"Hmm..."

At this time, Mariah Carey was stuck in a high-end restaurant. The reporters, the real New York local political reporters and the paparazzi mingled together. The two restaurant waiters, led by the foreman, opened their arms and tried to stop them outside.

Mariah Carey asked the assistant without a master, "The dead man still doesn't answer the phone?"

"No," the assistant answered.

The important guests she specially hosted today, Katzenberg, one of the Big Three of DreamWorks, and another Diva Whitney Houston dealt with the food embarrassingly, "Hahaha!" Whitney Houston couldn't hold back, holding a knife. Suddenly the fork laughed.

"Hmm...Mr. Katzenberg, won't this affect Whitney and I sing the theme song of the Prince of Egypt?"

She ignored the laughter of Whitney Houston, and continued to ask in a crying voice.

Celine Dion has become the most dazzling DIVA by singing the theme song of the Titanic. The ship has won 15 consecutive box office titles. She has a sense of crisis. Whitney Houston has not released a special for more than a year. The two hit it off. Jointly present in the theme song of the blockbuster, and cooperate with Katzenberg's DreamWorks animation blockbuster The Prince of Egypt.

"So what Lewinsky said is true?" Katzenberg asked rhetorically.

"..."

Mariah Carey didn't dared to answer rashly without receiving professional PR advice. She scanned the restaurant. Other guests probably didn't know the news. She stretched her neck in surprise and disgust to observe the messy door.

"Sorry, Mr. Katzenberg, Whitney."

Thankfully, the agent Sandy Glen arrived in time, "Mimi, leave here with me first, and lead the paparazzi away. It is not convenient for them to find Mr. Katzenberg here."

"Ok."

Mariah Carey took out a small cosmetic bag from her bag to touch up her makeup, "Then how should I respond?"

"Don't talk for now and just leave. I'm sorry, Mr. Katzenberg, Whitney."

Sandy Glen hurriedly led the way.

Mariah Carey put on her sunglasses, lowered her head and was taken out of the door by him and his assistant, and joined the bodyguard.

"Miss Kelly! During your visit to the White House with APLUS really..."

"Is Lewinsky telling the truth?"

"You are really on such a solemn occasion..."

The reporters talked about each other, and the cameraman no longer bothered to maintain the basic courtesy to the actress. The microphone and the camera were smashed into the face, and everyone was squeezed into the center of the circle. There was an angry white aunt outside shouting, "You blasphemed there." ! ’Or something.

Mariah Carey, who was stumbling about, was so scared that she turned her orchid finger up and put the big butterfly-shaped diamond ring in front of her face.

"Let let! Please let let!"

Sandy Glen and the bodyguards managed to **** her into the car.

"Get through!" the assistant said loudly after following up.

"I blame you!" She picked up the phone and shook the pot.

"Who knows that people in the White House have such big mouths..."

"What? You speak louder!"

"I didn't know that the White House would have a ghost..."

Song Ya raised his collar, shrunk his neck, leaned at the gate of the terminal building, poked his head and said, "Besides, didn't you say that you wanted to keep a memory?"

"I didn't say! I blame you!"

"Okay, okay, blame me, blame me..."

"Now what?"

"I just talked to someone about this issue? Anyway, we can't admit that Lewinsky is telling the truth. That will prove that she also told the truth about the current commander."

Song Ya answered. He just talked to Peter, and also talked to Underwood on the phone? It's probably that way right now.

"That's not to admit it? I'm so scared? The reporters are as crazy as huh huh..."

Mariah Carey turned her head and glanced at the figures and flashing lights outside the car window? Continue to cry.

"Don't deny it, don't say it too hard, it will be bad if you get a face shot? I think the chief may be thinking about using us to divert the media attention of him and Lewinsky? Preparations that the heat will not let go."

"How come you get beaten in the face? Is there a closed-circuit television in the bathroom of the east hall?"

"That's impossible, but you were a bit louder, I remember."

"..."

"Okay, okay, it's actually not a big deal? We were husband and wife at the time? We are confident? Not like Lewinsky and... are we? Anyway, wait until I get to China before contacting? The flight is about to open? That's it now? Tell your agent and media PR."

"What's up!? Don't you want to run! Hello? Hello!?"

A busy tone came from the cell phone, "I'm so angry! Run away! Irresponsible man! Nothing!"

Mariah Carey dropped the phone and her extended Lincoln was on the road, with the light of motorcycle lights behind.

