Chicago 1990

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"It's better to do a market research first!" Song Ya ordered, "Call me Yeremov from Hollywood immediately."

Whether selling or not, or in the follow-up discussions, Song Ya knows that this matter must not be delayed. The chemical giants are not easy to provoke. It has always been the case since history. The nature of this industry determines that they will deeply participate in wars and cause major problems. Area pollution and manipulation of politics.

This is especially true for Dow. During the First World War, almost all of their products were manufactured to meet the needs of the war. Before the 1970s, they still helped the government manage nuclear weapons factories. A leak in 57 years resulted in direct plutonium dust. Pollution lawsuits are still being launched into the atmosphere. Later, when the anti-Vietnam War in the United States was the biggest noise, they were the only company that dismissed external criticism and still insisted on producing the notorious Agent Orange.

The extremely high amount of investment and jobs make them have a huge influence in politics, and they are cross-party.

They have a very good relationship with the military-industrial complex, or that they themselves are a part of the military-industrial complex.

Therefore, we must be careful to guard against the danger that they are already looking at this profit, and if the acquisition fails, they will force the production of similar products and then slowly drag themselves into a patent lawsuit.

Yeremov summoned some fans temporarily and opened a fan meeting.

Linda is also able to do this, but Song Ya's purpose is not this, but the audience survey after the fan meeting.

In the investigation room of a professional consulting company, nearly 30 fans who came voluntarily gathered in a circle, taking turns to answer questions from Linda and Denise, the head of the Chicago Fan Club.

"First question, how is the effect of this APLUS performance?" Denise asked step by step with the questionnaire designed by the consulting company in her hand.

"Hmm..." The white girl in the first row hesitated, "Do you want to tell the truth?"

"Of course, this is our purpose for this event." Linda replied.

"I didn't sing well last year, and APLUS doesn't seem to be attentive, I think it's average." The girl replied, and was echoed by some people.

"Didn't he say it before the opening? His voice was damaged during the VMA performance. In order for the fans to insist on holding a fan meeting during the recovery period, there is nothing to choose from!"

Another white girl immediately retorted, "My family APLUS has worked so hard and has already apologized in advance, what else do you want!? You are not real fans at all!" They were almost crying, and the fanatic fans are correct.

"Please calm down, we just want to hear the truth this time, OK?" Linda hurriedly stopped.

"Hurry into battle, really not ready."

Song Ya hid outside through the one-way glass and shrugged to Yeremov beside him.

"Do you like the way this fan club is? Those light sticks..."

The question about the fan club was a pretense, and then I began to ask questions about the light sticks in the fans' hands. These were distributed before the fans entered the stadium. One person was handed and it was as free as the fan club tickets.

Song Ya began to listen intently to the fans' voices through the microphone.

"It's quite interesting," the white girl replied, "just being a little tired holding it all the time."

"Very naive, we are not three-year-olds." A male black fan replied.

"It's a bit boring, I came to see the APLUS performance, and I don't want to be a part of the performance itself." said a slightly older woman with intellectual temperament.

"Yes, too collectivistic feeling." Another middle-aged white male echoed.

"Uh...that..."

The enthusiastic fan just now hesitated and said, "I noticed that there were cameras at the performance."

"What?" Denise asked.

"That's it, the light from the glow stick can't make the camera take a clear picture of my face, right?" the fanatic asked.

"It should be." Linda replied.

'Woo!'Other fans sighed with regret.

"so be it……"

Song Ya watched the entire scene,

"Samuel, welcome."

The next day, he greeted Yongdao's midwest management partner in the door, "I heard you are leaving next year?"

"Yes, I will be promoted to Yongdao's vice president of customer service next year and move to New York." Samuel Chunfeng replied triumphantly.

"Wow……"

The guy crawled fast, "Congratulations, I will organize a farewell party for you?" Song Ya began to deepen his feelings.

"I can't refuse the big star party, but I have to wait until the transfer notice is officially announced." He said cheerfully, "Your career is getting more and more successful, isn't it?"

"The definition of success and success are different." O'Grady intervened in the conversation enviously.

"So you've talked to Dow first? Without my knowledge?"

Song Ya was a little dissatisfied with him, and was deliberately neglecting him just now.

"No, Dow directly went to my boss' boss." O'Grady explained innocently, "This is not a small business APLUS."

"Well, forget you."

Song Ya let him go. Recently, Apple's stock has stabilized in the range of more than one yuan. The highest price has reached one quarter, which is very close to his own cost price of one quarter.

"I am willing to sell."

Sitting separately in the living room with Goodman and others, Song Ya is straight to the point, "This chemical plant makes me a little tired. Looking back on it now, it distracts me a lot of energy, and I have to keep dealing with politicians."

They are all people who know the inside story, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Samuel and O'Grady smiled and did not respond.

"But..." Song Ya pointed to Ogledi, "There is room for discussion on this price, right? In this acquisition case, you Northern Trust should be on my side, and you also have Barn Corporation. Twenty shares."

"It should be a bit, but not much."

O'Grady said: "That's Dow, they didn't come out with a huge sum of money to talk slowly with a hip-hop singer, I'll just talk about it."

"They should have a detailed plan. They are optimistic about the Wuya light stick industry."

Samuel pointed to the light stick on the table in front of him. Song Ya brought it back from the fan meeting. The products of a company that have been optimized for the previous mining products are smaller, more beautiful and more colorful. Many, "Can you?" he asked.

"Please." Song Ya gestured.

He picked up a light stick and bent it gently under Song Ya's guidance. Soon, the light stick emitted a beautiful orange light.

"I'll let people figure it out. If there are so many concerts and music festivals all over the meter according to the trend of the book, this will be a huge new market..." Song Ya said, "and this is still a one-time consumable. The purchase price of 100 million yuan seems to be far from enough."

"Yeah, this little thing..." Samuel stared at the glow stick in his hand and showed an expression of looking at Jinshan again.

"But you are willing to sell, right?" O'Grady asked.

"Of course, but to negotiate, I don't want to wait until the light stick market is developed and become an idiot who is mocked for allowing the opportunity to get on the global rich list." Song Ya said.

In fact, after previous investigation conclusions, his psychological defense has been breached. This is what the Northern Trust behind O'Grady heard.

"Start now?" O'Grady asked.

"Start now."

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