Chapter 1381 He Destroys Him and Compromises

The donkey party has a deeper control over the media industry. As soon as Al Gore's new campaign came out, everyone from big news stations to local channels, from newspapers and magazines to professional financial professionals all tacitly preached the saying that "he can create and he can save" surgery.

This is a crisis of public relations for the stock market crash, and it also represents a major political shift. It shows that Gore and the donkey party are determined to win over the technology and Internet tycoons who are transforming from technology heroes to Wall Street upstarts, and are beginning to become two-headed. With massive capital in hand, the power of new media is also gradually emerging.

This year, about 40% of the campaign funds of the Elephant Party came from the financial industry on Wall Street, while that of the Donkey Party was less than 20%. After the tycoons sit on Wall Street, they will no longer like the financial regulatory policies advocated by Gore, and they will no longer appreciate the old relationship of sincere cooperation in the past.

So the implicit meaning of Gore's move is that he promises to rescue the market after he is elected, and to beat some people who understand.

"That's good, everyone doesn't have to be suspicious, just continue to support the deputy leader."

Inside the huge Boeing 757-200, Jim Clark, who came to visit, smiled and pointed to Gore who was giving a speech on the TV: "Now we will see how he will express his position on the Microsoft monopoly case."

The former owner, Paul Allen, the second largest individual shareholder of Microsoft, imitated the interior decoration style of this 757 Air Force One, with large leather seats, combined sofas, small meeting rooms, hidden telescopic bar... The narrow-body airliner is divided into One entry and one entry space are mainly to meet the needs of official travel.

Of course, a compact air bedroom with a large bed, shower and toilet facilities, and all internal organs is essential, and the number of passengers is only a quarter of that of a commercial flight of the same type.

In front of the small conference room with a specially-made slender conference table is an old-fashioned big butt picture tube TV, which is well wrapped by a wooden combination cabinet. Song Ya accompanied Jim Clark and friends from both parties to sit or stand in the conference room, and the front and rear cabins were crowded with senior executives of the company responsible for internal modification, as well as senior executives of the company responsible for aircraft management and operations.

Gore is not without other troubles. The Microsoft monopoly case is being fought in the Federal Court of Appeals. Against the background of the stock market crash, the Internet industry has been divided into two factions as to whether they would like to see Microsoft being split. The big bears once again caused the New York stock market to plummet, and one group consisted of Jim Clark's Netscape-AOL Time Warner and Sun and other companies that strongly hoped that Microsoft would lose the lawsuit.

"I don't think Mr. Vice President should say much about this matter."

Sloan speaks his verdict. Microsoft's monopolistic behavior has made countless enemies over the years. In addition to the federal court, more than a dozen or twenty states across the country are also launching related lawsuits at the same time. Apart from the United States, many countries around the world are also carrying out similar lawsuits. There are countless gates,

Since Gore has vowed to rescue the stock market crash, it is really not good to express his position.

"Don't look at what he said, look at what he did," Jim Clark said.

"Don't talk about this, Jim." The "outsiders" not far from Song Yachao tilted their heads, indicating that Jim Clark is not a place to talk.

"Cheer up and APLUS!"

Jim Clark patted him on the shoulder to encourage, "How are you going to modify this place?" Then he changed the subject.

Song Ya is indeed not in high spirits and has a lot of worries, because today is April 30, 2000, the last day before the deadline for the ultimatum that the Silicon Valley tycoons asked themselves to convey to Peter.

Peter ignored the deadline he had given before. This time, he didn’t know if he would continue to be tough. He was waiting, and he also knew why Jim Clark, who was visiting with great interest, came. I wouldn't necessarily be so friendly.

"Uh...the TV is replaced with a plasma one, and the screen is bigger."

He didn't plan to spend a lot of money on refitting. This wasn't about renovating a house. He had to take into account various aspects such as navigation safety. He would spend tens of millions at will. He randomly picked a few places to give suggestions to the people in the refitting company. "Is there Paul Allen's initials emblem on the back of these sofas? Change it too... Change it with the painting, and the full-machine stereo. I'm not satisfied either."

"Okay, okay..." The other party carefully wrote down one by one.

"I'm sorry, I have to answer the phone." Song Ya saw clearly the number on the phone handed over by the manager Hayden, walked through the narrow cabin passage, walked into the bedroom, and closed the door, "Jenny? What's the matter?"

"So the one you bought...was that one?"

Jennifer Connelly, who is in Los Angeles, just saw the news about Song Ya receiving the plane. She instantly recalled the experience of returning from Venice with Harley on this huge, slender, and beautiful plane, and immediately made up the picture in her brain The tall man who is standing in front of the RR engine of the plane and smiling brightly at the camera spends billions of dollars just to keep the witness of his first beautiful experience with him...

This extremely romantic move hit her girl's heart accurately. While playing with the necklace around her neck, twisting her legs, she asked sweetly while pinching her throat.

"Uh... no, another one of the same style, I don't want that Paul Allen used to transport horses." The man's voice came from the receiver.

"oh."

