"what's up?"
"Song Asheng and Goodman are looking for you. He is in the study."
"Oh, let him wait for me for a while."
With such a large sum of money, just the finishing part of the financial and legal work is not a small project. After a good bath, he put on a bathrobe and saw Song Asheng in the study.
"Lao Song, this is your victory too. Don't be so busy. Let's rest for a few days."
He looked at the two holding the file and smiled.
"Get used to it, boss. Your two company accounts have already received money, so in terms of tax payment, next year's tax season..."
Song Asheng set up the documents, and the three of them finished their business. "I heard the latest news. It has nothing to do with you, the boss, but..." Goodman hesitated.
"Let's talk, they are all so familiar."
"AW Company fired Will. Starting next year, he will no longer be a local consultant for the Barn Chemicals acquisition." Goodman said, "Hamlin intends to take over."
"why?"
Song Ya was a little surprised, "Did the acquisition of Barn Chemical not proceed smoothly?"
"Very unsuccessful, the spin-off has not been completed, and many equipment have not been shipped to China, and the fired workers are not willing to give up." Goodman said: "Edward, who had a good relationship with Will, treated him very much. Not satisfied..."
"Can Hamlin do it? He doesn't have the energy of Will Gardner in Chicago. I heard that Will often plays basketball with the local judge." Song Ya shook his head. He was not optimistic about Hamlin's entry into that game.
"I can't get it...hehe, it's not our lawyer's business, right?"
Goodman smiled: "Will didn't get it done, but he was full of this acquisition. AW Investment Company was sucked millions of dollars by Lockhart and Gardner Law Firm and Will personally. We don’t need your help. Just ask Barn and Edward to come out for a meal and play golf. The rest of Hamlin finds a way by himself. Now AW Investment Company is very good.”
It turns out that he and Hamlin have taken a fancy to their personal relationship with Old Barn and Edward, and want to be the second vampire after Will...
"I can help with this kind of favor, but..."
"But the people on Wall Street are not stupid idiots who are slaughtered." Song Asheng said for him. "You wait and see, Will Gardner takes a few million for nothing and gets away easily? Don't even think about it. ."
"That's between them, and it has nothing to do with us, doesn't it?" Goodman asked back.
"Okay, okay, just make an appointment for a meal, I can still do it."
Song Ya agreed.
"New York Mayor's Office." Taraji probed in.
Song Ya and Goodman Song Asheng looked at each other, wondering why Dingkins' office came to him at this time.
"Turn in, no, wait, call Yeremov over."
When Yeremov arrived, Songya asked Taraji to transfer the call and press the speakerphone.
"APLUS?" A middle-aged man's voice came in, Song Ya heard that Dingkins's assistant, "Mr. Mayor will give a speech at the New Year's Eve party, we need you to stand behind him. And give support after the speech."
"Support? In what way?"
"It's not convenient to say on the phone, I'm almost outside your door." The other party said.
"Okay." Song Ya hung up and called Michelle before anyone came.
"Dingkins’s campaign situation is very severe. His opponent, Giuliani of the Elephant Party, is holding onto the deteriorating law and order. Giuliani himself has a strong judicial background. He has served as the Deputy Attorney General of the United States and South New York. District federal prosecutors tend to implement an iron-fisted governance model for cities."
Michelle said, "The security in the three major cities of New York, Chicago, and Los Angeles are all deteriorating. People are now starting to look at conservatives..."
"I see, thank you Michelle." He called Federal Member Underwood again.
"Dingkins?"
Underwood said: "He is like an ostrich with its head in the sand, turning a blind eye to security issues, and still talking about multiculturalism..."
Song Ya remembers the last time he was at Howard University. Because of Dingkins, this guy came here to show his favor. He didn't expect that in half a year, he had already dismissed Dingkins. This political animal has the most sensitive sense of smell, Ding. Kings' re-election is absolutely dangerous.
"But you don't have to choose APLUS. Support him. Even if you don't become the mayor of New York, he will have a good place to go." Underwood said at last.
Also, Song Ya's current political relations are all in the Donkey Party. He really has no choice. Who can he support if he doesn't support Dingkins? However, the support cannot be so strong. He remembered that the Chinese painter and Yeremov had expressed their dissatisfaction with Dingkins the last time Dingkins came here for a dinner party...
"This guy is an idiot!" Yeremov still thought that way.
"People are here." Taraji walked in with an assistant Dingkins.
On the last day of 1991, Song Ya and Mariah Carey gave a wonderful performance in Times Square. Before the countdown to the New Year’s Eve of the Big Apple, Dingkins gave a speech, still talking the old way. Talk about multiculturalism. However, his so-called multicultural views caused a large influx of Hispanics and African descent, and urban security has plummeted. The black man who murdered a young Chinese female painter in Times Square was finally given a light sentence on the grounds of psychological problems ~www.mtlnovel.com~ It is really unfair.
On the TV screen, Song Ya was standing behind him, listening attentively throughout the entire process. He did not nod with a smile as requested by the other's assistant and applauded from time to time. Finally, before Dingkins stepped down, he finished the process of hugging and shaking hands and retreated to the back row. , And did not hold hands together as the other party wanted to signal to the people at the scene.
"I'm too tired, can you say sorry to Mr. Mayor for me? Yes, I almost passed out at the time. It may be the cause of hypoglycemia. For the perfect performance, I have not eaten or drank since the morning. water……"
In the car back to Tribeca, Song Ya perfunctorily finished the mayor’s assistant and hung up his phone. He saw Hayden sitting next to him smiling at a newspaper, his face flushed.
"What's wrong? So happy?" Song Ya asked.
"Hahaha!" Hayden handed the newspaper to Song Ya, "Well, that old lady in the Upper East Side, do you remember? High society..." He couldn't catch his breath.
Song Ya certainly remembered, "Ms. Fleming? What happened to her?"
"look by youself."
Song Ya looked at the newspaper in his hand, "The tycoon Henry Terman decided to dismiss all editors and staff of the American music magazine with a history of over a hundred years, including the well-known editor-in-chief Ms. Shirley Fleming, who has served the magazine for decades. Liga Magazine has only been retained as its only profitable annual list of classical music, and has been merged into another comprehensive magazine under Litman...'
"Puff! Admission ticket to upper class ah?"
Song Ya laughed at the time. The more he and Hayden laughed, the louder they laughed, "Is it the toilet paper of the upper class? I will throw it away when I use it! Hahaha!"
In the end, both of them couldn't stop. "My stomach hurts a bit." Hayden hugged his stomach and burst into tears.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 223: 1 floor
"Okay, okay, don't laugh at Ms. Fleming. She is too old for her age, and it is probably not good now. Does this news mean that I have a chance to get the American Music Magazine again?"
After finally stopping, Song Ya quickly thought of this, "Or, would you help me contact Litman?"
"It's okay to contact him, but are you confident that you can save such a deadly niche magazine? ABC can't do it, nor can it buy ABC's Metropolitan Communications Company. Litman still can't do anything about financial resources and management. Ability, you are completely incomparable with them. Besides, the paper media is declining now..." Hayden replied.