The news fermented very quickly, and the four pilots were later confirmed dead, and then the units concerned said that the plane was shot down by the Cubans. Although they are Cuban exiles, they have already obtained Minian nationality, that is, four Mimi pilots died, and this serious diplomatic incident quickly made headlines.

"Cuban exiles are just a consumable for us, right?"

Song Ya flipped through the newspaper in the car, "The Bay of Pigs invasion in the sixties was captured thousands of people at one time, and nearly 100 people died. We were shot down more planes that time. ”

"Otherwise, there are rumors that Kennedy was assassinated by the powerful department because he was too soft on Cuba and paid the only indemnity for defeat in the history of the United States in order to get back the prisoners."

Goodman smiled: "Besides, there was still the CCCP to contain us back then, and now?" Hehe, the Cubans even dared to shoot down the American plane......"

"I flew a spy plane to invade the airspace more than 30 times, and I can't blame anyone if I was shot down......

Song Ya complained, "I feel that someone instructed them to touch porcelain, even if they don't shoot it down yesterday, one day the Cubans will not be able to stand it." Now, Ms. Sloan called in Washington to say that the sanctions bill pushed by Jesse Holmes and Danburton was likely to pass quickly by the House and Senate, and before that incident, lawmakers were laughing at the radical provisions of the bill. ”

"It's okay for the council to pass it, just if the general doesn't approve it."

Goodman also did some research, "Article 3 of the bill is completely inoperable, with regard to the property confiscated by the Cuban government of companies and individuals, the citizens of the United States can file a lawsuit in the courts of the United States against the Cuban entities that use the property and the foreign companies with which they have economic and trade dealings?" This is tantamount to offending all the countries that are doing business with Cuba, the vast majority of which are our European allies. ”

"Long-arm jurisdiction......"

"Ms. Sloan told me that the current president actually needs the cooperation of Jesse Helms, the chairman of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, on many key issues, such as the reform of the United Nations, the selection of the next secretary of state, and the investigation of the Whitewater case. ”

"Don't think too much about APLUS, it's good for you, isn't it? At least Jesse Helms doesn't have time for you, and maybe he'll need some key votes from the African American caucus at this point. Goodman laughed.

"I don't have that much influence over the black caucus......"

While chattering, Old Michael pulled the car to the door of Hyde Park and stopped, and Reverend William smiled and pulled the door open for Aunt Susie, and the two sat in.

"You know, William, I don't like to go to those white churches north of town." Aunt Susie twisted the bucket and coquettishly to Reverend William.

"It's been a hard time for APLUS, Susie, you're already a member of our church district council, and you have to be aware of the communication affairs......"

"Well, okay. How am I dressed today? ”

"It's beautiful, Susie......"

"Nasty! will be sweet......"

"Hey......

Song Ya could only silently listen to the two flirting, and then quietly rolled her eyes at Goodman in the front seat to express her helplessness.

Today I went to 'meet' the old Barn, the old man's life trajectory is very simple, he spends a lot of time in the country club in the northern suburbs of Chicago, when the weather is good, he will play that kind of ball game with his old friends on the lawn court outside the club, and stay in it to read the newspaper when the weather is bad, drink some wine with friends, taste cigars or antiques, gossip all over the world, exchange various messages, call stockbrokers...... Anyway, it's exactly that kind of standard, not tossing at all, the retirement life of the old money.

Song Ya, the kind of membership-based country club, couldn't get in, so he made an excuse to visit...... It's not impossible, but his complexion is too eye-catching, and it's completely white territory.

Fortunately, Barn Sr. did not come out completely, he would regularly go to church to pray, listen to sermons, and occasionally participate in some charity and other activities organized by his church.

This time, I went there to preach and block him, so I had to bring William and Aunt Susie as cover.

In the church, William's position was much more important than his own, and he could take Aunt Susie to sit in the side VIP seats when the local pastor preached, while Song Ya himself could only sit in the front row of the audience.

"William, welcome. Oh, this is APLUS, I'm glad you're here. ”

Through a pre-coordinated event between the Christianity churches, before the sermon meeting, the white pastor came over to shake hands and greet him, and he looked at Aunt Susie, "Who is this?" ”

"It's an aunt from APLUS and a member of our parish council." William introduced: "Susie. ”

"It's an honor to meet you, Mrs. Susie."

"Ma'am."

"Lady Susie, please take a seat, sit down."

