"Congratulations, Lord Whip, it's incredible! I looked at the predictions of various media before, and thought that we could only get 210 seats at most. 218?!Hoho... This number can be considered a brilliant victory, right?"

The next day, he was still shooting a training scene, with a few more supporting roles and teammates, passing and shooting, and so on. Song Ya would have fewer scenes than Mira. During the shooting interval, he finally contacted Underwood and congratulated the other party enthusiastically: "Everyone is saying that if we were not for you, we would not have achieved such a success!"

"Haha, don't say that APLUS. All the colleagues in the election have made great efforts, and I am just a humble party whip in the House of Representatives." Underwood smiled and exclaimed, but he could hear it was very proud.

"So... we are now a majority party in the House of Representatives. So next year, will I change my words and call you Lord Speaker?" Song Ya continued to flatter.

"There is no chance, there is a House leader above, and the Speaker is his." Underwood said.

"That's a pity. I think the current commander needs to repay you well."

With Sloan around to teach Washington's political trends, Song Ya actually knew it very well that Underwood is likely to be his party whip next year and reward him for his merits. The authority of the internal party committee may be much greater.

Just say some compliments that don't have money, "As long as the House of Representatives is stuck with the messy proposal budget of the party, his situation will be much better."

"I was not long after I became a party whip, and everyone needs me to continue to urge the parliament to vote and pass the bill. The next four years will be the second term of the commander. Without the pressure of re-election, he can finally do a big fight and fulfill his campaign promise."

Underwood may be afraid that he would talk too much, so he got a vaccination in advance, "Don't worry, APLUS, I will be idle soon and find an opportunity to talk about you, but it's not possible now, and it's not convenient to talk on the phone."

"It's understandable. By the way, does Russell have any other contact information? I called his private phone and the campaign office..."

"Uh, don't contact him for the time being. His opponent is appealing the vote counting results, so he will be very busy in the near future and the timing is a bit sensitive." Underwood hurriedly interrupted, as if he didn't want to talk about Russell.

"Appeal? So the number of seats of the House of Representatives may change?" Song Ya asked.

"It's impossible, just a party that has just been unwilling to admit defeat after its failure." Underwood replied.

After hanging up the phone, Old Larry happened to announce that he had passed one, but the next one still had no task. According to the plot, the heroine played by Mira was still the team's substitute, and most of them had to train with the substitutes.

The substitutes of the middle school team are mostly wicked and slim men with overweight weight and nerdy skinny monkeys. They lined up with Mira. Soon, "Coach" R Li Elmi used his ability to swear, roared and insulted in their ears, and the voices spread far and wide.

“Hey, APLUS.”

There is a Latino supporting actor who plays the main team and one of his best friends. In reality, the actors from nearby college teams took the opportunity to get close to each other. "It seems that your technical movements are quite good. We have a friendly match here tomorrow. Will you come too?"

Song Ya waved her hand with a smile.

"Okay, I'm sorry to bother you." The other party had to know the tactfulness and leave.

If the script of this drama was not written by himself, Song Ya could actually do that she didn't have to understand the plot synopsis or the character's heart, and just complete the daily performance tasks step by step. It's really easy to play the male protagonist of facial paralysis, especially this kind of young film with poor acting skills in the entire crew.

Florida is shining with sunshine. As a big star, Song Ya enjoys the best treatment. The parasols, lounge chairs and small tables are placed not far behind the camera. She can drink ice coke while looking at Old Larry's monitor and see the overall situation.

Ms. Sloan, wearing a wide-edge sun hat and sunglasses, sat next to her, dialing constantly in line with the phone book, occasionally handing over her phone, "Langer." she said.

"Mr. Langel, I, APLUS, haha, congratulations on your successful re-election!"

Due to his investment in the inner city broadcaster, the Manhattan Gang was in a much better situation than after Dingkins lost the election. Langel, who had a flexible body, also established a relationship with them again, which was equivalent to returning to the Manhattan Gang.

He was also successfully re-elected as a federal representative this year. Among the politicians he sponsored, in addition to him and Russell, many others were re-elected. There were three within the Black Party Clan alone. Similarly, they were all re-elected.

"Shxt! Choose once in two years, and suffer more and more every time."

Langer's vote rate was lower than that of the next, and he laughed and scolded on the phone.

This party stick is very popular within the donkey party. In order to avoid competition from powerful politicians like the party, he moved to another black politician in New York State as he wished, and squeezed out a newcomer in the party stage and was successfully elected.

