Chapter 1370 They Are in a Hurry, They Are in a Hurry

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"Isn't this old man campaigning for the Elephant Party?"

Song Ya immediately thought of politics, "He was the chairman of the Federal Reserve Bank appointed by the Reagan administration, and he got along well with the George dynasty for four years. He clearly knows that Gore's greatest achievements and main supporters are in the technology industry, especially the Internet. Industry……"

"It's not necessary, maybe it's because you really think that now is a good time to squeeze the bubble? You can scold him when you lose money, but don't forget that your huge wealth increase during the bull market also comes from the economic prosperity created under his helm. Sloan didn't think Greenspan would get involved in this kind of thing.

"Perhaps the reason is simple. The chairman of the Federal Reserve Bank will serve until June 20th. He has not shown any energy. The current president is likely to nominate someone who is closer to him to replace him. The current president and his wife can do it. "O'Grady's speculation about Greenspan's motives is more 'malicious'.

"C! M! G! I!"

At this time, his subordinates yelled outside, the sound was broken, and the tone was very shrill. CMGI was a very popular Internet startup incubation company last year.

O'Grady wiped his sweat and ran out again.

Song Ya pressed the stock code of CMGI, good guy, and went straight to the 20% drop.

Another Internet service provider, Akamai, has fallen even harder than CMGI.

Fortunately, he had nothing to do with it. In fact, yesterday he had sorted out some similar loose stocks with low anti-risk capabilities, and handed them over to O'Grady before the morning session so that he could act cheaply. O'Grady is selling them.

"The Abelsons came here, and Litman." Song Zecheng came in to report.

"Here?" Song Ya was surprised, but soon figured it out, the fact that his own people were in the Northern Trust headquarters should be on the news.

'This has been a hell of a second week for the tech moguls (the second week in April), and this Friday is likely to be yet another Black Friday on record, with the Nasdaq and Dow down across the board and shortly after the open. They fell by 200 points and 300 points respectively...'

"Microsoft's second largest individual shareholder, Paul Allen, is still on vacation. His spokesman said that Paul Allen has no intention of expressing his position on the current capital market, and refuted the rumors that he lost a lot in the stock market this week..."

‘APLUS went to the headquarters of the Northern Trust Company this morning and also refused to interview,

There is speculation that he is looking for financing...'

Sure enough, the news had already reported his movements, but the most popular person in the morning should be Mark Cuban, the rich man who sold the website he built to Yahoo for 6 billion last year and raked in 2 billion in cash, sitting leisurely in sportswear. He was interviewed in the home stands of the Dallas Mavericks. Although he cleverly shifted the reporter's questions to his new NBA team, the Dallas Mavericks, the triumphant look in the picture can already prove everything.

He is the smart guy who got out in time, and the media also thought he was, and gave him a long-term page.

Although a bit of a hindsight...

"The front desk blocked the Abelsons and Litman in the lobby on the first floor, what should we do?" Song Zecheng asked.

"Let them in, the reporter is just opposite the building, don't provoke them to talk nonsense." Sloan replied in a decisive manner.

"APLUS! You're kidding us!"

Abelson and his wife should have come here from Silicon Valley by private plane in the morning. After getting rich, their life is very luxurious. Abelson rushed into the small conference room that Song Zecheng asked for from Northern Trust and shouted angrily. Pale.

"Pay attention to your words, Abelson. What I asked Sloan to convey is that I will take over the shares of both of you today. I will not break my promise, but it is only this morning." Song Ya pointed at the other party, and the villain sued first.

"We agreed to you out of trust, and you must have a minimum bottom line! The reason why we agreed to a one-day grace yesterday was because Ms. Sloan said that you promised to protect our interests to the greatest extent!"

When today's market closes, the market value of OpenDiary's website has fallen. This is the same as yesterday's price... Abelson couldn't accept it, and continued to yell.

"Isn't it the maximum? I hold more shares than you, and I haven't kept cashing out like you. Up to now, I haven't sold a single OpenDiary stock. I'm not a god, and I have unlimited funds..."

Song Ya glanced at the couple, "I remind you to pay attention, I have lost a lot more than you today."

"APLUS, what are you going to do?" Although Litman didn't hold many shares in Litman Media, his face was very ugly.

