Chapter 1124? Are You New England?

Time passed so quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Chicago began to be chilly again, especially in the empty suburbs.

"Why did you ask them to come here to talk about things?"

Linda, president of A+ Records, looked out the window and complained.

The cornfields and strong winds in the distance are still there, but the wasteland, mounds, and big canopy have long since disappeared, and the sidewalk that drove over has been paved with asphalt, and it is no longer dusty.

Two buildings rose from the ground in the distance. The cranes had just stopped working, and the construction speed was okay. At present, the reinforced concrete frame has been completely completed. It happened to be off-duty time, and some workers came down in groups by taking the elevator on the construction site.

"It's always coming."

Song Ya sighed and took a visual inspection. The temporary parking lot where workers' private cars and commuting buses were parked should be the place where he was shot. Mawota...

The place where Mawota and another bodyguard were shot was probably at the entrance of the parking lot, and the cornerstone where no politicians came and naturally did not hold a ceremony, was erected by Kozko Real Estate with a big billboard of their own company.

That's okay, so I don't get hurt.

Old Mike sighed silently, got out of the car and went to the back to pick up the wheelchair, "Why are you more troubled by that matter than I am? It's been almost a year, Linda." Song Ya made a joke with Linda, pushed away The car door, stretch out the two crutches first, and then support the body to get out of the car.

"You don't know, the sound of horseshoes and gunshots can be heard in my ears now when I have nightmares... Forget it."

Linda quickly got out of the car to help.

"It's okay, I can do it by myself now, look." Song Ya walked around flexibly on crutches.

Linda had no choice but to follow suit and smiled, "You are always optimistic, Boss."

"People have to watch it first..." Song Ya said with a smile: "Fortunately, the work here continued after I passed out, otherwise I would have lost a lot of money."

"A+CN insisted on continuing to work, and A+ Records had no choice but to follow suit."

Linda replied, "Gordon isn't there again."

Linda hoped that Gordon would come back. He had mentioned Gordon many times in his ear during this time.

"Is Gordon still on the board of the NAACP?"

Song Ya had been playing dumb before, because it was really not easy to arrange for Gordon, who was not very controlled, although he made contributions after the shooting, but always had personal persistence.

Now that he finally has a clue and he has recovered from the case of the American music website, he accepted Linda's words.

"Yes, but except for the executive director, the others are generally only used as part-time jobs..." Linda climbed up the pole, almost expressing, "You know his old-fashioned weird personality, when you wake up, he would be embarrassed to come to him You take the initiative to speak..."

"Well, I'll figure it out."

Song Ya sat in the wheelchair with a smile, handed the crutch to Old Mike and put it in the car, "But don't give him too much hope, he will definitely not be able to go back to A+CN, other positions... I don't know if I can let him He's satisfied. You know, he's almost reached the ceiling of African-American media people before."

"No, no..." Linda choked up for Gordon. "It's better than now anyway. He's been in journalism all his life, and he likes it there."

"Um."

The two were chatting, and a few white men in suits came over from a distance, "Mr. APLUS, the incident on the American music website... Actually, we don't know much about the actual situation, but we still want to sincerely apologize to you."

It was Demingxin Fund and Andersen Accounting Firm who participated in the IPO of the American music website. Andersen was the one who wanted to pry him away from Yongdao. He said: "In fact, purely in terms of business, the headquarters Arthur Andersen in Chicago is still the most suitable for you, you may not have a good grasp of the current status of multinational accounting firms, and Coopers has already lost its own security, and their operating conditions are very bad.”

Still dreaming, Song Ya ignored him and asked, "Have you already negotiated with KPCB, Morgan Stanley, and Yongdao?"

"Yes, it's settled, Hoho, they took advantage of it.

"The man from De Mingxin replied with a wry smile.

These companies are now pretending to be innocent and good people, but at least Arthur Andersen, as the company responsible for auditing the spin-off of A+ Audio and the IPO of the American music website, must have participated in some of the nasty things that DeLay emptied A+ Audio, and it is not completely impossible to catch. It's just hard to get the evidence, and Andersen's power, especially in the Midwest where Chicago is located, is so big that it's inconvenient to tear it apart.

Song Ya asked Alicia to get the things handed over by Icahn Capital and forced them to make a choice, either leave or see the court. They have been negotiating with the alliance of KPCB, Morgan Stanley and Yongdao for a long time, and it seems that the two parties finally reached an agreement today. Handover business, all claims were cleared.

Song Ya turned her head away from looking at them, raised her hand and waved it like chasing flies.

"Okay, goodbye."

The group of people rubbed their noses in embarrassment, got into the car and left.

"Please abide by the safety regulations." Ms. Sloan also got off the construction site elevator, and came from a distance with several hard hats.

"Then let's go up too."

Song Ya, Linda, and Old Mike put on their helmets and were also taken into the elevator by Sloan.

The rumbling elevator gradually rose, and the cars and buildings on the ground became smaller and smaller. "Ten months have changed too many people, and too many things." Sloan stared down and sighed suddenly.

"Aren't you still by my side?" Song Ya stretched out her salty pig hand with a hippie smile and touched her.

