Chicago 1990

"I appreciate your ambition, raise prices, and expand circulation..."

The listing day was just around the corner. In the last reception, Song Ya finally got in front of Madoff, the chairman of the NASDAQ exchange, who had always been well-known, and the old man was holding a wine glass to affirm and encourage Jim Clark’s price increase behavior. "There are still five or six Internet companies going public during the year. If Netscape's IPO is a success, it will give the market the best booster."

"So everyone will support us, right?"

Mark Anderson asked.

"Almost so, but the market is changing rapidly, and I can hardly tell." Madoff patted his arm. "But get ready, rock star, you will be another new multimillionaire in the United States tomorrow."

In order to promote Netscape, Jim Clark and Bucksd gave Mark Anderson the hat of a technological hero. They faced Bill Gates and Jobs. Both of them and KPCB retreated behind the scenes. They were willing to build momentum for Mark Anderson, so Madoff Would call him a rock star.

But Song Ya knows that this rock star is far less gold than Bill Gates and Jobs. After all, the majority of shares are in the hands of Jim Clark, not even as much as himself. "Hey hey, I can rest assured Mr. Madoff with your words." He laughed and intervened in the conversation: "I admire you very much, introduce myself..."

"Haha, that's not necessary. You are very good APLUS. You are a lucky young man." The gray-haired Jewish financial tycoon shook hands with him politely. "I heard that the delayed listing of DTS is also related to you?" Mai Asked the Astoria.

"Uh, I'm just one of the minority shareholders. DTS is currently in a bit of trouble. We are waiting for the outcome of the September DVD and SD alliance negotiations."

Song Ya didn’t want to talk about DTS at this time. There was a rare opportunity. He just said what he wanted, “That’s it, I still have some idle funds in my hand, and I’m a bit confused about the stock market recently. Maybe your foundation can accept me. ..."

"Haha..."

Madoff laughed again, glanced at the others around him, and changed the subject, "Are you not optimistic about the stock market?"

"With all due respect, the recent rise is indeed a bit crazy. The market value of Microsoft is expected to double..." Song Ya began to show off his own insights, "Although I heard that Mr. Greenspan, Chairman of the Federal Reserve It wrote: The stock market is not a barometer of the economy, the stock market is the economy itself, but..."

"Maybe, but it's generally healthy at the moment."

Madoff put a smile away, "If you are not optimistic about the stock market, there is no need to be optimistic about my foundation, because the fund's investment targets are nothing more than stocks, debt, and housing."

"I understand, but I trust your vision. I heard that your annualized rate of return can reach..."

"Ahem, sorry, it's not convenient for me to talk about this at this time, tonight belongs to you and Mark."

Madoff seemed a little displeased, "Be out of company, Jim!" The old man disengaged by the approaching Jim Clark.

Don’t do business yet! But it broke your cow! Song Ya quietly rolled his eyes while watching his back.

But he wronged the old man. Madoff did not forget him in the end. When leaving the reception early, he handed him a business card, "If you really want to cooperate, contact this person, Stanley Chase."

"I'm familiar with this name. I seem to have seen it somewhere." Song Ya looked at the card thoughtfully.

"Hollywood, he is responsible for contacting investors in the entertainment industry and is a good friend of Spielberg and David Geffen."

Madoff said: "But you need to pass some of his tests, if you really want to join my core foundation."

"No problem, just test me Mr. Madoff."

Song Ya happily stuffed the business card into her pocket.

The talk came on the eve of the ringing of the Netscape IPO bell. A group of people came outside the Nasdaq exchange in Times Square, took photos with reporters' flashing lights, posing for POSE, and the show was full of joy.

During Dingkins’s reign, it was full of piracy dealers and stray warblers and rogues who took pictures with tourists wearing cartoon costumes and then forced money. After Giuliani took office, the crackdown was severe and order has been restored. It can be seen that Dinkins was not wronged.

It is a pity that the racial divide exists naturally, and I will need to cooperate with Dingkins and the others in the future, not Giuliani.

Song Ya wisely cooperated with Jim Clark and the others, allowing Mark Anderson to stand in absolute C position, with his suit and leather hat wearing a Netscape Logo grinning in the back row.

"APLUS, hey." I was taking a photo, and there was a familiar voice around me. I turned to look at it. It was IrvGotti who always appeared next to LLCoolJ, the one who beat Wesley Streep by David Geffen, "Wow, today Your company is listed here..."

"It's you, why? Wait a minute, okay?"

People come and go in Times Square, and the technology industry brings a large number of bodyguards from time to time. Song Ya quickly winked at the old Mike in the distance, "Go over there..."

"ok, I'll wait for you."

IrvGotti went to Old Mike and waited for him to finish taking pictures, "Linda said I can find you here, so I'll be here."

"Oh, what's the matter? Hurry up, today is very important to me." Song Ya was too lazy to gossip with him.

"APLUS, concentrate, today is not the day to bring friends in." Jim Clark must be upset when he sees Irv Gotti dressed up in street hip-hop style, he coldly left a word and led people in.

"Hehe, these white guys." Irv Gotti made a **** to his back.

"Hurry up, OK?" Song Ya urged.

"That's it, LLCoolJ asked me to come over and apologize to you."

IrvGotti said: "He knows what happened to Russell Simmons last time..."

"That's the story. Let me tell you Irv. I'm really busy." The market opened at 9:30, and I didn't want to disappear when the bell was ringing.

