Chicago 1990

"The chairman of Seagram Universal has repeatedly made untrue remarks against the American Music website. I personally respect him, but I still want to say that all his remarks about the company are nonsense!"

In the first official press conference of Litman Media after the stock market disaster, CEO Ms. Sloan's small moon white silk suit was opened, revealing the exquisite large rose print of the shirt inside. Pointing, full of air, sharp teeth, "America music website strictly abides by the laws of the United States before and after the Digital Millennium Act comes into force. We have competed with RIAA in court, and the final result has also been confirmed. This point. I once again solemnly declare that Litman Media reserves the right to resort to law for any false defamation and defamation!"

"Ms. Sloan, how do you explain to investors that the market value of your company and its websites has plummeted recently? Does your company have any new plans to save the stock price?"

At the moment of the stock market crash, financial reporters obviously didn't care about the bickering of Littman's media department and other company executives.

"Of course, the ratings and subscriber numbers of our stations are rising. Do you watch the hip-hop contest on ACE at home? It has led a new wave of hip-hop and pop-up culture around the world. I noticed that Europe and books have also appeared one after another. A flash event..."

"I'm asking about the stock price..." the reporter interrupted her.

"There is now an irrational panic in the New York stock market, so I don't want to talk about this, but I need to focus on specific operations and create value for shareholders. I still want to call on the United States to create the Internet revolution. The country, our own government can’t sit back and watch the first mover advantage be ruined. The pace of catching up with countries around the world is very urgent, and the leader may not always be ahead..."

"But the market value of your company..."

Sloan interrupted impatiently, "Well, time is limited, leave the opportunity to ask questions to others, Next..."

"Ms. Sloan, the majority of investors are currently criticizing Internet company executives for free cashing or even illegal cashing out. We noticed that since the beginning of this year, you often take a private jet with a Gulfstream V model, right? This model is currently The market price is..."

"Next!"

"Haha!" Song Ya burst into laughter when he heard Sloan's voice become sharper, and it was only right to decompress it properly, and his brows stretched a lot.

"Wow, you can still laugh..."

Halle stepped on her high heels and walked in with her small handbag briskly, "The stock has fallen like this!"

"hiss……"

When she hit her thigh without seeing the field, Song Ya took a cold breath and moved aside, pressed the remote control to turn off the TV, and asked quietly, "What? It's done?"

"Well, throw it all away!"

Song Ya recognized the situation after the three major negatives were thrown out at the weekend. Halle had no inconvenience to throw some stocks, so she decisively asked her to return to Los Angeles to find her stock broker and rush to change the holdings she had recommended in the morning on Monday. All shares are emptied.

Halle is running fast. In that combination, YAHOO is cut from the highest peak. 3. Nortel has fallen more severely. Other Cisco and AOL have fallen differently. Comcast and ATandT are still defensive. Of course, billionaires dream. Broken, but at any rate there are forty to fifty million in a safe pocket.

I'm almost catching up with the money I gave to my ex-wife when I got divorced.

"Oh! What a pity, did I? I didn't listen to me long ago..."

In addition, seeing the stocks continue to fall sharply on Monday, Halle still complained, but her mood improved a lot.

"Don't mention this anymore!"

I'm not afraid to talk to her about stocks, and my brain hurts... hey! I really have nothing to say to women, the most benevolence and righteousness are exhausted, Song Ya thought in his heart, "Oh, yes, I am not allowed to talk to anyone about me letting you sell stocks in the future, have you heard clearly?" He warned Harry again very seriously .

"understand!"

As a veteran stockist, Halle also knows the seriousness, and is tight-lipped outside, "Then... when do you think it would be better to come back and buy the bottom?"

"Shut up! Shut up!" Song Ya was outraged.

"Okay, okay...really...I'm going to take a shower!" Hallie mumbled and got up. "It's exhausting to fly around..." Familiarly walked into the depths of the villa.

Three billion...no, more than three billion...

Song Ya was so tossed by her that she had to think of stocks again in her mind. Of course it hurts to lose so much money. It seems that one decompression is not enough.

Now it’s different. Now it’s a big game, such as the night of Oscar... there are very few apocalypses, and without the apocalypse, in the future... I don’t know when I can earn this more than 3 billion back.

More than three billion!

"boss."

At this time, Dr. Chen brought a few familiar faces to the door.

"Ha! Welcome, Dr. Mei, Yan Hong, Tang Yi... long time no see."

Song Ya got up to welcome Dr. Mei and Yan Hong, his former subordinates, who returned to China to start a business when they were shot into a coma. Tang Yi also returned to China to join the hot Internet industry after being an assistant to the president of A+ Apparel for a period of time. I got the support of A+ venture capital from myself and Dr. Chen.

Their companies are all preparing to go public in the United States. Unfortunately, their actions were too slow, but fortunately they did not hit this wave of crashes in China's Internet stocks.

"Let me take a look at your website."

After the money was invested, Song Ya always had to check where the money was spent and it was not worth it. Unfortunately, the timing was not very good. After the greeting, he started working with a group of people.

