"There is always a huge gap between ideal and reality." Pierre Sutton did not answer directly.
"I won't show you those things. I know. You will turn around with our offer today and ask Quincy Jones if they want to match. I must have reservations."
Song Ya shook his head, "But you can submit a document in advance stating which non-performing assets cannot be moved, or to what extent it can be moved~www.mtlnovel.com~ OK, I will, thank you APLUS." Pierre Sutton agreed.
"This kid really wasn't built."
After sending off Song Ya and his party, the Inner City Broadcasting Company's own people continued to meet, "No wonder he will become famous at a young age. He got a singer contract similar to MCHammer from Sony Columbia Records and defeated in the internal struggle of the record company. Motula has become one of the youngest self-made billionaires." The manager of the New York main station sighed repeatedly.
"You don't want to jump to work for him like those in Washington, do you?" Pierre muttered silently.
"Me? Haha, hehe, no, don't be so sensitive Pierre."
The manager laughed. "So should we talk to Russell Simmons next?"
"That idiot hasn't settled the matter of the proportion of investment on his side..." Pierre Sutton replied with great grievance: "But there is no way, call him, we need him now."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 730: ? Ability to burn money
Latest website: "Mr. Dingkins, Russell Simmons has just submitted their offer."
Dingkins teaches at Columbia University during the day and has a regular talk show at the New York Main Station in the evening. He comes almost every day. The next day Pierre Sutton waited for him quickly and reported excitedly: "Three thousand Wan has injected capital, 30% of the equity, four directors and chairman of the board, they also demanded the right to dispose of non-performing assets."
"Let me see."
The old man shook after receiving the file, "So thin?"
"It's not easy for them. Only last night they decided on the proportion of investment, and they will quote today." Pierre Sutton explained.
"Ok."
Dingkins put on reading glasses and studied it carefully, "Did you disclose to them what APLUS submitted? I think this quote is a copy." Those who have been the mayor of New York cannot hide this trick from him. .
"It was not completely handed over to them. The capital injection documents submitted to us by APLUS consisted of several cartons. I only gave a summary." Pierre Sutton laughed.
"So Russell Simmons also copied a summary? Unfortunately, this is not a bid. He also cleverly increased the quotation slightly and asked for equity to be lowered to ensure that he could win the bid..."
Dingkins finished reading the three simple papers quickly. "The abilities of the two sides are too much different from Pierre. Although APLUS is a little harsher, it is really working hard..."
"Isn't this more detrimental to us? Russell Simmons is much easier to deal with than him, and it is indeed a good thing to ask for a lower equity."
Pierre Sutton said.
"I'm done politically. Your father was done politically in the 1970s. Rangel is no longer the same with us except the Apollo Theater. All the political hopes of our group rest on little Patterson alone. He is just an ordinary senator in New York State, and his eye disease is getting worse."
Dingkins sighed, "Inner City Broadcasting Corporation can't continue the previous model. You and I know this well. If you just want to maintain it, 30 million won't help us much."
"Russell Simmons has more affection for the Apollo Theater. He is a musician in New York. He loves Manhattan and Harlem. He is willing to do everything possible to help us keep the Apollo Theater."
Pierre Sutton continued to persuade, "And APLUS firmly doesn't want to take the risk of the Apollo Theater. At this point, glaring Wrangell's pass cannot pass."
"Ok."
Now Dingkins was persuaded, thinking about taking up the document in his hand and reading it again, "What's the proportion of Russell Simmons' capital? He accounts for 51%, Quincy Jones accounts for 100%. Thirty percent. Some other friends in the circle share 4%. This engineering construction company accounts for 15%? Wait, I seem to remember this construction company..."
Dingkins glared at Pierre Sutton, picked up the landline and dialed, "Let the city police commissioner answer the phone. There is no appointment. I am Dingkins."
"This is just an investment..." Pierre Sutton looked at the old man beggingly.
"Hey, it's me, do you know... the construction company? Behind them is... OK, I see."
Dingkins hung up the phone angrily, "We can't accept Italian money. This construction company is a business opened by the black party after whitewashing and landing. You tell Russell Simmons, I don't care how he gets in touch with Italians. Yes, but either change the investor in this part or withdraw!"
"The Italians don't like Giuliani, just like us." Pierre Sutton also wanted to save it.
"So? Giuliani is indeed an enemy, but after all, he still dare not do anything to us blacks for the time being. If we take money from the Italians, it would be almost equivalent to declaring war... He has been fighting the Mafia for decades."
Dingkins is very clear-headed.
"Russell Simmons said that it was introduced by Motula, and Motula assured that the source of funds is okay."
Pierre Sutton said.
"Tommy Motula? It turned out to be the anti-APLUS alliance?" Dingkins still shook his head. "Our power can't be used to target the young African-American light. Don't get us in the end like MJ and Simpson. The collective embarrassment."
"APLUS's treatment of Russell Simmons and Quincy Jones is not much better. He has done a lot of things against them and LLCoolJ recently."
Pierre Sutton asked, "Aren't these people the light of African descent?"
Dingkins hesitated again, "So, in short, the two groups of people competing with each other are beneficial to us. You can tell APLUS about this matter again, and let's talk about the price."
"That's what I think."
Pierre Sutton was finally satisfied.
"Wait, I will call APLUS myself, right now."
Dingkins dialed Song Ya's cell phone again, "Linda? This is Dingkins, where is APLUS?"
"Hello Mr. Dingkins."
The mobile phone was delivered to Song Ya.
"I understand. I will discuss the new quotation with the law firm in charge of this matter." Song Ya said after listening to Dingkins's euphemism.
"Please pay attention to APLUS. We don't want any restrictions on the Apollo Theater. This is the bottom line." Dingkins warned.
"Ok."
Song Ya hung up the phone, "Alicia, Russell Simmons also took action over there, what should I do?"
"We said before and firmly maintain the offer. Inner City Broadcasters cannot easily use our competition with Russell Simmons to profit."
Alicia said, "Didn't you say that you are not very interested in capitalizing yourself?"
"The opposing faction has added another enemy of mine."
Song Ya said.
"You have a lot of enemies." Alicia smiled and lifted the glass. "Considering that you are only twenty years old, maybe you should consider tempering your temper?"
"It's almost twenty-one." Song Ya also smiled.
"Oh, you can't drink for now." She jokingly reached out to grab the glass in Song Ya's hand.
"Hey, it's okay to have two drinks with you."
Song Ya subconsciously squeezed her wrist, she tried to break free, the two of you came and I got involved.
"So what should we do now?"
Ms. Sloan, who was standing next to her, swept their eyes for a few rounds and then suddenly spoke. Song Ya quickly let go and took a sip of wine with Alicia to dilute the weak ambiguity.
The Motula guy suddenly got rid of the wiretapping case without knowing how, and now he is starting to be a demon again. It is not good news for him to join forces with Quincy Jones and others, "Inner City Broadcasting Company, Inner City Broadcasting Company..." Song Ya muttered to herself, making repeated choices, and finally Oprah's little handle had the upper hand, "Give the spare offer to the past."