She immediately looked at old Mike and then at Linda in horror and embarrassment. The old white man and the black aunt turned their faces away, so she could only glare over, "Be careful of your wheelchair slipping down!"

The elevator on the construction site was leaking everywhere, and it was running wobbly. Song Ya was still in a panic and dared not speak.

"Hey! APLUS! What were you talking to them about?"

People from KPCB, Morgan Stanley, and Yongdao all gathered in the lobby on the top floor, laughing and chatting. They probably saw themselves chatting with people from Andersen and other companies and asked questions.

"They said they have settled with you." Song Ya smiled and shook hands one by one.

"Yes, you also settled the shares of Icahn Capital, right?" Morgan Stanley asked.

"Almost, soon."

No matter Carl Icahn, Andersen, Goodman Hamlin, or even Delay had top lawyers to help operate at that time, there were very few mutual and external handles, but after Icahn Capital resolutely surrendered, Goodman and Hamlin The source of the money invested in its two special funds is unclear, and the crime of money laundering will definitely not go away, and the large-scale hollowing out of De Lay has left more lies.

In order to reach a settlement, Hamlin repaid about 20 million from overseas accounts, and also used other methods with Goodman to transfer 20% of the 49% of the shares held by the two special funds of Icahn Capital. Transferred back to A+ copyright and asset management company, 47% of the 49% held by DeLay was also taken back by Alicia to A+ Audio.

About one-third of Icahn Capital is left, that is, 49% divided by three. According to Infoseek's valuation of 180 million, 30 million was sold back to A+ copyright and asset management companies, basic and Demingxin, etc. Fang also admitted his compensation and left.

However, given that Carl Icahn made a lot of money when he helped Goodman and Hamlin Mouse move their positions, it is estimated that he did not lose a lot of money in the end, and the loss of shorting 3DFX is not clear.

So now A+ audio probably holds 55% of the website, A+ copyright and asset management company 26%, and the rest is held by an alliance of companies such as KPCB and Morgan Stanley.

After negotiating with creditors and taking back 15% of DeLay's shares, A+ Audio was fully owned by A+ copyright and asset management company, and used DTS to repurchase 5% of the equity and sell the synthesized sound copyright library to Universal Music. Part of the debt has been restructured, and now in addition to the shares of the American music website, only the real estate and office buildings in Sunnyvale are left.

"Then we have solved all the difficulties, and the IPO plan should continue to start!" The KPCB staff sighed enthusiastically to the sunset in the sky, "The glory days are back!"

"Ah, please don't be too happy."

Song Ya interrupted him with a smile, "I'm not going to let the American music website be listed separately, but will cooperate with A+ Audio Company, Littman Publishing House held by A+ Copyright and Asset Management Company, Stereo Review, Modern Photography, etc. Print media shares, as well as A+CN and inner city broadcasting company shares, and other miscellaneous media consolidated into Littman Media Company listing."

"This is a very troublesome APLUS." Yongdao's Samuel frowned, "A+CN and the inner city don't make money, let alone those paper media... On the contrary, it will blur the concept of the Internet, which is now hot, and drag down the stock price."

Sloan also looked over with displeasure, she had not received any news beforehand.

"I've decided that you don't have much to contribute to the whole thing where I'm taking the site back..."

Song Ya shrugged: "Now it's your turn to work."

"Then why not just call it A+ Media?" Morgan Stanley asked.

"I think it's better to use a white name, just like your company." Song Ya's words made the other party roll their eyes.

"Then it's such a happy decision? It's a good thing anyway, isn't it?" Song Ya spread her hands and smiled.

"Fine."

"Can."

"Not bad."

The owner has decided, and other people will not be too bad if they think about it, at least the scale of the IPO will be greatly expanded.

"Delay...is in prison, have you found the leader of New Media Group yet?" Samuel asked.

Song Yachao Sloan nunuzui.

Sloan frowned even more unhappily, raised his hands and shook his face, and refused to accept other people's compliments and congratulations.

"Why? APLUS, don't you even bother to discuss it in advance?" Sloan asked after Song Ya sent the others away.

"Come and sit." Song Ya patted his thigh and smiled at him.

"Be serious, do you want to do business here?" Sloan asked back.

"Come on, everyone is gone, watch the sunset with me." Song Ya continued to invite with a deadpan face.

"It's not safe...and we only have a transactional relationship. I'm the one who pays first. The party who holds the full initiative, recognize your own status APLUS."

"Don't be arrogant, I have something to tell you, come on, I won't move my hands and feet, just sit for a while." Song Ya continued to pat his legs, "Old Mike has already stuck the wheelchair, I can see it from this angle The most beautiful scenery."

"Don't cross the border..."

"I won't, I swear."

"I can't stand you anymore." She came over and circled around in front of the wheelchair uneasily, "Come over." Finally, she pushed the man's legs away, squeezed and sat directly on the wheelchair, "Hands." Stop Song Ya from trying to hug his hand.

"Is it? It's beautiful..."

