Chapter 792? Tail Wagging

"APLUS! Mr. APLUS! What do you think of yourself being included in the US rich list by Fujibi Magazine for the first time?"

"Let's express your opinion! APLUS!"

"Are you really worth 500 million?"

"Do you think the high point for Netscape's stock price has come?"

"Are you planning to divorce Mariah Carey?"

When they walked out of the building, Song Ya and his party were surrounded by a large number of reporters. They pushed forward like crazy and poured flashlights on themselves. The battle was so big that it had not been seen for a long time. He thought his wife was making a surprise attack again, but unexpectedly, most of the questions asked by the reporter were completely unexpected, "Sorry, I don't know the situation yet." Get in the car.

"what happened again?"

Old Mike started the car, and Song Ya watched the paparazzi chasing after him through the rear window with lingering fear.

Old Mike threw a freshly released Fujibi magazine from the glove box. It turned out that his family's new year's rich list was updated.

"Your wife's already in Highland Park, and Sandy Glenn and Brenda."

After being caught and raped in bed, the security personnel of Highland Park did not dare to neglect any more. As soon as Mariah Carey arrived, she called Linda, "Are you going back?" Linda asked.

"Emmmm..."

He was noncommittal and concentrated on flipping through the magazine, so the old Mike continued to drive, and the black Mercedes shuttled on the road leading to the north of the city.

In 1995, Bill Gates topped the list of the world's richest people for the first time. Benefiting from the rise in Microsoft stock, his net worth soared from 12.9 billion before the listing of Windows 95 to 14.8 billion. Legendary investor Warren Buffett ranked second with 11.8 billion , John Kruger, the owner of the Metropolis, who just made a fortune in Disney's nearly 20 billion acquisition of the Metropolis-ABC transaction, ranked third with 6.7 billion.

There are 94 billionaires in Mimi this year, and this number happens to be the threshold of the 400 richest people in the world.

In the U.S. list, California’s billionaires are backed by the entertainment and technology industries in terms of number. Hewlett-Packard founder David Packard is 3.7 billion, and even Microsoft's latecomer Ballmer has a net worth of more than one billion.

In a year when the wealth of the people at the top of the pyramid is so inflated,

Marvel boss Perelman, Viacom boss Redstone, and Fox boss Murdoch have almost no change in their net worth, which is still in the range of three or four billion. Not so well.

The same is true for the Bronfman family, the owners of Universal and Seagram. The shrinking family wealth of 6 billion shows that the market believes that they sold DuPont shares to acquire Universal as a failure.

Among the more familiar people, Jim Clark squeezed into the billion club. David Geffen is more surprising. He relies on DreamWorks and art and real estate investment. It seems that there is a MJ who completely kicked him out of the ATV/Sony record empire. "Breakup fee", his net worth soared to 1.3 billion, surpassing his old friend Spielberg's 700 million. BET boss Johnson is also 700 million, and continues to hold the title of the richest black man.

And myself and Oprah were specially listed as blacks who entered the US rich list for the first time. The current value of the stock, and then using their calculation method to estimate the record and other income of more than 100 million over the years, calculated a worth of 480 million for themselves, ranking the 300th integer on the list.

Oprah's 340 million, the 399th on the list, just serves as the threshold for entering the US rich list.

"Where's MJ?" Song Ya searched for several times, but didn't see MJ's name.

"Maybe the ATV and Sony deal didn't count," Linda replied.

"Hmph..."

Song Ya's mood has improved a lot. At least after this issue of the magazine came out, I was already richer than you in the eyes of the public, and four of the top ten richest people in the world this year were Chinese, and Xiangjiang had three. There is honor.

Then he began to calculate how much money he had, and concluded that the stocks in his hands were more than 500 million, Netscape 250 million, Dow 100 million, Microsoft and the newly added SUN and other stocks 150 million, which have not yet been listed. DTS, the more than 30 million income from the sale of Def Jam should not be counted by Fujibi, the record income in 1995 has not yet been settled, plus real estate and various companies, large and small...

Of course, investments such as 3DFX, inner-city broadcasting companies, and private jets may have negative effects.

"My money piles up, bullet glasses with ice..."

The paparazzi were separated by the gate. Old Mike parked the car at the gate of the villa. He hummed a song, and two black shadows came straight out of the gate. Looking down, it turned out to be the two Jack Russell terriers, circling around Holding his trousers, he breathed and wagged his tail desperately.

"Cough cough."

He cleared his throat, straightened his face, took off his watch and put it in his pocket, kept gloomy, and strode inside.

Mariah Carey was wearing the rhinestone bag hip skirt before the two hooked up, sitting gracefully with Brenda and Sandy Glenn in front of the bar, drinking Gray Goose vodka in a small shot glass, and she was still thinking about herself in the living room' Write', sung by her and put into the new album's Step Up music.

"APLUS! Why did you kick me out of the acoustic concert!?" Brenda saw herself first, and immediately jumped up to question.

Song Ya glanced at her who was dragged away by Sandy Glenn, and looked at his wife.

Mariah Carey pouted and stood up shyly, raising the wine glass in her hand, "This is the wine you want to sell? It tastes good..."

"Um."

He agreed indifferently and went straight upstairs to the study.

"You! Bastard! Cold violence!"

She yelled angrily from behind.

"A lot of calls to you just now..."

Linda followed and saw that the boss was sitting at the desk in the study, knowing that he was ready to deal with official business, and reported one by one: "These people must call back, Goodman, Daniel, and the Northern Trust O'Grady, Gordon of A+CN..."

