Chicago 1990

　　 Fortunately, when the distinguished guests from inside and outside the circle arrived one after another, these guys finally converged a little and moved the "battlefield" to another place.

　　 "Hey, Claire..."

Song Ya personally received Underwood’s wife, and several of her artist friends, "Hello, hello." One of the male photographers seems to be very famous. He specializes in shooting portraits in poor and war-torn areas. He has been in New York. Many solo photography exhibitions have won many awards.

　　 I didn’t expect Claire, the usually cold politician’s wife and broker, and the New York artist community, but it has nothing to do with her. Song Ya knows where she came, "Jim and they are over there. I will take you to meet?"

　　 "Okay, congratulations on APLUS." Claire laughed, "All the news is about to praise you."

　　 "Hey, actually this is not the end result for me. You know, my stock has a lock-up period. At that time, who knows if I can maintain today's stock price..."

　　 Song Ya took her to meet Jim Clark, Quatson and others, the wife of Donkey Party and Party Whip, everyone was very happy to make friends with each other.

　　 "Where's Alicia? She's also in New York, right?" Claire asked during the party.

　　 "Should be in New York today, but she doesn't want to come to this kind of occasion." Song Ya blinked.

　　 Claire must have also thought of those pictures of Peter, and the two laughed tacitly.

　　 "Jim, congratulations."

　　 At this time, three white men, who were surrounded by many stock brokers, came over. The old man in the lead was very stylish, and he looked like a big-name financial circle.

　　 "Karl Icahn."

　　 Jim Clark reminded him in a low voice, then laughed and shook hands.

　　 Radical corporate predators have a reputation. Song Ya knows that this old man likes to initiate malicious bidding and short selling of companies most. He is one of the most disliked Wall Street people of company founders like Jim.

The two younger whites around Carl Icahn are also not young, one is the king of junk bonds, Milken, the other is the king of junk stocks, Belfort, and the three are Jewish and all have dirty wrists. A big careerist who likes to wander around the legal ambiguity. Carl Icahn was the one who charged ahead. Milken and Belfort used money legally defrauded from investors to provide him with ammunition, and the three cooperated tacitly.

However, as early as 1990, Milken was fined and compensated more than $1 billion for crimes of illegal trading, non-disclosure of material information, tax evasion, and illegal profits. He also served more than a year in prison and was barred from entering the securities industry for his entire life. The prosecutor handling his case was Giuliani, the mayor of New York today. Mila's father was a little trouble in front of this man again.

　　 "You shouldn't be here." No one likes them here, Quatson of Morgan Stanley said to Milken.

　　 "It’s not illegal to go to a party."

　　Milken laughed and said, "I accompany my old friend to come and play."

"Mr. Bucksted, you have been publicly attacking Microsoft. You and Jim think that they will cause great competitive pressure on Microsoft. However, Microsoft's Windows 95 operating system will be officially listed in ten days, whether it is users or investment circles. All are very optimistic about that epoch-making product. Do you think your company's stock price will be under pressure in turn?"

The youngest Belfort is also the most aggressive. He stared at Bacchus next to Jim Clark with a wolf-like look, aggressively, "You mentioned your alliance with SUN in the interview today, your corporate intranet No Microsoft products will run on the server project, right?"

　　 Has it been targeted by Wall Street shorts as soon as it went public? Indeed, the stock price soared a bit high on the first day...

　　 Song Ya knows that these three guys are here to make trouble, declare war? Or deliberately to stimulate people?

These Wall Street masters are not necessarily short-selling. What they fear most is calm as water. As long as the company responds, they can make money no matter what the result is. Just like the malicious bidding that Karl Icahn often initiates, the shareholders of the target company If the voter concedes, he can grab control of the enterprise. If the opponent fiercely resists, the stock price will inevitably be pulled up in the fight between the two parties, and they can also see the opportunity to leave the market for a profit.

　　 Everyone seemed to stop smiling, Song Ya quietly closed his grin.

"Microsoft represents the past, and the Internet is the future. Just like oil replacing coal or many traditional industries disappearing silently under the influence of new technologies, do you think there will be direct competition? Not necessarily, but the final loser is inevitable. It's them." Backsted replied.