The whites had already entered the church one after another, almost all of them were old men and women of the middle and upper classes in the neighborhood, and it was difficult to see young people or even middle-aged people, Song Ya sat down with Old Mac and Goodman, and from time to time smiled friendly at the 'parishioners' who cast surprised glances at unfamiliar faces.

There is no star chaser of their own here, and the old men and ladies still smile or greet them with cold courtesy, and Song Ya is not interested in them. Soon, the figure of the elder Barn appeared at the door, he was already the rude and energetic old man who had just cooperated with Edward on the Bath Chemical spin-off case a few years ago, his hair was all white, and his body began to be rickety, holding an elegant white lady, who should be his wife.

Old Barn also saw his piercing eyes, and he didn't have any special emotions, Song Ya was showing him a look that was surprised by a chance encounter, and he and his wife were already sitting in the old seats in the front row of the audience across the aisle.

"Did you read today's news? Cuba killed four more of our men. ”

"Our people? No, they're just killing each other, they've been doing this for more than thirty years......"

"That is, what does it have to do with us?"

"Sanctions...... Will we be able to get a penny back from Cuba? Cubans have been self-sufficient for more than 30 years. ”

"Damn, Havana cigars are going to go up again......"

Before the official start of the sermon, the old men sat down and chatted about nothing more than politics, Song Ya straightened his ears and listened silently, they were unexpectedly not as hateful as the media showed, perhaps because the Chicago consortium was the farthest away from Cuba compared with other consortiums in the United States, and it was already a step slower in the investment boom in Cuba that year, so except for the Italian and Irish gangsters in Chicago at that time, other local whites basically had no interests there.

Even these people seem to have a bit of schadenfreude and a bit of a joke in it.

"I am honored to have our distinguished guests here today, Pastor William of Southside Baptist Church, and Ms. Susie, a member of the local parish council."

The white pastor introduced William and Susie to the crowd after the sermon, and Aunt Susie, who was no longer the one who had been the one who had been to raise the voice of a black aunt at a school event, had sat in her chair and smiled, beckoned, and bowed to the applause from the audience.

"Pastor William will give us a wonderful sermon."

The white pastor gave up the pulpit to William.

William's eloquence and 'Typhoon' were completely fine, although the white old money in the audience did not show any emotion to the enthusiastic speech of the different black style of the southern city, but the basic politeness was very good, the Bible was not long, and the people present were all old believers, and they were very skilled in either applauding or responding to the key passages of the speech.

Song Ya also showed his 'pious' side in a timely manner, listened to it with fascination, and fully integrated into the absolute mainstream cultural activities of this rice country.

"Thank you, thank you all, God bless us, bless America."

William ended the sermon with an incision.

Everyone left the table one after another, and Song Ya was about to catch up with the old Barnes, "APLUS, by the way, I have something to talk about, can you talk about it?" "I didn't expect to be stopped by a white pastor who had always thought he was a tool man.

"Uh...... Good. Now it is too obvious to ignore the other party to chase after Old Barn, Song Ya reluctantly stopped, and saw Goodman walking alone with a shrewd approach to Old Barn and relieved his heart slightly, "Is there anything I can do to help you?" He asked the white pastor.

"Well, our church is rehearsing the hymn for Easter, I think...... Maybe you can help us with some guidance. ”

The other party smiled embarrassedly: "You know, our diocese is willing to participate in this kind of activity are all old people, as well as their grandchildren in the nearby school. Dozens of elderly people and dozens of children...... I only rehearsed it once a while ago, and to tell you the truth, it was a disaster for me personally, and maybe it was beyond the reach of my church. ”

"What's the track?" Song Ya asked.

"You wait." The white pastor excitedly went to get his men to fetch the lyrics.

"I see." Song Ya flipped through it casually, the old-fashioned white country hymn style, the lyrics and songs were not impressed, and he hummed to the tune casually, which felt very mediocre, and the chorus part was also a little too difficult for amateurs, "These are ......"

"It was my predecessor who wrote the lyrics, uh, it's an oldie song, and I'm actually just like William, and I've ......been in office for a short time," the white pastor explained.

"Okay, I'll take it back and let the experts of A+ Records study it first, and then I'll send someone over ......" Song Ya could only agree to the other party with a face full of anticipation.

"That's great!"

Ending this episode, Song Ya went out and bumped into Goodman who was returning alone, "That old man seems to have seen through our motives and doesn't want to talk to you about anything. Goodman shrugged and said helplessly.

"It's a nuisance." Song Yayang raised the lyrics and music manuscripts in his hand, and said with a wry smile: "I didn't do it and took on a job......

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