Chicago 1990

"Okay, let's go out."

When the freight elevator door opened again, Song Ya was already well dressed and interrupted with a tissue.

Alicia's mood also improved a lot. She took a deep breath, put the lipstick into her bag, pursed her mouth to make it even, and tugged neatly on the skirt and the hem of the dress, and then raised her head to pose as the law firm owner and elite professional woman Faces not close to strangers stepped out of the elevator door.

"Alicia, APLUS, you are late."

Another named partner, Argus, and others in the law firm are watching the live broadcast of the trial of Simpson’s wife murder case. With the judgment day of the case approaching in October, every court session affects the hearts of American society. Song When Ya went to the White House, I heard that even the commander never failed.

"Today, the Los Angeles Police Department detective performed well."

The detective who was dug up for discriminatory remarks made a comeback. He should have received relevant training in the past few months, and he has performed a lot better. He was firm and clear in answering the other's lawyer's inquiries, and once again denied that. He cursed the authenticity of Nger's tapes. After all, it was not evidence and had nothing to do with the case.

Apart from Song Ya, who were all professionals, Alicia also naturally participated in the evaluation, as if everything in the freight elevator just now was illusory, probably she just wanted to vent, and she was a good target.

This is good, Song Ya didn't want to have any emotional entanglements with her, he felt that his mood even improved a little, and the thread of confusion that often appeared recently seemed to have been removed.

"Then I will go first, Alicia, Argus."

On the contrary, he didn't care what the result of Simpson's case would be. He stood behind the lawyers and watched for a while and said goodbye.

"Wait, there are some documents I think you need to see."

Alicia took him to her office and took out two documents from the desk drawer. "You really plan to take the shares of this small New York TV station owned by the Inner City Broadcasting Company and a small New York TV station after the capital injection is successful. Is the radio channel resold to the bragging father? I have to remind you that, strictly speaking, these two items are not bad assets."

"I have to reciprocate the bragging father who decisively gave up working with Quincy Jones and Russell Simmons and others. Alicia, you know, Americans admire carrots and sticks. I punished those who opposed me and needed Give me some rewards for showing kindness to me."

Song Ya took the document, "Bag father wants to buy, I will sell it to him, he paid a good price, I look down on the two small media, but for him with a gang background in Harlem, he can get it. It's a long face, and it can also expand his influence."

"You are right, uh, anyway... I have prepared all the legal documents."

Alicia came over and shook hands with him. The wall of this office is glass. People are coming and going. It is impossible to make any extra moves. Instead, the two of them are tacitly more careful than before, and their hands are very formulaic. However, this mature professional woman still can't restrain the slight charm of her eyes, and said with a smile: "Then next time we meet in New York, I wish your technology company a successful listing, will it be successful?"

"Thank you, there should be no problems. When the two projects we have worked together are finished, your law firm should be able to change office locations."

Song Ya held the document and pointed out the window, "After all, the security here has not been very good."

"It definitely will."

It's all the money made from herself. With big money, she is naturally in a good mood and looked around this office. "I have long wanted to change to a larger and more private named partner office."

Hey, "You will be as you wish Alicia, then I'm leaving." Song Ya smiled.

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

"Ok."

Leaving Chicago, he rushed to New York to meet with the Netscape listing team. Jim Clark, Bacchus, and naturally KPCB and Morgan Stanley people, they got a hotel in a hotel not far from the Nasdaq exchange. Temporary'command center'.

"Receptions, press conferences, prospectus briefings..."

The meeting room was very messy, with clothes hanging on the backs of chairs, coffee cups scattered on the table, mountains of papers, debris and stains on the carpet, and there were even two people lying directly on the table to make up for sleep. I was very satisfied with his enthusiasm and asked Bucksted to hand over a copy of the itinerary, "Money never sleeps. You have to keep up with Wall Street's work rhythm APLUS. Someone at Morgan Stanley hasn't slept for more than 40 hours."

"Don't worry, I dare say no one here is better for me." Song Ya smiled and handed the file to Linda behind him.

"Really? This... vomit, this?" Jim Clark learned his vomiting and confusing performance at Netscape headquarters, and everyone else in the conference room burst into laughter.

This guy! Although I always show up to myself...

But to be honest, Song Ya really likes him. To be frank, his opinions are always sharp and sharp, and his heart is really not bad. For example, he has never thought about his own shares...

"That was an accident."

Song Ya sat down with a smile and studied the itinerary with Linda’s help. Netscape had already settled with some reporters, Qiao. What questions to ask and how to answer them were all clearly listed and needed to be recited. The place is also lined with a thick marker.

This kind of very rigorous management ability is something that I don't possess. Of course, I can't follow my studies completely. I also earn a lot from singing. I am destined to be unable to concentrate like them.

"By the way, how about Mark and them?" Song Ya didn't see Mark Anderson.

"He will come later, and the project team will need him and a few other talented programmers a day." Backsted replied.

Poor programmer...

"Also, you can study these articles and quote the rhetoric in them when you need to play on the spot."

Backsd stuffed a folder in the form of newspaper clippings.

"Digital survival?"

Song Ya saw the heading of the newspaper clipping.

"Yes, Negroponte's serial article published in Wired magazine is very good, and it is incomparably in line with Netscape's future and interests." Bacchus helped him "guide": "He foreshadows humanity In the future, from the materialized world to the networked world, what our future will look like, and what changes the information revolution will bring to all levels of mankind, our Netscape will inevitably become an important part of his predictions... …"

"Okay, I will take a closer look."

He said a lot, Song Ya nodded frequently and was sincerely taught.

"Nice kid~www.wuxiaspot.com~ By the way, don't wear a big gold chain or big gold watch on the day the bell rings, wear a formal dress, you know?" Jim Clark said.

"Okay, no problem." Song Ya continued to nod.

"Where is Dr. Chen?" Bucksted asked.

"I'm working on the case of my capital injection of the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation, on their New York main station." Song Ya replied.

"You call him, we are going to negotiate with Morgan Stanley on the issue price of new shares again. Is he a professional in your field?" Jim Clark asked.

"Yes, eh? Wait..."

Song Ya was stunned, "Didn't it have been set last time, 14 dollars per share?"

"We think it's still a little bit low." Bucksted said, "The market reaction is very enthusiastic. We and KPCB both feel that $14 is still low. This time we are going to play the big one and double it directly!"

"Fourteen dollars doubled? Twenty-eight dollars? Per share!?"