Chapter 746 ? Digital Survival

"Okay, let's go out."

When the freight elevator door opened again, Song Ya was already cutting in with a tissue.

Alicia also felt much better. She took a deep breath, put the lipstick into her bag, pursed her lips to smooth it out, and pulled the hem of her neat skirt and clothes. With a face that should not be approached by strangers, he stepped out of the elevator door.

"Alicia, APLUS, you are late."

Argus, another named partner, and others in the law firm were watching the live broadcast of the trial of Simpson's murder of his wife. As the verdict of the case approached in October, every trial touched the hearts of American society. Song When Ya went to the White House, he heard that even the commander-in-chief did not fail every game.

"This LAPD detective is doing pretty well today."

The detective whose discriminatory remarks were dug out last time has made a comeback. He should have received relevant training in the past few months and performed much better. When answering the other party's lawyer's questioning, he spoke firmly and clearly, and once again denied that The authenticity of the tape where he scolded NGer, after all, it is not evidence and has nothing to do with the facts of the case.

Except for Song Ya, who were all professionals present, Alicia also naturally participated in the evaluation, as if everything in the freight elevator just now was unreal, maybe she just wanted to vent, and she was a good target.

This is good, and Song Ya doesn't want to have any emotional entanglements with her. He feels that his mood has even improved a little bit, and the thread of confusion that often appears recently seems to have been pulled out again.

"Then I'll go first, Alicia, Argus."

On the contrary, he didn't care about the final outcome of Simpson's case at all. He stood behind the lawyers and watched for a while, and offered to leave.

"Wait, there are some documents I think you need to see."

Alicia took him to her office and took out two documents from the desk drawer, "Are you really planning to sell the shares of this small New York TV station owned by the Inner City Broadcasting Company and a small New York TV station after the capital injection is successful?" Is the radio channel sold to Puff Daddy? Let me remind you that neither of these is technically a bad asset.”

"I have to give back to Puff Daddy for giving up working with people like Quincy Jones and Russell Simmons. You know Alicia, Americans are all about carrots and sticks. I punished those who opposed me. I also need Give some rewards to those who show kindness to me."

Song Ya took the document,

"Puff Daddy wants to buy it, so I'll sell it to him. The price he offered is not bad. I don't like the two small media, but for him, who has a gang background in Harlem, it's a good thing to win it. Things that can expand his influence very well.”

"You're right, uh, anyway... I've got all the legal papers ready."

Alicia came over to shake hands with him. The walls of this office are made of glass, and there are people coming and going outside. It is impossible to make any outrageous movements. Instead, the two tacitly became more careful than before, and the hands were very formulaic. However, this mature professional woman still couldn't restrain her slightly charming eyes, and said with a smile: "Then we will meet in New York next time. First of all, I wish your technology company a successful listing, will it be successful?"

"Thank you, there shouldn't be any problems. After the two projects we cooperate with are finished, your law firm should be able to change its office location."

Song Ya pointed out the window with the document, "After all, the law and order here has not been very good."

"It will."

It was all money earned from her, a lot of money, she was naturally in a good mood, looked around the office, "I have long wanted to change to a bigger and more private naming partner's office."

Hehe, "Alicia, you will get what you want, then I'm leaving." Song Ya said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll see you off."

"Um."

Leaving Chicago, he rushed to New York to join the Netscape IPO team. Jim Clark, Baxter, and KPCB and Morgan Stanley were of course indispensable. Temporary 'command center'.

"Receptions, press conferences, prospectuses..."

The meeting room is very messy, with clothes hanging on the back of the chair, coffee cups scattered on the table, piles of documents, debris and stains on the carpet, and even two people lying on the table to catch up on sleep. Jim Clark Satisfied with his enthusiasm for the first time, Baxter handed over the itinerary, "Money never sleeps, you have to keep up with the work rhythm of Wall Street APLUS, someone at Morgan Stanley hasn't slept for more than 40 hours."

"Don't worry, I dare say that no one here is as healthy as me." Song Ya smiled and handed over the document to Linda behind her.

"Really? It's... vomit, like that?" Jim Clark recalled his gagging and disorientated performance at Netscape headquarters, and everyone else in the conference room laughed.

This guy! Although always honest with myself...

But to be honest, Song Ya quite likes him. When he has something to say, his insights are always incisive, and his heart is really not bad. For example, he has never thought badly about his shares...

"It was an accident."

Song Ya also sat down with a smile, and studied the itinerary with the help of Linda. Netscape had already arranged with some reporters, Joe, what questions to ask, and how to answer them, all of them were listed very clearly, and what needed to be recited The place was also lined with a thick marker pen.

This kind of very rigorous management ability is something I don't have, and of course I can't follow it all, and I also earn a lot of songs, so I am destined not to be as focused as they are.

"By the way, where are Mark and the others?" Song Ya didn't see Mark Anderson.

"He won't come until later, and the project team can't do without him and several other talented programmers for a day." Baxter replied.

Poor programmer...

"Also, you should study these articles and quote more of the rhetoric in them when you need to improvise."

Baxter stuffed another folder in the form of newspaper clippings.

"Digital Survival?"

Song Ya saw the headline of the newspaper clipping.

"Yes, Negroponte's serialized articles published in Wired magazine are very good, and they are also very suitable for the future and interests of Netscape." In the future, from the materialized world to the networked world, what will our future look like, and what changes will the information revolution bring to all aspects of human beings? Our Netscape will inevitably become an important part of his predictions... ..."

"Okay, I'll take a closer look."

He talked a lot, Song Ya nodded frequently, sincerely taught.

"Nice boy, by the way, don't wear a big gold chain or big gold watch on the day of the bell, wear a formal suit, you know?" Jim Clark said.

"Okay, no problem." Song Ya continued to nod.

"Where's Dr. Chen?" Baxter asked.

"I'm busy with the case of my injection of capital into the inner city broadcasting company, in their New York main station." Song Ya replied.

"You call him here. We are going to negotiate with Morgan Stanley again on the issue price of new shares. Is he a professional in your field?" Jim Clark asked.

"Yeah, huh? Wait..."

Song Ya was stunned, "Didn't it be fixed last time, 14 dollars per share?"

"We think it's still a bit low." Baxter said, "The market response is very enthusiastic. We and KPCB both think that $14 is still low. This time we are going to play a big game and double it directly!"

"Double fourteen dollars? Twenty-eight dollars? Per share!?"