Chicago 1990

"Have you heard? MP3 sites are almost worth more than Amerika Music. After the IPO next month, they will surpass the market value of our Littman Media... Are they established later than us? This is too unfair. Now, we got up early..."

In the large dressing room at the backstage of the studio, the former billionaire Litman complained to Song Ya, "Domain name, I said earlier if there is a resounding domain name is very important, but now it should be solved long ago. problem."

"Enough! Mr. Litman!"

Does the American Music website have a dime relationship with you? Oh, yes, I really bought it from you. According to your original knowledge, I am afraid that you can't think of making the magazine online, right?

In addition, the reading app I am using recently has a lot of books, full of books, and fast updates!

Song Ya was very annoyed. This guy relied on the independent director of Litman Media to act as an intermediary between Channel A and the political circles. He made a lot of resources during the impeachment case. Now his business is picking up again. It's hard to say whether his wealth has recovered.

Even if he is the founding family member and former boss of Littman Publishing House, even if he has some energy in the upper circles, after all, he holds very few shares of Littman Media, so he loses his temper and loses his temper. Song Ya puts on makeup. The wine glass on the stage hit the ground hard in front of him.

The dressing room has all the internal organs, but the soft furnishings such as the sofa have not been fixed. With a crisp sound, the glass fell to pieces on the ground.

"Am I a god? I know everything that will happen in the future!?"

He yelled at the other person: "I won't make mistakes? I should be helping you make money three hundred and sixty-five days a year!?"

"I didn't mean APLUS like that."

When an old black blushed and yelled with a thick neck, Litman could only be stunned in seconds, because there were only two people in the room, and his face was okay. He spread his hands and apologized in a soft tone, "I know you are not going well recently... "

"Just know!"

"I apologize, OK? But I really don't understand your APLUS. In fact, the appeal by RIAA and the decline in 3DFX's stock price are just minor problems. Our OpenDiary website will be split and listed in three months, and Littman Media's stock price is also rising. , I heard that your stock investment is following YAHOO, Cisco and other companies soaring. If you change to me, you should be forming a superyacht fleet now."

Litman added: "You always like to focus on frustration and make yourself unhappy. This is not good, a little personal opinion..."

"I have my own war, a war I don't want to lose, OK?"

Song Ya waved his hand irritably, "Okay, I don't want to talk about this. You and Ms. Sloan will talk about the domain name of the American music website when they open the board of directors. I don't want to worry about it."

"Okay, okay, don't care, I just have a chat when I ran into it, no other meaning."

Littleman said as he stepped back and went out.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Song Ya waited for a while with blinking eyes, then opened the door and poked his head out to confirm that the other party had gone far away before he came back and knocked on the inner door of the dressing room, "He's gone."

"That guy is really long-winded."

Two female career elites complained and slipped out like thieves, "Um!"

"Yes, it's really hard to dismiss it without showing up."

Song Ya smiled and hugged her arms one by one, affectionately and warmly, and then slowly moved towards the dressing table. This is the place where the crew prepares for the group performance after the start of work. The empty rectangular room has a whole row of makeup mirrors brand new and new scenes.

"Uh……"

Kicked the shards of glass on the ground, something in the way, unsafe, Song Ya looked at Sloan, Sloan raised his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

He looked at Alicia again, and the governor's wife also looked confused and hypocritical.

The air solidified, and the three of them held a stalemate for a while, hum! He had to go inside and take out the dustpan and broom, bend down and sweep the floor himself.

"Hello, Mr. Picauer, it's me, APLUS. No, no, I know the rules, it's not for the fund, uh... how to say, recently some of the founders of my 3DFX company wanted to transfer shares and leave. Are you interested? Okay, it doesn't matter, um..."

"Hey! Jim! How's it going? I heard that your AOL is talking about a merger with Time Warner again? Haha, no, I didn’t want to ask anything, so I just asked casually, don’t be nervous. Hey. Something? Of course, mine recently 3DFX company...you know, don't you? That's better, you intend to take over...is it? Oh, forget it..."

