Chicago 1990

Time flies so fast, and in a blink of an eye Chicago is getting chilly again, especially in the empty suburbs.

"Why ask them to come here to talk about things?"

Linda, the president of A+ Records, looked out the car window and complained.

The corn fields and the strong wind in the distance remained, but the wasteland, mounds and large colorful sheds were long gone, and the pavement that drove over was also paved with asphalt and no longer dusty.

The two buildings were erected in the distance. The hoisting machine just stopped working, and the construction speed is not bad. The reinforced concrete frame has been completed. It is just after get off work hours, some workers in groups took the elevator down on the construction site.

"Always come."

Song Ya sighed and took a visual inspection. The temporary parking lot where the workers’ private cars and commuting buses were stopped should be the place where he was shot. Mavota...

The place where Mavota and another bodyguard were shot was probably at the entrance of the parking lot, and the cornerstone where no politicians came, and the ceremony was not held. Kozko Properties erected a large billboard of their own company.

It's good, so that you don't need to get hurt.

Old Mike sighed silently, got out of the car and went to get the wheelchair behind, "Why are you more entangled in that matter than me, it has been almost a year, Linda." Song Ya joked with Linda and pushed away. In the door of the car, stretch out the two crutches first, and then support your body to get out of the car.

"You don't know, I hear the sound of horseshoes and gunshots in my ears when I have nightmares... forget it."

Linda quickly got out of the car to help.

"It's okay, I can do it by myself now, see." Song Ya flexed his hands around.

Linda had to follow along and smiled, "You are always optimistic, boss."

"People have to watch it before..." Song Ya smiled: "Fortunately, work here continues after I fainted, otherwise I will have to lose a lot of money."

"A+CN insisted on continuing, and A+ Records had to follow."

Linda replied, "Gordon is not there anymore."

Linda very much hopes that Gordon will come back. He has been talking about Gordon several times in his ear during this time.

"Is Gordon still a council member of the National Association of Colored People?"

Song Ya had been pretending to be stupid before, because it was really not a good arrangement. Although he had done meritorious service after the shooting, he always had personal insistence, Gordon who was not controlled.

Now I finally got my eyebrows and I was relieved from the American music website case, so I took Linda's words.

"Yes, but except for the executive director, other people generally only work as part-time jobs..." Linda walked along the pole and almost made it clear, "You know his old-fashioned weird character. When you wake up, he is embarrassed to look for him. You take the initiative to speak..."

"Well, I will think of a way."

Song Ya smiled and got into the wheelchair, handed the crutches to the old Mike and put them in the car, "but don't give him too much hope, he will definitely not be able to return to A+CN, other positions...I don't know if I can let him He is satisfied. You know, he has almost reached the ceiling of the African-American media person before."

"No, no..." Linda choked for Gordon. "It's better than now anyway. He has been in journalism all his life. He likes it there."

"Ok."

The two were chatting, and a few white men in suits walked over from a distance, "Mr. APLUS, about the Amerika music website... In fact, we don't know much about the actual situation, but we still have to solemnly say sorry to you."

It was the people who participated in the IPO of Amerika’s music website, such as Demingxin Fund and Arthur Andersen CPAs. The Arthur Andersen wanted to pry himself away from Yongdao. He said: “In fact, it’s just about business. The local Arthur Andersen in Chicago is still the most suitable for you. You may not have a good grasp of the current status of multinational accounting firms. Wing Dao is already unable to protect itself, and their business conditions are very bad."

Still dreaming, Song Ya ignored him and asked, "You have negotiated with KPCB, Morgan Stanley, and Yongdao?"

"Yes, it's settled, Hoho, they took advantage of the fire.

These companies are now pretending to be innocent people, but at least Arthur Andersen, as the company responsible for the entire audit of the A+ audio spin-off and the America music website IPO, must have participated in part of the dirty work of Dilai hollowing out A+ audio, and it is not completely impossible. To the evidence, it's just that it's not easy to catch and Andersen's forces, especially in the Midwest, where Chicago is located, are very inconvenient.

Song Ya asked Alicia to get the things handed over by Icahn Capital and forced them to make a choice, either go or see the court. They have been negotiating with KPCB, Morgan Stanley, and the alliance of Yongdao for a long time, and it seems that the two sides finally reached an agreement today. Handover of affairs, all pleaded compensation was cleared.

Song Ya turned his head and no longer looked at them, raised his hand and waved like a fly.

"Well, goodbye."

The gang rubbed their noses awkwardly, and got in the car and left.

"Please follow the safety regulations." Ms. Sloan also took the elevator down from the construction site and walked away with a few safety helmets.

"Then let's go up too."

Song Ya, Linda, and Old Mike put on their helmets and were also taken into the elevator by Sloan.

The rumbling elevator gradually rises, and the cars and buildings on the ground are getting smaller and smaller. "Ten months have changed too many people, too many things." Sloan stared down and suddenly sighed.

"Aren't you still with me?" Song Ya's hippie smiled and stretched out the salted pig's hand to touch her.

