Chapter 1375: Two Faces

A twenty-five-year-old traveler, his net worth is steadily advancing towards tens of billions. Song Ya can accept this speed, and the expansion point should be expanded. It is not because the apocalypse is in hand, which helped him grasp the general direction of the Internet and technology industry one step earlier.

But more than three billion evaporated in a short time?

In an instant, he was far away from his goal. At this time, he looked back and thought, ten years had passed between his words,

Whether it is records, movies, or other industries such as chemical plants, it has indeed helped his wealth to achieve a leap, but it is too tiring, fighting with street gangsters, senior managers, politicians, and invisible ceilings. Any business is easier than taking the express train of the Internet tide.

This is not alone. If there is no Internet, how can those upstarts in Silicon Valley be able to make a fortune quickly in the very mature, stable and even solidified capital society in the United States? Promoted to an entire upstart class?

After being hit by this, Song Ya also suddenly realized the elusiveness of Tianqi. He felt that the future had become a little uncertain again, not to say that he was not sure whether he would go bankrupt or not. To what height.

He can't grasp the direction of the future or the stock market crash has dealt a severe blow to his confidence, so he is a little confused and frustrated now.

"If it weren't for this Internet wave, then I wouldn't have so many ideas. I might still be working hard on the record and movie business!? After all, Apocalypse is all about songs and movies, isn't it?"

"What about in the future? What should we do in the future? Since YAHOO is not necessarily the ultimate winner, then change the strategy to cast a wide net and continue to gamble on the Internet? Then when will you buy the bottom? Or simply take the opportunity to withdraw and switch to the analysis from the apocalypse. , a more secure deal?"

"But other businesses will also encounter the problem of inaccurate apocalypse radar ... and the speed of apocalypse has become slower and slower."

"Without the help of Apocalypse, relying solely on my mediocre appearance... No! What achievements can I achieve?"

"Apocalypse is already very powerful, isn't it enough to provide a high starting point that other people can't envy?"

With those thoughts flashing through his mind, he walked down the airstairs and strode toward his convoy.

His face is expressionless, he doesn't pay attention to the people and things around him, and he is obviously thinking about other things in his mind. His image is obviously very melancholy in the eyes of others.

But everyone also understands that they just lost so much money.

Today he visited Silicon Valley to hold a conference for Internet investors,

The meeting planners lined up at the airport saw that the young superstar and rich man didn't notice him at all, so they retracted their outstretched hands in understanding, and then silently surrounded him with consideration To the convoy.

"look!"

Until the car hits an urban road, the driving muffler excitedly points to the side of the road.

Song Ya Xunsheng looked out of the car window. The workers were replacing the advertising posters on the side of the road. Wearing a red T-shirt, holding the endorsed Coca-Cola can, he was showing his white teeth and smiling brightly.

The vast number of posters of the same style extend to the end of the road, seemingly endless, like red piano keys, or falling stocks on the computer screen, constantly flashing in front of the car window.

"Hehe, Coca-Cola really knows how to gossip..."

Song Ya's overall mood was not as bad as others had guessed. He laughed and complained, "By the way, the muffler, I still remember that I just wore it... No, we used to have you, me, and Tony in the car, and saw The one with MJ's Pepsi ad on the side of the road?"

"Um!"

The muffler nodded heavily, and then turned on the car radio. His habit has not changed, and he frequently changes channels to find songs. Britney's...don't listen, Backstreet Boys...don't listen, and finally chose Eminem's A rap.

While listening, he twisted happily in the driver's seat following the rhythm.

"vomit……"

Coca-Cola spent a lot of money this time, and Song Ya’s large advertising posters were also being replaced on the roadside in the center of New York. Amy Adams was also looking at the scenery outside the car window. Her face was shining brightly, and she was smiling very sunny looking at the posters. The man could not help showing a smile at the corner of his mouth, occasionally retching lightly.

"Is it morning sickness?" Shakira asked, who was watching coldly.

"Yeah." Amy nodded happily, "If it's a boy, I plan to call him Vilas, and a girl... I'll call him Margaery. How about it?"

