Chapter 748 ? Netscape Moment

"I appreciate your ambition to raise prices and expand distribution..."

The listing day is just around the corner, and at the last reception, Song Ya finally got together with Madoff, the chairman of the Nasdaq Exchange who has always been famous for not being able to meet. The old man was holding a wine glass to affirm and encourage Jim Clark's price increase. "There are still five to six Internet companies that will go public in succession within this year. If Netscape's IPO is a big success, it will give the market the best shot in the arm."

"So everyone will support us, right?"

Mark Anderson asked.

"It's almost the same, but the market is changing rapidly, so it's hard for me to say." Madoff patted his arm, "But get ready, rock star, tomorrow you will be another new multi-millionaire in the United States."

In order to promote Netscape, Jim Clark and Baxter gave Mark Anderson the hat of a technology hero, as opposed to Bill Gates and Jobs back then. Would call him a rock star.

But Song Ya knew that the gold content of this rock star was far inferior to that of Bill Gates and Jobs. After all, the bulk of the shares were in the hands of Jim Clark, not even as much as himself. Interrupt the conversation with a smile: "I admire you very much, let me introduce myself..."

"Haha, that's not necessary, you are very good at APLUS, you are a lucky young man." The gray-haired Jewish financial tycoon shook his hand politely, "I heard that the delayed listing of DTS is also related to you?" Mai asked Dolf.

"Uh, I'm just one of the minority shareholders. DTS is currently in a little trouble. We're waiting for the results of the DVD and SD alliance negotiations in September."

Song Ya didn't want to talk about DTS at this time, it was a rare opportunity, so she just said what she wanted, "It's like this, I still have some idle funds in my hand, and I'm a little confused about the stock market recently, maybe your foundation can accept me ..."

"Ha ha……"

Madoff laughed again, glanced at other people around him, and changed the topic, "Are you not optimistic about the stock market?"

"With all due respect, the recent rise is indeed a bit crazy. Microsoft's huge market value is expected to double..." Song Ya began to show off his knowledge, "Although I heard that Mr. Greenspan, the chairman of the Federal Reserve, once wrote in the article The stock market is not a barometer of the economy, the stock market is the economy itself, but..."

"Maybe, but generally healthy at the moment."

Madoff put away his smile,

"If you are not optimistic about the stock market, there is no need to be optimistic about my foundation, because the foundation's money is invested in stocks, bonds, and housing."

"I understand, but I trust your vision. I heard that your annualized rate of return can reach..."

"Ahem, I'm sorry, it's not convenient for me to talk about this at this time. Tonight belongs to you and Mark."

Madoff seemed a little displeased, "Excuse me, Jim!" The old man broke contact with Jim Clark who was walking over.

Don't do business yet! But it will ruin you! Song Ya looked at his back and rolled her eyes quietly.

But he wronged the old man, and Madoff did not forget him in the end. When he left the reception early, he handed him a business card, "If you really want to cooperate, contact this person, Stanley Chase."

"I'm a bit familiar with this name, I seem to have seen it somewhere." Song Ya looked at the business card thoughtfully.

"Hollywood, he was in charge of approaching investors in the entertainment industry, he was a good friend of Spielberg and David Geffen."

Madoff said: "But you need to pass some of his tests, if you really want to join my core foundation."

"No problem, just test me, Mr. Madoff."

Song Ya stuffed the business card into her pocket happily.

During the conversation, it was the eve of the Netscape IPO bell ringing. A group of people came to Times Square outside the Nasdaq Exchange, and took a group photo under the bombardment of flashlights by the reporters.

When Dingkins was in power, it was full of pirate dealers and wandering warblers, as well as rogues in cartoon costumes who took photos with tourists and then forcibly asked for money. After Giuliani took office, he cracked down hard and order has been restored. From this small point It can be seen that Dingkins' loss is really unjust.

It's a pity that the racial gap exists naturally, and I still need to cooperate with Dingkins and the others in the future, not Giuliani.

Song Ya tactfully cooperated with Jim Clark and the others, letting Mark Anderson stand in the absolute C position, and grinning in his suit and leather hat wearing the Netscape logo in the back row.

"APLUS, hey." I was taking pictures, and a familiar voice sounded beside me. I turned my head and looked over. It was Irv Gotti who always appeared next to LL Cool J, the one David Geffen beat Wesley Streep at home, "Wow Oh, your company is listed here today..."

"It's you, what? Wait a minute, okay?"

Times Square is crowded with people, and the technology industry is not fashionable to bring a large number of bodyguards. Song Ya quickly winked at the old Mike in the distance, "You go there..."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Irv Gotti went to Old Mike and obediently waited for him to finish taking pictures, "Linda said I could find you here, so I came."

"Oh, what's the matter? Hurry up, today is very important to me." Song Ya didn't bother to chat with him.

"APLUS, concentrate, today is not the day to bring friends in." Jim Clark must be upset when he saw Irv Gotti dressed in a street hip-hop style, and coldly dropped a sentence to bring people in.

"Hehe, these white guys." Irv Gotti gave him a middle finger from his back.

"Hurry up, OK?" Song Ya urged.

"That's right, LL Cool J sent me a message to apologize."

Irv Gotti: "He knew about that last time with Russell Simmons..."

"That's changed the story, tell me what you're here Irv, I'm really busy." The market opened at half past nine, and I didn't want to disappear when the bell was ringing.