　　 "You have a great explanation." Karl Icahn smiled approvingly at Backsd.

This guy seems to be also a Marvel shareholder. He is battling another financial tycoon Perelman on the Marvel board of directors. He should copy past successful routines on Marvel’s side. Perelman is in a bad situation recently and has a huge net worth. Shrinking is still under investigation by the Donkey Party government, but after all, it was once the 14th richest man in the world. The skinny camel is bigger than the horse. There will be a fierce struggle between the two sides.

　　 This kind of person has a rich family background, and the funds that can be mobilized far exceed his net worth. Song Ya knows that currently he can only watch movies from afar.

　　 But...

　　 In his mind, it seems that there is another movie clip starring Xiao Lizi. A group of guys who seem to be Wall Street stock brokers are reveling in the company like beasts, and their behavior is very similar to the live broadcast he saw before.

　　A new movie? He is a little dizzy.

　　 "What's wrong with you APLUS......"

　　 Claire by his side discovered his anomaly.

　　 "It's nothing, I'm okay." Song Ya put down his hand holding his forehead.

Karl Icahn generally only asks about the specific operations of the company. It seems that people who don’t know Marvel have asked himself to talk about the Blade Warrior project, "APLUS, I like your words very much. There are too many flying pigs on the outlet these days. , I’ll give you a piece of advice. If you don’t hurry up to enrich yourself, you will get worse when you fall.

　　 "I didn't want to scold myself when I said that..." Why did Song Ya listen to the other party's words weirdly?

　　 "Haha, just kidding... sorry, leave."

Carl Icahn and the others went to socialize with other people. "Are you okay?" Jim Clark sneered at their backs, and looked back at Song Ya. "Too excited? Don't do it today... I don't want to have it. The ambulance appeared outside."

　　 "Why don't you go home and have a rest, you are also very tired, I know it's a little embarrassing for you during this time, big star." Bucksted also persuaded.

　　 "Let's do that."

　　 Anyway, I have a celebrity baggage, and I can’t play crazy like those stock brokers. Song Ya went down the donkey, "Sorry, Claire, I'll go back and have a rest, you..."

　　 "It's okay, my friends are there..." Claire pointed away.

"Okay, bye."

　　 Song Ya went to find Linda. At this time, Daniel, Newman, and Samuel from Yongdao also came, and they talked a little, "I'm going back first, you can continue..."

Convicted and left the party. O'Grady, who came with him, stayed. Dr. Chen naturally followed. He found that Ms. Sloan also followed from behind. benefit."

　　 "Forget it, I'm a little tired too."

Old Mike drove back to Tribeca's home, and a lot of reporters had gathered under the building, "Is it his car? He is coming!" Seeing the cars about to turn into the parking lot, they surrounded desperately. , "APLUS! Talk about your investment! You made another 100 million today, right~www.wuxiaspot.com~When did you meet Mark Anderson?"

　　 "Stop and have a few words!"

Netscape has been successfully listed, and Song Ya now has no obligation to help with propaganda. With messy questions, flashing lights, the sound of the old Mike honking the horn, and the buzzing sound of the car windows, the car drove through the crowd and drove in. Private underground garage.

　　 "The news must have exploded today." Ms. Sloan looked back at the reporters who were stopped by security.

　　 "Go home and watch TV."

A group of people went upstairs and returned home. Alicia was already there, putting one leg on the other, lazily lying on the sofa, with several related personnel involved in the capital injection of the Inner City Broadcasting Company. watch TV.

　　 "You don't have to continue working today." Song Ya said.

　　 "I will sign APLUS with Inner City Broadcasting Corporation tomorrow." Alicia replied.

　　 She didn't get up to greet her, and the two did not communicate except for this conversation. "Well, I'll go up and take a shower and wait for me." Song Ya confessed and went upstairs.

　　 "Did you get back with Peter?" Ms. Sloan glanced at Alicia, then sat next to him.

　　 "No, no, why do you ask?" Alicia asked strangely.

　　 "Then why did you get hair removal..." Sloan pointed to her calf, "This generally means to a woman of our age..."

　　 "Hey! Stop guessing..."

　　 Alicia hurriedly put down her raised leg, "Your observation is really sharp, Sloan."

　　 shake hands,