Chicago 1990

Dow ranked 20th among the top 500 U.S. industries in 1993, with a total market value of more than $25 billion. Benefiting from the recent bull market and the boom in auto consumption after the end of the oil crisis, auto companies and petrochemical companies are very Popular, even though profits have fallen for years, the stock price is still rising.

Song Ya spent a few days wandering about his various investments in Silicon Valley, and rushed back to Chicago at the urging of the crew of my life.

As Sun Yansheng said, Dow did not wait for the financial report at all, and disclosed a short sentence in the company’s regular briefing. In order to enter the emerging concert and party consumer goods market, they formally asked the industry’s leading technology company Barn An intention to acquire was issued.

The stock price rose by 1.09% on the first trading day after the news was announced, indicating that the market is cautiously optimistic about their move.

"With a market value of 25 billion, an increase of 1.09% is more than 200 million. They have made money before the business is done."

Song Ya sat in the Barn company's conference room and complained, "But I like the word leading technology."

"Haha, that's not the case."

Everyone in the room laughed. Soon, a large group of Dow negotiators in suits and shoes filed in. They were all white. The head of the company was a vice president who looked a bit like Samuel and had silver hair, but Much older.

"AP?" He shook hands with Song Ya who stood up to greet him, "Is it cold?"

"Huh?" Song Ya asked him inexplicably in the first sentence, "What do you mean? No."

"Oh, I think I wear it like this..." He pointed to Song Ya's clothes.

Looking down at the two-piece short-sleeved T-shirt over the long-sleeved suit, Song Ya reacted, "Don’t you think this is cool?"

"I remember that hippies used to wear this way..." their other younger entourage laughed.

"is it?"

Song Ya's face turned black, Linda also complimented her that this original dressing method would lead the trend...

"Don't care about this."

The vice president waved his hand to see that he was already seated. "The initial contact between us was very smooth, but Barn & Company is, young man."

"One hundred and three hundred million, my factory only needs seven years to make all of this money back." Song Ya said.

After a few days of negotiations, the other party raised the purchase price from 103 million to 130 million, but the implementation details did not count as a price increase at all, or even lowered it slightly.

"You can't count it, the factory..." He also noticed the chimney outside. "It can't run smoothly for seven years. No, maybe three years will be enough, and the fluorescent party may go out of fashion at any time."

"I've been all watched, haven't I? I don't have any secrets." Song Ya sneered, "but don't forget, the fluorescent party is my fire, and what I eat is pop rice."

The other party smiled, "We will achieve a win-win situation, trust me."

The two sides had no intention of quarreling anymore, and then began discussions on the terms of the contract.

"I can't accept partial swaps. Our company's profits are declining, but the stocks have been rising during the negotiation. When I get the stocks, the profits are exhausted, and what should I do if the stocks are in my hands?"

The other party's suggestion was that about half of the cash was converted into Dow stocks for payment, but it could not enter the circulating market immediately, so Song Ya certainly didn't do it.

"We can set an acceptable price, and the discounted price we get will be slightly lower than the stock price at the time..."

"I want money, real money."

"No one will use cash for a business with hundreds of millions of dollars..."

"We are such a big company."

"The money of big companies doesn't come from the wind."

"I'm a hip-hop singer, I like cash, I don't want stocks, I spent tens of millions of dollars to buy Apple stock, and now it's all in my hands." Song Ya boasted half-truth.

"Our stocks are more valuable than those junk electronics stocks. Everything about the chemical industry is closely related to people's daily necessities."

"Don't fool me, now the United States has no war, and it's over."

The other party was speechless, "Well,

When we talked about noon, Song Ya became a little impatient with the disguise of a young hip-hop singer, "AP, don’t pretend to be yourself anymore. We have a very detailed understanding of it, not young people like the present. We don’t want to To waste too much time on this case, it is best to deal with this matter professionally." The vice president warned.

"Sorry, I'm substituting a role for the upcoming movie." Song Ya shrugged, "but I clearly stated my own attitude for every condition, didn't it?"

