Chapter 729? The First Offer

The latest website: No one is in the mood to listen to music. The atmosphere of the venue is a little more relaxed after being so disturbed. Don’t look at Jim Clark and Baxter’s confident promotion of how successful Netscape browser is and how high its market share is. , The Internet so much represents the future, but Song Ya feels that on the one hand, their own ambitions are expanding step by step with the enthusiastic response of the market, and at the same time, they are a bit bottomless in their hearts.

The two advanced the timetable for listing, making Netscape soon to become the first pure Internet listed company in the true sense. This time, they also wanted to increase the price of new shares that had already been set. In the case that the company has not yet made a profit...

Of course, maybe I can't understand these technological heroes who don't have any previous experience to refer to.

"Okay, we agree."

Quatson came in ten minutes later to announce the results of their discussion, and the people in the meeting room cheered. It seemed that the meeting had been driving for nine hours before Song Ya arrived, and everyone was exhausted.

"APLUS, thank you for what you did."

As the last insignificant straw that crushed Morgan Stanley, this became another excellent example of his lucky pig. In the evening, Mark Anderson offered to invite him to dinner, and the genius programmer with a slovenly look was in a good mood, "If Not you, maybe I can't get the shares and options I have now from Jim."

Indeed, as a rich big catfish, Song Ya’s initial competition for entry slightly interfered with Jim Clark’s wishful thinking. Mark Anderson cleverly used Jim Clark’s fear at the beginning of the selection process that he would switch to a certain cash-rich hip-hop star. He got a better technical investment condition for himself. After Netscape went public, his original shares and incentive options could add up to a little over 2%. It's worth tens of millions.

"Will you exercise power?"

Song Ya asked.

"Yes, for eighteen months, working more than ten hours a day, all year round..."

Mark Anderson unabashedly began to look forward to it: "I will reward myself after the company goes public."

"Ha ha……"

Song Ya understood his infinite longing for the life of a multi-millionaire, "You deserve it."

During the meeting, he and Dr. Chen asked some questions about the development direction of the industry. Mark Anderson said that he did not know. He has been working hard behind closed doors for more than a year. In fact, he is not very sensitive to industry trends.

"Have you heard the story of the jeans?"

"You mean that during the gold rush in Beimi, the gold diggers failed to make a fortune, but instead, the merchants who provided the miners with strong and wear-resistant jeans got rich in one fell swoop?"

asked Dr. Chen.

"Basically, I don't know where the stable profit model of the Internet industry is, but now everyone is pouring into this industry, right? Maybe if you take a step back and think about it, businesses that provide infrastructure will live better."

Knowing Song Ya's goodness, Mark Anderson's attitude is much more sincere than before, "Network companies have a large number of high-performance server hosts, high-throughput switches, and faster optical fiber network requirements."

"I know I know……"

Song Ya has a lot of sympathy, and her own American music website has a higher number of visits after the scandal between Madonna and 2PAC, but so what? Not to mention the lack of profit, I even sent a large sum of money to Cisco, SUN, and telecom providers that provide high-speed broadband.

"That's where the investment goes."

Saying goodbye to Mark Anderson who hurried back to the company to work overtime, he said to Dr. Chen, "I will inject 10 million to A+ venture capital company by the end of the year, and you will help me spend it on related industries next year."

"I'll keep an eye out." Dr. Chen nodded, "Anything else?"

"In short, I only provide judgments in the general direction."

Song Ya began to use the apocalypse to prophesy, "In the future, audio-visual products will have better sound and picture quality, mobile phones, TVs, and monitors will have more detailed and thinner screens, and the JAVA and JavaScript programming languages ​​will achieve greater development. Then... I like Microsoft's operating system, Yahoo's search engine, Netscape's browser..."

Talking about it, I feel that this is actually the case. Many people in this era have the same judgment.

"This is the internal logic of your investment in graphics chip manufacturers such as 3DFX, VCD player manufacturers such as Wanyan, and DTS, Palm, Netscape, etc."

But Dr. Chen didn't know. "But your most successful investment so far is the Bahn fluorescent agent factory. What judgment did you make that time?" He asked.

"Forget it, it was an accident."

Song Ya waved his hand. What the other party didn't know was that he had also bet heavily on Apple, HP, Cisco, Microsoft, SUN, Nokia, EA and other related companies in the stock market. Except for EA and Apple, which performed well, there was also Dow's The stocks that have not been lifted are also rising.

Now, in mid-July, the pair are back in New York after leaving Silicon Valley, joining Alicia, Morningstar, and Ms. Sloan for the Manhattan Gang's first official bid for an inner-city broadcaster.

