Chapter 695? Sudden Vomiting

On Saturday morning, the first ray of sunshine from the West Sea, accompanied by the sea breeze, blew over the waves and the beach, quietly climbed up the cliff like vines, and passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom, illuminating the sleeping couple curled up back to back like butterflies .

A black aunt came in on tiptoe, walked to the side of the bed next to the man, "Boss, boss..." gently pushed his arm that was pressed against the quilt, and whispered.

"Linda...what's the matter?"

Song Ya woke up slowly, yawned, picked up the watch on the bedside table and looked at it, "It's so early..."

"It's time to go, we have to catch an early flight to Silicon Valley..." Linda replied.

"Oh." He remembered that he had another argument with his wife before going to bed last night, and he swore in a fit of anger that he would never take a private jet in the future. It was a pleasure to say the harsh words, so now he just has to work harder...

Turning her head to look at Mariah Carey, who was soundly asleep, "Let's go out and talk, don't wake her up."

Putting on a nightgown and going out with Linda, I randomly found a guest room to take a shower and wash up, feeling much refreshed, "APLUS." When I came out, I saw Sandy Glenn whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

"You really surprised me Sandy."

The matter has come to this point, he no longer speaks unscrupulously to Mira's agent like before, which finally caused the other party to perceive the crisis and encourage Mira to break up with him, but shook hands with the other party calmly, "You came earlier , Mimi is still sleeping, just wait."

"It's okay, I'll wait outside."

After being kicked out by MJ, Sandy Glenn was very humble, "Talk?"

"Okay, but I have to catch a flight soon."

Song Ya sat down with him on the sofa in the living room, and there were countless wine glasses on the table in front of him that I didn't have time to clean up after the party last night.

In order to make up for the position or face of the gold medal agent after losing MJ, Sandy Glenn was a little hungry this time. The terms he gave to William Morris and Mariah Carey were very favorable, and he paid for Mariah Carey. The liquidated damages for William Morris and Donovan, Mariah Carey's brokerage income during the original contract period also belonged to William Morris and Donovan, plus a buyout fee for the unfinished contract, he returned Mariah Carey has a lower brokerage cut.

Sandy Glenn is still the boss of the same-sex fraternity in Hollywood, and a close friend of David Geffen. His management ability and social energy are not as good as the old brokerage firm William Morris, but his personal strength is slightly stronger than Donovan. DIVA Still smart, this is indeed a good business for her, but it is a bit difficult for herself and Donovan to accept.

I called Donovan myself last night, and the first thing he said was, ‘Don’t forget the effort we William Morris made for you against Motura. '

I had to patiently explain and appease.

"Sorry, APLUS, I know you're not very happy about this."

Sandy Glenn is a genius, of course he can guess the reaction of himself and Donovan, "Please understand that everyone is looking down on me after being abandoned by MJ, I must have another top star as soon as possible .”

"I understand that business is business."

Song Ya chatted with him one after another.

Sandy Glenn was clearly plotting against himself when he said, "You have some hard problem, if William Morris..."

"What we can't do, you can't do Sandy."

At this time, Hayden came in. He was not the little manager he used to be, and he was not very polite to Sandy Glenn.

Sandy Glenn smiled and did not choose to confront directly.

"Hayden, it's just in time, let's go now..."

Song Ya greeted Sandy Glenn, and then led his men to the garage, "I may be in a bit of trouble and I need to ask Harvey Weinstein, can you handle it?"

"I heard from Donovan that Harvey would never use his influence lightly for a media like the New York Times..." Hayden complained.

"Don't keep saying that you can't do this and that, you see, Mimi has already changed you, even though she meant to punish me."

Song Ya was silent,

"You don't have to find Harvey. You William Morris must stop the New York Times from publishing a special report on the Chicago case. This is very important and has no price to talk about."

"Okay, we'll do both."

Hayden had no choice but to agree, "Have that old woman will definitely take the opportunity to get involved with your man APLUS. Before Charis didn't get the role you arranged, she was using the old routine of showing power to Hollywood girls. If he proposes to let What are you going to do if Charis goes with him? Promise?"

"Fxxk! Hayden! Charis is not one of mine..."

Song Ya looked back at the villa with a guilty conscience, "I'm not the kind of scum who achieves his goal by selling women, you cooperate with Yeremov to protect Charis, and I didn't fully fulfill the return I promised her. I don't want to be the one who pushed her into the fire again."

"For women, Harvey's reputation is not bad..."

After Hayden finished speaking, he saw Song Ya's eyes widen, "Okay, I didn't say anything, but let me remind you, it's very troublesome for Harvey to find out that you have asked him, that guy can squeeze A person who makes use of every penny of value.”

"So if you William Morris can get things done yourself, I'm not in so much trouble."

Before walking into the boarding gate, Song Ya warned Hayden: "It's time for Mimi to wake you up. How much have you earned from me over the years? Huh? Don't be old. Once I ask you to do something, it will be difficult." That is also difficult, do you want me to solve the trouble through Sandy Glenn and David Geffen?"

