Chapter 496 Playing Stupid Doesn't Work

Dow ranked 20th among the top 500 American industries in 1993, with a total market value of more than 25 billion dollars. Benefiting from the recent bull market and the boom in auto consumption after the oil crisis, auto companies and petrochemical companies are very Popular, even though profits have been falling year after year, the stock price is still rising.

Song Ya wandered around in Silicon Valley for a few days with her various investments, and ran back to Chicago under the urging of the dance out of my life crew.

As Sun Yansheng said, Dow did not wait for the financial report at all. It disclosed a short sentence in the company's routine briefing. Intent to acquire has been issued.

The stock price rose by 1.09% on the first trading day after the announcement, indicating that the market is cautiously optimistic about their move.

"With a market value of 25 billion, an increase of 1.09% is more than 200 million. They made money before the business was done."

Song Ya sat in the conference room of Bahn Company and complained, "But I like the term technology leadership."

"Haha, that's not how it works."

Everyone present laughed, and soon, a large group of Dow negotiators in suits and leather shoes filed in. They were all white, and the leader was a vice president of the company. He looked a bit like Samuel and had silver hair, but Much older.

"AP?" He shook hands with Song Ya who got up to greet him, "Is it cold?"

"Huh?" Song Ya couldn't prevent him from asking this inexplicably in the first sentence, "What do you mean? No."

"Oh, I see it like this..." He pointed to Song Ya's clothes.

Looking down at the two-piece short-sleeved T-shirt over the long sleeves, Song Ya realized, "Don't you think this is cool?"

"I remember hippies used to wear it like this..." Another younger member of their entourage laughed.

"Yeah?"

Song Ya's face darkened, and Linda even complimented herself that this original way of dressing will lead the trend...

"Don't pay attention to these."

The vice president waved his hand, seeing that everyone else had already taken their seats, "The initial contact between us went well, but Bain Company is, yes, young people."

"130 million, my factory only needs seven years to earn all of this money back." Song Ya said.

After a few days of negotiations, the other party raised the purchase price from 103 million to 130 million, but the implementation details were not counted as a price increase at all, and even slightly lowered.

"It can't be calculated like this, the factory..." He also noticed the chimney outside, "It can't run smoothly for seven years, no, maybe three years is enough, and the fluorescent party may go out of fashion at any time."

"I'm all seen, right? I don't have any secrets anymore." Song Ya sneered, "But don't forget, I brought the fire to the fluorescent party, and what I ate was pop food."

The other party smiled, "We will achieve a win-win situation, trust me."

The two parties had no intention of further verbal disputes, and then began discussions on the terms of the contract.

"I can't accept a partial share swap. Our company's profits are declining, but the stock has been rising during the negotiation. When I get the stock, the profit will be exhausted. What should I do if the stock is in my hand?"

The other party's suggestion was to convert about half of the cash into Dow stocks for payment, but they could not immediately enter the circulation market, so of course Song Ya would not do it.

"We can set an acceptable price, and the discounted price we get will be slightly lower than the current stock price..."

"I want money, real money."

"No one will use cash for a business worth hundreds of millions..."

"We are such a big company."

"The money in big companies doesn't just come by the wind."

"I'm a hip-hop singer. I like cash. I don't want stocks. I spent tens of millions on Apple stocks at 1.83 cents, and now they're all in my hands." Song Ya boasted half-truthfully.

"Our stocks are much more valuable than those junk electronic stocks. Everything in the chemical industry is closely related to people's daily necessities."

"Don't bluff me, there is no war in the United States now, and it's over."

The other party was speechless, "Okay,

Let's put this one on hold..."

Talking until noon, Song Ya became a little impatient with the disguise of a young hip-hop singer, "AP, stop pretending to be yourself, we have done a very detailed understanding of the young people who behave like they are now. We don't want to Too much time wasted on this case, better handled professionally," the VP warned.

"Sorry, I'm acting as a role for an upcoming movie." Song Ya shrugged, "But I clearly expressed my own attitude on every condition, didn't I?"