She is thin, but her frame is not small. Song Ya was squeezed into an uncomfortable position by the delicate body next to her, but she was really a gentleman to enjoy the sunset in the sky wholeheartedly, "except that the scaffolding is a bit unpleasant."

"Okay."

The two of them didn't speak any more. In the empty hall with only the natural color of cement and no glass curtain wall, they silently admired the sunset scenery cut by the steel scaffolding.

The shade of the concrete frame moves with the changing sun, brightening and darkening where the two sit.

Song Ya turned her head quietly, admiring her face dyed red by the setting sun and her flaming red lips. The tip of her nose moved closer, and she took a deep breath of the complex fragrance of her favorite cosmetics and cleaning products.

"Is it okay?" She felt it, glanced over, and asked impatiently, "You are so wretched."

"Thank you that day." Song Ya looked into her eyes and said softly sincerely.

"You mean the day you were shot? Hehe, you really have to thank me, I saved your life...with Mike. At that time..."

There was a flash of hesitation and fear on her face, and she changed the subject, "But this is not the reason why you let me be the manager of some media company without my permission. I don't accept any handouts out of gratitude, and I don't Sure I'm going to love that job."

"Leave that alone."

Song Ya lifted up a strand of her hair, "Blonde hair is also beautiful."

She didn't even look at it, she raised her hand and snapped Song Ya's hand away with a snap of her fingers.

Song Ya pouted lightly on her cheek again.

"I knew it!" She immediately avoided trying to stand up, "A man's oath?"

"Wait, okay, let's get down to business, I'll ask another question." Song Ya hugged her to prevent her from leaving, "The last one, just one."

"Quickly ask."

Song Ya asked in a solemn tone: "Are you New England, right? Paternal ancestry can also be traced back to the Mayflower immigrants? First of all, I'm sure you are not Jewish, and there are no Chinese, no Africans, and nothing. ancestry and Indian descent?"

"What do you mean?"

She frowned again, and turned her head to look at each other with some disgust, "Are you also a believer in blood theory? Or are you implying that I was able to open up the situation on Capitol Hill at a young age, in fact, because of some reasons other than my ability to work?"

"Isn't it?"

"I don't want to answer such a boring question!"

"Don't be angry, listen to me explain. Here's the thing. I've been thinking about it for a while. You're actually talking to the general manager of the Bahn Fluorescent Company, the professor at the University of Chicago Law School, the attending physician at the Medical Center, the Pentagon and the FBI. The senior staff here, and some of the staff on Capitol Hill belong to the same class of people, don't they?"

Song Ya said: "You all have a good social status and high income. You are better than the middle class. You can go to tourist attractions to go to various scientific seminars or think tanks to earn extra money after your work. Participate in formulating some Industrial or political diplomacy, social governance and other policies..."

"Probably so, but what exactly are you trying to say?" Sloane asked.

"You told me about the so-called revolving door of clerks. In American politics, because politicians have the right to appoint many positions or simply private staff, the mobility is much greater than that of the British model. That is to say, those clerks also have a high probability. They have been out of work for several years, and besides being recruited by companies to become executives, they often go to various foundations and think tanks of conservative liberals or environmental protection and charitable organizations. They can still continue to influence policies there, Stronger think tanks and foundations naturally have more influence, right?"

"That's about it."

"I also have this opportunity now, some people out of pity or bribery... They gave me a ticket, or admission ticket, but you know, the irony is that in terms of my bloodline , even if I am worth a billion, it is almost impossible for me to get in, or it is just a mascot with a glass ceiling, or it is inconvenient for me to get in... Anyway, get that ticket The premise is that I must own a media company of sufficient scale. Therefore, I must pack the Littman Media package large enough, and it is not even enough at present. Maybe I will have to buy Ovitz after a while to use the news that was squeezed out by ABC. It’s a news station that has been in great difficulty after only half a year of operation.”

"So you want to recommend me?"

Sloan rolled his eyes, "Don't forget that Littman himself climbed in there with a sharp head, but in the end he turned the cart before the horse and went bankrupt. That shouldn't be a reason for you to change your business strategy arbitrarily, preferably after many years. It came naturally to that position..."

"So New Media Group is called Littman Publishing. For some reason Litman gave me his voided tickets, and the giants in the photo in my study let me go, plus I was beaten Six..."

"Six hole eyes have been in a coma for five months, and I can recite them."

"Hey, politicians always want to comfort me with some sweets." Song Ya smiled, "Opportunities are rare, and the window period is very short, time waits for no one."

"What the hell is the ticket now?" Sloan asked.

", Council on Foreign Relations of the United States."

Song Ya replied.

Sloane turned to look at him in surprise.

"Don't look at me like that, the level you entered... I don't know what kind of organization it is, it shouldn't be too high. But I think your ability is enough to climb all the way until you get into the Trilateral Committee, Then there was the Peterberg meeting..."

Song Ya said.

"Ha! You really dare to think!"

"Think about it without breaking the law. You can continue to practice your ideal of banning guns. The stage there must be broader."

After hearing this, her eyes softened.

"No way, my skin color can't be changed."

Song Ya pushed her blond hair behind her ears, and said with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, "So we're back to the previous question, are you really of New England descent?"

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