Chapter 1300 08 I Have My War

"Have you heard? The MP3 website is almost worth more than American Music, and after its IPO next month, it will surpass the market value, and may even be higher than our Litman Media market value... Are they established later than us? This is too unfair Well, we woke up early..."

In the large dressing room at the backstage of the studio, the former billionaire Litman complained to Song Ya, "Domain name, I said earlier that it is very important to have a resounding domain name. Now it seems that this should have been resolved long ago." question."

"Enough! Mr. Litman!"

Does the American music site have a dime with you? Oh yes, I bought it from you. According to your original knowledge, I am afraid that you would never have thought of making the magazine online, right?

Just to add a word, the reading app I am using recently has many sources of books, complete books, and fast updates!

Song Ya was very annoying. This guy relied on the relationship of the independent director of Litman Media to act as a middleman between A station and the political circle. He earned a lot of resources during the impeachment case. Now that the business has picked up again, it is hard to say whether his net worth has recovered.

Even if he is the founding family member and former boss of Littman Publishing House, even if he has some energy in the upper class, after all, he holds very few shares in Littman Media, so he loses his temper when he loses his temper. The wine glass on the stage hit the ground hard in front of him.

The dressing room is fully equipped, but the sofa and other soft furnishings have not been finished yet. With a crisp sound, the glass fell to pieces on the ground.

"Am I a god? I know everything that will happen in the future!?"

He yelled at the other party: "I can't make mistakes? I should help you make money 365 days a year!?"

"I didn't mean APLUS that way."

Being yelled at by an old black man with a blushing face and a thick neck, Littman could only give in for a second, because there were only two of them in the room, and he looked good, he spread his hands and apologized in a softened tone, "I know you haven't been going well lately... "

"It's good to know!"

"I apologize, OK? But I really don't understand you APLUS. In fact, the appeal by the RIAA and the drop in 3DFX's stock price are just minor issues. Our OpenDiary website will be split and listed in three months, and Litman Media's stock price is also rising , I heard that your stock investment is following the skyrocketing of YAHOO, Cisco and other companies, if it were me, I should be building a super yacht fleet by now."

Littman added: "You always like to focus on your frustrations and make yourself unhappy. This is not good. A little personal opinion..."

"I have my own war, a war I don't want to lose, OK?"

Song Ya waved her hands irritably, "Okay, I don't want to talk about this. You can talk about the domain name of the American music website with Ms. Sloan when they hold a board meeting. I don't want to worry about it."

"Okay, okay, don't worry about it, I just have a chat when we meet, nothing else."

Littman backed out the door while talking.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Song Ya blinked her eyes and waited for a while, then opened the door and poked her head out to confirm that the other party had gone far before coming back and knocking on the door of the dressing room, "He's gone."

"That guy is really long-winded."

The two female career elites slipped out complaining like thieves, "Oh!"

"That's right, it's really hard to pass it off if you don't show some prestige."

Song Ya smiled and hugged each other, making out with affection and tenderness, and then slowly moved towards the dressing table. This is the place where the crew prepares for the group performances after work starts. In the empty rectangular room, there is a whole row of makeup mirrors, new scenes.

"Well……"

The shards of glass kicked on the ground were a little obstructive and unsafe. Song Ya looked at Sloan, and Sloan raised his eyes to the ceiling.

He looked at Alicia again, and the governor's wife also looked puzzled and hypocritical.

The air froze, and the three of them stalemate for a while, hum! He had no choice but to go inside and take out the dustpan and broom, bent down and swept the floor himself first.

"Hi, Mr. Picoul, it's me, APLUS. No, no, no, I know the rules, it's not about the fund, uh... how should I put it, recently some founders of my 3DFX company want to transfer their shares and leave,

Are you interested? ok, that's okay, uh..."

"Hey! Jim! How's it going? I heard that AOL and Time Warner are talking about merging again? Haha, no, I didn't want to inquire about anything, just a few random questions, don't be nervous. Hey. Something? Of course, recently my 3DFX Corporation...you know right? That's even better, you're interested in taking over...are you? Oh, forget it..."