She immediately looked at Old Mike and Linda in horror and awkwardness. The old white man and the black aunt turned their faces away, and she had no choice but to glared, "Beware of your wheelchair sliding down!"

The elevator on the construction site was leaking air everywhere, and it swayed when it ran. Song Ya was still panicked and didn't dare to speak.

"Hey! APLUS! What did you chat with them just now?"

People from KPCB, Morgan Stanley, and Yongdao gathered in the lobby on the top floor and laughed and laughed. They probably saw themselves chatting with people from companies such as Arthur Andersen and asking questions.

"They said they had a good deal with you." Song Ya smiled and shook hands one by one.

"Yes, you also settled the shares of Icahn Capital, right?" the Morgan Stanley guy asked.

"Almost, almost."

Whether Carl Icahn, Andersen, Goodman Hamlin, and even Dilei had top lawyers to help with the operation at the time, they had very little mutual and external control, but after Icahn Capital decisively gave in, Goodman and Hamlin The source of the money invested in the two special funds of his family is unclear. The crime of money laundering will definitely not escape. Dilai left even more troubles left by large-scale hollowing out.

Hamlin repaid about 20 million from overseas accounts in order to reach a settlement, and also used other methods with Goodman to use other methods to transfer 20% of the 49% shares held by Icahn Capital’s two special funds. It was transferred back to A+ copyright and asset management company, and Alicia took back 47% of the 49% held by Dilai and A+ Audio.

Icahn Capital is left with about one-third, that is 49% divided by three. According to Infoseek's 180 million valuation, 30 million is sold back to A+ copyright and asset management company, basically and Demingxin etc. Fang confessed to leave.

But in view of the fact that Karl Icahn made a lot of money when helping Goodman and Hamlin Mouse move, it is estimated that he did not lose a few money in the end, and the loss of short 3DFX meat is not clear.

So now A+ Audio holds about 55% of the website, A+ copyright and asset management company 26%, and the rest is held by an alliance of companies such as KPCB and Morgan Stanley.

After A+ Audio negotiated with creditors and regained 15% of Dilei’s, A+ copyright and asset management company was able to wholly own, use DTS to repurchase 5% of the equity and sell the synthetic audio copyright library to Universal Music. Part of the debt was restructured, and now except for the shares of Amerika Music Website, only Sunnyvale's real estate and office buildings are left.

"Then we have solved all the difficulties, and the IPO plan should continue!" The people at KPCB sighed to the sunset in the sky enthusiastically, "The glorious years are back!"

"Ah, please don't be too happy."

Song Ya interrupted him with a smile, "I'm not going to make the America music website listed separately, but will work with A+ Audio Company, A+ Copyright and Asset Management Company's Littman Publishing, Stereo Review, Modern Photography, etc. Paper media shares, shares of A+CN and Inner City Broadcasting Corporation, and other miscellaneous media were integrated into Litman Media Corporation to go public."

"This is very troublesome APLUS." Yongdao's Samuel frowned, "A+CN and the inner city do not make money, let alone the paper media... It will blur the current hot Internet concept and drag down the stock price."

Sloan also looked over unhappily, she hadn't heard anything beforehand.

"I have decided that you will not contribute much to the whole thing I took back the website..."

Song Ya shrugged: "Now it's your turn to work."

"Why not just call it A+ Media?" the Morgan Stanley guy asked.

"I think it's better to use a white name, just like your company." Song Ya rolled his eyes when he said something.

"Then it's such a happy decision? It's a good thing anyway, isn't it?" Song Ya spread his hands and smiled.

"Fine."

"can."

"Not bad."

The Lord has decided. Others can't think about it. At least the IPO scale will expand a lot.

"Dila...in prison, have you found the head of the New Media Group?" Samuel asked.

Song Yachao Sloannunu mouth.

Sloan frowned even more unhappily, took his hand to shake his face, and did not accept compliments and congratulations from other people.

"Why? APLUS, don't you even bother to discuss it beforehand?" Sloan asked when Song Ya sent the others away.

"Come and sit down." Song Ya patted his thigh and smiled at him.

"Are you serious, do you want to do business here?" Sloan asked rhetorically.

"Come on, everyone is gone, accompany me to watch the sunset." Song Ya continued to invite with her face.

"It's not safe... and we only have a transactional relationship. I paid first. The one who has the full initiative, recognizes your own status APLUS."

"Don't be arrogant, I have something to tell you, come on, I will never move my hands and feet, just sit for a while." Song Ya continued to pat his legs, "Old Mike has stuck his wheelchair to death. The most beautiful scenery."

"Don't cross the border..."

"I won't, I swear."

"I can't stand you anymore." She walked over and walked around in front of the wheelchair restlessly. "Come over." Finally, she pushed the man's legs away and squeezed directly onto the wheelchair, "Hands." Stop Song Ya from trying to hold his hand.

"Right? It's beautiful..."

She is thin, but the skeleton is not small. Song Ya is squeezed into a very uncomfortable posture by the next to her, but she is a gentleman to admire the sunset in the sky wholeheartedly, "Except for the scaffolding, it is a bit horrible."

