Chicago 1990

"Before the world's richest man made his fortune, his father was already the title partner of Quanmi TOP Law Firm and the chairman of the Washington State Bar. His wife, the mother of the richest man, was born in a family of banks and served as the president of Washington State Union Bank. Chairman of the National Executive Committee of United Bank, director of Washington First Interstate Bank, Unigard Security Insurance Group, and Pacific Northwest Bell Telephone Company. A few weeks after she discussed her son’s company with the IBM chairman, IBM boldly changed the operation of its own personal computer products The system was developed by Microsoft, which is still a small software company. Is MSDOS right? It seems that even the richest man bought and improved that system from others."

After only staying in that room for less than five minutes, Song Ya immediately went to Sloan after he came out, repeating the general process, "It's a bit embarrassing to meet so many big people, right?" Sloan laughed: " Don’t blame yourself, it’s normal not to recognize the richest man’s father. He is a lawyer, not a public figure, and very low-key."

"Stupefied? No, I was calm at the time, and I was absolutely not ashamed. Just...it felt a little weird. In addition to the photographer, there are some attendants and nurses in a room of elderly people? It should be a paramedic, walking around. Go, I have no chance to talk to them more."

Song Ya shrugged and said, "They seem to take a group photo when they get together. After all, that age... Mrs. Astor is over ninety years old, and David Rockefeller is over eighty years old."

"Wait! Take a photo!? Did you take it with them too?" Sloan heard this suddenly his eyes light up.

"It seems to be taken, I'm not sure, I'm all focused on talking to them." Song Ya replied.

"What did you guys talk about? With whom? Can you recall it?" Sloan asked, "It's best to remember their looks and actions at the time."

"What just happened Sloan, my memory is not that bad. Uh..."

Song Ya closed his eyes and recalled, “Mr. David Rockefeller didn’t speak, and sat in a daze after shaking hands. After I shook hands with old Gates, Dr. Kissing seemed to be most interested in me. He first asked me if I could speak Chinese. , I answered,'Can you speak and write?' He asked again,'Yes', and I answered,'Cantonese?' He asked,'Mandarin,' and I answered. At this time, Mrs. Astor looked back at me. ...Smiling, but did not speak, a very temperamental old lady, I nodded to her."

"I heard that she can also speak Chinese. She has spent four years in China and loves Chinese culture. She funded the construction of the Chinese-style courtyard on the second floor of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, the Astor courtyard." Sloan added: "That building The people in the room seem to be more friendly to China. Mrs. Astor, David Rockefeller and Dr. Kissing have maintained friendship for decades."

"Perhaps."

Song Ya felt that at least Murdoch, who owns FoxNews, said it was not good. Among the Rockefeller family members, he knew that there were friendly and unfriendly ones. That kind of big family bet separately. Dr. Kissin was based on the interests of the United States. Hua was friendly. After he stepped aside politically, he was not popular in the United States. It was personally beneficial to him to maintain his old friendship with friendly characters.

"So they are interested in your relationship with China?" Sloan asked: "It is very hot to invest in China now."

"How is it possible that Dr. Kissin is here? How can I see my relationship in front of him?"

Song Ya shook his head, "I guess it was when they were taking a photo with Murdoch that Murdoch suggested asking me to go over and have a chat, and then maybe Madoff, Dr. Kissin and others did not refuse..."

"What happened later? What did you talk about."

"Nothing to talk about. Murdoch asked me when I was in New York, whether there would be any auctions in the auction, and if I saw Bill McKennick outside, etc... I answered truthfully." Song Ya said, "Buffett asked me if I met Ovitz again. I said yes. He took me outside to find you just now."

"after that?"

"Later, an old man named Rothschild came in, and Murdoch hinted that I could go out, so I... just came out to find you."

"Then you said you weren't dumbfounded!?"

"Yes...is there?" Song Ya scratched his head.

Sloan rolled his eyes, just as Bill McKennick walked over and the two stopped talking.

"APLUS, have you seen Mr. Murdoch?" Bill McKennick asked.

"Yes, I have seen it."

"Then we will watch a sample of the Titanic tomorrow afternoon?" Bill McKennick invited. "Mr. Murdoch will be there too."

"Sample? Is it finished? Didn't mean..."

Why are you looking for me to buy investment after the filming is over? Song Ya and Sloan looked at each other, a little puzzled.

"No, it's just some... samples. I don't know the specific content. I finally convinced Cameron to direct it. I can't do anything with him now."

Bill McKennick was very anxious. "Anyway, tomorrow afternoon, it's fixed?" He reported the specific time and address.

"Ok."

At this time, the auction started. Song Ya went to the venue on the pretext of saying goodbye to Sloan, "I feel like they know that you have signed with Litman, so they have a series of actions just now. Murdoch is afraid to let you go. Run away." Sloan whispered while waiting for him to walk away.

"It's very likely that in the situation of the Littleman family today, it's normal to have a ghost."

Song Ya thinks this speculation is very reasonable, "Maybe Murdoch has mastered the progress of the negotiations between my two sides from beginning to end."

"But he doesn't know that he has no competitive relationship with Litman... Just after spending 85 million yuan, he still hasn't shown any attitude of refusing to invest in the Titanic 60 million yuan. You are absolutely qualified to enter temporarily in these two days. That room." Sloan laughed.

"Hey, just these two days?"

