American Entertainment 1982

Jason White in a suit and leather shoes pushed open the door of the conference room, walked towards his seat, straightened his right arm, and waved his palm down, signaling to the people at the conference table that they don't have to get up to welcome him.

He took a seat on the seat opened by the secretary, and then looked bluntly at the young people on the opposite side of the conference table, and said with a smile to the Asian face sitting opposite him:

"Drake, I have a reason to get rid of you and your typesetting software today, so please don't embarrass me, tell me honestly, you and your friends, what kind of conditions do you want me, the lamp god, to meet? Will my funds be invested in your company to support your development?"

"Is it because Tommy Hawke arrived, so you have to complete the negotiation with us? I saw him sitting next door with a woman, looking at us through the glass." Jason called Derek The Asian young man pointed his finger in the direction of the left, staring at Jason and asked.

"Tommy does play a part of the factor, but not all. Let's talk about the conditions. Don't waste time. There are still many small companies waiting for the help of my angel." Jason took out the cigarette case and lit it directly. After lighting it, he looked at A few glasses guys on the opposite side: "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

Derek put his finger under his nose to resist the smell of smoke, and said with some dissatisfaction: "We have discussed it internally. At present, our software has received good feedback in the market, and the problem of returning funds is not a big problem, and we don't want other Money comes in and swayes our thinking.”

"I just want to invest a sum of money in it, not cast a spell on you, I am an angel, not a wizard, I will not control your thoughts, if it is Tommy, he may like to do things that manipulate others, but I am not, the entire Silicon Valley even Even the stray dogs on the street know that Jason White is a kind-hearted and stupid investor who only throws money out without asking for anything in return." Jason exhaled a puff of smoke and said to Derek:

"My people have already helped you make follow-up plans. If we invest in it, your typesetting software can quickly appear in European and Asian markets through our channels, saving you a lot of early market development costs. Need to let us own thirty percent of the shares."

"We have no plans to sell in Europe or Asia in the near future." Derek looked at the companions around him, they looked at each other, and nodded slightly. After receiving the response from his companions, Derek took a deep breath:

"Mr. White, I'm sorry, we don't need financial support, we have sources of funds, and if we need to open up international markets, we prefer to open up channels ourselves rather than relying on others' channels."

"If the source of the funds you mentioned is the support of your Japanese father who is doing business in New York, I have some news that I can give you for free." Jason smoked a cigarette, and as he spoke, half a cigarette was burning. His mouth kept trembling.

Derek narrowed his eyes immediately, and looked at Jason nervously. The reason why he and his small company are not short of money now is that his father can give him financial support. New York City, where rich people walk everywhere, can be regarded as wealthy families with millions of dollars.

"The broker who helped him manage his assets on Wall Street seems to be involved in some troubles. His funds should be frozen now. I helped you pay attention through my contacts. You are welcome. Maybe your father doesn't want this news to affect your life. Mood, but I think he may need comfort, you..." Jason flicked his cigarette ash and said to Derek.

Before Jason could finish speaking, Derek got up out of composure, grabbed his mobile phone and quickly walked out of the conference room.

"Didn't someone say that the Japanese are a fucking polite race? He didn't even say sorry to me when he walked out." Jason took the cigarette out of his mouth and asked Billy, the secretary beside him.

The secretary next to him replied: "I guess that sentence may be boasted by the Japanese themselves."

"Very well, your Japanese general has gone out to deal with housework. All white-skinned ninjas, I need you to consider my proposal." Jason looked at the few people who stayed in the meeting room, and said calmly :

"Which is, I'll take the bills and stuff them down your throats and make sure each of you pulls out the gold, but only if you let me put the bills in first, you know, you gotta keep your mouths open, that Jap will Will I give you the same money as me? I don’t think it’s possible. Should you wait for more than ten years before you have the chance to become millionaires, or should you drive a sports car and go out to date a girl now? This is a multiple-choice question. It will be too hard to choose, any high school student will know the correct answer, and you, but you are the top students of MIT, for the first time, I have a girlfriend from Caltech, so forgive my lack of Caltech's sworn enemy MIT respect."

The young people on the opposite side were silent and bowed their heads.

Soon, a young man of Japanese descent named Derek walked in again. Even though he tried his best to pretend, his expression was still a bit lost. He took a deep breath to adjust his emotions, and said in a calm tone as much as possible:

"Jason White, is this how a big company like yours helps a small company? Cut off my financial support, and even make trouble for my family?"

