96 election, suddenly opened fire on the hip-hop music circle in an interview.

"This guy doesn't want black tickets at all? Not long ago, he also expressed his stance against the affirmative action movement at the University of California, saying that he opposes the university's admission system based on affirmative action for black people...... He said that this resulted in reverse discrimination and reverse discrimination. ”

Some nearby students quietly looked at themselves, feeling swept to the tail of the typhoon, and Song Ya complained unhappily.

“Emmm……”

Michelle's husband muttered for a while, "Actually, there is some truth, I was insulted by white people when I was excellent at Haval, and I was really unhappy at the time. ”

"Wow, don't let Jesse Jackson hear you, Xueba, he just scolded Bob Dole, accusing him of wanting to return to the era of racial discrimination." Song Ya quipped.

"I'm running for the state House of Representatives for the Hyde Park constituency next year, so I have to be careful what I say."

Michelle's husband smiled heartily: "You've now exercised to be more and more sensitive to politics. ”

In fact, everyone's psychology is like a mirror, the current college admissions policy is indeed beneficial to African Americans, so it must be unfair to other ethnic groups, doesn't Jesse Jackson know? We all know, but African-Americans naturally have a racist card in their hands, and they have to play crazy when they should fight for the interests of their own race, Jesse Jackson is in the front, and he is more radical to bear the criticism, and the other moderate majority silently enjoy the benefits.

After all, the current preferential intensity is equivalent to a full plus point from the high school grade point average, or a few hundred points from the SAT! Although I still can't pass the Asian ......

"That is, I was targeted, and I didn't dare to be politically correct in college essays."

Song Ya saw Linda appear at the door of the cafeteria, "I'm sorry, you keep eating, I'll go first." ”

"Professor Ibson is waiting for you at the business school."

Linda took him to business school, where today she is going to meet billionaire Roger Ebonson, an academic and business tycoon and one of the founders of Chicago Morningstar.

"APLUS, GLAD." He has now gone to Yale to teach, but often returns to the school where he has been teaching for more than ten years, and at the age of 50, his eyes under the lenses always reveal a childlike curiosity, and he has a very intellectual temperament, "How can we help you?" ”

"I need investment and management consulting services."

Song Ya wasted no time, "O'Grady has already shown you my plan for a new TV station, right?" ”

"Yes, the first African-American 24-hour news station, ACN? Is that right? The big guy asked with a smile.

"Well, I may not be able to figure out the name, ABC took the lead, and it will be changed to A+CN or something like that when the time comes......"

Song Ya replied honestly.

"No problem, do you understand our fees?" The big guy asked again.

"I know, it's expensive, but I'm a layman in the TV industry, which requires a highly specialized division of labor and fast-paced production methods, and I need help from a professional company."

Song Ya briefly introduced his current progress, in fact, the plan has been fully listed, "I signed a letter of intent with Comcast to broadcast exclusively on the other party's TV network, Comcast promised that after the project was officially launched, I would give my TV station about 45 minutes of channel resources for the broadcast of evening news pilot programs, and then it will be extended to the entire daytime, and then there will be a separate 24-hour broadcast channel." Comcast wants to set ratings checkpoints at all milestones, otherwise my TV station will only get 276, 342 and other bad channels, and cable subscribers can't afford to keep track of that number. ”

"O'Grady is very supportive of this plan, and his Northern Trust may participate in angel investment in this new TV station."

"You know, Gordon, the best African-American news presenter, joined my station, and he jumped out of BET because he wanted to be the manager of the station, but he didn't have the management skills, or at least not enough to control the whole pre-stage. He just had a showdown with BET boss Johnson yesterday, Johnson was very angry, and in order to appease the media tycoon, he and I promised not to poach anyone from BET, not to get involved in the entertainment market that BET is good at, and my clothing and brewing companies will increase advertising in BET......"

Song Ya said, and Ibsen listened quietly, "You still have a brewing company?" He asked, surprised.

"Yes, vodka, it's my gift to myself for my twenty-first birthday, after all, that's the age when I can legally drink alcohol, and my second album will be named '21'."

Song Yacai will not show Damon Dash's wild road to the city's popular theory of bringing goods in front of this kind of big guy.

"It's very interesting......

Ibson nodded, "You're going to use the inner city broadcaster's human resources to build the basic framework of the new TV station, right?" But I didn't see any mention in the proposal about the progress of your acquisition of the Inner City Broadcasting Company. "He's very well-informed.

"It's not a rumored acquisition, I've only talked about capital injections from the beginning, and I'm still too early to reach an agreement with them, so ......"

"So you're going to use the pre-HR investigation in the capital injection negotiations to assist you with your poaching plan?" Ibson's eyes lit up and he praised: "Your business methods are very aggressive. ”

"Uh, no, no!"

Song Ya hurriedly waved his hand and refused to admit it, "I'm still inclined to inject capital, but there should be other competitors over there, and Pierre Sutton, the president of the Inner City Broadcasting Company, seems to think that a better deal can be negotiated with me...... But my new TV plan can't afford to wait. ”

"I learned ......"

Roger Eberson asked some other questions and had a great conversation, until the afternoon class time was almost up, Song Ya got up to say goodbye, both sides verbally expressed their willingness to cooperate, and he further stated that Morningstar may also join ACN, oh no, A+CN's early investment.

"How?" Linda, who was waiting outside, asked.

"Looks like I'm very fond of him."

