I felt very... bored, licked my lips, and reached my hand to the mineral water bottle again, but I didn't want to drink too much water before I started talking, so I pinched the plastic bottle body and listened to the slight clicking sound to make a comeback.

With her eyes facing forward, that is, the rostrum, she could feel that there were congressmen constantly taking their seats. A short-haired white woman with good temperament appeared in the center. Underwood's intelligence was completely correct. Song Ya recognized her, a real-powered federal representative from a political family, and Nancy Patricia, chairman of the California Donkey Party, was also the chairman of this round of House hearings.

That's right, the nameplate in front of her is MRS. Nancy Patricia, and the words California below are the words.

After taking a few more glances, she should be in her fifties, right? She doesn't look good and is well maintained. According to the rumors Gordon found out from the middle-level Comcast, she is "her own" because she heard that her husband has already made a big bet in Hollywood, Comcast and other major media groups that benefited through the telecommunications bill.

I just heard that I had no intersection with her, but Underwood really promised that she would not have any bad things.

However, her wealthy family background can be seen from her outfit. This year, the dark male-style high-end fashion that is popular among the female politicians, with slightly exaggerated shoulder pads, black and white color schemes, and shiny precious necklaces and jewelry are very eye-catching among the members of the Representatives.

He behaved the same way, looking around the entire hearing scene from time to time, and occasionally whispered a few words to the MP who came to say hello, as if she was the queen of the hearing. Sloan commented that "this old woman is a little princess-like." The original words seemed very accurate.

The reporters squatted and changed positions like a lantern, and kept taking pictures. It seemed that someone was shooting the third round. If it weren't for the concerns about the two fixed cameras in front and back of the PBS placed on the scene, Song Ya would have wanted to stare at them and save some film!

He couldn't help but recall his speech at the garbage public middle school in South City just after traveling through time. Underwood and Michelle were both there at that time, as if to force BMI to get the membership as soon as possible?

In fact, my feelings about that speech are not much different from the important occasions in the parliamentary years later. The "rituals" and "rituals" of Western politics, reporters, attendants, parliamentarians, members of parliamentary staff or attendants walked around, but they all maintained a very restrained unity, noisy and not mixed, so that this sense of order has brought a certain pressure on one's own psychology.

No matter what, Song Ya opened the folder again and reviewed it. This was part of the last round of hearings of the Telecommunications Act in the House of Representatives. He was summoned as the chairman of the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation, that is, the representative of the small and medium and minority media groups. Sloan has listed in detail the possible questions from the lawmakers, some of which were the "real questions" revealed by the Black Party Group through Langel.

‘I think the bill will condone industry mergers and acquisitions, and small and medium media groups, especially media that speak for minorities, will face a more cruel competitive situation. The government should have plans for this, such as increasing the protection of the interests of minority media, subsidies, or providing other necessary support.’

‘Of course, I don’t oppose reform. Reform is absolutely necessary, and I don’t oppose liberalization of competition. Actually, I like the free economic policy of the current commander. Our deficit and debt are shrinking, and inflation is suppressed to an acceptable level…’

"Cough cough." While reciting the 'standard answer' silently, Pierre Sutton coughed in a low voice from behind, giving a secret code.

The MPs seemed to have arrived, with people sitting behind all the nameplates of the rostrum, and Nancy Patricia began to fiddle with the microphone.

Thankfully, the torture finally ended. Song Ya pushed the mineral water bottle a little and straightened her waist.

Uh, a white male congressman suddenly called away by his subordinates. Nancy Patricia curled her lips unhappily, without saying anything, and her eyes kept paving around people's faces.

“m-fxxk…”

Song Ya, who was "shaking", had to curse and lower her head to prepare for the exam again, "I mean, there will be someone in our country, just to go through the motions." He comforted himself while temporarily cuddling.

"aplus." Suddenly a white man came over to greet him. He looked familiar. He seemed to have seen him on Capitol Hill, but he couldn't remember him for a moment.

"Hello." Song Ya held his stretched hand.

"Danburton, on the far right side of the rostrum, like a senior party member." The other party smiled affectionately like an old friend, and whispered, "Beware of him."

"Okay, thank you." Song Ya squeezed out a smile tacitly.

"Well, don't stare at him right away." The other party left after giving instructions.

Song Ya was very obedient and immediately looked back at Sloan after the other party left.

