Jim Clark patted his shoulder to encourage him, "How are you going to modify this place?" Then he turned off the topic.
Song Ya is indeed not in high spirits and has a lot of thoughts, because today is April 30, 2000, and the Silicon Valley tycoons let themselves be the last day before the deadline for the ultimatum to be passed on to Peter.
Peter ignored the deadline he had given him. This time he didn’t know if he would continue to insist. He was waiting. He also knew why Jim Clark, who was visiting with great interest, came here. After one in the evening, tomorrow Jim is right. He might not be so friendly.
"Uh... the TV is replaced by a plasma, and the screen is bigger."
He didn’t plan to spend much money on refitting. This was not about decorating the house. It had to take into account all aspects of navigational safety, and just spent tens of millions of dollars on it. He randomly picked a few places to advise the people of the refitting company. "Are there the initials of Paul Allen's name on the backrests of these sofas? Change it too...I will change it with the paint and the full sound system. I'm not satisfied."
"Okay, okay..." The other party took notes carefully.
"Sorry, I'll answer the call." Song Ya saw the number on the phone handed by the agent Hayden, walked through the narrow cabin, walked into the bedroom, closed the door, "Jenny? Is there anything wrong?"
"So you bought... which one?"
Jennifer Connelly, who was in Los Angeles, just saw the news that Song Ya was receiving the plane from the station. She instantly recalled the experience of returning from Venice on this huge, slender and beautiful plane with Hallie, and immediately made up for the picture. Li is standing in front of the plane’s RR engine, the tall man smiling brightly at the camera, spending billions of dollars, just for the motivation to keep witnesses of his first good experience in his hands...
This extremely romantic act accurately hit her young girl's heart. While playing with the necklace around her neck, she twisted her legs and asked sweetly while pinching her throat.
"Uh...no, another one of the same style. I don't want the one Paul Allen used to carry the horse." The man's voice came from the earpiece.
"Oh."
It is also considered the same one, the former owner, the exterior painting, as if the factory year and batch are the same, she comforts herself.
"What have you been up to lately?" the man asked.
"Auditions, announcements, advertisements...that's all," she replied.
"If you need to use this plane in the future, please tell me, or Hayden will do."
The man didn't chuckle as usual. He didn't even mention the journey from Venice back to the rice field. "But it will take a while and it needs to be sent for modification."
"OK, I will."
She started to make up for the man's feelings of venting shopping after losing a lot of money. While empathizing, she also understood the other person's indifferent attitude, "Would you not bother you for now?"
"Okay, I'm sorry Jenny, I have been too busy this time, let's meet after some time?"
"Well, don't tire yourself too much..." She said softly goodbye.
"Goodbye."
Song Yagang hung up and the ringtone rang again. It was from his ex-wife, "Mimi?"
"Lend me! Lend me!" Mariah Carey yelled on the other side of the phone, "It just so happens that I will fly to Tokyo in a few days!"
"What to borrow?! Haven't started refitting yet!" Song Ya retorted, pulling the phone away from her ears at the same time.
"Isn't the modification started yet? I thought my old lady didn't understand private jets!?"
"Don't make trouble for no reason!"
"Who made trouble unreasonably, and you still have reason to lose so much money?"
"I am losing my own money..."
"Humph!"
Noisy brain hurts...
Then Mira said, "Ahhhhhhh! You are so sweet!" She screamed excitedly on the other side of the phone, and she should have seen the news just now.
"..."
My Beverly Hills mansion still wants a Mao 757? It was really Ms. Mao, Song Ya cleverly fooled her over, took off the caressing bed sheet, sat up and returned to the meeting room.
"Look at this APLUS." Jim Clark is watching the latest issue of The magazine.
‘New York State Attorney General Eliot Spitzer is expected to be selected by Gore as his running mate...’
Song Ya frowned when he saw it. Spitzer, who was nicknamed the'Wall Street Sheriff', was not liked by the financial industry. It was a catastrophe that everyone in the corporate and securities circles avoided. Some Wall Street people even described it exaggeratedly. "God blessed to get out of Spitzer's office", the Elephant Party called it "the donkey party's tentacles reaching out to Wall Street" and the most dangerous weapon in the donkey party's arsenal.
Spitzer is still one of the few politicians who don’t have to rely on the sponsor. His father is a Jewish real estate in New York, a financier, and a minority shareholder of Morgan Bank. His father helped him out at least five million dollars in the last election, and he can no longer be a politician It's a big deal to go back to inherit the family business, so he can be so selfless, honest and self-discipline to Wall Street, known as'Mr. Clean'.
If Gore chooses this kind of person as his campaign partner, the bailout pledge he issued before would be nothing more than a fart to fool people.
"The Elephant Party wants to stir the muddy water?" Song Ya threw the magazine on the conference table casually.
"The is the oldest continuously published weekly magazine in the United States. No matter what it says, it will still cause a lot of negative effects."
Jim Clark also doesn't think this will come true. "But...before the issue is switched to the running mates of the bipartisan candidates, we have to solve the problem APLUS. Will there be results today? Both of them happen to be in Washington."
"I know, go back and talk, we have prepared a welcome dinner Jim for you."
Song Ya knew that Peter had asked to meet Gore alone. Today, both Gore and Peter are in Washington. It is the last day of the deadline and the best time to compromise. That's why Jim Clark said that.
Of course Jim Clark shouldn't know about Peter's request to meet.
Little Daley’s camp also doesn’t know, but Little Daley’s brother, Gore’s campaign manager, can feel a little under long-term close observation, "The deputy commander leads the student, is there an arrangement for the evening?"
"Yes, stay with the children."
Gore knew that the little Daley camp was very upset, and he deliberately compromised, so he left the White House casually and got rid of the opponent smoothly.
He did go back to accompany his wife and children, and at the last minute, he was still hesitating.
"The Elephant Party accuses you of choosing Spitzer as a running mate for the complete destruction of Wall Street."
My wife had just finished reading FOX News and asked worriedly: "Will it cause trouble for the campaign?"
"No, I will clarify with Spitzer at the same time tomorrow...How could it be possible to choose a New York State Attorney General as the future deputy commander? This kind of rumor won't last long." Gore replied.
"That partner, will it be Peter?" His wife knew that he had an appointment with Peter tonight and was helping to cover it up.
"Don't be kidding, it's totally impossible."
Choose a governor who is 1.9 meters tall, has the face of an old-fashioned movie star, has a strong personality, and is scandal-ridden? Gore shook his head, but he was also worried that Peter would offer this price that he couldn't agree to tonight, and there would be no change at that time.
Anyway, see each other first! It was late at the mansion before he made up his mind to go out again.
"APLUS keeps calling, that kid is really anxious."
At the same time, Peter’s chief of staff and campaign manager also reported: “Today he received Paul Allen’s 757 news. I recognized Jim Clark and some other Silicon Valley executives. If you can’t negotiate tonight... it’s over. They have an ultimatum."