It's the same plane, the previous owner, exterior painting, production year and batch seem to be the same, she comforted herself.

"What have you been up to lately?" the man asked.

"Auditions, calls, commercials...that's all," she replied.

"Let me know if you need to use this plane for travel in the future, or Hayden will do too."

The man didn't tease with the usual obsession, and he didn't even mention the journey back to Milan from Venice, "But it will take a while, and it needs to be sent to be refitted first."

"OK, I will."

She began to imagine the man's mood of venting shopping after losing a lot of money. She empathized with the other party's cold attitude and said, "Then let's not bother you?"

"Okay, I'm sorry Jenny, I'm too busy these days, can we meet when I'm free?"

"Well, don't tire yourself too much..." She said goodbye softly.

"goodbye."

Just as Song Ya hung up the phone, the ring rang again. It was from his ex-wife, "Mimi?"

"Lend me! Lend me!" Mariah Carey yelled on the phone, "I just happen to be flying to Tokyo in a few days!"

"What are you borrowing?! The modification hasn't started yet!" Song Ya retorted, and at the same time pulled the phone away from her ear.

"Hasn't the remodeling started yet? You think I don't understand private jets!?"

"Don't make trouble for no reason!"

"Who made trouble unreasonably, you have lost so much money, are you still reasonable?"

"I lost my own money..."

"snort!"

Noisy brain hurts...

Then there was Mira, "Ahh! You are so sweet, dear!!" She screamed excitedly on the other end of the phone, and she should have seen the news just now.

"..."

I miss my Beverly Hills mansion and miss 757? It's really Maomei, Song Ya cleverly fooled it, left the caressing sheet, sat up and went back to the conference room.

"Look at this APLUS." Jim Clark was reading the latest issue of The magazine.

'New York State Attorney General Elliott Spitzer expected to be Al Gore's pick as running mate...'

Song Ya frowned greatly when she saw it. Spitzer, who has the nickname of "Wall Street Sheriff", is not liked by the financial industry. He is a disaster star that everyone in the corporate and securities circles avoids. "It's God's blessing to get out of Spitzer's office." The Elephant Party called it "the tentacles of the Donkey Party extending to Wall Street" and "the most dangerous weapon in the donkey Party's arsenal."

Spitzer is still one of the few politicians who does not need to rely on financial backers. His father is a New York Jewish real estate and financier, and a minority shareholder of Morgan Bank. His father helped him with at least five million dollars in the last election. He can no longer be a politician. The big deal is to go back and inherit the family business, so he can be so unselfish, honest and self-disciplined towards Wall Street, and is known as 'Mr. Clean'.

If Gore chooses this kind of person as his running mate, then the bailout guarantee he issued before is completely farting and fooling people.

"The Xiang party wants to stir up trouble?" Song Ya threw the magazine on the conference table.

"The is the oldest serially published weekly magazine in the United States. Anyway, it will cause a lot of negative impact if it says this."

Jim Clark doesn't think it's going to happen either, "but... we have to address that issue before we switch to the running mates of the two party candidates, APLUS, will there be a result today? They both happen to be in Washington."

"I know, go back and talk, we have a welcome dinner for you Jim."

Song Ya knew that Peter had asked to meet Gore alone. Today Gore and Peter are both in Washington. It is the last day of the deadline and the best time to compromise, so Jim Clark said that.

Of course Jim Clark should not know about Peter's request to meet.

Daly Jr.’s camp doesn’t know either, but Daly Jr., the campaign manager of Al Gore, can sense it after a long and close observation. “Mr. Vice President, are there any plans for tonight?”

"Yes, with the children."

Gore knew that Daly Jr.'s camp was very upset that he intended to compromise, so he left the White House with a casual sentence, and successfully dumped the other party.

He did go back to be with his wife and children, but at the last moment, he was still hesitating.

"The Elephant Party accuses you of choosing Spitzer as your running mate for the complete destruction of Wall Street."

The wife had just finished watching FOX News and asked worriedly, "Will it cause trouble for the campaign?"

"No, I will clarify with Spitzer at the same time tomorrow...How could a New York State Attorney General be selected as the future deputy commander? This kind of rumor will not survive for long." Gore replied.

"The partner candidate, will it be Peter?" His wife knew that he had an appointment with Peter tonight, and she was helping to cover it up.

"Stop kidding, it's totally impossible."

Choose a governor who is 1.9 meters tall, has an old-school movie star face, a strong personality, and is riddled with scandals? Gore shook his head, but he was also worried that Peter would offer such a price that he couldn't agree to tonight, and there would be no turning back at that time.

Anyway, let's meet each other first! It was very late in the mansion before he made up his mind to go out again.

"APLUS has been calling, that kid is really impatient."

At the same time, Peter's chief of staff and campaign manager is also reporting: "In the 757 news he received from Paul Allen today, I recognized Jim Clark and some other high-level Silicon Valley. If it can't be negotiated tonight... just later delivered their ultimatum."

"If you don't answer, even if the conversation falls apart, APLUS won't have the guts to do anything."