"call!"

Song Ya sighed. He hung up because he saw that Peter's small press conference was over on the tarmac before he left? Peter embraced his wife Alicia? The couple smiled lovingly and waved to the camera? Then turned to act as the background The Boeing 747 walked.

The few reporters consciously evacuated? Cameramen also began to pack their equipment.

He straightened his collar to make it more stiff, then turned the back of his head toward the reporter and ran wildly.

Old Mike dragged the suitcase in one hand, and ran behind with the big travel bag in the other.

"By the way! Governor Flock, this time you and the state business..."

Never expected that a reporter stopped Peter and added another question.

"Our industrial and mining, machinery manufacturing, bulk commodities and futures trading industries have a strong complementary relationship with the State of China. I am very optimistic and believe that..."

Peter enjoyed the thought that his trip to China was creating opportunities for multinational companies and local jobs, and he turned around and continued to talk.

Song Ya, who had just rushed out of the terminal building for about twenty meters, had to go around in a circle and hide back. In the camera, a vigorous shadow flashed across the corner of the camera, and then an old white man was panting behind.

Fortunately, the cameraman did not notice.

Finally, when the interview was over, Peter and Alicia stood in front of the plane door and waved their hands for a long time. Song Ya didn't decide to charge again until the two entered the cabin.

This time it went smoothly. He spotted a fat white man in a business delegation who was waiting in line to board the plane. He ran over and hid his body in the shadow of the opponent.

"APLUS?"

The big fat man recognized him. He turned out to be an acquaintance. He used to cooperate with the Caterpillar executive, Aquina, in the resale of Bath equipment.

"Hello, hello."

Aquina’s voice attracted the attention of others. They were all prominent senior executives of major multinational companies. They were naturally well informed, and they raised their mouths and paid attention to themselves in unison.

"The White House is interesting, right?"

An old white man with an M gold badge on his chest turned his head and asked. "Hahaha!" The others stopped pretending and laughed.

"Humph." Song Ya groaned through his nostrils, not knowing how to answer.

"I've been to the East Hall too." The old white man said again. Everyone laughed again.

"Ok."

"Have you met Lewinsky? That intern?"

"No impression."

"Hey, although you have Chinese ancestry, this is the first time to go there, right?"

"Ok."

Everyone followed the queue up the boarding ladder, and the old white man continued to show off: "We have been exhibiting stores over there in 1990. They like rice-style food and rice-style living, and there are tens of thousands of people! Our largest store in the world is there, The highest sales were recorded there, and the highest average consumption per transaction was also created there."

"Wow."

"Yes, we are one step ahead, in the world's largest and most promising market!"

The old white man in M ​​is proudly boasting, "Then why did Buffett's Berkshire Hathaway clear your stock last year?" There was an unhappy man in front of the queue.

"Uh……"

The old white man was speechless, "Forget it, let's talk about the bathroom in the East Hall."

"Hahaha!"

Song Ya embarrassedly boarded the plane, Peter and Alicia stood patiently at the entrance and shook hands with everyone one by one, "APLUS, it's only lace news, don't...puff!" Peter said and smiled suddenly.

"I do not mind."

When Song Yanunu shook hands with Alicia, the woman secretly clasped her palm a few times. Song Ya followed her eyes and looked towards the bathroom not far from the entrance.

Don't you dare to imitate it? Crazy, I dare not dare, looking for excitement is not looking for death.

The business delegation and Peter's governor team were not in the same cabin. Song Ya took old Mike and chose to sit in a row with Aquinas's Caterpillar.

The seats in the 747 are enough. Everyone sits sparsely according to their respective company's ‘campaign’ at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com.

Everyone was there, but they sat and waited for a while, when a young man in a suit ran in and the stewardess closed the hatch.

The man looked around with a stack of photos in his hand, "Mr. Aquina, I'm from the Ministry of Commerce..." He finally picked Aquina and asked if he could change seats after introducing himself.

"CIA."

The kind Aquina whispered a reminder in his ear, and then went to other seats. He was too fat. When he passed by, his beer belly wiped Song Ya's face like a meat towel.

"APLUS, the commander hopes that you can cooperate with the public opinion recently." The noise of the plane lift-off in the name of an employee of the Ministry of Commerce whispered to Song Ya.

"Hehe, I guessed it."

What else can I do, "It's my duty." Song Ya said beautifully.

"Great, I thank you on behalf of him and his wife."