"I don't know, I'm in a bad mood right now..."

At this time, Melissa, Sloan's assistant, brought some siren coffee and snacks over, "Sorry, I'm very busy, it's almost noon, and there's only these here..." Song Ya took a cup of coffee and two muffins and walked out .

"Bastard! Don't even try to run away!" Abelson's wife tried to hold him back as if suddenly going mad.

"hiss……"

The woman's meticulously groomed nails made three blood marks on Song Ya's arm.

"Keep your demeanor, don't let outsiders laugh at you as nouveau riche!" Song Ya checked the wound, frowned and did not attack, left a sentence coldly, and strode away.

Litman wanted to follow, but was stopped by Melissa.

"APLUS, David Geffen." Back at O'Grady's office, Song Zecheng, who was in charge of filtering incoming calls, handed over his mobile phone.

"Hey, Mr. Geffen."

This guy is only now calling and he can hold his breath. Song Ya tries to answer in a relaxed tone.

"I think today's situation is very bad." David Geffen said on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, you won't buy it too..." Song Ya laughed.

"I... no, but I just asked Morgenstern-Lee's Quatson, and he told me that the IPOs of Modern Photography and Stereo Commentary are likely to be delayed?" two sites.

"I don't know, I don't have time to ask these questions today... Not necessarily, the situation may get better in the second half of the year." Song Ya replied.

"Is there a way for me to quit?" David Geffen asked.

Before, he used small methods to enter the game desperately to collect money, but now he is begging for nothing and wants to leave? Why are they all guys who accept their bets and refuse to admit defeat and can't share weal and woe! Song Ya sneered in her heart, "Let's talk about this later, Mr. Geffen? You know how busy I am today..."

"It will not affect our..."

"No, don't worry."

"Don't lie to me APLUS, I understand that you are not in a good place today, but I don't want the French incident to be messed up." David Geffen said again.

"Why don't we sign a VAM agreement to minimize the risk of your funds in the French matter?" Song Ya turned against the general.

"That's not necessary...forget it, you're busy." David Geffen didn't bother anymore.

"What's the matter?" Song Ya just returned the phone to Song Zecheng, and after a while, he saw him hesitating there again, hesitating to speak.

"Miss Shakira's phone number." Song Zecheng asked for instructions.

This should be the first time Shakira took the initiative to call after the breakup, "Hi..." Song Ya continued to answer.

"Are you... okay? There are rumors in New York that you will go bankrupt." Shakira asked.

"I'm fine, don't worry, there must be profits and losses in business, thank you for your concern." Song Ya smiled.

"I don't care about you, Mr. Estefan..."

Over there, her mobile phone seemed to be handed over to the broker Estefan, "APLUS, how long will this stock market crash last? Will the government rescue the market?"

Judging from Estefan's anxious tone, he also bought it, just ask some layman's words!

Even if you know it, you can't reveal it to the outside world! For a rich man of my level, if he really tells people that the US government will save the market, it should affect the market sentiment!

Song Ya continued to complain in her heart, "I don't know, uh... I'm very busy today, Mr. Estefan."

"Okay, you're busy..."

"Tell her I miss little Arianne... Hello? Hello!?" Estefan had already hung up the phone.

"baffling!"

At noon, Song Ya, Sloan and others simply ate something. In the afternoon, the Nasdaq had fallen by 300 points to around 3377, and the Dow Jones had fallen by 500 points to around 10420. fluctuate above the line,

"It seems to be stable?" O'Grady took this opportunity to sell all the loose stocks that Song Ya was going to run today.

"Looks like it is."

Song Ya breathed a sigh of relief and began to count the losses. Today, Yahoo has fallen by more than 10%, and its market value is less than 70 billion, which is close to 130 billion. Fast, Intel, Compaq, HP, IBM, Microsoft, etc. have all fallen by more than 5% so far today.

Littman stocks have been miserable. CrimeReads only has 35% of its highest market value after IPO, American Music 44%, OpenDiary more than 50%, and Littman Media More than sixty...

In other words... my net worth has shrunk by at least three billion from its peak.

"Why!"

Forget it, if you lose less, you win, and if you don't lose, you earn. Song Ya sat down on the chair, comforting himself crazily, and sleepiness suddenly swept up. There is no apocalypse, and now he is so tired that he just wants to sleep.