"Okay ok, we're currently talking to Marvel about the Blade project, Wesley Streep is annoying, he's ahead of the curve, LL Cool J wants to..." Irv Gotti said, "Uh, would like you too Get involved and help, we've been negotiating with the Marvel folks and they like you."

"Help? What do you mean?" Song Ya asked.

"Participate in the investment, and then let your A+ film industry assist in the production, we will pay most of the funds, and the proceeds will be shared equally."

Irv Gotti said: "LL Cool J will promise not to get involved with Russell and the others again, as long as he can star in Blade Runner."

He still wants to play the leading role, so Song Ya will definitely not do it, "I said that the last time has changed, but it doesn't mean I will forget it, OK? I don't want to have any intersection with you again, as long as you don't mess with me, this condition is very good gone."

"But APLUS..."

"Okay, Mike will see him off for me, I'll go in, goodbye." Song Ya hurried into the exchange.

"Today is very important, very important..."

At nine o'clock, Jim Clark finally revealed the pent-up tension in his heart, and walked into the small war room prepared for them in the exchange. Before the market, they still had to pass the first hurdle of call auction. This will cause the stock price to plunge on the first day of listing.

"Huh..." Mark Anderson sat at the front, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, and his hands kept stroking his thinning hair.

"Take it easy Mark."

Baxter himself was so nervous that he kept walking up and down the small room. He went up and pressed Mark Anderson's shoulder, "We will definitely succeed."

"Well, definitely."

The auction call arrived at 9:15, and the 28 dollars per share had been sold out by the underwriter through various channels, and now it was the first stop to enter the open market.

"Can you understand?"

Song Ya may be the one with the most relaxed mind in the room, and no one is in the mood to chat with him, so he sits in the empty seat in the last row.

"Of course, I popped in." JavaScript lead developer Brendan Edge sat right next to him.

"It was you who caused my sudden sudden death in my previous life, right?" Song Ya stared at his chubby side face, thinking silently whether she should find a chance to take revenge...

Twenty-eight dollars, a payment bill appeared on the computer screen.

Jim Clark couldn't hold back anymore, and rushed to Mark Anderson's side to stare at the trading software together.

"Oh!" Mark Anderson suddenly exclaimed abnormally, "Why hasn't the order been sold for thirty dollars? Thirty-one, thirty-two..."

Most people buzzed over to look at it.

"Fxxk! It seems that the issue price is still set low!" Jim Clark cursed.

"Is no one willing to make a move!? Damn it, it's forty!"

Baxter yelled.

Brandon Edge was still very calm. He raised his glasses with his hand, and quickly reported the number in his mind, "Forty dollars, then our company is worth 3.4 billion dollars..."

"You also have reward options?" Song Ya asked him.

"Yes, one percent." He replied, "Then my current net worth is... three thousand... four million?" He was not calm anymore.

"Slow-response dead house programmer!" Song Ya rolled her eyes, "This is just a call auction stage, and it's still uncertain when the market closes in the afternoon."

"Don't disappoint APLUS at this time!"

Another reprimand from Jim Clark came.

"Fifty, fifty-six!" Baxter kept reporting the number. When the number was reported, everyone turned their heads at the same time and glanced at Song Ya.

"I don't talk." Song Ya shrugged, and made a zipper motion on his mouth with his hand.

"Sixty! Seventy!"

In just a few minutes, the stock price reached a completely unimaginable high, "Damn it! I should double it again!" Baxter shouted angrily, "There is still no buying! Zero trading volume! The stocks in this room Everyone will become a billionaire!!"

"If the stock price is seventy, then my current personal assets are..."

Brandon Edge continued to mutter, and suddenly he pressed his heart, "Ho ho..." The body began to slip down.

"Hey, are you okay?" Song Ya hurriedly pulled him.

"Yeah! Yay!"

"Ah! Ow!"

No one else in the room noticed this scene, they were all roaring like beasts, papers, cups, waving their hands and throwing everything they could get into the sky, someone jumped on the back of the tall Mark Anderson , Mark carried the other party and was still jumping wildly.

"We succeeded, we succeeded!" Jim Clark, who was promoted to a billion service in a few minutes, kept shouting, and came over to grab Song Ya with red eyes, "Did you see APLUS! Seventy-two! We succeeded! This is Our Netscape exclusive moment! Exclusive moment!"

"Your staff..." Song Ya gestured to Brandon Edge on the ground.

"No! There's an offer! Down!" Baxter shouted, "Seventy-one!"

Jim Clark hurried back and continued to stare at the screen.

"I finally understand why people on Wall Street play so crazy in private. The power of money is infinitely magnified here, and everyone will be released with the most primitive animal nature..."

At this price, my two million venture capital investment will be exchanged for nearly two hundred million meters. Song Ya is still in a good mood, but he has long been a billionaire. Although he is very excited, he can still restrain himself and help him quickly. Brandon Edge unbuttoned his suit and shirt, fanned him, and responded, "Are you okay? Do you want to call a doctor?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Fortunately, Brandon Edge recovered, "Just give me a glass of water, thank you."

"All right."

When Song Ya went to pour the water, the ten-minute call auction ended, and the opening price was fixed at 71.15.

"Everyone, it's time to go and ring the bell."

Morgan Stanley's Quatson walked in and smiled.

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