Peter showed strong confidence in front of Eli. He knew that APLUS was under tremendous pressure from Silicon Valley, and he himself was also under pressure. He looked at his watch, and he and Eli arrived at the agreed place early to wait, but Gore hadn't appeared yet, and it was over. The time agreed upon by both parties...

He took a deep breath, clenched his fists in his trouser pockets, and his knuckles turned white.

"It's eleven o'clock, APLUS." Jim Clark was also looking at the time. The reception dinner held by A+ Records headquarters for him was bustling outside, but the atmosphere in APLUS's office was completely opposite. It seemed that the air was frozen, Jim Clark Putting aside the fresh Oscar statuette for best original soundtrack, he pretended to be relaxed and reminded.

"Don't urge Jim, it's useless if you urge me." Song Ya looked at Ms. Sloan, and Ms. Sloan shook her head slightly, which was a signal that Peter Fang still didn't answer the phone.

"The stock price of your website has fallen below 1 knife, right? You will be warned by the Nasdaq Exchange in a month and will enter the observation process. If you fail, you will be in danger of being forced to delist."

Jim Clark walked to the window again and looked at the brightly lit Litman Media headquarters building opposite, "Don't think I'm alarmist, maybe soon, you will find that all your listed companies have been abandoned by the capital market, one by one until destroy."

"If you are threatening, then I will not accept it. If you plan to take all your anger on me, at worst I will sell all the YAHOO and other stocks in the open market, and go back and continue to be my star." Song Ya replied indifferently. .

"Hehe, I just feel a little pity for you..." Jim Clark closed his mouth.

Song Ya and Sloan looked at each other, and both looked at the wall clock on the wall. It was a quarter past eleven, half past eleven, and the minute hand was steadily sliding towards twelve.

At twelve o'clock, the wall clock rang on time, but the phone on the table was still silent.

Jim Clark suddenly became very irritable. He strode to the boss's desk, picked up a Cuban cigar and put it in his mouth, "APLUS, you... don't blame us... from now on..." he nodded and said for a long time. hit the fire.

Song Ya ignored him, rested his temples in his hands, and rested his elbows on the table in a daze.

Sloane took out his cell phone and continued to dial Eli's number without stopping.

"It's a Secret Service car!"

Washington, Eli hangs up the phone, he sees Gore's deputy commander's convoy approaching...

Peter turned sharply.

"Mr. Vice President."

The two former allies faced each other alone for the first time after the current election opponents broke up. Although Gore was deliberately late for a long time, Peter did not express any dissatisfaction. The two greeted their respective subordinates and walked to the distance.

"Peter..." Gore looked straight into the distance.

"Have you read my speech?" Peter asked with a smile.

"I've seen it, it's wonderful."

"I still have some things I want to say that I haven't written down, because it's inconvenient for APLUS, who is sending the message, to see it." Peter said.

"oh?"

"I won't talk about this anymore. Anyway, I'm sorry. I said a lot of bad things about you during this time." Peter apologized.

"Election, I understand."

"I am willing to withdraw, but there are certain conditions."

"Please say……"

At two o'clock in the morning, Jim Clark, the Silicon Valley tycoon, was lying on the sofa in the office to take a nap. Song Ya was still sitting on the chair and barely moved. Sloan still called Eli regularly.

'Ring ring ring...'

Suddenly the office landline rang, Jim Clark sat up straight for a second, Sloan put down the phone and picked up the receiver, "Eli?"

"It's Amy..."

It's Amy Adams, "Is he still fooling around at the dinner party? Not coming back tonight?"

"We're still working..." Sloan handed the microphone to Song Ya.

"Hehe, it seems that you two often work together so late..." Amy suddenly became jealous.

"Don't make trouble, I'm busy with business, and Mr. Clark is here." Song Ya stretched out the microphone to Jim Clark.

"FXXK! I don't want to wait any longer, so this is APLUS! It's still the same sentence, you choose yourself!"

Jim Clark was too lazy to testify to the woman for him. He swears impatiently, got up and strode towards the door.

"Wait, Mr. Clark!" Sloan stopped him in a shrill voice, "Look!"

She picked up her phone, and there was a text message from Eli on the screen...

'Get it done! '

"FXXK!" Jim Clark cursed again after seeing it clearly, and went back to the sofa to sit down.

"Have some champagne?" Song Ya was actually not that scared, but at least she was able to let go of her hanging heart. She walked to the wine cabinet with a sigh of relief, picked a good bottle of champagne, and opened it slowly.

"Is there something wrong? It's so late."

On the other side, the mayor of Chicago, Daly Jr., was awakened by the ringing of the phone in his sleep, and the voice of his own brother came from there, "Gore compromised with Peter again!"

"What!? What conditions!?" Little Daly sobered up instantly and asked angrily.

"Peter withdrew from the election and resigned as Governor. Gore promised to let go of the past and supported his wife to run for Cook County State Attorney next year, taking over Peter's political legacy!"

"FXXK! FXXK! FXXK!"

Little Daly was so angry that he dropped the landline and cursed endlessly.