Chicago 1990

The next day, just after nightfall, celebrities gathered at the Highland Park home to tacitly celebrate that APLUS officially joined the American Regal Club.

"The 300th place, which means that there are only 299 in front of him in all meters."

The former general manager of Baen Chemical looked at the money printing machine and looked at the Song Ya couple who were complimented by the crowd in the distance, "He is a good material for business. I feel that his genes are more Chinese than blacks. Look at the list of the world's richest people, four Chinese."

"Ah, be careful when you speak."

O'Grady, who accompanied him, smiled. Over the years, he and Song Ya cooperated tacitly, and his personal wealth and status in the Northern Trust have steadily increased. He even learned from Song Ya’s stocks and proportions to change and package a portfolio. 401K corporate annuity customers have received unanimous praise.

"I'm sorry." The former general manager of Baen Chemical immediately apologized.

"Let me say that this kid is simply someone who is born with him, I am completely convinced now." The more O'Grady looked at Song Ya, the more he liked it, "Oh, by the way, how about you?"

"No, the vice president of Dow who led the acquisition of Barn Chemicals was "voluntarily" resigned a few days ago. Now the light stick product line has become a business that the head office is too lazy to take a look at."

The former general manager of Baen Chemical replied: "Books... we can't compete completely, and sales are declining."

"How would you feel if the factory was still in the hands of APLUS?" O'Grady asked.

"Judging by reason, it should be worse than ending in Dow's hands. After all, he is even more incapable of restricting the competition of books. But... who knows, maybe he can create miracles like a fluorescent party demand out of thin air? "The former general manager of Baen Chemical shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"In other words, he shot the chemical plant in time, at my suggestion." O'Grady smiled triumphantly.

"Dow paid him 100 million." The former general manager of Baen Chemical sighed.

"By the way, I heard that Dow dumped the patents in its hands to a company registered overseas for tax avoidance? You can maintain profits and stock prices even when revenue drops." O'Grady took the opportunity to inquire.

"I don't know this." The former general manager of Baen Chemical said haha.

"Hey, Mr. O'Grady." A+ Audio President Dile joined in.

"The current situation is that after Netscape successfully went public, other Internet stocks were connected to the market, and each of them achieved very good results. Other companies that did not plan to go public have also accelerated. The Internet tide seems to be really coming. Dile, I heard that you have an American music website? Is there a chance?" O'Grady asked.

"Not yet, at least not next year." Dile said with a smile: "I don't see the possibility of profit at all."

"You don't want to wait until you get the APLUS equity incentive in 1997, do you?"

O'Grady stared at him and smiled meaningfully.

"Haha, how is it possible." Dile took a sip.

"He is very generous to you." O'Grady said.

"That's it, but you know, if I hadn't recommended him to set up his own synthetic sound company, there would be no such thing as A+ audio now. DTS was also discovered by me through the audio patents, and his other investment in the technology industry. Many of them were helped by me in the early stage." Dile replied.

"Well, I understand."

O'Grady didn’t continue the topic, and instead asked: "Have you heard of another PLUS? Microsoft’s Plus! for Windows 95 patch package, which was launched shortly after the launch of Windows 95, and included the Netscape browser. The competitor, IE1.0, is free. Microsoft is going to attack Netscape head-on, right? That's why Netscape's stock price is hovering in front of a hundred dollars. Mark Anderson will now mock Microsoft as soon as he accepts an interview."

"Not necessarily. IE is essentially a mosaic browser that Microsoft bought from UIUC. The work written by Mark Anderson at University has a good market share more than a year ago, but after so many iterations of the Netscape browser, the functions have been It's not enough to see it at all, and it's too far behind, it shouldn't pose a threat.

Dilai replied: "If the market is worried about this, Netscape's stock price will only cost less than $100. As people become more aware of IE, I believe that Netscape browsers will become more popular."

"In other words, if Microsoft does not give a follow-up response, Netscape stock price may break through 100 dollars or even higher?" O'Grady asked.

"That's how I feel, but don't mess with it. I'm just a manager who turns from rock to hip-hop and then to IT." Dile joked with him.

"A crossover master."

O'Grady laughed, and then heard the sound of someone tapping the glass, "Let's go over, too, APLUS is going to give a speech."

"I am a poor boy from South City. I remember when I went to Manhattan for the first time, I was still wearing second-hand clothes..."

The couple who had drunk a lot happily supported each other, and Song Ya held the glass in his hand and began to repeat the reading skillfully.

But it doesn't matter, after the speech, I got applause.

"Sorry, I'm going to rest there..."

After a simple communication, the two staggered back to the master bedroom, and then they must be dry.

"I love you so much."

Mariah Carey, who was being served extremely comfortably, had beautiful eyes with affection, and the chick kissed the man like a pecking rice, "My husband is the smartest and most powerful man in the world, it's great that you can forgive me... "

"Hey, don't you dare next time?" Song Ya accepted calmly.

"Hmm."

The two lingered for a while, Song Ya hugged her from behind, and his drunken eyes gradually returned to clarity, "Can you say it now?"

"What?"

"Why, pretend to remember?"

"I'm drunk."

"Remind you, copyright."

"Ask this again, no one really taught me..."

"Hey, I can guess if you don't tell me, your godmother, Patty Rabel, right?"

"It's not her..."

"Oh? Who is that? It won't be Motula!? Huh?"

"Don't pinch me, no, I don't even care about him."

"Your brother Morgan?"

"Why... why did you think of him? It's so funny, he doesn't understand this."

"Sandy Glenn? Or his friend David Geffen?"

"Okay, okay, don't guess, I didn't lie to you, no one really taught me..."

"Unbehaved."

"Really, do you think others can think of what I can't think of myself?"

She happily pulled the man's hand to her chest and hugged it tightly. "I want to show you some color, so I immediately ask an accountant to help. I don't ask anyone, I will kill you! Isn't it amazing? I can also be How can the people of DIVA know nothing about copyright issues? Hum, I know I can hurt you, I know my husband, and no one knows what you are going to be angry with."

"Oh?" Song Ya's eyes flickered.

"You are a puppy."

She triumphantly said: "Who doesn't know that the copyright of my songs will follow you and leave the large copyright library of ATV and Sony, my income will drop? I didn't agree to it before to please you, hum, since you are me Hook up with your ex-girlfriend, then wait to be killed and piss you off!"

"Wow wow wow wow..." Song Ya twisted his hands lightly, "I almost forgot that you were DIVA from the bottom."

"Of course, who am I, I'm no brainer than Whitney Houston."

She was complacent, "Oh! I hate it, please!"

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