Chicago 1990

Early on Saturday morning, the first ray of sunshine in the West China Sea accompanied the sea breeze across the waves and the beach, climbing up the cliff like vines, and passing through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom, illuminating the couple who were sleeping together like butterflies, back to back. .

A black aunt came in tiptoe and walked to the man's side of the bed, "Boss, boss..." gently pushing his arm against the quilt, whispering.

"Linda...what's the matter?"

Song Ya woke up slowly, yawning, picked up the watch on the bedside table and glanced, "So early..."

"It's time to leave, we have to catch the morning flight to Silicon Valley..." Linda replied.

"Oh." He remembered, and had a quarrel with his wife before going to bed last night. He swore angrily not to take a private jet. It's cool to say something harsh, so now I only have to work harder...

Turning to look at Mariah Carey who was sleeping soundly, "Go out and talk about it, don't wake her up."

Putting on her nightgown and going out with Linda, she randomly found a guest room to take a shower and wash, and she became more energetic, "APLUS." When she came out, she saw Sandy Glen, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

"You really surprised me Sandy."

At this point, he no longer spoke the same as he did to Mira’s agent before, and finally caused the other party to perceive the crisis and encourage Mira to break up with him. Instead, he shook hands with the other party quietly, “You’re here a bit earlier. , Mimi is still asleep, wait a moment."

"It's okay, I'll just wait outside."

Sandy Glenn, who was swept out by MJ, was very humble, "Talk?"

"Yes, but I have to catch the flight soon."

Song Ya sat down with him on the sofa in the living room. There were countless wine glasses that hadn't been cleaned up after the party last night.

Sandy Glenn was a little hungry to make up for the loss of MJ’s gold medal agent’s coffee position or face. The terms for both William Morris and Mariah Carey were very favorable. He helped Mariah Carey to pay. The liquidated damages to William Morris and Donovan, Mariah Carey’s brokerage income during the original contract period also belonged to William Morris and Donovan, plus a buyout fee for uncompleted contracts, which he paid back Mariah Carey has a lower brokerage share.

Sandy Glen is still the big brother of the same-sex brotherhood in Hollywood, and a close friend of David Geffen. His brokerage ability and social energy are no better than the old brokerage company William Morris, but his personal strength is slightly stronger than Donovan. DIVA Still clever, it was indeed a good business for her, but it was a bit unacceptable for herself and Donovan.

I called Donovan by myself last night, and the first sentence of the other party was ‘Don’t forget the hard work we William Morris made for you in the fight against Motura. ’

Have to patiently explain and appease.

"Sorry, APLUS, I know you are not happy about this."

Sandy Glen is a human being. Of course he can guess the reaction between himself and Donovan. "Please understand, everyone is underestimating me after being abandoned by MJ. I must have another head star soon. ."

"I understand that business is business."

Song Ya chatted with him one way and the other.

Sandy Glen is obviously plotting himself, he said: "Do you have any hard to solve problems, if William Morris..."

"What we can't do, you can't do Sandy."

At this time Hayden came in, he was no longer the small agent before, and he was not very polite to Sandy Glen.

Sandy Glen smiled and did not choose a head-on conflict.

"Hayden, it came just right, let's go now..."

Song Ya and Sandy Glen said hello, and then led them to the garage together, "I may be a little troublesome to ask Harvey Weinstein, can you handle it?"

"I heard Donovan say that Harvey will never use his influence lightly for a media of the New York Times level..." Hayden complained.

"Don't always do this and you can't do that, you see, Mimi has replaced you, although she meant to punish me."

Song Ya said silently, "You don't have to find Harvey. You, William Morris, must stop New York from publishing a special report on the Chicago case. This matter is very important, and it's not worth talking about."

"Okay, we will do both."

Hayden had to accept, "Harvey's old man will definitely take the opportunity to meddle with your person APLUS. Charisy didn't get the role you arranged before, just using the old way of showing power to Hollywood girls. If he wants to What do you do if Charles goes to accompany him? Promise?"

"Fxxk! Hayden! Charis is not mine..."

Song Ya looked back at the villa with a guilty conscience, "I'm not the kind of scumbag who achieves his goals by betraying women. You cooperated with Yeremov to protect Charis. Originally, the reward I promised to her was not fully achieved. I don't want to be the one who pushed her into the fire pit anymore."

"For women, Harvey has a good reputation..."

After Hayden finished speaking, he saw Song Ya’s eyes widened, "Okay, well, I didn’t say it, but I remind you, it’s very troublesome for Harvey to find out that you ask him. A person who makes use of every bit of value."

"So if you William Morris can do it yourself, I won't have that much trouble."

Before entering the boarding gate, Song Ya warned Hayden: "It's time to wake you up about Mimi. How much have you earned from me over the years? Huh? Don’t be too old and I will let you do something. That's difficult, don't you think I can solve the problem through Sandy Glen and David Geffen?"