"Mr. Eisner! Is Disney interested in investing in the technology industry? 3DFX... OK, thank you, goodbye, take care of yourself!"

"Picoul, Jim Clark, Eisner...who else?"

Back at the office, Song Ya, accompanied by high-level officials, rummaged through the phone book, and called the tycoon friends one by one, looking for potential buyers of the trio and former president Ballard's shares.

Now it’s the same as Jim Clark’s reaction when he was about to sell Netscape’s stock price. He can only find his next home if he can’t do both. At this stage, this is his own war and the trouble he has to go through.

"What about banks and institutions?" CEO McLaren reminded that he had already settled part of the old relationship with the consortium in the UK.

"Well, right now."

Song Ya picked up the microphone and continued to call Quatson, an old friend of Morgan Stanley, "I'm looking for...no appointment, I am APLUS."

"KPCB...green fir..."

"KPCB has the will, you and their... contact, this is his personal mobile phone number." When there is a result, inform the CFO chief financial officer.

"How many gaps are there? OK..."

He held the landline and called to a relatively less wealthy friend, "Carmack?! Ha! Who else, me, APLUS!"

"Mark! It's me, APLUS..."

Mark Anderson, the founder of Netscape, was just idle, and chatted with him a few more words, "Is the situation with 3DFX not so good?"

"Very well, just Rose and the others caught me off guard." Song Ya asked back, "What? Have you paid attention to it?"

"Yes, I don't understand why you are clinging to the 16-bit specification and refuse to upgrade. Now there are thirty-two 32BIT products on the market....If you keep complacent like this, the performance of your graphics card will lag behind."

Mark Anderson replied.

"What sixteen thirty two..." Song Ya looked at the new CTO, Chief Technology Officer Yasa.

"The color bit depth, the number of bits is used to represent the unit of the number of colors in a digital image." Asaph replied.

"Are we behind?"

"In the past, Scott and the others insisted on using the current PC performance, which is simply not available..."

"Haha..." Song Ya sneered, if it wasn't for Mark Anderson himself to be kept in the dark, "Mark, do you think the problem is serious?"

"This...how can I say that, I don't know much about your industry."

"You are too modest, just say a little bit more. You know I'm looking for someone to take over Rose's shares. If you want, I can fund some money, so you can make it cheaper..."

"Your hardware T&L technology seems to be behind NV too." Mark Anderson said.

"T&L?"

"Transfhting, light and shadow conversion. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Asa explained.

"Thank you so much Mark, come on, join us in 3DFX, I will give you the most favorable entry conditions, but don't tell others." Song Ya doesn't understand but knows how to attract people who understand.

"Just join it."

"If you don't join, then take some shares? I will subsidize you accordingly."

"I'll think it over."

"OK." Song Ya put aside the microphone and glared at his subordinates, and said to the CFO: "Contact Mark Anderson. Also, just take advantage of the three-month postponement of the Voodoo5 project to make up for the shortcomings."

"Uh... NV has prepared some patent barriers in that regard."

"A bunch of trash! I don't know anything if Mark doesn't say it!"

Song Ya was furious, and it was **** exhausting to fight with senior managers. "Find a way to go! Don't we have the advantage of being the industry leader!?"

"Okay." The seniors nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

"APLUS!"

Sloan opened the door and snapped his fingers.

"Mr. Geffen?" David Geffen, who had been low-key for a long time, took the initiative to call, which was a bit surprising.

"They want to sell Seagram Universal Group, they are already in contact with Europeans!" Gefen exclaimed excitedly on the other end.

"Not listed?" Song Ya fell into a sluggishness.

"The details are still unclear. It was the eyeliner of the resort hotel where the old Bronfman lived. The news should not be wrong!"

"Eyeliner?"

"Uh, don't worry about those... anyway, don't be silly, and don't reveal that I told you!" David Geffen hung up the phone.

Eyeliner, he also had it, Song Ya immediately called and asked about it, and finally got confirmation from the Italian.

"Yes, the young Bronfman met the people from the Bahrain Foundation, in Monaco."

The Bahrain Fund is one of Gucci's major shareholders.