‘Come on Underwood, are you wasting your time on playing vowel letter games?’

‘I am very willing to play, U! think I!U!A! apologize? No no no, you are very wrong, U…’

The TV was on, and Song Ya was watching. The picture was a video of Underwood who personally went to CUU to discuss in 2009 in order to promote the passage of the Financial Reform Act. Underwood, who was not good at being quick-witted, was forced into a dead end by his opponent. He wanted to interrupt, but he didn't know that the brain was wrong and played the vowel game of English words in front of Quanmi TV audiences. He also missed the live broadcast.

His public image was already average. He used to hide in the Iron Picks area to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses, and rarely appeared in the public eye. He suddenly created a disaster-level performance and was edited and played with memes by various video experts online, acting as a laughing stock character for a long time.

But now his voice, appearance and smile fall into Song Ya's eyes, and there is only a sad and remembrance.

"It's time for you to set off."

Ms. Sloan reminds her when entering the door.

"Are you still studying Underwood?" Song Ya asked reversally without moving.

This is Sloan's safe house in Washington residence. It has all the "doomsday items" such as camouflage entrances, password doors, emergency food, generators, etc. It is very small. There are many discs and even old video cassettes piled around the TV. Many related to Underwood are marked by Sloan.

Obviously, Sloan also did not deny it, "The Secret Service agent, Lincoln Barros, still refuses to plead guilty. He insists that he did not shoot Underwood, which is strange." She said.

"Don't check it. Underwood has been dead for a year. Such a big case of shooting death by the US deputy commander, if you can find out the truth independently, then the US law enforcement agencies would have found it long ago."

Song Ya advised her, "If you can't find out, then the forces behind him will... in short, it will be of no benefit to us if you are found investigating privately."

"I don't have that sense of justice, just play puzzle games."

Of course, Sloan knew the pros and cons, and he whined at the TV, "What did you see?"

"Underwood is not good at running for the election and is not good at pleasing the public, and we have long known this."

Song Ya said: "He is an ambitious person who will avenge his enemies and is cruel and ruthless. The politician wants to avoid the campaign and ascend to that throne... Being the deputy commander first is the only way, just like Linden Johnson who succeeds Kennedy."

"Yes, your good brain has not been emptied by the wine and sex."

Sloan praised, "What a pity that losing Underwood is a blow to our influence."

"Don't regret it," Song Ya advised.

"This year his widow Claire wants to inherit his constituency? He runs for the Federal Representative? Will you support it?"

"certainly."

"OK... Also, I will quit after this job. I'm having enough of this place," Sloan said again.

"It's up to you, as long as you are happy. If you go back to the business world... and help me manage Litman Media? I'll keep the position of chairman for you. If you are not here, I'll be busy these four years."

Song Ya replied. In 2008, Litman Media's only Horton Mifflin Publishing House, through several major mergers and acquisitions in the education publishing industry, made its market value reach 10 billion yuan. However, with the outbreak of the subprime mortgage crisis, it has lost a lot of years, and now it is only one-third of its peak. Fortunately, the OpenDiary website transformed smoothly under its own command, which exceeded the excess to make up for the losses in the publishing industry.

"busy?"

Sloan expressed his disbelief, "By the way, you and that little girlfriend... India Esley's relationship has been maintained for a long time. Why are you planning to calm down?"

"Cough cough..." Concentrate? It doesn't exist, Song Ya coughs.

"I found that your taste has not changed much for many years. I prefer the face with a small animal..."

Sloan looked at his watch and said, "It's not too late to talk anymore, let's go out quickly."

"Um."

Song Ya hugged her and gave a voucher. It was 2012. She was almost forty years old and she was fifty years old. When she was so white that she was so white that she could feel the thick makeup powder and fine lines on her face.

"It's a pity that I can't accompany you to the scene this time."

Of course, she is still very thin, her temperament is still capable and sharp. As time goes by, she gives her a little calmness and elegance. She sends her off all the way. When she is about to go out, she quips: "So... be smarter, Boy."

"If the current government's education minister sits behind me, the senators like the party would be crazy."

Song Ya smiled back.

It is another election year. The party has made great efforts to send himself, the big money owner of the Michelle Dynasty, to the Senate hearing seat, today.

"Leave it to you Linda." Linda, who was waiting outside the door, smiled.

"Don't worry." Linda hasn't changed much. She is still the Black Bucket Aunt, with a bloated body and a little more staggering. She has retired from the management position of the record company, "BOSS..."

"I'm going to bother you again Linda." Song Yahe nodded when she opened the silencer and quickly got into the car.

"I'm honored if that."

Cadillac drove into Capitol Hill and met with a team of staff who were already waiting there, "Ha! Pierre!" He shook hands cordially with Pierre Sutton who was facing forward. At the live hearing, he thought that there were more black people around him. Pierre performed well back then, and helped himself, who was still young, very busy at the hearing. "Long time no see."

"Yes, you haven't changed to Mr. APLUS at all."

The Manhattan Gang, Pierre from the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation, has become much older, "Let's go in and we're going to start."

"OK."

With firm steps, Song Ya was huddled to the Senate hearing hall, and met acquaintances from time to time on the road, such as Gordon, a former ace anchor who was still working as a federal representative in Boston.

“Mr. APLUS.”

"Mr. Parliamentarian."