"Wow...a beautiful name." Shakira was in a complicated mood. Although everything had passed, she was still very sad and lonely when she heard the news. Don't forget about the scumbag.

The current relationship between myself and Amy is also very complicated. In the past, the two of them used to accompany each other... barely friends? But as the official girlfriend of APLUS, the current friendship is also very complicated.

"Amy, I read the news that Mr. APLUS has gone to Silicon Valley?" Estefan, Shakira's agent in the passenger seat, took the opportunity to ask.

"Yes, he went to a meeting." Amy nodded.

"Is it important?" Estefan asked again.

"Supposedly? I never asked about his work." Amy replied.

"Oh! I heard that he lost a lot of money recently..."

"Yes."

"Do you know how much you lost?"

"I don't know..." Amy was innocent and innocent on the surface, but she was not so easy to be stereotyped, and she really didn't know.

"He must be in a low mood recently, right?"

"It's okay, look at him smiling like that...hehe." Amy pointed to the poster on the side of the road.

Estefan repeatedly insinuated to no avail, so she had to keep her mouth shut before the car reached its destination.

"Hey, where did I put it? It's really annoying, my memory seems to be really bad after being pregnant with a baby..."

Arriving at the door of the familiar Tribeca penthouse, Amy mumbled to herself looking for the keys in her bag, "Did you forget it? Do you have Shakira?"

"No." In fact, there was a bunch of keys in Shakira's bag. She stared at the keyhole for a while, and felt that the lock was still the same as before, and her ex-boyfriend hadn't changed it.

"Found it, ha!"

The new hostess Amy opened the door, "Please come in."

Entering the once very familiar house, many of the furnishings were arranged by myself, and some of Amy's personal belongings were placed in the living room, as if to declare to myself that the house had 'changed hands'.

Shakira suppressed the surging thoughts, "OK, what Amy are you looking for? Mr. Estefan booked a recording studio for me, and the time is coming soon."

"He said he forgot where he put the few oil paintings he replaced. Really, he has a bad memory just like me... Hehe."

Amy smiled and said, "He said you collected it for me, so I'll ask you."

Also a bitch, "Is it expensive?"

"Maybe……"

"Come with me." Shakira led the way, rolled her eyes when her back was turned to the other party, walked to the door of the master bedroom with ease, stood still with her chest crossed, and continued to wait for Amy to open the door.

The bedroom was clean and spotless. Shakira took a few steps to the big bed and knelt down, then reached out and pulled out a big cookie box from under the bed. The ex-boyfriend used to hide some cash in it, a few AJ shoe boxes, put For sundries, a large suitcase that I carefully packed.

"It should be inside." She dragged the suitcase out, and the code of the combination lock should not have been changed, and she quickly dialed it in place.

"Let me take a look... yes, these oil paintings. Wow!" Amy opened the box, and some exquisite classical style figure paintings drawn by Chinese painters were revealed inside, "I have seen them before, I like them very much, and I am going to take them back to Chicago Put it at home...hehe"

Bitchi! "What else are you looking for?" Shakira asked impatiently.

"It should be...not anymore." Amy's innocent big eyes flickered as she recalled.

"Then I'm going to record, goodbye." Shakira left immediately.

"Aren't you going to sit a little longer?" Amy held her throat pretendingly to stay.

"No!"

Shakira took a big stride, "Puta!" and cursed again in Spanish when she went out...

"It's not the past. Everyone used to be very idealistic. Now... engineers, including industry leaders and technology immigrants, have their own concerns and fetters. They just got a mortgage, and their children want to live a more stable life. , I am reluctant to leave my job before getting the options, and I don’t want to risk losing my job and losing my qualification to stay in rice... In short, the turnover of personnel is much lower than before, and it is not so easy for us to recruit people we like.”

Silicon Valley, the large conference room of the SUN company headquarters, the meeting has not yet started, Song Ya is still acting like a stranger, sitting alone listening to other industry executives chatting and complaining.

"The last time my website wanted some pages to appear on the first page of YAHOO's search results, but they told me that it would take up to two months to log in and work, and I had to submit this file to submit that file... The most disgusting thing is obviously A very simple matter, I need to communicate with several of their departments, emails are sent back and forth, calls are also forwarded to an outsourced customer service with an Ah San accent, and they say that they don’t answer the questions for a long time..."