"Okay."

The two did not speak any more, and in the empty hall with only the natural color of cement and no glass curtain wall, they silently admired the sunset scene cut by the steel scaffolding.

The shadow of the concrete frame moves with the change of the sun, and the place where the two sit is bright and dark.

Song Ya quietly turned her head, admiring her face and red lips stained by the setting sun. The tip of her nose approached, and she deeply smelled the complex fragrance of her favorite cosmetics and cleaning products.

"Is it all right?" She felt it, and glanced over, and asked impatiently, "You are so wretched."

"That day...thank you." Song Ya looked into her eyes and said softly and honestly.

"You mean the day you were shot? Hehe, you really have to thank me, I saved your life...with Mike. At that time..."

A hint of hesitation and fear flashed across her face, and she changed the subject, "But this is not the reason why you let me be the manager of some media company without my permission. I don't accept any charity out of gratitude, and I don't I'm sure I will like that job."

"Don't mention this first."

Song Ya picked up a strand of her hair, "Blond hair is also beautiful."

Without looking, she raised her hand and opened Song Ya's hand with a snap of her finger.

Song Ya pouted again and made a light print on her cheek.

"I knew it!" She immediately tried to stand up, hiding, "Man's oath?"

"Wait, it's okay. Let's talk about business. I'll ask another question." Song Ya hugged her to prevent her from leaving.

"Quickly ask."

Song Ya asked in a solemn tone: "Are you of New England origin, right? Paternal ancestors can also be traced back to the Mayflower immigrants? First of all, I am sure you are not of Jewish origin, nor Chinese, nor African, nor anything. Descent and Indian descent?"

"What do you mean?"

She frowned again and turned her head to look at each other with a slightly disgusting look, "Are you also a believer in pedigree? Or is it implying that I can open up the situation on Capitol Hill at a young age, but it is actually due to something other than the ability to work?"

"Is it?"

"I don't want to answer such a boring question!"

"Don't be angry, listen to me. It's like this. I've thought about it for some time. Actually, you and the general manager of the Barn Fluorescent Agent Company, a professor at the University of Chicago Law School, an attending physician at the Medical Center, the Pentagon and the FBI The senior staff here and some of the staff on Capitol Hill belong to the same class, right?"

Song Ya said: "You all have a good social status and earn a lot of money. You can go to tourist resorts to go to various scientific seminars or think tanks and other activities to make extra money than the middle class. Industrial or political diplomacy, social governance and other policies..."

"Probably so, but what are you trying to say?" Sloan asked.

"You told me about the so-called revolving door of the official. In American politics, because politicians have the power to appoint many positions or simply private staff, the liquidity is much greater than that of the British model, which means that there is a high probability of that part of the official. It takes several years for them to get out of work, and apart from being recruited by companies to become executives, they often go to the foundations and think tanks of various conservative liberals or environmental protection and charitable organizations. They can still continue to influence policies there. Stronger think tanks and foundations will naturally have greater influence, right?"

"Almost like this."

"I also have this opportunity now, whether some people are pitying or buying... they gave me a ticket, or admission ticket, but you know, the irony is in terms of my blood , Even if I have a billion dollars, it’s almost impossible for me to get in, or it’s just a mascot with a glass ceiling, or it’s inconvenient for me to get in... Anyway, get the ticket The premise is that I must have a media company of sufficient scale. So I must make the package of Litman Media large enough, or even not enough at the moment. Maybe I will have to buy Ovitz’s news to be squeezed out by ABC later. The team was formed, and the news station that had been in trouble after only half a year."

"So you want to recommend me?"

Sloan rolled his eyes, "Don't forget that Litman himself sharpened his head and climbed there, but in the end he turned the cart before the horse and went bankrupt. That shouldn't be the reason for you to change your business strategy at will. I reached that position naturally..."

"So the New Media Group is called Litman Publishing House. For some reason, Litman gave me his invalid tickets, and the giants in the photo in my study let me go, plus I was beaten. Six..."

"Six holes in the eyes were in a coma for five months, and I would be back."

"Hey, politicians always give me some sweet comfort and comfort." Song Ya smiled, "The opportunity is rare, and the window period is very short, and time waits for no one."

"Speaking of what the ticket is now?" Sloan asked.

", U.S. Foreign Relations Committee."

Song Ya answered.

Sloan turned to look at him in surprise.

"Don't look at me like that, the level you entered... I don't know what kind of organization it is inside, it should not be too high. But I think your ability is enough to climb all the way up until you get into the trilateral committee, Then there is the Peterberg meeting..."

Song Ya said.

"Ha! You really dare to think!"

"Think about it without breaking the law. You can continue to practice your ideal of banning guns. The stage over there must be broader."

When she heard these words, her eyes softened.

"No way, my skin color cannot be changed."

Song Ya put her blond hair behind her ears and said with a calm smile on the corner of her mouth: "So we are back to the previous question. Are you really a New Englander?"

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