"Take a break." The person next to him said.

"Okay." The vice president looked unfriendly, "We'll come back in the afternoon."

At noon, Song Ya received a call from John Liu.

"AP, talking big business with Dow?" he asked.

"Yes, noticed their briefing?" Song Ya couldn't deny it.

"I don't care much about the news in that area. Cheney called me just now. He seems to have been entrusted. It's our turn to repay him." John Liu said.

"I thought the things we stuffed in at that time were the rewards." Song Ya's heart tightened, and the eyes of the vice president of Dow appeared in his mind before he left. He tried to be stupid first. The country fiddled with things, and Xiangdang did take the opportunity to stuff a lot of products from its related companies.

"Do you want me to reply him like this?" John Liu asked.

"Uh, don't, I know what to do, don't worry." It's getting harder and harder to be stupid now, and the unemployed elephant party boss can't afford to blame. American politics is a revolving door. Who knows when he will start from oil. The company went back to the center of power, and Song Ya had no choice but to agree.

"Yes, that's it, come and go, let's take care of this friendship together." Liu Yuehan smiled with satisfaction.

"Okay, keep in touch."

Song Ya hung up the phone and told Linda, "Turn up the air conditioner in the meeting room in the afternoon."

In the afternoon, the negotiation continued, and it didn't take long for the other party to be overwhelmed by the heat. They took off their suits and put them on the backs of their chairs.

"A child's trick." The vice president didn't care too much, although his armpits were soaked, "Okay, AP, after a whole noon of thinking, has your attitude changed?"

"Yes, my friend advised me a few words." Song Ya smiled.

"That's good. At this time, you should listen to your friends' opinions more." The vice president said.

"Then go on."

"Okay, let's do it again."

We chatted until the end of get off work time, and the other party left on time, but some conditions were still not negotiated.

"AP, get out of the car and turn right."

When Song Ya left at night, just out of the door of Bahn's company, she received a call from Doug, the assistant to Underwood's federal congressman's office.

"Fxxk, Doug, keep hiding in the shadows like a dog."

No way, get out of the car, find Doug who is huddled in the corner of the outer wall, and the two get together to talk in a low voice.

"Doing things without telling him?" Doug asked guilt as soon as he opened his mouth.

"No, what are you hiding?"

"If you want to sell the factory to Dow, the constituency plan here will be disrupted, and jobs may be moved out of Illinois by large companies." Doug said: "He is very angry."

"What's so angry about him?" Song Ya replied angrily, "Dao was recruited by his wife, and I'm not angry yet!"

"What?"

"His wife, Claire, she gave me the business card of Zhang Tao, and asked me to call the number above."

Doug froze for a moment, "But you should still say hello to him in advance."

"Come on, Doug, how do I know that Claire wasn't instructed by him, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't even make that call." I can only play the old trick and play dumb.

"Without this company, Russell won't be able to keep Russell after two years." Doug said.

"It's just a state congressman's seat. Even with this company, I doubt whether I can keep that alcoholic after two years." Song Ya said.

"How far have you been with Dow?" Doug asked.

"After several close talks, the negotiation is over." Song Ya lied to him.

"real?"

"real."

"Honestly AP, he just heard some complaints about setting up roadblocks for Dow," Doug said.

"Wait, wait..." Song Ya didn't understand, "Does he want this to happen or not?"

"He's going to have to quiet some people's complaints."

"So he wants this to happen, right?" Song Ya knew, and Dow must have found a way to put pressure on Underwood in the afternoon.

Doug nodded acquiescingly, "But you can't implicate the loss of job opportunities on him."

"I know what I should do, okay? Doug." Song Ya nodded, there is no need to complain in front of this person that the job opportunity was created by himself, the trouble is now his own, but after the transaction is completed, it will be all Dow, judging by the muscles they showed a little today, this is not a big deal for them, "What about that congressman? I can guarantee that he will be elected this year, but in the future..."

"He can only figure out his own way. There are still two years left, and he has plenty of time."