"The Deputy Commander's Office." Sloan whispered in front of his mouth.

Gore's people? That's a warning to himself...

But he didn't think too much, and with a few murmurs of switching the microphone, Nancy Patricia finally spoke, "Ladies and gentlemen."

Congress’s sound system...is not bad, at least the volume is very sufficient, Song Ya makes a professional judgment.

The reporters retreated to both sides, and his eyes suddenly became clear. The male congressman who had just left the seat had returned to the rostrum at some point. The idle attendants no longer appeared, and the others stopped talking.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please stay quiet, the America House of Representatives hearing on the Telecommunications Act begins five minutes later, and we are honored to invite the Chairman of the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation MR Song..."

After Nancy Patricia finished speaking, everyone on the scene was in their place, very quiet. Apart from the sound of flipping the paper, some people's restrained coughing was very harsh, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Song Ya knew that the nameplate in front of him was marked like this, "Actually, I am more used to being called aplus." He waited for a while, but did not see Nancy Patricia continue to speak, so he opened the microphone in front of him and smiled at the other party: "Ms. Congressman."

"Of course, I think no one in this house doesn't know you." Nancy Patricia also responded kindly.

Some of the congressmen laughed, it seemed that the effect was pretty good, and the atmosphere at the scene was not depressing. The two black congressmen who had been chatting laughed the most exaggeratedly. Song Yachao's fixed camera camera and all the hospitals smiled, and took the opportunity to scan the white congressmen on the far right. They were indeed named Danburton, and the typical old white man looked from... Indiana was marked under the nameplate.

Humph, I know it in a conservative state... No! What do I know? Let me be careful, what should I be careful?!

Song Yassie slaps the collar of her shirt and looks back at Sloan. He really shouldn't have come. Gore sent someone to remind him that the other party is likely to cause trouble, and really shouldn't have come... Ninety-nine percent of the promise will not have any problems?

Sloan didn't hear the whispers of the two just now, and had no response to his eyes. He could no longer communicate on such occasions. The process after the hearing officially began was rapid. Nancy Patricia was reading the manuscript, explaining the reasons for Congress to hold the hearing, the reasons for summoning the chairman of the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation, etc. Then she asked: "aplus, the House of Representatives noticed that you have another opinion on the Telecommunications Act, so we held this hearing."

“Well, yes, as one of the owners of Inner City Broadcasting Corporation, I noticed that the bill tends to encourage free competition, which often means favoring big companies. We are a media company with only 12 small radio stations. I think the Telecommunications Act does not take our interests into consideration. And there are many small and medium-sized media companies like Inner City in all over the country…”

Song Ya recited to the first page of the document.

"Can you explain your reasons in detail?" Nancy Patricia said.

"Okay, Ms. Congressman, Inner City Broadcasting Corporation is an African-American media with difficult operations. We have done statistics before. More than half of its radio stations are in losses, and the average salary of employees is below the median of Quanmi Broadcasting Corporation. This year, in 1996, due to losses, we just made a decision to close a radio station and lay off some employees..."

"We are not afraid of competition, but we really cannot compete with big companies. We, Mr. Pierre Sutton, who is behind me, are worried about this, because the inner city broadcasters are one of the few media that focus on speaking out for Africans. There are many other similar situations in all the world..."

It can almost be considered as giving an opportunity to give an opening speech. Song Ya has no time to care about anything else, and concentrates on the draft with great force. "And the Telecommunications Act is undoubtedly unfavorable to us. I think this is also the voice of most small and medium-sized media..."

"We urge all members of Congress to take into account the interests of small and medium media thoroughly before the House of Representatives' final vote on the bill." He finished: "Mr. Patricia, Mr. Members."

"Okay, the following is a question from the MP."

"Do you have radio stations in Washington?" asked the Black Caucuses.

"Yes, sir, led by... sir." Song Yachao pointed behind him and trusted the director of the Washington Branch. "Frequency modulation..." and made an advertisement.

"Ha, I often listen to it. The content is very good and the serious old-school style." The other party continued to cheer and even greeted the branch director.

"Thank you, Mr. Parliament."

"You just said, aplus, your business situation is very bad, but can it be confirmed from this that it is caused by competition among large companies? Or will this phenomenon continue to worsen after the Telecommunications Act passes?" The other party asked: "I noticed that you only invested in this company last year."