"For a capital injection of 28 million, you want to take 33.3% of the shares, four directors plus the position of chairman, and the right to dispose of non-performing assets?"

Pierre Sutton shook his head repeatedly after reading the document, "The Inner City Broadcasting Company is worth 100 million, not 84 million as you think. Also, it is absolutely impossible for us to accept this."

He pushed back the documents related to the Apollo Theater, "We will do our best to keep the right to operate the theater, but we will not agree to a preset timetable to gamble, otherwise, according to your plan, if we lost this theater two thousand years ago, Your shareholding will automatically increase again, which is not fair to us."

"So you're not sure about keeping it?"

The profit of the Apollo Theater is the most important thing. Otherwise, even if the inner city broadcasting company gets its own nearly 30 million real money, the money will not be enough to lose for two thousand years. At that time, in order to avoid bankruptcy, it will have to think of another way. Under the premise that the government appropriations, donations from black organizations, and private donations that were seen in the face of the Manhattan Gang in the early years can still be maintained at the original level.

But that should be impossible. As the old saying in Huaguo goes well, tea is cold when people walk away. With Dingkins' defeat in the election, both the appropriation and the amount of donations have been declining year by year, and the speed has a tendency to accelerate.

Song Ya showed her fangs here, made a gesture of displeasure, and lazily leaned back in the chair.

"We will try our best, you understand right? APLUS."

It is inconvenient for Pierre to speak clearly on this occasion. Indeed, Dingkins and the Federal Congressman Rangel will do their best to keep the Apollo Theater for their own interests. Song Ya has no doubts about this, but The current opponent is Giuliani, the current mayor of New York. Some party politicians in Harlem have long expressed dissatisfaction with the Apollo Theater being controlled by the Manhattan gang. Last year, some people in the New York councils at all levels proposed to forcibly withdraw the management right or simply The proposal to directly launch a corruption investigation was blocked by the Donkey Party.

"I can understand, but... our asking price is like this, and you have seen it today..."

Song Yachao pointed to his side of the conference table, "I have prepared an all-elite team for this capital injection, Pierre, you know the market, my initial investment can prove that I am very serious about capital injection , Our team’s offer is also very professional.”

"We have carefully studied the business statements you provided, and this should be a win-win offer that everyone can accept." Alicia added.

"That won't work." Pierre continued shaking his head.

The meeting was held at the New York Headquarters of the Inner City Broadcasting Company, which received a special grant for the renovation of African-American media shortly after Dinkins took office. In fact, it has only been a few years, and everything is very new. The two main stations are also one of the few units in his family that can make stable profits. Pierre is sitting next to the manager of the New York main station and some senior executives of the inner city broadcasting company, all of whom are black.

On Song Ya's side, except for Linda and himself, the mixed race, the others are either white or Chinese, which is quite different from the opposite side.

Ms. Sloan threw her pen on the table impatiently, "What about the others? Apart from the Apollo Theater, can you accept other conditions?"

"Oh, we need to think about it again." Pierre Sutton sighed, "We will reply to you as soon as possible, APLUS."

"Okay, then let's set a time." Song Ya got up and left the table.

"Wait for APLUS, uh, let's talk alone."

Pierre Sutton chased him out and led him into his office, "I need your plan for the disposal of non-performing assets. Since you have organized such a professional team, you must have a specific design, right?" He said, "You know Yes, there are political considerations behind the maintenance of some so-called non-performing assets, and you cannot close them down or split them up for sale at will.”

"It's time to change your mind, Pierre, and political considerations can't prevent the inner city broadcasting company from going bankrupt..."

Song Ya smiled, "It's time to manage it like a real business."

"There is always a huge gap between ideal and reality." Pierre Sutton did not answer directly.

"I won't give you those things, I know, you will take our offer today and ask Quincy Jones if they want to match, I have to hold back."

Song Ya shook her head, "But you can submit a document in advance, stating which non-performing assets cannot be moved, or to what extent they can be moved."

"Okay, I will, thank you APLUS." Pierre Sutton agreed.

"This kid is really not covered."

After sending away Song Ya and his party, the inner city broadcasting company's own people continued to hold meetings, "No wonder he became famous at a young age, got a singer contract similar to MC Hammer from Sony Columbia Records, and defeated him in the internal struggle of the record company. Motura and become one of the youngest self-made billionaires." The manager of the New York main station sighed repeatedly.

"You don't want to jump to work for him like those people in Washington, do you?" Pierre retorted quietly.

"Me? Haha, haha, no, don't be so sensitive Pierre."

The manager laughed, "So we should talk to Russell Simmons next?"

"That idiot hasn't figured out the ratio of his capital contribution yet..." Pierre Sutton replied with a lot of resentment: "But there is no way, call him, we need him now."