"Maybe it's time to look forward to the Senate seat?" Anyway, it's absolutely right to say something nice.

"Haha, that's a bit difficult." Langel laughed.

It's a bit difficult? With your unclear accounts in your campaign office and foundation, you won't think about it in your next life, you're even more sick than yourself, Song Ya complained in her heart.

"Jesse Jackson Jr.."

After praising each other with Langel, Ms. Sloan soon dialed another number, the son of Jesse Jackson, who was also elected as a member of the federal Congress as he wished, which also triggered a series of chain reactions within the Illinois Black Party caucus, causing Michelle's husband to run for the Illinois state legislative senator.

He had a friendship with Jesse Jackson, but he was not very familiar with his son, although he also invested some money to the other party through Aunt Susie's foundation.

In short, after this year's election, the donkey party politicians were in full swing. Whether it was the commander, the deputy commander, Underwood, Langel and Jesse Jackson Jr., they were holding or participating in various victory rallies.

This was originally a good opportunity to show your face and expand your connections, now...

"Sloan, you go to Capitol Hill on behalf of me and have a good chat with our whip master."

Song Ya thought for a while and said, "Tell him that I am almost out of patience. First, I asked me to wait for the election to end, and now I have to wait for the celebration to end. Maybe next time I will shirk it and say that when everyone takes office early next year."

"OK, be good, don't talk nonsense, don't run around, I'll be back soon." Sloan made his instructions before leaving.

"rest assured."

After a series of formulaic congratulations, it was just my turn to 'go on the court'.

"I want to test your skills! Divide into two teams to compete! Shirtless and dressed!"

R Lee Elmi, who had a whistle around her neck, walked past the lined up, "You, shirtless team, you, the other side."

The school team is not that particular. When the side is divided, the person who takes off his jersey will go to the other team. In this scene, Mira is in the C position. Song Ya has no expression on her face, and she stands in the queue with her head held high and her chest, acting as a perfect background board.

"Coach! I have to wear clothes!"

Mira, who was dressed as a man, was assigned to a shirtless team, so she naturally couldn't take off her clothes, so she quickly raised her hand to get it back.

"What!?" R Li Elmi stood in front of her viciously.

"Uh, I'm allergic to sunlight." Mira's acting skills were so exaggerated.

"Haha!" Song Ya burst into laughter with other actors at the right time.

"Sunlight...allergic!?" R Li Elmi looked up at the sun, then looked up and down at Mira.

"Yes." Mira squeezed out innocent eyes.

"There are people here who are allergic to sunlight!" R Li Elmi looked at the others and said loudly.

"Hahaha!" Song Ya's physical work became even more exaggerated. She held the shoulders of her teammates beside her and smiled so hard that she leaned back and forth.

"Please..." Mira begged.

The school team is just an interest club that students participate in. When dealing with substitutes without pressure from inter-school competitions, there is no need for teachers to be too strict in their actions. R Li Elmi played a very good feeling of emotional passages that he wanted to get angry but held back. "OK, then you can change to the dressing team."

"Thank you!" Mira screamed and cheered, but accidentally exposed the girl's sharp voice, "Ahem, thank you, coach." She immediately cleared her throat and made a rough voice to make up for it.

"Card!"

Old Larry called to stop, and then discussed with the photographer for a while, "No, this one is past!" He announced loudly.

Meanwhile, the big belly president Roger Ayers, at the FoxNews headquarters in Washington, was in the control room, personally supervising the broadcast of the defeat speech of Elephant Party candidate Bob Doll in the station.

"Fortunately, we have kept the majority in the Senate this year, and this useless old guy can't go back. He might as well continue to be his Senate Majority Leader, and from now on, he's nothing."

The atmosphere was very depressing, and a senior official behind him was coldly sarcastic to Bob Doll in the picture.

"The politicians who dare to stand up this year and fight for the Elephant Party are all heroes. Even if they fail, they are still worthy of our respect." Another retorted.

"Failure? Is it a defeat? Electoral votes are 385 to 153, we lost miserably!"

"So? He is seventy-three years old, where have those politicians who are more popular in the age of R&F?

The quarrels grew louder and louder in the control room, and Roger Ayers wiped his nose, his fingertips covered with bright red blood.

And he has hemophilia...

"Shut up!"

He ignored this and suddenly roared like a lion: "Four years from now on, we cannot let our enemies, the donkey party, the couple, Arkansas, and those liberals have a happy day! We must attack them on every social issue and every scandal, and continue to attack! Until four years later, the real American value returns to the White House!"
Chapter completed!