Chicago 1990

"APLUS! Mr. APLUS! What do you think of yourself being listed on the US Rich List for the first time by Fujibe Magazine?"

"Express your opinion! APLUS!"

"Are you really worth 500 million?"

"Do you think Netscape's stock price high has come?"

"Are you going to divorce Mariah Carey?"

When they walked out of the building, Song Ya and his party were surrounded by a large number of reporters. They squeezed forward like crazy and poured flashes on themselves. The battle was so great that they hadn't encountered it in a long time.He thought his wife had made a surprise attack again. Unexpectedly, most of the questions asked by the reporter were completely unexpected, "Sorry, I don't know the situation yet." He hurriedly dropped a word and was under the protection of the bodyguards. Get into the car.

"what happened again?"

Old Mike started the car, and Song Ya looked at the paparazzi chasing them through the rear window glass, with lingering fears.

Old Mike threw a freshly baked Fujibee magazine from his glove box. It turned out that his family’s new year rich list was updated.

"Your wife is already in Highland Park, along with Sandy Glen and Brenda."

After being caught and raped in bed, the highland park security staff did not dare to neglect. Mariah Carey called Linda as soon as they arrived, "Will you go back?" Linda asked.

"Emmm..."

He was noncommittal and focused on reading the magazine, so Old Mike continued to drive, and the black Mercedes shuttled on the road to the north of the city.

In 1995, Bill Gates reached the top of the global rich list for the first time, benefiting from the rise of Microsoft stocks, his net worth soared from 12.9 billion before the listing of windows95 to 14.8 billion, and legendary investor Warren Buffett 11.8 billion ranked second. , Metropolis boss John Kruger, who just made a fortune in Disney’s nearly 20 billion acquisition of Metropolis-ABC, ranked third with 6.7 billion.

This year, there are 94 billionaires in the whole Mi, and this number is exactly the threshold of the world's 400 richest list.

In the U.S. list, California's richest people, backed by entertainment and technology industries, are the largest in number and countless. Microsoft’s other founder Paul Allen is 6.1 billion, Oracle founder Larry Ellison is 4.2 billion. Hewlett-Packard founder David Packard 3.7 billion, even Microsoft's latecomer Ballmer has a net worth of more than one billion.

In a year when the wealth of the crowd at the tip of the pyramid has soared, Marvel boss Perelman, Viacom boss Redstone, and Fox boss Murdoch’s net worth has hardly changed, still in the range of three to four billion. In a way, it was revealed that their business in recent years has not been smooth.

The same is true for the Bronfman family, the owners of Universal and Seagram. The shrinking family wealth of six billion shows that the market believes that they are a failure to sell DuPont shares to acquire Universal.

Among those who are more familiar, Jim Clark has squeezed into the billion-dollar club. David Geffen is more surprising. He relies on DreamWorks and art and real estate investment. It seems that MJ has completely kicked him out of the ATV/Sony Record Empire. 'Breakup fee', the net worth soared to 1.3 billion, surpassing his old friend Spielberg's 700 million.BET boss Johnson is also 700 million, and continues to maintain the title of the richest black.

And Oprah and himself were specifically listed as the blacks who entered the US rich list for the first time. Since they did not actively submit the asset certification documents, Fujibi listed the netscape stock of 250 million in his own hands and the Dow of 100 million. The present value of stocks, and their annual record and other revenues estimated by their calculation methods were more than 100 million, giving myself a worth of 480 million, ranking in the 300th round of the list.

Oprah is 340 million, 399th on the list, just as the threshold to enter the US rich list.

"Where is MJ?" Song Ya searched for several times, but didn't see MJ's name.

"Maybe the transaction between ATV and Sony is not counted." Linda replied.

"Humph..."

Song Ya is in a much better mood. At least after the publication of this issue, I am already richer than you in the eyes of the public. And this year, among the top ten richest people in the world, Chinese accounted for four seats. There is Rong Yan.

Then he started to calculate how much money he had, and concluded that the stocks in his hand were more than 500 million, Netscape 250 million, Dow 100 million, Microsoft and the newly added SUN and other stocks 150 million, which have not yet been listed. For DTS, the income of more than 30 million from the sale of Def Jam, Fujibi should not be included. The 1995 record revenue has not yet been settled, plus real estate and various companies large and small...

Of course, investments in 3DFX, inner city broadcasting companies, private jets, etc. may have negative effects.

"My money is piled up, bullet glasses with ice..."

The paparazzi were isolated by the door. Old Mike parked the car at the door of the villa. He hummed down. Two dark shadows came out straight from the door. Looking down, they turned out to be the two Jack Russell terriers. Breathing in his pants, and wagging his tail desperately.

"Ahem."

He cleared his throat, straightened his face, untied the watch, put it in his pocket, kept gloomy, and strode in.

Mariah Carey wore the rhinestone bag hip skirt that the two had hooked up before, sitting gracefully with Brenda and Sandy Glenn in front of the bar, sipping Grey Goose vodka in a small bullet glass, and putting herself in the living room carefully. Written', was sung by her and put into the new Step Up music.

"APLUS! Why did you kick me out of the unplugged concert!?" Brenda saw himself first and jumped up to question.

Song Ya glanced at her who was dragged away by Sandy Glen, and looked at his wife.

Mariah Carey stood up with a pouting mouth and twisted, raising the glass in her hand, "This is the wine you want to sell? It tastes good..."

"Ok."

He indifferently agreed and went straight upstairs to the study.

"You! Bastard! Cold violence!"

Behind her came her angrily cursing.

"There were a lot of calls to you just now..."