What Tang Yi is doing is the Chinese version of YAHOO, a portal website. The market prospects are very clear. After all, YAHOO is still worth 60 billion. According to Tianqi's analysis, Song Ya has confidence in the future of China and is also willing to support the development of the Internet industry there, even if it loses some money.

Tang Yi is a child prodigy. He has a working background at Harvard Business School and McKinsey. He was also a senior executive of a fast-moving consumer goods company for a period of time. He is proficient in marketing techniques and is very good at coming. Song Ya heard that his current popularity in China has far exceeded that of Dr. Mei and In just one year, Yan Hong and his wife have almost become one of the leading figures in the industry there.

"Yes, very good." The prospect of the portal website is still there, and Song Ya praised after browsing the website founded by Tang Yi.

"The key is the next round of financing..." Tang Yi said bitterly.

"There may be no good solution for the time being." Song Ya confessed to the current difficult situation. "Now rice stock investors have suffered heavy losses. It is estimated that in a short period of time everyone will have to tighten their pockets, including me. The money from the first two rounds of financing is repaid. Is it enough to burn?" he asked.

"Probably enough to burn to the beginning of next year..." Tang Yi replied.

"Oh?" So fast? Song Ya was a little surprised, "Well, stick to it first."

"Save a little bit of money." Dr. Chen, President of A+ Venture Capital, reminded him.

"I will." Tang Yi nodded.

Then there is the website of Dr. Mei and Yan Hong and his wife. Yan Hong was originally a great search engine, and they naturally specialize in this area.

"Ok?"

Song Ya clicked on the website they founded and saw the search box in the center of the refreshing homepage, the familiar feeling of Tianqi came to his heart again.

But this time, there was no ecstasy in his heart, but a bit... bitter, "Isn't it different from YAHOO's search mode?"

"Yes, the current basic user interfaces in this field are all the same."

Beauty Yanhong reached out and clicked on the keyboard to explain, "Look, I guess the layouts of similar websites in Dog, Da Mao, Silla, and Spain are similar."

One by one, the search website pages jumped out under Yan Hong's demonstration, with different shapes, but it was indeed a bit inseparable.

It will more or less bring a sense of familiarity with the apocalypse...

Damn it! Song Ya suddenly realized something, and his face was ashamed for an instant.

"Boss, what's wrong with you!?"

Dr. Chen noticed that he was leaning back on the chair with his chest, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, without saying a word, "Boss?"

If the YAHOO homepage once brought me a sense of familiarity with Apocalypse, what about the website of Yanhong couple? What about the familiarity of these websites?

Could it be that the winner... is not necessarily YAHOO?

By the way, the previous s, etc...

YAHOO has won at this stage, but what about in the future?

That's it! I didn't notice the weakness of Apocalypse! It is just a radar that shuttles between the memory of its present and future lives. The light spots displayed on the radar may be enemy aircraft and warships, but it may also be a flock of worthless birds!

He will make a mistake! Will pit me!

As Sloan said, countries in the world are now catching up with the first-mover advantage of the United States, and there are constantly new competitors appearing in the United States! Will YAHOO be guaranteed to win in the future?

After all, they all brought a sense of familiarity with Apocalypse!

This **** familiarity!

Song Ya's thoughts turned, his breathing became more and more difficult, and he still had so many YAHOO stocks on hand!

Previously because of Apocalypse, I strengthened my belief in holding, but now I think about it, the real risk is much greater than I thought before!

"You go back first... Mike! Mike!"

Dr. Chen hurriedly sent out the three of Tang Yi and shouted the old man, the personal bodyguard that the boss trusted the most.

"Do you need to call a doctor?" He asked: "The boss has ordered before. If you fainted again, don't call an ambulance rashly..."

"No, I'm fine."

Song Ya returned to his senses and saw Old Mike staring at her face and studying, "It's okay, Mike, you all go out. Let me be quiet..."

"Really all right?" Old Mike confirmed.

"It's okay." Song Ya adjusted his breath and squeezed a smile at the old man.

"La la la..." The fragrant Hallie was looking for someone, when she heard Dr. Chen and others chatting and going out.

"Mr. APLUS's body...is it still the same as before?" Dr. Mei, who had been an assistant before and knew a lot of secrets, asked ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but it was a pity that Halle couldn't understand a word of Chinese that the group used.

"His sturdy body... the fainting problem has not recurred in these two or three years. Don't worry too much. After all, it is normal to lose so much money in a short period of time. It is normal for the mood to fluctuate, and everyone is in a bad mood. This is not us. What do I need to know, take you on a two-day tour of Chicago? It's a rare trip..."

Dr. Chen and others left while chatting.

"what happened to you?"

When Hallie entered the door, she saw a man alone in a daze in the study. His eyes were a little scary. Old Mike opened the window to ventilate him because he wanted him to breathe more fresh air. There was a pile of papers on the desk. The paper was blown off the ground by the wind.

Hallie leaned over to pick it up and asked concerned.

Song Ya didn't want to speak for the time being, but shook his head silently.

(End of this chapter)

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