Song Ya walked upstairs to the master bedroom.
"Boss, Peter and Alicia gave another public speech today..." Linda stopped him.
"Oh, let's take a look."
Song Ya asked her to turn on the TV and play the recording from the Chicago TV station.
"My husband, although he has shown some bad behaviors towards society, I still firmly believe that he is an upright person. He has served the community and voters for many years, fighting crime..."
Alicia dressed a little smarter today, and got rid of the image of a housewife that was always deliberately revealed in front of the camera. She stood in front of the podium and talked sincerely. Peter held his son with one hand and his daughter with the other. , Standing solemnly beside her, and Peter's mother Jackie on the other side.
"He has already obtained the forgiveness of Jackie and my children. I implore the majority of voters to give him another chance. Trust him, believe us, we will continue to unite and cooperate...to serve the people of Chicago and Illinois..."
Her speech was very wonderful and in place. Of course, Song Yaman's mind was full of the wild her in the freight elevator. The greater the difference between the image of her and the good wife in front of the TV, the more wonderful and exciting his feeling...
"Thank you everyone." After the end, she choked and wiped the corners of her eyes, then hugged Peter, and then stood shoulder to shoulder with the child and Jackie, cuddling to listen to Peter's follow-up speech, "Ladies and gentlemen, I..."
Now when Peter opened Song Ya, he wanted to laugh, "Turn it off, Linda." Just let Linda turn off the TV.
"If Alicia becomes a politician, it's probably not bad."
Ms. Sloan, who doesn’t know the inside story, commented from her professional perspective: “Peter does not move out of her, otherwise the focus of public attention will remain on the topical photos. The worse Peter does, the more disgusting. People's psychology will become more and more inclined to love and support her, a good wife."
"Can Peter save the points?" Song Ya asked.
"Peter asked his wife to come out to help with crisis public relations this time... Well, it was timely, but nothing new. Reagan's wife, Nancy, is a good image of a perfect wife next to her husband. It is rumored that more wives of the current chief have this. meaning……"
Sloan said: "Of course it is impossible to completely restore the public image. After all, those photos of Peter..."
Song Ya finally laughed, and she also laughed, "But fortunately, Peter took a big lead before, and Chicago is also the iron vote area of the Donkey Party. Even if the people don’t like him, they don’t necessarily vote for him. Opponents, the Donkey Party, will definitely be able to dig out the other side's black material, which will offset the scandal of Peter."
"Voters cannot choose the most suitable one, so they can only vote for the least bad ~www.mtlnovel.com~ right?" Song Ya asked.
"That's it." Sloan nodded.
"Well, I'll go to bed, good night." Song Ya hugged the elite professional woman, and then went upstairs alone with a yawn.
The next day was the same meeting, quarreling, and then the reception, briefing and other communication were held normally. Song Ya was too busy. Anyway, raising the price would not be able to intervene. Just work hard and fulfill your obligations, but Nigel He has memorized more and more of the serial articles of Luo Ponti, which is a bit of gain.
It was only a few days before the listing. Everyone continued to argue with each other, but they were all tired and time was not allowed to be delayed any longer.
"APLUS, APLUS?"
Mark Anderson, who had just arrived in New York today, woke him up while he was taking a nap, "The meeting is over."
"How to say?"
"The underwriter has accepted our plan in its entirety, and the issue price will be $28."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 748: ?Netscape Moments
"I appreciate your ambition, raise prices, and expand circulation..."
The listing day was just around the corner. In the last reception, Song Ya finally got in front of Madoff, the chairman of the NASDAQ exchange, who had always been well-known, and the old man was holding a wine glass to affirm and encourage Jim Clark’s price increase behavior. "There are still five or six Internet companies going public during the year. If Netscape's IPO is a success, it will give the market the best booster."
"So everyone will support us, right?"
Mark Anderson asked.
"Almost so, but the market is changing rapidly, and I can hardly tell." Madoff patted his arm. "But get ready, rock star, you will be another new multimillionaire in the United States tomorrow."
In order to promote Netscape, Jim Clark and Bucksd gave Mark Anderson the hat of a technological hero. They faced Bill Gates and Jobs. Both of them and KPCB retreated behind the scenes. They were willing to build momentum for Mark Anderson, so Madoff Would call him a rock star.
But Song Ya knows that this rock star is far less gold than Bill Gates and Jobs. After all, the majority of shares are in the hands of Jim Clark, not even as much as himself. "Hey hey, I can rest assured Mr. Madoff with your words." He laughed and intervened in the conversation: "I admire you very much, introduce myself..."
"Haha, that's not necessary. You are very good APLUS. You are a lucky young man." The gray-haired Jewish financial tycoon shook hands with him politely. "I heard that the delayed listing of DTS is also related to you?" Mai Asked the Astoria.
"Uh, I'm just one of the minority shareholders. DTS is currently in a bit of trouble. We are waiting for the outcome of the September DVD and SD alliance negotiations."
Song Ya didn’t want to talk about DTS at this time. There was a rare opportunity. He just said what he wanted, “That’s it, I still have some idle funds in my hand, and I’m a bit confused about the stock market recently. Maybe your foundation can accept me. ..."
"Haha..."
Madoff laughed again, glanced at the others around him, and changed the subject, "Are you not optimistic about the stock market?"
"With all due respect, the recent rise is indeed a bit crazy. The market value of Microsoft is expected to double..." Song Ya began to show off his own insights, "Although I heard that Mr. Greenspan, Chairman of the Federal Reserve It wrote: The stock market is not a barometer of the economy, the stock market is the economy itself, but..."
"Maybe, but it's generally healthy at the moment."
Madoff put a smile away, "If you are not optimistic about the stock market, there is no need to be optimistic about my foundation, because the fund's investment targets are nothing more than stocks, debt, and housing."
"I understand, but I trust your vision. I heard that your annualized rate of return can reach..."
"Ahem, sorry, it's not convenient for me to talk about this at this time, tonight belongs to you and Mark."
Madoff seemed a little displeased, "Be out of company, Jim!" The old man disengaged by the approaching Jim Clark.
Don’t do business yet! But it broke your cow! Song Ya quietly rolled his eyes while watching his back.
But he wronged the old man. Madoff did not forget him in the end. When leaving the reception early, he handed him a business card, "If you really want to cooperate, contact this person, Stanley Chase."
"I'm familiar with this name. I seem to have seen it somewhere." Song Ya looked at the card thoughtfully.
"Hollywood, he is responsible for contacting investors in the entertainment industry and is a good friend of Spielberg and David Geffen."
Madoff said: "But you need to pass some of his tests, if you really want to join my core foundation."
"No problem, just test me Mr. Madoff."
Song Ya happily stuffed the business card into her pocket.
The talk came on the eve of the ringing of the Netscape IPO bell. A group of people came outside the Nasdaq exchange in Times Square, took photos with reporters' flashing lights, posing for POSE, and the show was full of joy.