Chapter 494 Investigation Conclusion

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"Why don't you do a market survey first!" Song Ya ordered, "Call me Yeremov from Hollywood immediately."

Regardless of whether it is sold or not, or whether it is being discussed later, Song Ya knows that this matter must not be delayed. The chemical giants are not easy to mess with. It has always been like this from history. Area pollution and political manipulation.

This is especially true of the Dow company. During the First World War, almost all of their products were manufactured to meet the needs of the war. Before the 1970s, they still helped the government manage the factories that produced nuclear weapons. A leak in 1957 caused plutonium dust to directly It is discharged into the atmosphere, and pollution lawsuits are still being fought. Later, when the anti-Vietnam War in the United States was the loudest, they were the only company that disdained external criticism and still insisted on producing the notorious Agent Orange.

The extremely high investment and employment opportunities make them have great influence in the political circle, and they are cross-party.

They have an excellent relationship with the military-industrial complex, or they themselves are part of the military-industrial complex.

Therefore, they have to be careful to guard against the danger that they have already taken a fancy to this profit, and if the acquisition fails, they will forcefully produce similar products and then slowly drag themselves into a patent lawsuit.

Yeremov called some fans impromptu and opened a fan meeting.

Linda can also do this, but Song Ya's purpose is not this, but the audience survey after the fan meeting.

In the investigation room of a professional consulting company, nearly thirty fans who came voluntarily gathered in a circle and took turns answering questions from Linda and Denise, the head of the Chicago fan club.

"First question, what is the effect of this APLUS performance?" Denise asked step by step with the questionnaire designed by the consulting company in her hand.

"Hmm..." The white girl in the first row hesitated, "Do you want to tell the truth?"

"Of course, this is the purpose of our activity." Linda replied.

"It's not as good as last year's singing, and APLUS doesn't seem to be too focused. I think it's average." The girl replied, and got some people's support.

"Didn't he say it before the opening? His voice was damaged a little during the VMA performance. For the sake of the fans, he insisted on holding fan meetings to give back to you during the recovery period. What's there to be picky about?"

Another Caucasian girl immediately retorted, "My family APLUS has worked so hard and apologized in advance, what else do you want!? You are not real fans at all!"

"Please calm down, we just want to hear the truth this time, OK?" Linda quickly stopped.

"Going into battle in a hurry, I'm really not ready."

Song Ya hid outside through the one-way glass, shrugging at Yeremov beside him.

"Did you guys like the way this fan meeting was going? Those light sticks..."

The question about the fan meeting was a pretense, and then I started asking questions about the light sticks in the hands of the fans. These were distributed before the fans entered the venue, and each one was free, just like the fan meeting tickets.

Song Ya began to concentrate on listening to the fans' voices through the microphone.

"It's quite interesting." The same white girl replied, "It's just a bit tiring to hold it all the time."

"It's childish, and we're not three-year-olds." A male black fan replied.

"It's a bit boring. I came to see the APLUS performance, and I don't want to be a part of the performance itself." An older woman with an intellectual temperament said.

"Yes, it feels too collectivistic." Another middle-aged white male echoed.

"Uh...that..."

The enthusiastic fan just now said hesitantly: "I noticed that there are cameras at the performance."

"What?" Denise asked.

"It's like this, the light from the glow sticks can't make my face clear for the camera, right?" the enthusiastic fan asked.

"Probably." Linda replied.

'Woo! ’ Other fans sighed regretfully.

"so be it……"

Song Ya watched the whole scene,

With regret and a little relief, he said to Goodman, "Call O'Grady and Samuel to Highland Park."

"Samuel, welcome."

The next day, he welcomed Yongdao's Midwest managing partner into the door, "I heard you're leaving next year?"

"Yes, next year I will be promoted to Vice President of Client Services at Coopers and move to New York." Samuel replied triumphantly.

"Wow……"

This guy crawled fast, "Congratulations, I'll throw a farewell party for you?" Song Ya began to deepen his relationship.

"I can't refuse the big star's party, but I have to wait until the transfer notice is officially announced." He said cheerfully, "Your career is getting more and more successful, isn't it?"

"Success and success are defined differently," O'Grady cuts into the conversation enviously.

"So you already talked to Dow first? Without my knowledge?"

Song Ya was a little dissatisfied with him, and was deliberately ignoring him just now.

"No, Dow went directly to my boss's boss." O'Grady explained innocently, "This is not a small business APLUS."

"Okay, it's up to you."

Song Ya let him go. Recently, Apple's stock has stabilized in a range of more than one yuan, and the highest has reached one yuan and twenty-five cents, which is very close to his own cost price of one yuan and thirty-four cents.

"I'm willing to sell."

Sitting separately in the living room with Goodman and others, Song Ya got straight to the point, "This chemical plant made me a little tired. Looking back now, it distracted me a lot of energy, and I have to deal with politicians constantly."

They are all people who know the inside story, Samuel and O'Grady smiled and did not respond.

"But..." Song Ya pointed at O'Grady, "There is still room for discussion on this price, right? In this acquisition case, you Northern Trust should be on my side, and you also have 100% of Bahn & Co. Twenty shares."

"It should be a little bit, but not much."

"That's Dow," O'Grady said. "They're not throwing money at them just to have a chat with a hip-hop artist. I'm just talking about it."

"They should already have a detailed plan, and they are optimistic about the industry of non-acid fluorescent sticks."

Samuel pointed to the fluorescent sticks on the front table, which Song Ya took back from the fan meeting. The products of a book subsidiary company have been optimized for the previous mining products. They are smaller, more beautiful, and more colorful. Much, "Can I?" he asked.

"Please." Song Ya signaled.

He picked up a fluorescent stick and gently bent it under Song Ya's guidance. Soon, the fluorescent stick emitted a beautiful orange light.

"I asked someone to calculate. If according to the fashion trend in the book, there are so many concerts and music festivals in Mimi, this will be a huge new market..." Song Ya said, "And this is a one-time consumable. The purchase price of 100 million seems far from enough."

"Yeah, this little thing..." Samuel stared at the light stick in his hand, and showed Jin Shan again.

"But you're willing to sell, right?" O'Grady asked.

"Of course, but to negotiate, I don't want to wait until the light stick market is developed, and become a fool who is laughed at and let the chance of being on the world's richest list slip away." Song Ya said.

In fact, after the previous investigation conclusions, his psychological defense line has been broken. This kind of statement is for the Northern Trust behind O'Grady.

"Unfold now?" O'Grady asked.

"Expand now."

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