Gordon returned to the right after the major economic crisis in 2008. The middle route is not very popular among voters, and the re-election campaign this year should be very hard.

But that was not a concern for Song Ya. Gordon has always been grateful to himself and cooperated very actively in the House of Representatives.

Of course, Song Ya's money has never stopped.

It was not a conversation, so the two of them only exchanged a few greetings.

"Jenny? Hi!"

Jenny at the Press Office was standing outside the hall to explain her work to her colleagues, but Capitol Hill is not counting as her usual work scope, so it should have been intentional when it appears.

“Hi,APLUS.”

It is even more impossible to show intimacy outside the conventional scope. Jenny is the "big star" in this government. She stares at countless eyes in her workplaces, and in public, she is the object that the camera likes to capture, speak, and dress variously on the news.

"You're very on time."

Jenny pushed the door open. She was always a little plump and she was very resistant to aging and still had charm.

Because she served in public office, the two of them's children, Rams, was inevitably exposed. She used the same excuse as Judy Foster to deal with the adopted Haitian orphan.

"Let's go back to contact." Song Ya quietly blinked at her and walked inside.

The time was right, and all the senators who attended the hearing had arrived, but before they could sit down, Song Ya and his group arrived, the shutters of the reporters immediately rang.

He sat down in the middle of the testimony, with his name tag still the same, Linda sat beside him and the lawyer was on the other side. In such occasions, Song Zecheng would not be allowed to appear, and Pierre Sutton was the same, and he was ready to remind him of various details at any time.

"Wait, this scene..."

When the editorial room of Milianshe, the old editor-in-chief saw the photos sent back from the front and suddenly seemed to think of something, "In 990s? Is the old photo archive of APLUS attending the parliamentary hearing still there?" he asked the editor.

"If there is definitely something." The editor typing the keyboard and soon found a news photo from sixteen or seven years ago in the picture database.

"Wow, Black Pharaoh was so young at that time..."

The old editor-in-chief looked at the pictures and sighed repeatedly. The Black Pharaoh was only in his early twenties, and he placed his hands on the table in a proper manner. His eyes were so clear that the boss looked straight into the camera. His eyes were naive, curious, and mature and calm. He was much more handsome than he is now. Linda and a white lawyer are still around him...

The lawyer was still Hamlin at that time, but the changes in the lawyer were not the editor's focus.

"APLUS was very rich at that time, right?" asked the editor.

"Well, Netscape seemed to have just been on the market at that time, and it was very popular. Everyone uses Netscape's browser, and you young people don't understand it." The editor nodded.

"Huh? Is the woman behind the school Minister Sloan?" The editor found the news from Pierre Sutton behind.

"Ms. Sloan has always been his person...well, don't use this one."

The editor-in-chief selected Zhang Sloan who was invisible to the camera, and in today's new photos, he picked a similar picture of the picture pattern, "Make a comparison comment, send it out, and hurry up."

The editors received the order to start working, PS photos of PS photos, and those who searched for information. Soon, the two photos were cut into wide formats, and compared and placed together.

In 1996, APLUS was at a hearing, age: 21, personal wealth: 500 million meters.

In 2012, APLUS was at the hearing, age: 37, personal wealth: 40 billion meters.

The black pharaoh's face below has already gained weight. She looks much greasy than she used to be, but she is undoubtedly full of tycoon style. He no longer cares about the camera and keeps looking at the documents on the table with his eyes lowered, pressing his ring finger on the paper documents, thinking about something alone, and he can't see any emotion from his expression.

"The whole world has not yet emerged from the financial crisis, but these rich people are even richer." An editor looked at the string of zeros behind the four.

"Hmm." The editor-in-chief didn't want to talk about this issue.

Senator McCorn, who represented the Elephant Party in 2008, was reading the draft. Song Ya was sliding the documents on the table while listening attentively.

A few minutes later, the questioning session began, "APLUS, I have a document here, which shows that the current commander's campaign team purchased a service called 'online data consulting' from an Internet consulting department of your Litman Media in 2007 to 2008 to assist in the election. Can you confirm its authenticity?" A senator of the elephant party raised a document and asked a question.

The lawyers around him pushed the relevant documents and the ‘correct answers’ in front of him.

"Yes, I confirm, Mr. Senator." Song Ya answered with her approaching the microphone.

"According to the investigation by the Special Attorney for Elections, your Internet Consulting Department has called a large amount of data from YAHOO search engines, including user profiles, search keywords and other content involving personal privacy..."

"It is more appropriate to say that the call is inaccurate, using the Internet-based public information retrieval technology is more suitable for some Senators. Litman Media pays great attention to protecting users' personal privacy and is even less likely to infringe on it. This is our obligation."

"Haha, given that you also held shares in YAHOO at that time."

"I am just a small investor and have never held any position in YAHOO. Both parties are only in a commercial partnership."

In 2009, Song Ya cooperated with Karl Icahn and other YAHOO shareholders to make trouble and successfully forced YAHOO to agree to Microsoft's premium acquisition of more than 40 billion yuan, and escaped with the money. "And now all withdrawals, Mr. Senator."

If you don't accompany Microsoft and the richest man to challenge the Robertson family in Comcast, then everything will be perfect. Song Ya is a little regretful, "What? I didn't hear it clearly, sorry, Mr. Senator."
To be continued...