"Mr. Eisner! Do we Disney intend to invest in the technology industry? 3DFX...Okay, thank you, goodbye, and take care of yourself!"

"Picall, Jim Clark, Eisner... who else?"

Back in the office, Song Ya, accompanied by senior executives such as , rummaged through the phone book, and called the tycoon friends one by one, looking for potential buyers of the shares held by the trio and former president Ballard.

Now it’s the same as Jim Clark’s reaction when he wanted to dump Netscape’s stock price. If he can’t do both hard and soft, he can only find another company to take over. At this stage, this is his own war, and he has to go through troubles.

"What about banks and institutions?" CEO McLaren reminded that he had already found part of the old relationship with the consortium in the UK.

"Well, right now."

Song Ya picked up the phone and continued to call Morgan Stanley's old friend Quatson, "I'm looking for... I don't have an appointment. I'm APLUS."

"KPCB... Greenwood..."

"KPCB is willing, you can contact their ..., this is his private mobile phone number." If there is any result, tell the CFO chief financial officer.

"How many gaps are left? OK..."

He held the landline and then called his relatively less wealthy friend, "Carmack?! Ha! Who else, me, APLUS!"

"Mark! It's me, APLUS..."

Mark Anderson, the founder of Netscape, was just idle, and chatted with him a few more words, "Is the situation of 3DFX not very good?"

"Very good, Ross and the others caught me off guard." Song Ya asked back, "What? Have you paid attention?"

"Yes, I don't understand why you cling to the 16-bit specifications and refuse to upgrade. There are already 32 32-bit products on the market. If you keep going like this, the performance of the graphics card will fall behind."

Mark Anderson replied.

"What sixteen thirty-two..." Song Ya looked at the new CTO, Chief Technology Officer Yasa.

"Color bit depth, the unit used to represent the number of colors in digital images in bits." Yasa replied.

"Are we already behind?"

"In the past, Scott and the others insisted on using the current PC performance, and they couldn't use it at all..."

"Hehe..." Song Ya sneered, if Mark Anderson hadn't been kept in the dark, "Mark, do you think the problem is serious?"

"This...how can I say it, I don't know much about your industry."

"You're too modest, tell me a little more, you know I'm looking for someone to take over Ross's shares, if you want, I can fund some money, it's cheaper for you..."

"Your hardware T&L technology seems to be behind NV." Mark Anderson said.

"T&L?"

"Transfhting, light and shadow conversion." Asaph explained.

"Thank you so much Mark, come on, join us at 3DFX, I will give you the most favorable entry conditions, but don't tell others." Song Ya doesn't understand herself but knows how to win over people who understand.

"Just join."

"If you don't join, then take some shares? I will find a way to subsidize you."

"I will think about it."

"OK." Song Ya put down the microphone and glared at his subordinates, and said to the CFO: "Contact Mark Anderson, and, just in time, the Voodoo5 project is postponed for three months to make up for the shortcomings."

"Uh... NV has already prepared some patent barriers in that regard."

"A bunch of trash! I don't know anything unless Mark tells me!"

Song Ya was furious, and it was fucking tiring to fight wits and bravery with senior managers, "Find a way! Don't we have an advantage as the industry leader!?"

"Okay, okay." The senior management nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

"APLUS!"

Sloane pushed the door open and snapped his fingers.

"Mr. Geffen?" David Geffen, who had kept a low profile for a long time, took the initiative to call, which was a bit surprising.

"They want to sell the Seagram Global Group, and they are already in contact with the Europeans!" Geffen shouted excitedly at the other end.

"Not listed anymore?" Song Ya fell into a daze.

"The details are unclear at the moment. I was told by the eyeliner of the resort hotel where the old Bronfman lived. The news should not be wrong!"

"Eyeliner?"

"Uh, don't worry about those...Anyway, don't just be dumbfounded, and don't reveal that I told you!" David Geffen hung up the phone in a hurry.

I also have eyeliner. Song Ya immediately called and asked around, and finally got confirmation from the Italian.

"Yes, Bronfman Jr. met with the Bahrain Fund, in Monaco."

Bahrain Fund is one of Gucci's major shareholders.