"Is there anything they want from me?"

Song Ya opened the document to be read, and responded formulaically while replying. Now that he is already on the rich list of the United States, he should be more like a tycoon.

"It's just because you're in a magazine..." Linda said, "I guess there will be a dinner party tomorrow."

"Well, but don't make it in the name of celebrating Fujibi's inclusion in the list, I don't want to be considered an upstart."

Song Ya replied.

The figure of his wife appeared at the door, "I understand." Linda smiled and left.

There was only the couple left in the room, she walked over without a sound, "I'm sorry..." She grabbed the little husband's sleeve and shook it lightly to please her.

Regardless of her, Song Ya picked up the landline and dialed Gordon, "What can I do for you?"

"Congratulations, APLUS, your achievements are so great! You proved..." The senior media person on the other end of the phone line licked his mouth, and finally said the purpose, "Just help A+CN do an episode of you It’s your own topic, many, many people want to know you more deeply.”

"No, I want to keep a low profile on this matter. Aren't you planning to start with the Simpson case album? Just follow the established plan. Although Netscape's stock is hovering before the 100-dollar mark, no one knows how it will perform in the future. How about it, celebrate now and I may be laughed at in the future."

Song Ya calmly refused. Netscape shares accounted for half of his apparent net worth. The rise and fall of stocks is a blink of an eye.

"That's what I said, but..."

Gordon continued to persuade: "Now MJ's fans and the music media are starting to talk about MJ's historical status as the king of Sony's Columbia Records. Oh, you just lost the war in the record industry. The chance to return to the city, your successful investment in the technology industry has left MJ far behind, and he is only a little short of the list of the 400 richest people in the United States this year."

Song Ya was the most upset about being poked into this sore spot, and glanced at the poor wife next to her, "Just follow the plan, you are the boss of A+CN Gordon, I will do my best to help the TV station, But don't bother me too much..."

"OK, OK." Gordon said yes again and again.

Putting down the microphone, Song Ya picked it up and was about to call O'Grady again.

"Do you have to do this to me?!"

Mariah Carey yanked the cuffs she was holding tightly, pressed the landline switch to prevent it from being dialed out, and complained in a crying voice, "I'm so humble to take the initiative to say sorry!"

"So do you know what's wrong?" Song Ya turned to face her.

"I... I shouldn't punish you quietly willfully, I didn't know the result of the matter would be so serious." She pouted and replied, "But that's because I love you so much... I heard with my own ears that you hooked up Mira was going crazy, and you gave Xue Linfen and the others the chance to play roles..."

"How serious is it? Huh?" Song Ya took the initiative to filter the following paragraph and continued to press.

"Sandy told me that I killed Daniel and Newman, and you... I'm afraid I will lose to MJ forever in the record industry." She recited.

"Did I ever tell you that I would never want to see the rights fall into MJ's hands? Did I?"

"have……"

"Then you still..."

While educating his wife, two dogs ran through the door biting a long rope. They were props for playing games with Charis, and they were hidden very well.

"I don't think it's a big deal. That's MJ. Is that why you don't want to lose to him?" Mariah Carey didn't pay attention.

"Nonsense! Why should I lose! And it was my wife who caused me to lose!" Song Ya got up angrily, grabbed the rope from the dog's mouth, and threw it into the corner.

"I was wrong, I always said I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay, forgive me..."

She followed behind and grabbed the corner of the man's clothes.

"Hmph, I won't forgive you so easily this time, look, look at these CDs." Song Ya put the new album CD with the ATV logo in front of her eyes, "We need each other to think about the future Relationship, I mean it, no kidding."

"Woo woo woo..."

She cried immediately, and then sat on the sofa, "I won't do it in the future."

"You have to take action and prove it to me!"

"What action? I am willing to..."

"In the future..." Song Ya licked the corners of her mouth, she really hadn't thought about it, "No more punishment games are allowed in the future, and once again, we will break up."

"You bastard, are you really planning to break up with me!?"

"Um?"

"Okay, okay, I promise you." She leaned over with tears in her eyes, her lips kept kissing the man's face and neck, "I will obey you in everything from now on."

"That's about the same."

"As long as you don't betray me and go with another woman..."

"Um?"

"Um?"

"I didn't do that kind of thing this time?" Song Yase sternly said.

"I know, I know, it's my fault, it's all my fault..." She smiled through tears, happy, and entangled her body, "Who told me to love you so much..."

"Well." Song Yashou hugged back just now, and she immediately responded enthusiastically, "That's good, I will be all yours in the future, and you can enjoy it as you like, every place..."

"I haven't completely forgiven you yet." Song Ya's heart softened.

She jumped up suddenly, ran to take the Sony digital video camera in the room and handed it to the man, "You can shoot whatever you want in the future..."

That's okay too? Song Ya decisively continued to overweight, "This is not enough."

"not enough?"

"Besides, body management, drinking, dressing, and keeping dogs all have to be under my control."

"You! Well, well, I'll listen to you..."

"Renewing the contract, answering reporters' questions, interviewing, and socializing with friends of the opposite sex all require my prior consent..."

"Don't go too far, APLUS!"

"Huh?" Song Ya raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, okay, really, I lost to you this time." She even agreed.

"The last condition, you tell me honestly, who encouraged you to do this."

"No one, it's my own idea..."

"Okay, very good, since you still want to protect others, then I have no choice." Song Ya changed his face on the spot and left the study.

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