"Oh! I understand, so that's it, wait for the good news, APLUS." Hayden waved goodbye.

The group came to the headquarters of Amerika Music website in Sunnyvale, met with Dile, Alicia, Jimmy, Dr. May and others, held a small meeting temporarily, and then set off for DTS. The ambitious ones also The headquarters moved, not long ago.

"It's like hitting APLUS."

The founder Terry Beard, who was greeted at the entrance of the building, was pale, and he vented his resentment on IBM. "The blue giant has been bureaucratically corrupted to an incredible level. They are using their influence indiscriminately. "

"Let's go in and talk."

Goldman Sachs' Smith and Spielberg's Catherine are there, "It was APLUS that you suggested to Mr. Beard to speed up the listing process, what should we do now?" As the party who had previously suggested a steady and steady fight, Catherine came up to hold him accountable.

"I don't know how things will become like this."

Song Ya sat next to her, "Isn't the Big Three of DreamWorks available?" He stabbed back: "Are they with Paul Allen in Hollywood?"

As the president of Amperling Entertainment, Catherine actually has some opinions on Spielberg’s dream work by Katzenberg and David Geffenra. However, she is an assistant of Spielberg and she is loyal and loyal. The provocation is naive APLUS, let's solve the current trouble first."

As a few black seniors at Goldman Sachs, Smith took the initiative in the meeting, "Since the new audio-visual media format is facing the problem of choosing one, and now the industry judges that the SD camp is difficult to win, then the DTS prospectus must be changed. , Investors will no longer believe in the bright prospects we have outlined, catching the big ship of the SD camp, Barabara, etc..."

The SD camp has not lost yet, but the industry believes that it is about to lose. Investors have insufficient confidence in DTS. Goldman Sachs, as the underwriter, certainly does not want to see the stock price plummet after the forced listing. Smith's prescription is simple, or postpone the listing. , Or change the prospectus, announcing that DTS will use the money raised in the open market to acquire some companies that have DVD standard patents.

Both of these options have problems. Postponement of the listing. DTS has to compensate the C round of investment institutions. One of the conditions for them to get real money into the game is to sign a gambling contract with a time limit. Caused the bankruptcy of DTS. The prospectus reform shows that the company's business direction is uncertain, and investors will still not recognize it. Even if it is forced to go public, it will inevitably encounter major setbacks.

"I asked the people at Northern Trust last night, and they said that they could be listed on the Chicago Stock Exchange. What do you think?" Song Ya proposed a third way.

"If we don't get listed on the Nasdaq, we will withdraw from Goldman Sachs." Smith said strongly.

"And us." The people at Madoff Investment Fund also stated.

Breach of the underwriting agreement DTS is the same as losing money.

"Don't look at me, I will come up with an idea..." Song Ya spread his hands, "I'm just a humble minority shareholder."

So everyone looked to Terry Beard, the founder who relied on the contradictions of multiple investors and still managed the company successfully, was embarrassed again, "Then let me think about it again, think about it..."

It seems that it cannot be decided by a meeting. Song Ya can understand Terry Beard's entangled mentality. He is only the last kick to become a billionaire. No one wants to die alive and stubbornly in front of the goal.

"Dila, Alicia, I'll leave it to you."

Song Ya shook hands with Alicia, who had returned to business affairs again, and said goodbye, "I also have to go to Netscape."

"Okay, don't worry too much about APLUS. The standard dispute will continue for a while, but the intensity has become life and death, and the SD camp will not necessarily lose." Alicia comforted.

"My investment in DTS has already made a lot of money. Even if this company goes bankrupt, I haven't lost money. Please persuade Terry Beard more."

Song Ya was struggling to have fun, and there was no good news during this period. Dr. Mei and Jimmy reported that the official version of Netscape browser should be called the professional version to be precise. After the launch, the sales situation is very good, and it is likely to exceed it within half a year. Netscape’s new president, Baxter, blows a million sales in Haikou.

Forty-five dollars a piece of software, more than one million sales in half a year means that the company is likely to be able to hand over 50 to 60 million meters of sales revenue before going public, which will inevitably make Netscape go public. It's bright, that five percent of my own shares are likely to get more than expected returns. This piece of fat has also become a thorn in the eyes of Jim Clark and others, and they have been targeted before going public.

"They can't kick us away, but because you were eager to enter the game at the beginning, our 5% shareholder equity is very small. Jim Clark may reduce our equity ratio by means of targeted capital increase." Jimmy said worriedly: "APLUS, I remind you that this possibility is definitely not low, it depends on whether Jim Clark wants to play shamelessly with us."

Like DTS, the situation has changed, and the demands of all relevant stakeholders will change. Whether it becomes worse or better, capital will never stop fighting and gaming.

"Go talk and see what I can offer Jim Clark and the others besides helping with advertising."

Except for his wife, this kind of trouble could not cause any violent emotional fluctuations in Song Ya. He calmly led his subordinates except Dile and Alicia to Netscape.