"Oh! I understand, so that's it, wait for the good news, APLUS." Hayden waved off.

A group of people came to the headquarters of the American music website in Sunnyvale, met with Delay, Alicia, Jimmy, Dr. May and others, had an impromptu meeting, and then set off for DTS. The headquarters moved here, not so long ago.

"It's like hitting APLUS in the head."

The founder Terry Beard, who greeted him at the entrance of the building, was pale, and he vented his resentment on IBM, "That Big Blue has corrupt bureaucrats to an unbelievable degree, and they are using their influence indiscriminately. "

"Let's go in and talk."

Smith from Goldman Sachs and Catherine representing Spielberg were both there, "You advised Mr. Beard to speed up the listing of APLUS, what should we do now?"

"I didn't know it would turn out like this."

Song Ya sat next to her, "Aren't the big three at DreamWorks free?" He stabbed back: "Are they accompanying Paul Allen in Hollywood?"

As the president of Amblin Entertainment, Catherine also has opinions on what kind of DreamWorks Spielberg was hired by Katzenberg and David Geffen. However, she was an assistant to Spielberg and was loyal. It's naive to provoke APLUS, let's solve the current trouble first."

As one of the few black executives at Goldman Sachs, Smith took the initiative in the meeting, "Since the new audio-visual media format is facing the problem of choosing one or the other, and now the industry judges that the SD camp is difficult to win, then the prospectus of DTS must be changed. , Investors will no longer believe the bright prospects we outlined, and board the big ship of the SD camp, Barabara, etc..."

The SD camp hasn’t lost yet, but the industry thinks it’s about to lose. Investors lack confidence in DTS. As the underwriter, Goldman Sachs certainly doesn’t want to see the stock price plummet after a forced listing. Smith’s prescription is very simple, or delay the listing , or change the prospectus, announcing that DTS will use the money raised in the open market to acquire some companies with DVD standard patents.

There are problems with both of these options. Postponing the listing, DTS will have to pay for the C-round investment institutions. One of the conditions for them to enter the market with real money is to sign a VAM contract for a limited-time listing. The amount of compensation is very high, and it may even directly Caused the bankruptcy of DTS. However, the revision of the prospectus shows that the company's business direction is uncertain, and investors will still not recognize it. Even if it is forced to go public, it will inevitably encounter major setbacks.

"I asked people from Northern Trust last night, and they said that they can be listed on the Chicago Stock Exchange. What do you think?" Song Ya proposed the third way.

"Goldman Sachs will withdraw if it is not listed on Nasdaq." Smith said forcefully.

"And us." The people from Madoff's investment fund also expressed their views.

DTS will also lose money if it violates the underwriting agreement.

"Don't look at me, I'll come up with an idea..." Song Ya spread her hands, "I'm just a humble minority shareholder."

So everyone looked at Terry Beard, the founder who relied on the contradictions of multiple investors to successfully control the management of the company was embarrassed again, "Then let me think about it again, think about it..."

It seems that the decision cannot be made in one meeting. Song Ya can understand Terry Beard's entangled mentality. He is only one step away from becoming a billionaire, and no one wants to die in front of the goal alive and aggrieved.

"Delay, Alicia, I'll leave this to you."

Song Ya shook hands with Alicia, who had changed back to a business-like face, and said goodbye, "I still have to go to Netscape."

"Okay, don't worry too much about APLUS. The standard battle will continue for a while, but the intensity has become life-and-death, and the SD camp may not necessarily lose." Alicia comforted.

"My investment in DTS has already made a lot of money. Even if the company went bankrupt, I didn't lose money. Please persuade Terry Beard more."

Song Ya was having a hard time, and there was no good news during this period. Dr. Mei and Jimmy reported that the official version of Netscape Browser, to be precise, should be called the professional version. Netscape's new president Baxter blew the million-selling Haikou.

Forty-five dollars a piece of software, more than one million sales in half a year means that the company is likely to hand in an answer sheet of 50 to 60 million dollars in sales revenue before listing, which will inevitably make Netscape's road to listing It's bright, and my 5% shares are likely to get more than expected returns. At the same time, this piece of fat has become a thorn in the side of Jim Clark and others, and was targeted before the listing.

"They can't kick us out, but because you were eager to enter the game at the beginning, our 5% shareholder's equity is very small, and Jim Clark may reduce our equity ratio through targeted capital increase and other means." Jimmy said worriedly: "APLUS, Let me remind you that this possibility is definitely not low, it depends on whether Jim Clark wants to play shameless with us."

Like DTS, when the situation changes, the appeals of all stakeholders will change, whether it is getting worse or better, and capital will never stop fighting and playing games.

"Go talk and see what I can offer Jim Clark and the others besides helping with advertising."

Except for his wife, this kind of trouble did not cause Song Ya to have any violent emotional fluctuations. He calmly led his subordinates except Dilai and Alicia to Netscape.

