Chapter 913 Buy Him for 10 Million Yuan

"Are you familiar with Jordan Belfort? The king of Wall Street junk stocks."

He decided to ask O'Grady again, "Has he had any troubles lately, or any dangerous lawsuits?"

"I know this guy. Fujibi magazine used to call him the Robin Hood of the stock market. Ha, those editors really know how to play with words. Robin Hood is not a law-abiding person."

O'Grady said with a smile: "He has never been less troubled. Since the late 1980s, he has been sued by clients who lost money, by his peers, and by regulators. It is more dangerous for him, um... This year, the National Association of Securities Dealers (NASD) is suing his Stratton Oakmont financial company, and it is very firm, and it should have a lot of evidence."

"What's the game? What's his financial company's game?" Song Ya asked.

"If I knew, I would have disclosed the news to NASD. In short, it should be some tricks to deceive investors and manipulate stock prices. He is actually just a fringe figure on Wall Street, and the funds under his management are at most... billions?"

O'Grady also reminded Picower, "Just don't have an intersection with someone like him."

"Of course." Song Yatuo thought for a while, and his mind was completely settled.

It should be just a coincidence. Whether it is an apocalypse movie or a song, not all of them are so closely related to the situation at that time. Jordan Belfort's gameplay is not comparable to that of the chairman of Nasdaq.

"All right, Mr. O'Grady."

Several young people with the ID badges of the IT department of Northern Trust pinned to their chests greeted each other and walked out of the study one by one.

"Okay, APLUS, come on, let me teach you how to use it."

O'Grady walked over and sat in Song Ya's seat, "Well, you set up a password first." He tapped on the keyboard and began to demonstrate how to use the Bloomberg terminal.

This PC-like thing is only rented and not sold, and the rent is not cheap. In addition to browsing and checking the stock market, you can also see Bloomberg news. His family’s domestic and international events and financial news are pushed quickly, concisely, and highly credible. Professional companies basically use it.

"You do it, enter the stock code...that's...right."

O'Grady gave up his seat and taught him by hand. Song Ya learned quickly, "You are such a genius APLUS, haha...huh?" He was praising, when suddenly a $5 bill fell on the carpet out of the corner of his eye, and he bent over to pick it up Get up and put it on the table.

Song Yahe stood in front of the honor corner of the study,

Ms. Sloan, who was concentrating on playing with the statuette, looked at each other and stuffed the money into her pocket.

"Okay, Nasnac is about to enter the call auction, you come to watch the order, and I'll be in charge of making calls." O'Grady dialed the landline.

Today is the day when YAHOO goes public. After investing in Madoff Fund, Song Ya still has 10 million idle funds left. He decided to follow the familiarity when using YAHOO search. It doesn’t matter if he missed the early investment. He simply bought him in the open market. Tens of millions of dollars.

"As long as Internet companies go public, they will be favored by the market. This time I will not make the mistake of estimating the stock price trend on the first day of Netscape." O'Grady said with the microphone under his neck: "The issue price is thirteen yuan, at least it can be sold today." Doubling it?"

"I don't care about it, in short, I will eat it as soon as possible later, and I will hold it for a long time after the warehouse is built." Song Ya ordered.

"To be honest, APLUS, your long-term determination to hold stocks is inferior to mine. In fact, the market is showing signs of overheating this year, except for Apple..." O'Grady complimented.

"It's agreed not to mention Apple."

"OK, OK."

O'Grady began to concentrate on controlling the traders of Northern Trust. The stock price of an Internet company with no income and no profit point was soaring. Netscape sold more than one million copies of software last year, and its operating income exceeded six. Surely.

"It's done, we can open the champagne."

Playing finance is an incentive. After about 20 minutes, the trader has swept 10 million dollars worth of stocks in the market. The average cost per share is 22 dollars, accounting for about 0.038% of Yahoo's total share capital. The approach, as in the case of Netscape's IPO, was to start with little selling.

After closing the deal, YAHOO's stock price continued to rise, and the investment had already begun to make money, so O'Grady wanted to open champagne.

"no problem."

There is a party in the Highland Manor today. In order to cover Halle Berry, who has been clamoring to come, it was only in the morning, and the staff of the party company were already busy inside and outside the villa. Song Ya accompanied O'Grady and Ms. Sloan to the bar in the lobby Before, the bartender was not at work yet, so he poured champagne for them by himself.

"Will DeLay negotiate with YAHOO and Infoseek for the Sunnyvale land sale next?" asked O'Grady.

"Yes, our governor's wife has gone to Silicon Valley."

Song Ya smiled and said, Alicia went with her own mission. The American music website urgently needs the land transfer fee. According to De Lay's idea, the more expensive the sale, the better, but I don't want him to mess up the relationship with YAHOO too stiff.

The subtleties are inconvenient to say to O'Grady, an irrelevant person.

"It's time to go to the shooting range, boss." Mawota came over to report: "The firearms instructor of the Blade Warrior will also come today."

"Well, right now."

Song Ya raised his neck, not wasting every drop of wine in the glass. At this time, the phone rang, and he answered it himself without an assistant by his side these days, and it was Mira's number, "Huh?" He gurgled and rinsed with champagne mouth.

"I'm almost at your house! I drove here alone, black Dodge!" Mira's excited voice came from the receiver.

"puff……"

He almost sprayed O'Grady with a sip of wine, and was choked to cough, "cough cough, uh, cough, why didn't you say hello..."

"Open the door, I'm here! There are so many paparazzi in front of your house..."

"Okay, okay...Mawota, let them open the gate of the manor."

Song Ya had no choice but to wait at the gate of the villa. Sure enough, a very ordinary black Dodge drove over from a distance.

"Let me think..."

Ms. Sloan said behind him: "APLUS is actually a very long-lasting man. He has always been in love with his old love. After divorcing with DIVA, he reconciled at the speed of light. How about posting the PR draft like this?"

Yin and Yang strange? Saying goodbye to the big tree, the troubles in the forest came back soon. Song Ya began to imagine the scene when Harley arrived in the afternoon, and her head hurt a little...

It was the first time for Mira to come here, and Mira didn't know the road inside the manor, so she turned around and drove directly to the garage. Today, it was raining moderately in Chicago, so Mawota ran over to let her stop and opened the door for her.

The big white girl with a short leather jacket, skinny jeans, a men's top hat, and sunglasses got out of the car. After all, she is a supermodel, and she looks stylish in casual outfits, even taking into account the camouflage.

"In order not to attract attention, I deliberately booked a flight to Milwaukee, and then rented a car from there..."

Mira came trotting all the way under the protection of Mawota's umbrella, "The paparazzi at your door didn't react." She proudly took off her top hat and sunglasses, shaking her head to spread out her long hair coiled in the hat , "The windows of the car I rented are very dark, and it's fine if I don't get caught by the flashlight...uh."

Before she finished speaking, she saw people coming and going in the hall, and the employees of the party company who were betting on her.

"There's no need to be so careful, I said it doesn't matter."

Song Ya put her arms around her waist, "Let me introduce you to O'Grady from the Northern Trust, and Ms. Sloan, my public relations and political consultant."

"Hi." She shook hands generously.

"Go in and talk, by the way, have you got the role yet?"

"Got it! Heroine!"

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