"Congratulations, I heard that our software sales situation is very good, right, where is Jim?" He asked Bucksdale, who was in charge of the reception.

"In the project team, with Mark Anderson and the others, and the people from SUN."

Backpackers smiled, "I heard that your investment in DTS encountered a setback?"

"Yes, not a big setback." Feeling that the aura of this lucky pig is almost gone, Song Ya has no regrets.

"Please come in, by the way, the new thing we are developing is a core secret, and we have to sign a confidentiality agreement, all of which must be signed. Then, not too many people can be admitted."

Backsd asked the staff to bring the legal documents. After the trial, Jimmy signed with Song Ya and Dr. Mei, and then hung a visitor badge around his neck, leaving the entourage such as Old Mike and Linda outside .

"APLUS! You came just right, look at our nuclear weapons!"

Jim Clark and Mark Anderson all gathered around a computer to look at the code.

"What is this?" Song Ya didn't understand this, and looked at the lines of code on the computer screen, eh? Seems familiar?

"Hey, let Mark introduce our star shareholder?" Jim Clark pulled him a chair, "What's wrong with you? APLUS."

"No, nothing..." Song Ya sat down on her chest, which was flushing with sour water. "Maybe I came too quickly in the morning and didn't eat much. It was...a bit uncomfortable."

"Really? Your body will be as vulnerable as our programmers?" Mark Anderson quipped, and everyone laughed.

"Mark and they are working overtime overnight. Have you seen each other for a while?"

Jim Clark's attitude was pretty good. He couldn't see that he was secretly engaged in a conspiracy against him. Song Ya was a little bit more determined, "Yes, what is this?" He looked at the screen.

"A new programming language, a masterpiece of SUN!" Mark Anderson replied, the software was selling well, coupled with technological breakthroughs, he was in a good mood, and everyone else was the same, with loud voices, and the entire project team was filled with optimism. "We can cooperate with SUN to use it to defeat Microsoft! It is statically object-oriented, simple and elegant..."

Mark Anderson gave almost all the beautiful words to the language, but Song Ya felt more breathless as he listened. The code on the screen seemed to evoke some bad memories. "Wow, what is it called? ?"

"JAVA."

"Java?" Song Ya felt even more uncomfortable. In addition to her belly, she started to buzz in her ears.

"Yes, JAVA!"

Mark Anderson did not notice what was wrong with him, and began to crackle the keyboard demo, "This language has given me and my colleagues a lot of inspiration. We also have an idea to develop a new programming language, currently named JAVAScript!"

"vomit!"

Song Ya couldn't bear it anymore, and he vomited out on the spot. He suddenly remembered his previous life, as if he had traveled through this unfortunate thing?

"Hey! What's the matter with you? APLUS, Jim!?" Mark Anderson got vomit on his pants, and he jumped to the side in fright.

Song Ya's hands stretched out to the keyboard uncontrollably, her fingers trembling crazily, as if she wanted to type the code?

A hallucination appeared in front of his eyes. At some point and place, an unshaven coder was staring at the screen incomparably, his fingers fluttering, suddenly, his heart hurt, and then he fell silently on the keyboard.

"Ah! M-FXXK!"

Everyone was staring at him in horror. He used his arms to pull back the hands that stretched towards the keyboard abruptly and folded them in front of his chest. There was only one thought in his mind: sing! jump! RAP! What are you doing? generation! child! Never! Hit another line of code!

"Boss~www.wuxiaspot.com~Boss?" Jimmy behind him also panicked, "Mr. Clark, please call an ambulance immediately!"

"Already called." Bucksd hung up his phone, "Soon...what's wrong with your boss? I don't seem to have eaten something bad."

"I do not know either."

Jimmy and them couldn't help staring at them, retching and twisting their hands strangely, looking at each other like Song Ya, who was insane.

"We, uh, let's not wait for the ambulance, Mike! Mike!"

Jimmy reacted, went out to call old Mike and Linda, and said to Mark Anderson, the tallest programmer among the programmers: "Mr. Anderson, you can help, yes, lift your foot, we are together, thank you."

Several people worked together to carry Song Ya out.

"What's wrong with this singer? Sucking his head too much?"

Watching the hurried crowd carrying Song Ya away, Jim Clark asked Bachder beside him.

"Unlike, APLUS never touches that stuff. I remember a rare disease called... chorea. The symptoms are very similar." Backsted replied.

"Huntington's disease? Doesn't he have a few years left to live?" Jim Clark opened his mouth in shock.

"If it is diagnosed, it should be." Backsted nodded slowly.

"It's a pity, that kid's song is not bad, alas! Maybe this is the fate of a genius artist! God is always so fair and ruthless..."

After sighing, Jim Clark groaned for ten seconds, and then said, "I think it's better."

"What the hell?" Bucksted asked.

"The plan to compress his shares."

"Oh, OK……"

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