"I mean, you and Litman Media are deeply involved and manipulated the 2008 election. Do you admit this?"

"No, Mr. Senator."

"A...Mr. Song, according to the information we have, OpenDiary, a subsidiary of Litman Media, is currently one of the most popular social networking sites for Americans to log in. You are also the world's largest personal blog, social games and online exchange communities based on topics and interests. At the same time, OpenDiary has not yet provided account login verification services on other websites, and its current market share is..."

"That's right."

“The Beats website owned by your Palm company is currently the world’s second largest online music store and the largest music exchange community and record database.”

"Yes."

"Have you used this data for campaigns or to assist in pushing campaign ads to target groups? Let's answer me after thinking about it."

“OpenDiary and Beats have the strictest privacy provisions, and all our actions are legal…”

Nonsense, of course, and the 2008 election made him more deeply realize the power of using these big data technology methods, which can influence public opinion and the power of the election, but Song Ya will not admit it, and of course he cannot directly deny it. Anyway, he is familiar with the hearing skills, "Mr. Senator."

"Please answer me positively."

"This is a question that is difficult to answer simply. Mr. Senator, the Internet is open. The concept of Web2.0 is that users are both browsers of website content and creators of website content. Users themselves are in social behaviors of interaction or passive interaction. They actively share public information with others, and this information..."

Song Ya began to write a long and tidy up and read it again.

"Puchi..." Jenny, who was watching the broadcast outside, couldn't help laughing when she saw this familiar scene. This trick of men has been tried and tested for more than ten years.

The older veterans can't keep up with their ideas at all. They don't understand it at all. Besides, they can't really win the fifth richest man in the world. The industry spans media and entertainment, the Internet, chip design, consumer electronics, brewing and even defense subcontracting. What's the point of being detained is nothing more than to disrupt the current commander's re-election campaign. They don't want the rare time to be wasted, so soon, they began to 'appeal to emotions'.

"I have a document or form here."

McCeon showed new evidence, "You and the companies you control will score candidates in Quanmi according to this table, and then combine the data you collected from infringe on the user's personal privacy to comprehensively judge the winning rate of a candidate, and then decide how much political contribution to invest in the other party. Is that true?"

"This is not a fact." Song Ya denied.

"Please repeat this answer and pay attention to the record." McCeon bluffed.

"This is not the fact that Mr. Senator."

This table was created by Sloan before. It supports gun ban and adds points, supports racial equality, LGBTQ, feminist rights, immigration, abortion and other issues. The candidates are minorities, women, immigration, LGBTQ, etc., and adds points. If the party does not know what methods to get this table, it will be impossible for him to be forced to sit on this chair today.

Fortunately, the form they have is not a complete version, and it traces back to themselves or their own companies, and the evidence links of the organization are not sufficient. "I don't know that such a form exists... Actually, this is the first time I have seen it."

"You are lying and perjury at a Congressional hearing!"

"I promise I don't, Mr. Senator."

"Haha, APLUS, do you know what people call you and your members here in private?"

"There is no so-called my MP."

"A+Network! And you are the real center of this dirty political spider web! Not the person in the White House!"

"This word sounds like a bad copy of Koch octopus haha..."

Song Ya showed her edge and said, then raised her hand to surrender, "I just was a joke Mr. Senator. I did sponsor some campaigns, but what I did was no different from other American whites who were interested in politics."

McCorne stopped at the right time and did not pursue and fight again.

After passing the test easily, Pierre Sutton and his lawyer did not interrupt and remind him in the middle. Only then did Song Ya have the time to POSE and accept the photos of the reporters who surrounded him.

"A rich African-American tycoon funded the African-American commander. Because of this, he was summoned by the Elephant Party to Capitol Hill and besieged! Slandered! Persecuted!"

That night, Rashida scolded the ACN anchor with grief and anger, "This is racial discrimination! Think about it, if APLUS is a white man, would he be treated like this?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!