"Congratulations, I heard that our software sales are going well. By the way, where is Jim?" He asked Baxter, who was in charge of the reception.

"In the project team, with Mark Anderson and the others, and people from SUN."

Baxter smiled all over his face, "I heard that your investment in DTS has encountered setbacks?"

"Yes, a moderate setback." Feeling that the halo of being a lucky pig is about to disappear, Song Ya is not without regrets.

"Come in, please. By the way, the new gadgets we are developing are core secrets. You have to sign a non-disclosure agreement, and you have to sign it. Then, you can't let too many people in."

Baxter asked the staff to bring the legal documents. After the trial, Jimmy signed with Song Ya and Dr. Mei, and then hung the visitor's badge around his neck, leaving the entourage such as Old Mike and Linda outside .

"APLUS! You came just in time, look at our nuclear weapons!"

Jim Clark and Mark Anderson all gathered around a computer to look at the code.

"What is this?" Song Ya didn't understand this, and looked at the lines of code on the computer screen, huh? Seems familiar?

"Hey, let Mark introduce our star shareholders?" Jim Clark pulled him a chair, "What's wrong with you? APLUS."

"No, it's nothing..." Song Ya sat down, pressing her chest that was dripping with sour water, "Maybe I came too early in the morning, didn't eat much, and felt a little... a little uncomfortable."

"Really? Your body will be as fragile as our programmers?" Mark Anderson joked, and everyone laughed.

"Mark and the others are working overtime overnight, haven't you seen each other for a while?"

Jim Clark's attitude was not bad, and he couldn't see that he was secretly plotting against him. Song Ya felt more at ease, "Yes, what is this?" He looked at the screen.

"A new programming language, a masterpiece of SUN!" Mark Anderson replied, the software sold well, coupled with the technological breakthrough, he was in a good mood, and so were the others, each with a loud voice, and the entire project team was filled with incomparable optimism "We can use it with SUN to defeat Microsoft! He is statically object-oriented, concise, and elegant..."

Mark Anderson gave almost all the praises to this language, but Song Ya felt more and more out of breath the more he listened, the code on the screen seemed to evoked some bad memories of himself, "Wow, what is it called? ?”

"JAVA."

"Java?" Song Ya felt even more uncomfortable. In addition to her overwhelmed stomach, she also started buzzing and tinnitus.

"Yes, JAVA!"

Mark Anderson didn't notice what was wrong with him, and began to clatter on the keyboard to demonstrate, "This language has inspired me and my colleagues a lot. We also have an idea to develop a new programming language, which is temporarily named JAVAScript!"

"vomit!"

Song Ya couldn't bear it anymore, and vomited it out on the spot. He remembered his previous life in a trance, as if he had traveled through time because of this unlucky thing?

"Hey! What's wrong with you? APLUS, Jim!?" Mark Anderson got vomit on his pants, and he jumped up and dodged aside in fright.

Song Ya's hands stretched out towards the keyboard uncontrollably, her ten fingers trembling wildly, as if she still wanted to type code?

There was a hallucination in front of his eyes. At a certain time and place, a slovenly code farmer was staring at the screen with great concentration, his fingers were flying, and suddenly, his heart hurt sharply, and then he fell silently on the keyboard.

"Ah! M-FXXK!"

Everyone was staring at him in horror. With all his strength, he pulled back his hands stretched out to the keyboard, and crossed them in front of his chest. There was only one thought in his mind: sing! Jump! RAP! What are you doing here! generation! son! Never! Just another line of code!

"Boss, boss?" Jimmy behind him also panicked, "Mr. Clark, please call an ambulance immediately!"

"Already called." Baxter hung up the phone, "Soon... What's wrong with your boss? I don't think I've eaten anything."

"I don't know either."

Jimmy and them couldn't help retching and twisting their hands weirdly, looking like Song Ya who was insane, looking at each other.

"We, uh, let's not wait for the ambulance, Mike! Mike!"

Jimmy reacted, went out and called old Mike and Linda, and said to Mark Anderson, the tallest programmer among the programmers: "Mr. Anderson, you can help, yes, lift your feet, let's go together, thank you."

Several people worked together to lift Song Ya out.

"What's wrong with this singer? Did he inhale too much?"

Watching the frantic people carrying Song Ya away, Jim Clark asked Baxter beside him.

"No, APLUS never touches that thing. I remember there is a rare disease called... what is called chorea, and the symptoms are very similar." Baxter replied.

"Huntington's disease? Doesn't he have a few years left to live?" Jim Clark opened his mouth in shock.

"If the diagnosis is confirmed, it should be." Baxter nodded slowly.

"It's a pity, that kid's song is not bad, alas! Maybe this is the fate of talented artists! God is always so fair and ruthless..."

Jim Clark sighed and pondered for about ten seconds before saying, "I think it's better to forget it."

"Forget what?" asked Baxter.

"The plan to squeeze his stake."

"Oh fine……"

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