"Okay, okay, we are currently negotiating with Marvel about the Blade Warrior project. Wesley Streep is annoying. He is ahead. LLCoolJ thinks..." IrvGotti said, "Uh, I would like to ask you to join in and help. , When we were negotiating with the people at Marvel, we learned that they liked you very much."

"Help? What do you mean?" Song Ya asked.

"Participate in the investment, and then let your A+ film industry assist in the production. We spend most of the funds and the proceeds are equally divided."

IrvGotti said: "LLCoolJ will promise not to get together with Russell and the others, as long as they can lead the role of Blade Warrior."

He also wants to play the leading role of Na Songya. "I said that the last time was turned over, but it doesn’t mean I’ll forget it, OK? I don’t want to interact with you anymore. As long as you don’t mess with me, this is a very good condition. Up."

"But APLUS..."

"Okay, Mike will send him off for me, I'll go in, goodbye." Song Ya hurried into the exchange.

"Today is very important, very important..."

At nine o'clock, Jim Clark finally revealed his inner suppressed tension and walked into the small war room prepared for them in the exchange. Before the market, they had the first round of call auctions to pass. The price of 28 dollars would not This will cause the stock price to plunge on the first day of listing.

"Huh..." Mark Anderson sat at the front, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, his hands kept stroking his running out of hair.

"Take it easy, Mark."

Backsd himself kept walking around in the small room too nervously. He went up and pressed Mark Anderson's shoulder, "We will definitely succeed."

"Well, definitely."

At 9:15 in the call auction, the stock of $28 per share has been sold out by the underwriters through various channels, and it is now the front stop to enter the open market.

"Can you understand?"

Song Ya may be the one with the most relaxed mentality in the room, and no one is in the mood to chat with him, sitting on the empty seat in the last row.

"Of course, I did a surprise study." Brandon Aitch, the main JavaScript developer, was sitting beside him.

"It's your kid who caused my sudden death in my previous life, right?" Song Ya stared at his fat profile, wondering if he could find a chance to retaliate severely...

Twenty-eight dollars, a payment bill appeared on the computer screen.

Jim Clark couldn't hold back, and rushed to Mark Anderson a few steps to stare at the trading software.

"Oh!" Mark Anderson suddenly exclaimed abnormally, "Why haven't you sold the order after thirty dollars? Thirty-one, thirty-two..."

Most people buzzed over to look at it.

"Fxxk! It seems that the issue price is still set low!" Jim Clark cursed.

"No one wants to take it!? Damn it, forty!"

Baxter shouted.

Brandon Aich was still very calm. He lifted his glasses with his hand and quickly reported the number of mental arithmetic, "Forty yuan then our company is worth 3.4 billion dollars..."

"You also have bonus options?" Song Ya asked him.

"Yes, one percent." He replied, "Then my current net worth is... three thousand... four million?" He was not calm.

"Dead house programmer with slow response!" Song Ya rolled his eyes, "This is just a call auction stage. It's uncertain when the market closes in the afternoon."

"Don't disappoint APLUS at this time!"

There was another reprimand from Jim Clark.

"Fifty, fifty-six!" Baxter kept reporting the number. When the number was reported, everyone turned their heads and glanced at Song Ya.

"I'm not talking." Song Ya shrugged and made a zipper movement on her mouth.

"Sixty! Seventy!"

In just a few minutes, the stock price reached a completely unimaginable high. "Damn! I should double it!" Bacchus yelled in annoyance: "There is still no buying! Zero volume! The price in this room Everyone will become a billionaire!!"

"If the stock price is seventy, then my current personal assets are..."

Brandon Aich continued to mutter to himself, and suddenly he held his heart, "Hoho..." His body began to slip down.

"Hehe, how are you?" Song Ya hurriedly pulled him.

"Yeah! Yeah!"

"Ah! Ow!"

No one else in the room noticed this scene, they were all roaring like beasts, papers, cups, waving their hands and throwing everything they could get into the sky. Someone jumped on the back of the tall Mark Anderson. , Mark still kept jumping with the other side.

"We succeeded, we succeeded!" Jim Clark, who had been promoted to a billion services for a few minutes, kept shouting, his eyes flushed over to pull Song Ya, "Did you see APLUS! Seventy-two! We succeeded! This is Our exclusive moment at Netscape! Exclusive moment!"

"Your staff..." Song Ya gestured to Brandon Aich on the ground.

"No! There is an offer! It has fallen!" Baxter yelled, "Seven-Eleven!"

Jim Clark quickly went back and continued to stare at the screen.

"I finally understand why people on Wall Street play so crazy in private~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The power of money is infinitely amplified here, and everyone will be released with the most primitive beast..."

At this price, his two million venture capital will be exchanged for nearly 200 million meters. Song Ya is still in a good mood, but he is already a billionaire. Although he is also very excited, he can still restrain himself and help quickly. Brandon Aitch unbuttoned his suit and shirt, fanned him, and said, "Are you okay? Do you want to call a doctor for help?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Fortunately, Brandon Aich came over, "Give me a glass of water, thank you."

"Ok."

Song Ya's time to pour water, the 10-minute call auction ended, and the opening price was fixed at 71 yuan.

"Everyone, it's time to set off to ring the bell."

Quatson of Morgan Stanley walked in and said with a smile.

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