Chicago 1990

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"Why didn't you see the servants?" Song Ya asked Linda in the car, "Didn't the media say there are more than one hundred servants?"

"Exaggerated rumors, like fifteen cars when you travel."

Linda replied: "Most of them have already been disbanded. The total number at the peak is indeed over 100, but it won't be all over here. Racecourses, holiday villas, etc. all need manpower..."

"The horse farm? Isn't that the stable we saw just now?" Song Ya asked.

"This is just a part. Horse racing is a very professional and money-burning sport APLUS. Top stallions, jockeys, horse breeders, and trainers are all very expensive..." Linda replied.

"What about the prize money?"

"Hehe..." Linda smiled, "The bonus is not enough for his fraction of the horse betting loss."

"Then why is he playing this?"

"He said he wanted to play the sports that the white aristocrats played, horse racing, fox hunting, etc., like the British royal family."

When the car drove out of the manor, Song Ya looked back. This mentality is very common among blacks. When there is no money, he sneers at the movement that whites think of aristocracy. Once it develops, he is very keen to rush to spend a lot of money to enter. I can't wait to wash myself immediately into the so-called high-ranking person.

"Then he can't blame anyone for bankruptcy," Song Ya said.

"Uh, in fact, all his money has not been poured into the water. This villa, and some fixed assets and luxury goods have made money, and even that TV station has development opportunities. Uh..."

Linda hesitated and said, "APLUS, you are my employer now. Although it may be presumptuous to do so, I still hope you can help him and accept some of his high-quality assets, so as to save the bank from using ultra-low mortgages. The price gets back. So you have money to make, and I can help him one last time before leaving."

"I don't want to have anything to do with Linda with him. I don't want to mix up with this kind of small bargain. I don't want to be robbed when I get the chance. He will not necessarily thank me in the future, although I bid more than the bank."

Song Ya broke the conversation, "What do you mean by saying that his TV station has development opportunities?"

"Recently, digital TV is undergoing great development. You know, what kind of new synchronous satellites? Cable television giants, such as TCI’s John Malone, are engaging in means such as a plan to purchase 500 units at a time for subscribers to cope with new competition. In order to enrich the channel resources, some local small and medium TV stations have successively received good quotations." Linda said.

"John Malone, is that John Malone who gave Roberto Johnson the BET resources?"

"Yes, people call him the godfather of cable television."

Song Ya thought for a while: "Forget it, even if I buy it, I won't get involved in another black singer's industry. I can understand your mentality of helping him for the last time before leaving, but you'd better start now. Just stand in my own interests and consider issues wholeheartedly, otherwise I will fire you mercilessly."

"Okay, sorry APLUS." Linda quickly apologized: "I have to say that you are much smarter and more self-disciplined than he is as rumored. Okay, let him go, what is my first task?"

"It's too early to talk about this. You go to Chicago to meet my lawyer Goodman. After completing the routine legal and physical examinations, sign a non-disclosure agreement that may be a bit harsh, and then you come back here." Song Ya smiled at her: "It's all routine procedures, don't worry too much."

"Okay..." Linda was speechless, "Okay."

She broke up with Linda who was returning home to go to Chicago and returned to the hotel. Taraji had already been waiting there. "I heard you found a new assistant?" she asked.

"Not only an assistant, Linda will also share part of Yeremov's work in the record company." Song Ya knew what she was nervous about, "I need people by my side, and it's indispensable for a moment."

"But if I can't get the role..." Taraji said.

"You can't account for Taraji on both sides.

"You are so ruthless APLUS." Taraji complained.

"I take it as a compliment." Called Goodman to talk about Linda's entry, and asked about the business progress of several of his companies. Song Ya carefully read the Palm report, picked up the phone book, and found Jie Free Hawkins’ number was dialed. “Our PDA products will be available in August, right? Will not be changed? I saw Jobs yesterday...Which Steve Jobs? Jobs who founded Apple, he let our products go on the market Send a sample to his Pixar animation studio. Ask for the address yourself."

"Uh, APLUS, our products may not be mass-produced, even Apple's PDA has failed, so..." Jeffrey Hawkins said hesitantly.

"Are you serious?" Song Ya immediately changed his voice: "So my investment is going to be lost, right?"

"No! No!" Jeffrey Hawkins quickly defended, "Our hardware products may fail, but the company can survive..."

"How to maintain? Are there interested Series B investors? Or do you want money from me?"

"No, it won't..."

"Ha!" Song Ya sneered.

"That's it. The operating system and a series of software we developed for PDAs are of interest to many companies. They uh... they are willing to entrust us to write special software for their hardware devices, so... you don't have to worry about the income of the company to maintain operations. ."

"Jeffrey, let's make it clear that I will go to Silicon Valley to see the PDA prototype in a few days, and will bring the financial staff, let them help me see where you spend my money."

"Okay, okay, we've been spending money carefully, don't worry."

"I won't find any executive vacation bills or the like?"

"No, er, there are so many, but that is the normal welfare of employees! Ok... That's it, I am waiting for you in Sunnyvale."

Jeffrey Hawkins hung up the phone in a low voice.

"Fxxk!" He slammed the microphone back. It seemed that the investment in the PDA was going to be wiped out. Apple's stock plummeted, and Palm's product outlook was bleak.

"You are going to Silicon Valley? But these few days are the critical period for the second round of auditions." Taraji asked, standing by his side and hearing all this.

"I won't delay things, and I can arrange the schedule myself." Song Ya raised the notebook with the schedule in his hand to him, "So how did your performance class go?"

"Uh, Amy had a fight with Charis who came to class." Taraji offered to help clean up, "It's almost a fight."

"But I heard that part of the reason is that you keep arguing on the sidelines." Song Ya said while watching Taraji who was quickly helping tidy up the table.As the person who paid, Ivana Chabock would of course give him a small report.

"Yes, that South African girl is too much, do you know? She used Amy's friendship before calling her to listen to the script and casting plan. It's really a bitch." Taraji complained.

"Really? But I don't think you want to see that girl get the heroine, right? You have a height difference with her. If she gets the heroine, your own female second is more dangerous." Song Ya Puncture her careful thoughts, "So you deliberately intensified the conflict between her and Amy, and you are also doing very bitch things."

"I don't know why. Under the pressure of Hollywood competition, people will become more and more bitch without knowing it. You don't know, even the small performance classes are like the harem of the sultan. Fight back and forth in secret..."

Taraji sighed: "You will still support Amy, right?"

"of course."

Song Ya propped her chin, looked at the night view of Los Angeles outside the window, and muttered, "Of course..."