Sloan doesn’t often flatter himself. Song Ya is very useful. Today’s auction is like a cloud of VIPs and naturally played a lot. The bidding amount can easily be millions. Now you can save money and spend fifty thousand dollars. I took Zhang Dali's watercolor painting and gave it to Sloan with a participation award. Then I found a place to earn my 20 dollars hard money.

The next day, he and Sloan appeared in a screening room of Fox Television Network in New York.

"Come and sit down, APLUS."

Murdoch was already there, half lying on the couch in the screening room, with Bill McKennick sitting beside him.

"Sorry, I'm late." Song Ya sat down, and Ms. Sloan took the initiative to go to the back row and sit next to the group of people who might be Fox Pictures executives.

"No, you are on time."

The light in the screening room was very dim, and Song Ya could only distinguish Murdoch's standard Jewish side face and the reflection of the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Go ahead." Murdoch stared at the silver in front of him from beginning to end. The curtain, index finger and **** pressed on the temples of the glasses, it seems very worried.

Yesterday in that room, whether Buffett, Rockefeller, Madoff, or Rothschild all ran a financing business, I don’t know why this old man didn’t borrow money from them? Song Ya muttered to himself, of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to ask in person.

He knew that Murdoch was in a bad situation recently. The John Malone mentioned by Ovitz and the TCI company owned by the media tycoon just announced that it had more than 5% of News Corporation shares in his hands. I know if I want to take advantage of his illness to kill him...

The relationship between John Malone and the deputy commander Gore is very stale. Gore seems to be attacking a merger between TCI and Microsoft? The specific details are also unclear, and I have not paid attention to it.

Three people who didn’t know whether it was the Fox executives or the Titanic project began to take the copies from the password suitcase. One of the people had the suitcase in his hand, and the other two each entered the password. It took a long time to get the movie copy out of the suitcase. , Song Ya took advantage of this boring waiting time to think wildly.

Director Cameron seems not to come? Looking back, he didn't find the truck driver, the tyrant on the set.

"Go ahead, hurry up."

Bill McKennick urged the person in charge of the screening.

With a click of the switch, the screening room was completely darkened, and the Titanic samples began to relax. At the beginning, there were a few handwritten fonts, movie names, editing times, etc., and then the screen lit up. It was from the golden age of Hollywood. It's a popular grand ball show.

There is no post-production, no soundtrack, wrong colors, and terrible sound effects. Song Ya has experience in editing and knows that this is normal. From a professional point of view, there is no problem with Cameron's dance party scheduling.

The camera zoomed in to a close-up of the face of Xiao Li and the heroine Kate Winslet dancing. The heroine seemed a little fat? Song Ya curled his lips.

Suddenly the playback speed seemed to be wrong,'chirp...' The sound of tape reel came out from the screening room audio, and Xiao Li and Kate Winslet jumped fast on the screen like early silent films. The progressive dance is quite funny.

Murdoch made a sigh or clear phlegm in his throat, and Bill McKennick looked back nervously.

"It's not my problem." The person in charge of the report whispered.

That's the problem of the sample film, and there is more than this problem. The picture is suddenly cut to the perspective of a big ship, which is very realistic, no, it is almost true.

However, the on-site staff seemed to be photographed in the camera and there was no time to cut it off.

"This is the Titanic?" Song Ya asked Bill McKennick.

"Yes, this is the same ship that year, full-size model, real shot." Murdoch felt better and answered in person.

But it immediately entered the'fast forward' mode. After a series of messy shots flashed, only half of the ship was left. There were bands still playing on the ship, and some men who could tell from their clothes were high-class men. Stay firmly on the boat, listen to the music and go to death with generosity~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Astor IV was one of them, the father of Mrs. Astor’s husband, and one of the richest people in the world at that time , And the founder of Macy’s is also inside. "Murdoch introduced.

"Oh, that's the case." Song Ya nodded to teach.

"Ok."

I don't know if it was Cameron's cut. I fast forward for a while, and then the picture is cut randomly. The ship is sinking just now, and the next shot is sailing in the sea with ease. The viewing experience is very painful.

"Rose! Rose!"

When Xiao Lizi was shouting the name of the heroine in the sea, he started to fast-forward again. Song Ya tried to distinguish, as if the edge of the swimming pool could be seen in the corner of the screen. Xiaoli gave the chance to survive, a wooden board drifting in the sea. After the heroine, then...the people are gone, the picture comes to an abrupt end, and the screening room is completely dark.

Silence and embarrassment filled, Song Ya only heard the sound of the projector turning.

"No... no more?" Bill McKennick asked.

"It seems to be gone." The person who brought the copy replied: "I don't know the content. Director Cameron has very strict requirements for confidentiality."

"Oh! Turn on the light."

Murdoch was really sighing this time. After the light was turned on, he glanced at his watch, "It's only ten minutes, and I originally planned to stay here for two hours."

No one in the screening room dared to pick up the problem. Song Yaxin said that Cameron was really ruthless. The big boss increased investors and only showed it for ten minutes, and he didn't even bother to retouch the sample.

"Uh……"

Bill McKennick's panic suggestion, "Would you like to watch OneFineDay? We prepared for the Christmas schedule, a romance film starring George Clooney and Michelle Pfeiffer."

Murdoch waved impatiently, Bill McKennick immediately jumped up and ran out of the door to copy the tune.