"President Al Gore has been in trouble recently. His phrase 'I led the creation of the Internet' was criticized by the Elephant Party. In the last year of King George's tenure, he took out funds and bills to support the development of the Internet, but the name was not" Information Express' spread so widely. Gore had to apologize for it, and now the Internet sector is down..."

"The Elephant Party candidate George Jr. doesn't care about us at all, but it's not necessarily a bad thing. It's good if no one cares. The Elephant Party has always favored small government, low tax rates, and loose regulation... and George Jr. just expressed his support for increasing H1 -The issuance of B visas, allowing more high-tech product exports, and extending tax exemptions for the Internet industry...these policies are very real."

He could feel that some people were watching him stealthily, and pretended not to see it.

At this time, the owner SUN chairman and CEO McNealy, AOL Time Warner CEO Steve Case, Jim Clark, and Mark Anderson walked in while chatting.

At the same time, Shakira was once again visually polluted by Song Ya's Coca-Cola advertising poster on the road, and finally arrived at the Sony Columbia Records headquarters.

"Um?"

Unfortunately, DIVA meets DIVA, and ex-girlfriend meets ex-wife. A large group of men and women followed the queen-like Mariah Carey, and met the group of people here in the corridor.

"Hmph..." Mariah Carey also saw herself, her eyeballs rolled up immediately, and she glanced at the ceiling domineeringly and passed by.

"Mimi, will APLUS go bankrupt? I know you still see him often? He likes little Rega so much." Singer and best friend Brenda followed Mariah Carey's ass and asked, "You find a chance to help me ask Ask him about his stock investments..."

"Shut up! I don't bother with that scumbag!" Mariah Carey scolded impatiently, "It would be best if he went bankrupt!"

Scumbag...

Shakira has a heart and soulmate again.

"When your English-language album is released next year, your status in the record company will definitely surpass her. She doesn't have much time to be arrogant. Fans have abandoned her, and her voice has problems."

Entering the top recording studio specially built for him by Sony Columbia Records, Estefan comforted in a low voice.

Shakira knew that although her last album was a hit in the Latin region, the response in the United States and other English-speaking countries, the world's largest record market, was very mediocre. Estefan is ambitious to create an English-language album for herself, which will be released next year. Complete the challenge and surpass the status of the first sister of Mariah Carey Company.

"Forget it, you know my character, I don't want to compete with others, just be myself." Shakira replied.

"Hey, that's what's wrong with you. You don't have a strong ambition, and it will affect your future." Estefan sighed, "Oh, by the way, find a chance to ask about APLUS's recent situation? I know you don't want to have a deal with him anymore , but... just do me a favor? You know me and our friends are playing stocks, and now..."

"Let me think about it again..." Shakira was a little annoyed, and after a few casual sentences, she walked into the recording studio, put on her headphones, and immersed herself in the world of music.

In Silicon Valley, not long after the meeting ended, most of the participants had already left.

"I thought today's topic was to jointly discuss a rescue plan."

Song Ya was a little dissatisfied and said to those who stayed behind: "I feel like my time has been wasted."

Most of the time today this meeting is talking nonsense, and occasionally talking about the election of Gore. Song Ya feels that they are more concerned about the election. It may also be because there is no good way to boost market confidence in a short time. The bullish news at the company level cannot reverse the current situation. Level of stock market crash.

"Yeah, the situation is not good."

Today's participants are mainly from Netscape-AOL, SUN Alliance and companies with peripheral systems, while YAHOO and other company executives did not participate. Sun is the host of today's meeting, and AOL Time Warner CEO Steve Case is vaguely the leader of everyone, "APLUS, there is actually a more important thing to call you here, Peter Flock."

"I'm not in the mood to care about these shit anymore. I've lost too much money."

Before figuring out how to adjust the future course, Song Ya didn't want to get involved in these things, "I don't even bother to read news about the general election."

"Don't pretend to be APLUS, this is not your style, and you are not so easy to fall into such decadent negative emotions, I know you very well." Jim Clark sat next to him, with one arm propped on the table and one arm resting on the chair On the back, half-surround yourself at close range, "You always prepare two faces, and use whichever identity is beneficial to you, but we have been friends for so many years..."

