Chapter 575 (1/2)

If Elizabeth Taylor doesn't help, the senator still wants to see him. It's not difficult for a billionaire to do this. But Songya wants to be more secretive. After consulting with Scott, President of a + apparel, public relations department of Ogilvy, lobbyist Ms. Sloan, Daniel, and Underwood, he has formulated a circuitous strategy.

In mid August, the Iswear of All-4-One finally ended its 11 week reign and dropped from the top of the billboard. For a while, song Ya mobilized resources such as Sony Columbia Records, Chicago conference, Chicago Symphony Orchestra and chorus, and paid 500000 targeted cash to win the extremely competitive B of the next week for bewat you wanna be Top of the list.

This is his third personal title after ”remember the name” and ”where is the love”. With the female solo version of Empire State of mind and London Bridge, it is also his fifth B-list for songwriter and producer.

”You can be anyone you want to be!”

Gore, deputy commander and speaker of the Senate, met Sonya and the Chicago chorus in a cordial manner. Together with them, he yelled out the inspirational lyrics of be what you wanna be into all kinds of long and short shots.

”Great, great, aplus, you and the kids are great.”

After that, Gore shook hands with Songya and pressed his other dummy on his shoulder, allowing reporters to take photos. ”This song sells well, isn't it?” He asked.

His happiness is not all fake. Cute white children, public image of ethnic minority stars are politicians' favorite photographers. Song Ya brought all the people with him this time.

”Yes, Mr. deputy commander.” Song Ya in a suit replied very formally.

”And the movie?”

”The box office is good, and it's still on.”

”Well done.” After Gore finished shaking hands, taking photos and signing autographs with the children, ”show them around here.” He said hello to a few Capitol workers, then left in a hurry without saying anything more.

Song Ya and the children, with a slightly more reserved image, were taken out of the photo hall and into the corridors of the Capitol building.

”Aplus, go to the restaurant and talk?” Doug appeared in the shadow again. ”Give him to me. I've made an appointment.” He said to the accompanying security of the Capitol.

”Wait a minute.”

The security personnel will release after confirmation by walkie talkie.

Separated from the children, Sonya follows Doug to the corner, where federal representative and donkey whip Underwood and a woman in a dark blue professional suit wait. ”Hello, Mr. Underwood. This is Ms. Sloan?”

Song Ya takes a look at the famous female lobbyist with a handshake. Her first impression is that she is thin, and then she is white and blonde. She is about 30 years old or less. She is much younger and more beautiful than she imagined. She even gives herself a bit of Julia Roberts' feeling, especially her mouth. Unfortunately, she did not laugh, otherwise she should be no smaller than Julia Roberts' big mouth.

”Yes, Mr. aplus.” Sloan was very professional. After greeting him, he followed him and whispered, ”you'll see Senator Michael and John Warren in the Senate dining room. You can sit opposite them with Mr. Underwood and have a little chat for a few minutes.”

”Can't we eat and talk?” Song Ya asked.

”Well, this is the Senate dining room...”

”All right.”

”The steak here is good. It's more than half the price outside.” ”Cooks are better than the ones in the house dining room. Everything is good. Even if we go to the congress hall, we can take the comfortable light rail, and we can only take the damn harvester.”

”Harvester?”

”It's a feeder car. It sucks.” Underwood complained.

”When can you change to light rail?” Song Ya laughs.

”Ha, it's very difficult. There are 100 seats, two in one state, and one term of six years. There is no term limit. We all want to die.” Underwood Tucao: ”otherwise, make complaints about the Senate.”