"Jim Clark." Song Zecheng had another call to answer.

"APLUS, we're going to start trying to put pressure on the Fed after the market closes. We need someone who can speak louder, so it's you, how about it?"

"I don't do this kind of thing anymore." Want to push me out to scold people again? I won't do it! Song Ya replied quietly: "I'm not in the mood today, let's talk about it next time."

"I understand that you have lost a lot, but you need to save yourself even more, don't you?"

"Please ask Gao Ming."

Jim Clark had flicked him, and finally gave up.

"Mr. Smith." But soon, Song Zecheng called again.

"Which Mr. Smith?" Song Ya asked.

"Goldman Sachs..."

"Oh." It was the black executive of Goldman Sachs. Later, he had been working happily with Morgan Stanley, and his relationship with Goldman Sachs faded.

"APLUS, don't you think about Jim Clark's suggestion?" Smith asked, it seems that Jim Clark asked someone to lobby.

"No, I won't mess with that old thing." Song Ya was sober.

"Old stuff?"

"Greenspan."

"Oh hehe, think about it again, we need unity most now." Smith said: "It will be useful."

"I'm very suspicious... Uh, Mr. Smith, I'm in a bad mood today, I hope you can understand, I need to sleep, I'm tired..." Song Ya dismissed casually.

"Call me." Another voice came from the phone, "APLUS, this is Paulson."

Whoa, Paulson, Chairman and CEO of Goldman Sachs? Haha, speaking of it, Goldman Sachs seems to be dubbed by Wall Street as the bull commander in chief of the recent bull market? It seems that everyone is anxious!

I guess today is also very uncomfortable, right?

A big man of Paulson's level wanted to sell his face, and Song Ya's tone of evasion became softer and softer.

Some people cry while others laugh. In Manhattan, New York, traders at Icahn Capital held landline microphones around their necks and celebrated wildly while communicating with clients. When the Nasdaq fell 366 points in a single day, the Dow Jones closed down 617 points in a single day. At that time, all the traders stood up and applauded, cheered, and pieces of paper flew around.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" The applause became more and more tidy, and the traders roared like beasts.

"Hahaha! APLUS must be suffering today..."

In Carl Icahn's office, there is a closed-circuit television in which he can see the situation in the trading room. He has not laughed so happily for a long time. He pointed to the curves of Littman stocks on the screen that suddenly rose sharply in the last three minutes, "That kid is impatient, He started to use his own funds to protect the market, and he thought he could catch the short side like 3DFX did last time? Hehe, this headless fly, he is still too young after all!"

"boss!"

The cronies did not echo him this time, because U.S. Treasury Secretary Summers accepted an interview with CUU immediately after the market closed. He said: "The U.S. economy is not only the source of U.S. strength, but also the source of global economic strength. Our correct priorities, It is to focus our attention on the fundamentals that are important for sustained economic growth. The current administration has been paying attention to changes in the securities market. I think the fundamentals of the Chinese economy are still sound. Although there will be ups and downs between quarters, the US economy is still Further expansion is possible..."

"Wow, the finance minister of the donkey party is going to fuck Greenspan hard." Carl Icahn watched happily.

"The fundamentals of the U.S. stock market are still sound, the growth momentum still exists, and the U.S. economy is still strong..." Summers almost scolded Greenspan in front of a national audience.

CUU soon interviewed Ms. Cohen, the chief investment advisor of Goldman Sachs, "The strong fundamentals of the US economy can not only be maintained until the end of this year, but also into next year. The bull market in the New York stock market is not over!"

"They are in a hurry, they are in a hurry, hahaha!"

Thinking of fooling ordinary investors, Carl Icahn's office was full of laughter.

"APLUS, can you talk about today's US stock market?"

This is CUU entering the next piece of news. After the close, Song Ya was striding out of the gate of Northern Trust with a straight face. Facing the reporters' pursuit and interception, he opened the car door and turned around suddenly, glaring at the camera with his red acting skills, "I personally think Mi The Fed urgently needs reform! Like...like the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences that presents the Grammys!"

"a ha ha ha!"

Everyone burst into laughter again, and Carl Icahn laughed so hard that tears came out.