Chapter 1374 Apocalypse's Weakness

"The chairman of Seagram Global has made many false statements against the American music website. I personally respect him, but I still want to say that all his statements about the company are nonsense!"

At Litman Media’s first official press conference after the stock market crash, CEO Ms. Sloan’s moon white silk suit was open, revealing the delicate rose print on the shirt inside. Pointing, pompous, sharp-tongued, "America Music website has strictly complied with US laws before and after the Digital Millennium Act took effect. We have fought with RIAA in court, and the final result has confirmed This point. I solemnly declare once again that Litman Media reserves the right to resort to the law for any false slander and slander!"

"Ms. Sloan, how do you explain to investors that the market value of your company and its various websites has plummeted recently? Does your company have any new plans to save the stock price?"

At the moment of the stock market crash, financial reporters obviously don't care about the bickering between the Littman Media Department and other company executives.

"Of course, the ratings and number of subscribers of our channels are on the rise. Do you all watch the hip-hop competitions on ACE at home? It has led a new round of hip-hop and pop-up culture around the world. I have noticed that Europe and Benzi are also appearing one after another. A flash event..."

"I'm asking about the stock price..." The reporter interrupted her.

"Now there is irrational panic in the New York stock market, so I don't want to talk about it, but I need to focus on specific operations and creating value for shareholders. I still want to appeal here, the United States is the pioneer of the Internet revolution The country, our own government cannot just sit back and watch the first-mover advantage be ruined. Countries around the world are urging to catch up, and the leader may not always be ahead..."

"But the market value of your company..."

Sloan interrupted impatiently, "Okay, time is limited, let others ask questions, Next..."

"Ms. Sloan, investors are currently criticizing Internet business executives for cashing out at will or even illegally. We have noticed that since the beginning of this year, you have often taken a Gulfstream V private jet, right? This model is currently The market price of . . . ”

"Next!"

"Haha!" Song Ya laughed when he heard that Sloan's voice became thinner. Sure enough, it was right to decompress properly, and his own brows relaxed a lot.

"Wow, you can still laugh..."

Harley stepped on high heels and walked in with a small handbag briskly, "The stock market has fallen like this!"

"hiss……"

She hit her butt on her thigh without seeing the outside world,

Song Ya took a breath and moved to the side, pressed the remote control to turn off the TV, and asked quietly: "What? It's done?"

"Well, it's all thrown away!"

Song Ya recognized the situation after the three major bad news came out on the weekend. Halle didn't have the problem of selling certain stocks, so she decisively asked her to go back to Los Angeles to find her stockbroker, and in time to sell the stocks she recommended at the beginning on Monday morning. All stocks are cleared.

Halle is running fast. In that combination, YAHOO is cut in half compared to the highest peak. 3. Nortel fell even harder. Others Cisco and AOL fell in varying degrees. It was broken, but at least forty to fifty million fell into the bag safely.

It's almost catching up with the money I gave my ex-wife when I divorced.

"Oh! What a pity, did I say it? You won't listen to me..."

In addition, seeing that the stocks continued to plummet on Monday, although Halle still complained, her mood improved a lot.

"Don't mention it again!"

I'm not afraid of the sky, I'm afraid of talking about stocks with her, my head hurts... hey! I really have nothing to say to women, I have exhausted my benevolence and righteousness, Song Ya thought to herself, "Oh, by the way, you are not allowed to mention the matter of me asking you to sell stocks with anyone in the future, do you hear me clearly?" He warned Harley again very seriously .

"clear!"

As an old stockholder, Harley also knew the seriousness, so she kept her mouth shut, "Then... when do you think it's better to come back and buy the bottom?"

"Shut up! Shut up!" Song Ya was furious.

"Okay, okay... Really... I'm going to take a shower!" Harry muttered and got up, "Flying around is exhausting..." He walked into the depths of the villa familiarly.

Three billion... no, more than three billion...

After being tormented by her like this, Song Ya had to think of stocks again in her mind. Of course it hurts to lose so much money. It seems that one decompression is not enough.

Today is different from the past. No matter how big the game is now, such as the night of the Oscars... there are very few apocalypse, and without the apocalypse, in the future... I don't know when I can earn back the three billion.

More than three billion!

"boss."

At this time, Dr. Chen came to the door with several familiar faces.

"Ha! Welcome, Dr. Mei, Yan Hong, Tang Yi... Long time no see."

Song Ya got up to welcome her. Her former subordinates, Dr. Mei and Yan Hong, returned to China to start a business when they were shot unconscious. Tang Yi also returned to China to join the hot Internet industry after working as an assistant to the president of A+ Clothing for a period of time. Received A+ venture capital support from myself and Dr. Chen.

Their companies are all preparing to go public in the United States. Unfortunately, they moved too slowly, but fortunately they did not hit the slump of China Internet stocks in this wave of stock market crashes.

"Show me your website."

After investing the money, Song Ya always wanted to check where the money was spent and whether it was worth it or not. Unfortunately, the timing was not very good. After the pleasantries, he and his group started working.

