MC poured the water on his head and became sober and ignored those people, "You all made money through me~www.mtlnovel.com~ We made money, but what about you!? You made countless times that of us! Where is your wealth?" Linda shouted at him: "Those horses? Wine? Cars? By the way, where's your car!?"
She ran to the garage and went around, "Where did that Ferrari go? I saw it here yesterday!"
"Uh, I seem, I seem to..." MC shook his head and recalled. For a long time, he couldn't explain clearly, but he threw the water on his head all over Song Ya.
"He lost the key to Ego." The cleaner of the stables followed and replied to help.
"Go find Igo to come back! He is just a follower of your cousin!" Linda took out the phone on the table and stuffed it into his hand. "And the things you gave to your cousins and uncles, all To come back, it adds up to a lot of money!"
"I gave it to him, okay? It's embarrassing to come back with the gift." MC replied.
"You're already bankrupt, don't you know that you have lost all your meters in shame?" Linda said: "Go and get back! That car can save you a lot of money, at this time! They! What about people? They should all be by your side now!" She ran to the bankers and withdrew a document from them, "Keep these valuable investments! Use cars, wine, TV stations and even houses!"
"Fxxk, let me die!" MC picked up the bottle and started filling it again.
A smile appeared on the faces of the surrounding bankers, "Linda, return it to me, he must sign these documents today, okay?" The man reached out for it.
Song Ya felt MC's body slipping down, too lazy to hold him, and threw him back to the recliner, "Linda, you can't help."
Linda had to return the files and looked at the MC who was drunk again into a puddle of mud, disappointed, "Let's go, APLUS."
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 442: Ruthless APLUS
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"Why didn't you see the servants?" Song Ya asked Linda in the car, "Didn't the media say there are more than one hundred servants?"
"Exaggerated rumors, like fifteen cars when you travel."
Linda replied: "Most of them have already been disbanded. At the peak, the total number is indeed more than 100, but it will not be all over here. Racecourses, holiday villas, etc., all need people..."
"The horse farm? Isn't that the stable we saw just now?" Song Ya asked.
"This is just a part. Horse racing is a very professional and money-burning sport APLUS. Top stallions, jockeys, horse breeders and trainers are all very expensive..." Linda replied.
"What about the prize money?"
"Hehe..." Linda smiled, "The bonus is not enough for his fraction of the horse betting loss."
"Then why is he playing this?"
"He said he wanted to play the sports that the white aristocrats played, horse racing, fox hunting, etc., like the British royal family."
When the car drove out of the manor, Song Ya looked back. This mentality is very common among blacks. When there is no money, he sneers at the movements that white people think of as aristocratic. Once developed, he is very keen to rush into the fair. I can't wait to wash myself immediately into the so-called high-ranking person.
"Then he can't blame anyone for bankruptcy," Song Ya said.
"Uh, in fact, he didn't put all his money into the water. This villa, as well as some fixed assets and luxury goods, have made money, and even that TV station has development opportunities. Uh..."
Linda hesitated and said, "APLUS, you are my employer now. Although it may be presumptuous to do so, I still hope you can help him and accept some of his high-quality assets, so as to save the bank from using ultra-low mortgages. The price gets back. So you have money to make, and I can help him one last time before leaving."
"I don't want to have anything to do with Linda with him. I don't want to mix up with this kind of small bargain. I don't want to be robbed when I get the chance. He will not necessarily thank me in the future, although I bid more than the bank."
Song Ya broke the conversation, "What do you mean by saying that his TV station has development opportunities?"
"Recently, digital TV is developing rapidly. You know, what kind of new synchronous satellites? Cable television giants, such as TCI’s John Malone, are engaging in means such as a plan to purchase 500 units at a time for subscribers to deal with new competition. In order to enrich the channel resources, some local small and medium TV stations have successively received good quotations." Linda said.
"John Malone, is that John Malone who gave Roberto Johnson the BET resources?"
"Yes, people call him the godfather of cable television."
Song Ya thought for a while: "Forget it, even if I buy it, I won't get involved in another black singer's industry. I can understand your mentality of helping him for the last time before leaving, but you'd better start now. Just stand in my own interests and consider issues wholeheartedly, otherwise I will fire you mercilessly."
"Okay, sorry APLUS." Linda apologized quickly: "I have to say that you are much smarter and more self-disciplined than him as the rumors are. Okay, let him go, what is my first task?"
"It's too early to talk about this. You go to Chicago to meet my lawyer Goodman. After completing the routine legal and physical examinations, sign a non-disclosure agreement that may be a bit harsh, and then you come back here." Song Ya smiled at her: "It's all routine procedures, don't worry too much."
"Okay..." Linda was speechless, "Okay."
She broke up with Linda who was returning home to go to Chicago and returned to the hotel. Taraji had already been waiting there. "I heard you found a new assistant?" she asked.
"Not only an assistant, Linda will also share part of Yeremov's work in the record company." Song Ya knew what she was nervous about, "I need people by my side, and it's indispensable for a moment."
"But if I can't get the role..." Taraji said.
"You can't take advantage of Taraji on both sides. I persuaded you when you insisted on acting, remember?" Song Ya sat down and began to deal with the backlog of documents, "rest assured, if you are willing to come back and help me, assistant The position remains yours."
"You are so ruthless APLUS." Taraji complained.
"I take it as a compliment." Called Goodman to talk about Linda's entry, and asked about the business progress of several of his companies. Song Ya carefully read the Palm report, picked up the phone book, and found Jie Free Hawkins’ number was dialed. “Our PDA products will be available in August, right? Will not be changed? I saw Jobs yesterday...Which Steve Jobs? Jobs who founded Apple, he let our products go on the market Send a sample to his Pixar animation studio. Ask for the address yourself."
"Uh, APLUS, our products may not be mass-produced, even Apple's PDA has failed, so..." Jeffrey Hawkins said hesitantly.
"Are you serious?" Song Ya immediately changed his voice: "So my investment is going to be lost, right?"
"No! No!" Jeffrey Hawkins quickly defended, "Our hardware products may fail, but the company can survive..."
"How to maintain? Are there interested Series B investors? Or do you want money from me?"
"No, it won't..."
"Ha!" Song Ya sneered.
"That's it. The operating system and a series of software we developed for PDAs are of interest to many companies. They uh... they are willing to entrust us to write special software for their hardware devices, so... you don't have to worry about the company's revenue ."
"Jeffrey, let's make it clear that I will go to Silicon Valley to see the PDA prototype in a few days, and will bring the financial staff, let them help me see where you spend my money."
"Okay, okay, we've been spending money carefully, don't worry."
"I won't find any executive vacation bills or the like?"
"No, er, there are so many, but that is the normal welfare of employees! Ok... That's it~www.mtlnovel.com~ I am waiting for you in Sunnyvale."