"Well……"

Song Ya turned the documents in her hand over a few pages, "There is no clear evidence yet, Mr. Parliament."

It is enough to make a statement before, so that I will not really take advantage of this hearing to confront large companies and the vast majority of members of Congress.

According to Claire, the wife of the donkey party whip Underwood, the next vote will likely pass the bill almost unanimously. Now it will jump out and you can't do anything except disgusting people. Why bother? This is not my own style, and A+CN is still working with Comcast, so I can't offend all the telecommunications, networks and media groups waiting for the bill to pass. "We don't resist reform. We did not cause losses because of competition from large companies before. Perhaps the passage of the bill is a chance to resurrect us. I just have some doubts about the industry mergers after the bill is passed, so I chose to make my own opinions on Congress."

"Aren't your statements a little contradictory?" the other party asked.

"Well, I don't think Mr. Congress, I'm pointing out a possibility to Congress that it has a high probability of happening. At the same time, I personally highly appreciate the reform results of the current commander. Our economic recovery is visible to the naked eye, deficits and debts are decreasing, and inflation is also well controlled..."

"If, I mean, what would you do if the inner city broadcaster faces mergers and acquisitions from big companies?"

"I don't hide the fact that the inner city broadcasters have weak capabilities. Small and medium media groups, especially media that speak for minorities, will face a more cruel competitive situation. I am prepared, but I need more policy support...care...subsidies...preferential policies..."

Song Ya was able to handle it with ease. When she was drinking water in the middle, she noticed Linda was almost relieved and burst into tears. Really, she was recorded. After all, she was the president of my record company. She was so uneasy...

Then a white MP asked a question, who was also a donkey party, and had a relationship with Jim Clark of Netscape, "You invested in Netscape, right? aplus."

"Yes, Mr. Parliament."

"Have you made a lot of money? The media estimates it is around 300 million?"

"Uh, hehe..." Song Ya smiled a little shyly, "I don't know if I can reveal it on this occasion...I want to ask my lawyer, Mr. Congressman."

Both the parliamentarians and journalists present, the audience all laughed.

"Can."

Song Ya pretended to behave and whispered to Hamlin beside her, "Yes, this number is roughly based on Netscape's stock price yesterday."

"Did you pay taxes?" Everyone laughed again.

“Yes, I am a law-abiding citizen.”

Everything seemed to be going well, and I had many friends in Congress.

Song Ya took the time to observe the Danburton Councilor several times. It looked nothing unusual. He was concentrating on making notes on the documents in front of him, writing and marking.

The first accident did not come from him. Another party member asked a question and involved him using the wave of anti-discrimination against Motura not long ago.

Will Mothura still not give up? Song Ya is a little wary, "I think it is absolutely correct to oppose any form of discrimination, and we must work hard all the time..." He said and looked back at Sloan.

"The last page." Sloan said in a liptical form.

Her mouth is so big, she even put on a big red lipstick today, which looks very much like Julia Roberts...

Uh, where do you want to go? "Inner City Broadcasting Corporation is a radio station focused on the African group, news radio station, a+cn, and I and Mr. Gordon who was not present, maybe you have all seen his outstanding work on Bet Evening News..." Turn to the last page to find the answer and continue reading.

When it comes to political correctness, the other party is also careful when speaking. "I completely agree with your above view. What I care about is whether you are using the power of the media to make profits for yourself, such as attacking your career opponents."

"I will not interfere with the freedom of the press in its media, and I think Mr. Pierre Sutton and Mr. Gordon can testify for me."

Song Ya interrupted and finished shooting: "Of course, whether it is an opponent or a friend, I have zero tolerance for discrimination...Mr. Parliamentarian."

"The following is... MPs." Nancy Patricia continued to push the process after getting that Elephant MP stopped asking questions.

About forty minutes later, Danburton got permission and began to ask questions, "Where were you born, Mr. Song."

"Chicago, South City."

"Are you American?" Everyone burst into laughter again.

"Yes, of course...Mr. M. Parliament."

"Are you a singer, investor, or a media boss. Last year, Fujiby Magazine listed you on the all-Million Rich List. Do you think you have realized your American dream?" asked Danburton.

"Uh, that's right."

"That's it? Do you love your country?"

"Of course, I'm actually referring to..." There was no ready-made answer to copy. Song Ya looked at Hamlin and only got a look that was unexpected, "I think I still have infinite possibilities."
To be continued...