"Take a break," the person next to him said.

"Okay." The vice president looked bad, "We'll come back this afternoon."

At noon, Song Ya received a call from John Liu.

"AP, talking big business with Dow?" he asked.

"Yes, noticed their briefing?" Song Ya couldn't help but admit it.

"I don't care much about the news in that area. Cheney called me just now. He seems to have been asked. It's our turn to give him back." John Liu said.

"I thought the things we stuffed in at the time were rewards." Song Ya's heart tightened, and the eyes of Dow's vice president before leaving came to mind. First try to pretend to be stupid. After all, the two took advantage of the chief to step down and head to China. The country is tinkering with things, and the Elephant Party has indeed taken the opportunity to squeeze a lot of products from its own related companies.

"Do you want me to reply to him the same way?" John Liu asked.

"Uh, don't, I know what to do, don’t worry." It’s getting harder and harder to pretend to be stupid now. The idle elephant party boss can’t afford to offend. U.S. politics is a revolving door. Who knows what day he will start from oil The company returned to the center of power. Song Ya had no choice but to agree.

"Yes, that's it, come and go, everyone will take care of this friendship." Liu John smiled with satisfaction.

"Ok, keep in touch."

Song Ya hung up the phone and told Linda, "Turn up the air conditioning in the meeting room in the afternoon."

In the afternoon, the negotiation continued, and it didn't take long for the other party to take off their suits and put them on the back of their chairs.

"The kid's trick." The vice president didn't care much, although his armpits were soaked, "Well, AP, after a whole noon consideration, has his attitude changed?"

"Yes, my friend advised me a few words." Song Ya smiled.

"That's good. At this time, you should listen to your friends' opinions." said the vice president.

"Then go ahead."

"Ok, let's do it again."

Talking until the end of get off work hours, the other party left on time, and some conditions were still not negotiated.

"AP, get off and turn right."

When Song Ya left in the evening, he just got out of Barn's door and received a call from Doug, Assistant of the Federal Assemblyman's Office in Underwood.

"Fxxk, Doug, how do you always hide in the shadows like dogs."

No way, get out of the car and find Doug who is shrinking in the corner of the outer wall. The two talked together in a low voice.

"Doing things without telling him?" Doug asked guilt when he opened his mouth.

"No, what are you hiding?"

"To sell the factory to Dow, the constituency plan here will be disrupted, and the work may be moved out of Illinois by the big company." Doug said, "He is very angry."

"What's so angry about him?" Song Ya went back uncomfortably, "Dow was brought to me by his wife. I'm not angry yet!"

"what?"

"His wife, Claire, she gave me Zhang Dow's business card and asked me to make the call above."

Doug was stunned, "But you should still say hello to him in advance."

"Come on, Doug, how do I know that Claire was not instructed by him? If it weren't for him, I wouldn't make that call." It's just the old trick, pretending to be a fool.

"Without this company, Russell cannot be kept in two years." Doug said.

"It's just a seat for a state congressman. Even with this company, two years later, I wonder if I can keep that alcoholic." Song Ya said.

"Where are you with Dow?" Doug asked.

"After several close talks," Song Ya lied to him.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Be honest with AP. He just heard some complaints about setting up obstacles for Dow." Doug said.

"Wait, wait..." Song Ya didn't understand, "Does he want this thing to happen or not?"

"He has to calm some people's complaints."

"So he wants this to happen, right?" Song Ya knew, and Dow must have tried to pressure Underwood in the afternoon.

Doug nodded in acquiescence, "But you can't involve him in the loss of job opportunities."

"I know what I should do, okay? Doug." Song Ya nodded. There is no need to complain in front of this person that the job opportunities were created by him. The trouble is now his own, but after the transaction is completed, it will be all Dow’s, judging by the muscles they showed off today, it’s not a big deal for them, "What about that congressman? I can guarantee that he will be elected this year, but in the future..."

"He can only figure out his own way. There are still two years left and he has time."