"Regarding your father's use of illegal means to steal wealth in this country, any American citizen with a sense of justice will do the right thing." Tommy shook his finger at him:

"Saving him is the right thing to do, and investing in your company is also the right thing to do, so these two things don't conflict, you just need to tell me, are you willing to consider my investment advice, instead of maliciously speculating on others, no one is looking for Your family's troubles, I just kindly remind you that he may be in trouble."

"Do I have any other choice?" Derek lowered his head: "Some people say that Silicon Valley is a developer's paradise, but this paradise obviously does not belong to us developers from MIT."

Jason stubbed out the cigarette butt: "Three million, 40% of the shares, I hope this number will not cause trouble to you and your team."

Derek's body shook violently, as if he understood something. He stared at Jason, and then looked at the companions around him. At this time, none of the companions wanted to look at him like before to convey each other's messages. Thoughts, just bowed his head in silence.

Three million is not just for pure investment, but also to drive yourself out of the game.

"Is it a deal?" Jason looked at each other calmly and asked softly.

Derek understood from the moment his companion didn't raise his head, so he finally clenched his fists and lowered his head: "Deal."

"This is the right decision." Jason straightened his suit and stood up, shook hands with the ashen-faced Derek, then walked towards the conference room, and said to his secretary who stayed in place:

"Billy, come and follow up the work. My work is over for today. Don't bother me anymore. Give me some private space."

Jason walked out of the conference room, pushed open the door of the small conference room next door, stood at the door and looked at Tommy and Sophia inside, looked at the two for a full ten seconds, and then slowly said:

"When are you going to pay for Sophia's breast augmentation?"

"Maybe when you don't have to pay for the milk powder of your four illegitimate children? The profits of the company have been squandered by moths like you. How can I give Sophia employee benefits?" Tommy said to Jason with a smile.

Jason sighed: "Why do you manage to flood my body with negative emotions every time we meet? F*ckYou! Tommy!"

Sophia smiled and looked at Jason, who hadn't seen him for more than half a year, and hugged him affectionately: "Don't pay attention to him, he is upset because Otilia temporarily went abroad to release his pigeons."

"This news made me feel better, thank you, Sophia." Jason heard that Tommy was in a bad mood, and his face immediately looked better.

Jason in front of him was still in good shape, and his suit seemed to be a size too small for him. At this moment, he came over and strangled Tommy's neck: "Why can you fuck so many women, but you don't even have a dick?" Those women were not allowed to be born, and I...have not yet married, but I have four more children, and they belong to four different women."

"This is the consequence of not carrying Trojan with you." Tommy said with a smile as Jason strangled his neck.

After the two of them fought for a while, Jason let go of Tommy, and then pointed to the conference room next to him: "See? This kind of shit happens every day, that old guy Benjamin Benson is forcing me to become a person who does all kinds of evil. The villains, the Japanese are miserable enough, and then I have to scare the poor child."

"Your bastard acting just now looks a bit exaggerated, brother, if it were me, I could make that kid opposite you pee on the spot." Tommy gave his evaluation after admiring it.

Hearing that Tommy actually questioned his acting skills, Jason retorted uncomfortably: "My acting skills are impeccable! Don't forget that Stanford's best small film practitioners, the best actor of the California Small Film Actors Guild, are here. In front of me, no one dares to discuss acting skills, and the whole Silicon Valley knows it."

"OK, impeccable acting skills, I have no aesthetics, so can we go? It's rare that my girlfriend let me go, I traded the precious rest time for a get-together with you, Holly." Tommy saw Jason With the look of being ready to come up at any time and give himself a chokehold, he resolutely admit defeat.

Jason stared at Tommy suspiciously: "According to what I know about you, you don't seem like you are willing to leave time for me and Holly, Mark's people, especially Charles told me that you are going to fly to see him tomorrow, why? , have you been so relaxed recently?"

"The team of the TV station has been formed, and the rest is some trivial work before the broadcast, and I don't need to take care of it myself." Tommy stretched his body and said.

Jason took out two cans of Coke from the commercial refrigerator in the corner, handed one to Sophia, and handed the other to Tommy. When Tommy reached out to pick it up, Jason had already retracted his hand and opened it himself to take a sip. His eyes were innocent. Said: "The last can, didn't Susan say that she was going to work in a TV station? You didn't let her practice with you? Throw her to do those low-level jobs?"

"She does work for the TV station, but she doesn't work for the TV station." Tommy walked to the refrigerator, took a look, and sure enough there was no Coke in it, so he walked back to Sophia, took the can Sophia was drinking, and took a sip himself : "Her pig bank is actually pretty good. I don't know why she has to come to the TV station."