"You're annoying Jim. It's always like this. What can I do to the Governor of Illinois? I can't do anything if he refuses to withdraw from the election." Song Ya responded, "Besides, he can't win Mr. Vice President Gore, It will not affect the final result of the Donkey Party primary election at all."

"Peter's resignation is the fastest way to boost market confidence. If he resigns one day earlier, Gore will be able to unify the party group one day earlier and spend his energy on dealing with the Georgian dynasty." UN's McNealy said: "After Gore was elected We will save the market, and we will persist for more than half a year until the general election results in November."

"APLUS, don't blame us for not reminding you. Everyone's patience is running out. Peter has to quit. Every day he gets a little more, our entire industry is betting on Gore." Jim Clark said.

"You know very well how much interest is involved. That's trillions, not trillions of market value, if the current trend continues to fall." Steve Case added.

"We are afraid that Peter will talk nonsense. Your governor, Mr. Governor, has a dangerous attitude recently." McNealy warned.

The three Silicon Valley bigwigs took turns to express their opinions, and Song Ya smelled something of a grand banquet.

"Then what good do I do? My Litman listed company fell worse than all of you." Song Ya asked the price.

"Benefits? Hehe, don't forget that you are very responsible for Peter Flock. We can find out his campaign funds, especially the source of start-up funds in the Super Campaign Committee. It doesn't matter how many detours!" Steve Kay Said impatiently.

"so?"

Song Ya raised her eyelids and glanced at Steve Case, "Don't you forget how much money I just lost? Threat me at this time, and then don't blame me for doing things that no one wants to see. "

Steve Case was a little embarrassed by Song Ya's attitude. Since his personal shareholding was not high, as of today, his personal loss in this stock market crash was only a "mere" 130 million, and he should have lost about 3 billion in front of him. Song Ya is completely incomparable. Only then did he wake up, the guy in front of him was a hip-hop singer with a lot of urban legends, and the other face was very ruthless, directly involved in many murders and murders...

Steve Case moved his mouth and stopped talking.

"Peter must withdraw, by May."

SUN chairman and CEO McNeely, who had little contact with him, took over and continued to say firmly: "You can understand it as an ultimatum, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what? Hehe, I helped you to criticize Greenspan for the first time under the greatest pressure. Don't think that I didn't understand what happened to those who wanted to reform the Federal Reserve in history, but I still think of you. Let me speak."

Song Ya interrupted McNealy bluntly, "What now? After using me, I became a sinner in the industry instead?"

"Let's not say a few words."

Jim Clark knew him best, and prevented the two big bosses and the young and vigorous black pharaoh from continuing to intensify the conflict, "APLUS, of course not, you are not a sinner in the industry, and everyone likes you very much. In fact, this matter is not that complicated. We don't want to directly Dealing with Peter Flock, is it okay for you to continue to act as our middleman?"

"That's no problem." Song Ya also eased her attitude and nodded.

"OK, but you must bring our intentions to the table, and please use an ultimatum-like attitude to confess to Peter, otherwise everyone..."

Jim Clark changed his lobbying strategy, "Everyone is impatient. Let me tell you more clearly. If this continues, many small companies will be suspended due to continuous price limit, and the situation will be chaotic. According to what we have learned The news, because of the sharp drop in stock prices, internal conflicts in many Internet companies will erupt concentratedly. Once they fight among themselves, negative news such as cash violations, financial report fraud, and overvaluation of market value will all be covered up, and the entire industry will continue to be dragged down..."

"OK, OK..."

Peter... It's time to stop. It's not that Song Ya doesn't understand the seriousness of the matter. Now the entire Internet industry is like a bird of fright. Although the Silicon Valley tycoons started their businesses much more innocently than traditional industry tycoons, they have a lot of money. It is impossible to be a kind-hearted person.

So I stood up, "I will go to see Peter Flock, but no matter what the result is, I don't want to see my responsibility afterwards."

"Of course." The three bosses obediently agreed in unison, and stretched out their hands, "We will send you APLUS."