Song Ya gave full marks to her performance.

"You can always be likable." Linda handed him a handwritten note, "This is your outline for answering questions from reporters after school, and someone should come to block you and ask you what you think of Bob Dole's noon DISS gang rap circle." ”

"It's hard to do, I can't react as violently as Jesse Jackson, and I can't completely get rid of myself, and Vic's case......"

Song Ya watched as she walked, and Linda basically wrote some clichés about tai chi, which was a relatively safe way to deal with it, "Okay, that's it, I'll memorize it between classes, and you can polish it again." ”

Soon, when it was time for school to end, he was intercepted by several reporters in the parking lot.

"The hip-hop scene does have its own problems, but the reason for them is the general confusion of the urban black poor, who lack job opportunities......"

I was talking to the camera when I suddenly heard some voices approaching quickly, and my eyes rolled to look, oh, Cassity.

Well? How could she come to see her at such a time? Behind him, there are these white men and women who look crooked and cracked.

As her mind turned, she suddenly saw Cassidi raise her hand, and an object flew out of her right hand and went straight to her face, bigger and bigger.

'Smack! ’

Hit the forehead, painful ...... It wasn't painful, but some sticky fluid slid down my cheeks, and it felt disgusting, and there was a fishy smell, uh, the smell of eggs.

“M-F……”

The foul words were only halfway out of his mouth, 'Smack! He smacked again, and his eyes were glazed over.

"Go back first!" I only knew that I was dragged by Old Mike to run outside the teaching building, and I was chased by the photographer behind me.

"Don't shoot anymore, don't shoot again!" Linda yelled.

"Long live free expression! Expulsion is unjust! Protest! Protest! The University of Chicago was expelled unfairly! ”

Before being pushed into the school building by the bodyguards, he heard Cassidi already leading people to shout slogans neatly, and the photographer didn't chase after them, maybe to photograph them.

"WTF, what is this! What the hell are you doing with Cassidy!? ”

The brain hasn't turned a corner yet.

"Clean up the kids, Linda, go to the trunk and get clean clothes." Old Mike took him into the nearest bathroom in the building.

"I'm sorry boss, I saw that it was Cassiti and I didn't stop it......" Mawota whispered.

"What a fucking ......"

Song Ya put her fingers stained with egg liquid under her nose and sniffed it, fortunately, it was indeed just an egg, it seemed to be a little unfresh......

Old Michael went to open a few partitions in the bathroom and checked, "Now is not the time to blame yourself Mawota, go and guard the door, hang up the sign in the cleaning......"

No matter what, just put your head under the faucet and clean it up.

The cold water was rushed, and the more I thought about it, the more angry I became, I guess I had never been smashed with an egg in my two lives, but it was Cassidy......

It will definitely be in the news when the time comes......

And what is this called, I am so good to her, quietly treat her younger brothers and sisters, quietly give cash, even if I hate because of love......

If it weren't for her stormtrooper's dad who disobeyed his orders and shot the FBI inspector alone......

All the big troubles that I am hiding now are related to that incident, such as if it weren't for this hidden danger, how could I dig up a Gordon and work hard to appease the black media boss Johnson, and if the price of the inner city broadcaster can be pressed to 20 million, it is estimated that 20 million and smashed into the bottomless pit, not because I especially need the support of the black media now.

His face grew gloomy.

"Chest, kid." Old Mike reminded.

Bowing his head, a large yellow stain on his chest, "FXXK!" "Quickly take off the T-shirt and turn it over as a towel to wipe your hair.

"Miss Cassidy, are you still here?" Outside, Mawota's angry voice could be heard.

"I'm sorry, can you let me meet him? I want to apologize to him in person......" Cassidy said weakly.

"Cassidy, what are you doing!?" Old Mike went out and asked in a low voice.

"I'm sorry...... I ......" she cried, "I need to expose ......"

"The boss ...... you"

"Mike!" Song Ya stopped Old Mike from saying too much to her, "Let her in." ”

Old Mike brought Cassidy in, and the girl lowered her head, the fingers of her hands intertwined, and twisted unconsciously, "APLUS, I'M SORRY, I NEED ......"

"Exposure, yes? Heat, yes? ”

Glancing at the poor blonde girl with a pestle over there from the mirror of the sink, her eyes were cold, "Hehe, the performance art is good, Miss Cassidy." ”

"I ...... Woo-woo-woo......" she cried, "I'm sorry APLUS, I know you asked someone to quietly give me some cash last time......"

"Wait! Mike, search her. ”

Song Ya coldly ordered while rubbing the back of his neck, Cassiti had changed too much, and he couldn't take risks now.

"What? No! I didn't bring the recording......" she shouted aggrievedly.

"Uh, Miss Cassity, please spread your hands to your sides......" Old Mike stopped her, "I'm sorry, I'm an old man, please don't mind......"

"Coward!" She opened her arms, her face turned red with anger, and scolded here: "Don't you dare to look at me, don't you dare to face me? It's kind of you can search for it yourself! ”

I've never heard of such a request!

Song Ya dropped the T-shirt casually, walked over in a few steps, grabbed her by one arm, and roughly carried her into the partition at the back.

"Whew! What are you doing APLUS, you hurt me, let go! She screamed.

Playing politics, right? Playing extreme white organizations, right? Aryan goddess, right? Hit me with an egg, right?

'Bang!'

He pushed her in and closed the door of the wash-off with his backhand.