What Tang Yi is doing is the Huaguo version of YAHOO, a portal website. The market prospect of this market is very clear. After all, YAHOO is worth 60 billion. According to Tianqi's analysis, Song Ya not only has confidence in the future of Huaguo, but is also willing to support the development of the Internet industry there, even if she loses some money.

Tang Yi is a prodigy. He has a background in Harvard Business School and McKinsey. He also worked as a senior executive of a fast-moving consumer goods company for a while. He is proficient in marketing techniques and is very good at business. Yan Hong and his wife, in just one year, have almost become one of the leading figures in the industry there.

"Not bad, very good." The prospect of the portal website still exists, Song Ya praised after browsing the website founded by Tang Yi.

"The key is the next round of financing..." Tang Yi said with a bitter face.

"There may not be a good solution for the time being." Song Ya did not deny the current difficult situation. "Right now, rice stock investors have suffered heavy losses. It is estimated that everyone will have to hold tight to their wallets in a short time, including me. The money from the previous two rounds of financing has been repaid Is it hot enough?" he asked.

"Probably enough to burn until the beginning of next year..." Tang Yi replied.

"Oh?" So fast? Song Ya was a little surprised, "Well, just stick to it first."

"Save a little money." Dr. Chen, president of A+ Venture Capital, reminded.

"I will." Tang Yi nodded.

Then there is the website of Dr. Mei and Yan Hong. Yan Hong is a big name in search engines, so they naturally specialize in this area.

"Um?"

Song Ya clicked on the website founded by the two of them, and seeing the search box in the center of the refreshing homepage, Tianqi's sense of familiarity came to her heart again.

But this time, instead of ecstasy, he felt a little...bitter, "Isn't it different from Yahoo's search mode?"

"Yes, the basic user interface in this space is pretty much the same right now."

The beauty Yan Hong stretched out her hand and tapped the keyboard to explain, "Look, the layouts of similar websites in Guaigou, Damao, Silla, and Spain are similar."

One search website page after another jumped out under Yanhong's demonstration, with different shapes but indeed a bit of the same taste.

It will also bring a sense of familiarity to the apocalypse more or less...

Damn it! Song Ya suddenly realized something, and his face turned ashen instantly.

"Boss, what's wrong with you!?"

Dr. Chen noticed that he was leaning back on the chair slumped while pressing his chest, staring straight at the computer screen, without saying a word, "Boss?"

If the homepage of YAHOO once brought me a sense of familiarity with Tianqi, what about the website of Yanhong and his wife? What about the familiarity of these websites such as Zougou and so on?

Could it be that the winner in the end...isn't necessarily YAHOO?

By the way, there are also the previous s, etc...

YAHOO has won at this stage, but what about the future?

It's over! I didn't notice Tianqi's weakness! It is just a radar that shuttles between the memory of the present and the future. The light spots displayed on the radar may be enemy aircraft and warships, but they may also be worthless birds!

He can go wrong! Will cheat me!

As Sloan said, all countries in the world are catching up with the first-mover advantage of the United States, and new competitors continue to emerge in the United States! Can YAHOO guarantee to win in the future?

After all, they all brought a sense of apocalypse to themselves!

This damn familiarity!

Song Ya's thoughts turned, her breathing became more and more difficult, and she still held so many YAHOO stocks on hand!

I had strengthened my belief because of Tianqi before, but now that I think about it, the real risk is much greater than I thought before!

"You go back first...Mike! Mike!"

Dr. Chen hastily sent Tang Yisan and the others out, and loudly called the old man, the boss's most trusted personal bodyguard.

"Do you need to call a doctor?" He asked: "The boss ordered before, don't call an ambulance rashly if you have fainted again..."

"No, I'm fine."

Song Ya came back to her senses and saw the old Mike staring at her face and studying, "It's okay, Mike, you all go out. Let me be quiet..."

"Are you all right?" Old Mike confirmed.

"It's okay." Song Ya adjusted her breathing and smiled at the old man.

"La la la..." Harley, who was well-washed, was looking around for someone, when she heard Dr. Chen and others chatting and going out.

"Mr. APLUS's body...is it still the same as before?" Dr. Mei, who had worked as an assistant before and knew a lot of secrets, asked.

It's a pity that Harley couldn't understand a word of Chinese that the whole group used.

"His strong body... the fainting problem has not recurred in the past two or three years. Don't worry too much. After all, after losing so much money in a short period of time, it is normal to have mood swings. Everyone is in a bad mood. This is not us. What you need to know, I will take you on a two-day tour in Chicago? It’s a rare trip..."

Dr. Chen and others chatted and left.

"What’s wrong with you?"

When Harry entered the door, what he saw was a man in a daze in the study alone, his eyes were a little scary, because old Mike wanted him to breathe more fresh air, so he opened the window to ventilate, and the stack of documents on the desk kept turning up. The paper was blown to the ground by the wind.

Harry leaned over to pick it up and asked with concern.

Song Ya didn't want to speak for the time being, but shook her head silently.

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