Linda followed up and saw that the boss sat at the desk in the study, knowing that he was ready to handle official duties, and reported one by one: "These must be called back, Goodman and the others, Daniel, and Northern Trust. O'Grady, Gordon of A+CN..."

"Do they have anything to do with me?"

Song Ya opened the document to be read, and formulated his response while approving. Now he is already on the list of the richest people in the United States.

"It's just because you were in the magazine..." Linda said, "I guess there will be a dinner party tomorrow."

"Well, but don't celebrate being included in the list by Fujibe, I don't want to be considered an upstart."

Song Ya answered.

The wife's figure appeared at the door, "I understand." Linda smiled and left.

There were only the couple left in the room, and she walked over silently, "I'm sorry..." grabbing the little husband's cuff and shaking it to please.

Regardless of her, Song Ya picked up the landline and called Gordon, "Is there anything to do with me?"

"Congratulations, APLUS, your achievements are so great! You have proved..." The senior media guy on the other end of the phone line said it was a lick, and finally said the purpose, "Just help A+CN do an episode of you. It’s your own topic. Many, many people want to know you more deeply."

"No, I want to keep a low profile on this matter. Don’t you plan to start with the Simpsons album? Just do it as planned. Although Netscape stock is hovering before the 100 yuan mark, no one knows how it will perform in the future. How about it, now celebrate that I might be laughed at in the future."

Song Ya calmly refused. Netscape shares accounted for half of his apparent net worth. The rise and fall of stocks is a blink of an eye. It is better to keep a low profile for security.

"Although it is said that, but..."

Gordon continued to persuade: "Now MJ fans and the music media are beginning to talk about MJ Sony’s historical status as the king of Columbia records. You just lost in the war of the record industry. This time the wealth list is a good draw. The opportunity to return to a city, your successful investment in the technology industry has left MJ far behind. He is just a little short of the list of the 400 richest Americans this year."

Song Ya was the most uncomfortable being poked into this painful spot, and glanced at the poor wife around him, "Just do it as planned, you are the boss of A+CN, Gordon, I will do my best to help the TV station. But don't bother me too much..."

"OK, OK." Gordon answered again and again.

Putting down the microphone, Song Ya picked it up and was about to call O'Grady.

"Do you have to do this to me?!"

Mariah Carey yanked the cuff that she was pulling, and held down the socket of the landline to not pull it out. She complained in tears, "I'm sorry for taking the initiative so humble!"

"So do you know what's wrong?" Song Ya turned to face her.

"I...I shouldn't punish you willfully, quietly, I don't know the outcome of the matter will be so serious." She pouted and replied: "But that's because I love you so much... I heard you hook up with my own ears. Mira Shi was almost mad, and you gave Xue Linfen the chance to play roles..."

"How serious is it? Huh?" Song Ya took the initiative to filter the next paragraph and continued to press.

"Sandy told me that I killed Daniel and Newman miserably, and you...I am afraid I will lose MJ forever in the record industry." She recited.

"Have I told you that I never want to see copyright fall into MJ's hands? Have you?"

"Have……"

"Then you still..."

While educating his wife, two dogs bite a long rope and ran into the door. They were props for playing games with Charisy, and they were hidden.

"I didn't think there was a big deal, it was MJ, don't you want to lose to him that much?" Mariah Carey didn't pay attention.

"Nonsense! Why should I lose! And it was my wife who caused me to lose!" Song Ya got up excitedly, grabbed the rope from the dog's mouth, and threw it to the corner.

"I was wrong, I always said I'm sorry, I'm sorry, OK, forgive me..."

She followed behind and pulled the corner of the man's clothes again.

"Hey, I won't forgive you so easily this time. Look, you watch these CDs." Song Ya put the new special CD marked with ATV in front of her. "We need to think about the future. Relationship, I'm serious, no kidding."

"Woohoo..."

She immediately cried, and then sat on the sofa, "I won't be anymore."

"You have to act and prove to me!"

"What action? I'm willing to..."

"From now on..." Song Ya licked the corners of her mouth. She really hadn't thought about it. "We won't be allowed to play any punishment games in the future. Once again, we will break up."

"You guy, really plan to break up with me!?"

"Ok?"

"Okay, okay, I promise you." She cuddled up with tears, her lips kept kissing on the man's face and neck, "I will listen to you in the future."

"It's about the same."

"As long as you don't betray me and go with other women..."

"Ok?"

"Ok?"

"I didn't do that kind of thing this time?" Song Yasser lied.

"I know, I know, it's my fault, it's all my fault..." She burst into tears and smiled, happy, her body wrapped up, "Who told me to love you so much..."

"Yeah." Song Yashou just hugged back in response, and she immediately responded enthusiastically, "That's it, I will be all yours in the future, you can enjoy it as you please, everywhere..."

"I haven't forgiven you completely yet." Song Ya softened.

She suddenly jumped up, ran to take the Sony digital video camera in the room and handed it to the man's hand, "You can shoot anything you want in the future..."

This is also OK?Song Ya decisively continued to increase, "This is not enough."

"not enough?"

"Other than that, body management, drinking, wearing clothes, and keeping a dog all have to be under my control."

"You! Okay, okay, I listen to you..."

"Renewing the contract, answering reporters' questions, interviews, and socializing with friends of the opposite sex, all require my prior consent..."

"Don't overdo it, APLUS!"

"Huh?" Song Ya raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, okay, really, I lost to you this time." She even agreed.

"The last condition, you honestly explain, who on earth encouraged you to do this."

"No one, it's my own idea..."

"Okay, very good, since you still want to protect others, then I have no choice." Song Ya changed his face on the spot and left the study.

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