Jason leaned on his seat like a slob: "Your bullshit is as incomprehensible as ever, what's going on, I'm willing to let you come to see me, since I spent 70,000 yuan a night last time, you haven't personally After answering my call, I don't think half a year can make you forget the 70,000 yuan bill."

"It's nothing, remind you to remember to help me calculate the approximate value of the various company shares that you, me, and Susan have acquired through EFF in the past few years." Tommy said.

"You want to cash out?" Jason asked suspiciously, frowning slightly.

Tommy returned the Coke to Sophia, took out the cigarette himself, threw one to Jason, then lit it himself, shaking his head slightly:

"Of course not. I just chose a target and I'm going to make a vote. I need capital."

"Like Lotus?" Jason asked without any fluctuation.

Tommy nodded, without denying: "It's somewhat similar, but the other party is much bigger than Lotus, and it's impossible to eat all of it, just a small part."

"Then you just said that you don't need to cash out, tell me, how much principal do you want me to prepare for you?" Jason picked up the cigarette in front of him, poked it, and asked with it in his mouth:

"The shares of dozens of companies held by the three of us are all added up, and the valuation can barely reach 700 million. It's a little bit reluctant, but it's not too bad. After all, there are only two companies listed on the market. According to the industry development, we can estimate that. In another five years, those shares will probably be worth more, maybe two or three times what they are now, and I don't recommend you put your money up now, really, Tommy, you haven't paid attention to the software industry for two years , it’s completely different, and it’s developing at an astonishingly fast pace.”

Tommy looked at Jason: "You have been with Mr. Benson for so long, and he didn't tell you one thing?"

"Tell me what?" Jason asked, taking out his lighter and lighting a cigarette.

Tommy said in a serious tone: "The most important point in business is to never take out the banknotes you have already put in your pockets to do business. You must always believe that the world is so big, there are always kind people who are willing to replace us. bear the cost."

"I actually felt a little guilty for scaring the Japanese just now. After hearing your last sentence, the guilt completely disappeared. Thank you for your advice, fucking Father Tommy~" Jason rolled his eyes at Tommy, Asked:

"So, which lucky person is so honored to be selected by you among thousands of American companies? Is there any hope of winning the honorary title of the most miserable company of the year?"

"It has just been established for two years, and it has been on the air for half a year. It is backed by Rupert Murdoch's Fox TV network." Tommy said with a smile.

"...Fortunately, I thought you were talking about the Murdoch Group's Fox TV network...I..." Jason didn't even react at the first moment, but immediately widened his eyes: "You fucking mean that Murdoch Group, which is said to have a global annual income of 12 billion? You want to steal his TV network business in the United States? His monthly income is more than our efforts in three or more years."

Tommy asked back of course: "I am an American. On American soil, what's wrong with regaining the TV business stolen by an Australian for the American people? Look, how many excellent American companies have been destroyed by that guy, He is an economic spy sent by the British to the United States, responsible for ruining one American company after another, and as a purebred American, I must stand up and stop his behavior."

"Your TV station staff knew the news, but they didn't resign?" Jason just turned his head and asked when he saw Tommy's righteous expression.

Tommy said, "Except for Sophia, Susan and you, no one knows at all. They don't need to know."

"That would cost a lot of money, are you sure there are good people in the world who can pay you that much money? Besides, where did Murdoch offend you? His newspaper said Otilia wasn't pretty enough with?"

"No hurry, it will take a few years at the earliest, take your time." Tommy exhaled a puff of smoke and said to Jason with a smile:

"And the reason is simple, he didn't offend me, it's just that he and his TV network support the Republican Party, ABC, CBS, NBC and my BT, all stand against him, so, my plan is still the old rules, BT is in charge of provocation The three major TV networks are in charge of cutting people for me. They have wanted to kill Murdoch for a long time, but the other party is too cunning to catch the right opportunity, and they are worried that the loss will be unbearable for them, so I am going to help them with the loss. The hatred is passed on to the blacks, so that they can act more calmly and avoid worries."

"It's the blessing of the Soviet Union to have you, Tommy." Jason scratched his head frantically. In the past two years, he has looked like a mature and shameless businessman, but Tommy Hawke can always refresh his shameless businessman. cognition of the word.

Tommy stretched his waist: "Maybe in a few years, the Soviet Union will not thank me, because I hope it will bear the cost of this ticket for me."