Now that the decision has been made, Sutton and his son are eager to sign the agreement that night, but because the entities involved in the assets of the inner city broadcasting company are too complicated, Song Ya still uses the excuse that he will come to New York again when Netscape goes public on August 9, leaving Alicia and them the last audit window.

"Did you see that? Everyone on the night was happy with my investment. I don't remember reading the autobiography of a business celebrity who said that only the more painful the negotiation partner, the more he could prove that the deal was a success. ”

On a private jet to Washington, Ms. Sloan, Ms. Sloane, Ms. Sloan, Ms. Sloan, said, "The attitude of these people suggests that I may still be a bit of a loser." ”

"Everybody's got their own troubles, isn't they?"

Ms. Sloan hinted that he had reaped other big benefits from the injection, "and it's too late to tell." ”

"Also, what do you think was the first problem I faced when I owned that company?" Song Ya asked her for advice.

"Donations, the Inner City Broadcasting Company receives a lot of donations every year, African-American-owned foundations, individuals and corporations, those trickle-down streams have been declining year by year since Dingkins left office, and if you can't stabilize this trend of continuous blood loss, the hole will get bigger and bigger every year."

"It's clear that the Manhattan Gang is going downhill, and can you take on the task of centering on political fundraisers and giving those funds a new reason to keep putting money in?" Sloan said. ”

"I have no intention of getting involved in that."

Song Ya shook his head, he is a billionaire, and it is too risky to do that kind of thing directly, "This is also the reason why I have always been worried about the Apollo Theater, but I am willing to relax the management of Pierre Sutton, his father and son are professional, and I have no one to change at this time." ”

"Radical transformation into a commercial company?" Sloan asked.

"Anyway, according to the plan submitted by Morningstar, let's spin off and sell some money-losing businesses."

Song Ya shook his head, "Rangel is certainly not happy to see the complete transformation of inner-city radio into a complete commercial company, and neither is Dingkins, and they want to continue to use the company's influence to provide political support to New York State Senator David Patterson, and the future of the Manhattan Gang is all pinned on that politician with an eye disease." ”

"What's their plan?" Sloan asked.

"About 2,000 years ago, David Patterson came out to run for the U.S. Senate of New York, and it's hard to have two senators per state, and that's when there was an opportunity." Song Ya replied: "I have heard a few words during this time, the reason why Sutton and his son set the deadline for handing over management at the end of 99 is not only because my 30 million may be burned up by then. They've certainly studied the timing well, and if the Manhattan Gang were really revived by David Patterson by then, I probably wouldn't be able to get rid of the father and son. ”

"This kind of high-profile senator in a strong state will be extremely competitive, at least as far as I know, John Kennedy, the son of the former commander-in-chief, has long been aiming for this position, John Jr. is considered the most attractive man in the whole country, and the Kennedy family has high hopes for him."

Ms. Sloan is not optimistic, "If you choose to support David Patterson at that time, you risk being drawn into the whirlpool of struggle for the top political forces in the United States." ”

"It's still early, who knows what I've evolved into then." Song Ya shook his head, for him, two thousand years is too far away, and he will have a net worth of one billion by then, right? What about a federal senator?

"How's this one, my dear?"

Mariah Carey got dressed with the help of her assistant, and Meimei came over and took a turn, "Is it appropriate to appear tomorrow?" ”

It was a Chanel dress, white on the top third and black on the bottom, very decent, "It's so suitable, I'll wear this tomorrow." Song Ya was very satisfied.

"Hmph." She smugly sat down on her little husband's lap, "What are you talking about with Ms. Sloane?" ”

"What else can we talk about, Inner City Broadcasting."

As soon as Song Ya hugged his wife, her lips came up.

"Uh-huh...... the two of them scolded me for a while, "I hate it, don't crumple this one, I'll change it and wear it tomorrow." She got up again and twisted her husband to her seat in the back.

Song Ya, who got the hint, smiled apologetically at Ms. Sloane, "I'll help you change ......" and followed.

The plane landed in Washington, D.C., and Ms. Sloan was the first to get out of the cabin, holding her forehead and taking a long breath of fresh air before stepping down the stairs.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Sloan......"

Linda apologized solemnly after accompanying her to the car, "They are too young. ”

"Do you need to put up with live broadcasts a lot?" Sloan asked.

"Very often ......"

Linda smiled.

Sloan rolled his eyes, "They're not going to be in the White House tomorrow, are they?" ”

"Huh?" Linda fell into deep thought, "Will there be a chance over there?" ”

"Good restroom."

The next day, Songya and Mariah Kelly walked out of the restroom in the East Hall, holding hands and frolicking, under the angry gaze of the White House staff.

"Really? Not as big as our Bedford Hills ......," she muttered quietly.

"The meaning is different, okay?" Song Ya rolled her eyes, "Don't say this kind of thing publicly." ”

"When I'm out of brains?" She pestled Song Ya's waist and eyes.

"The two, the Grand Commander and the Deputy Commander are in the garden outside." A female staff member came over to guide her.

"Thanks, Miss Lewinsky."

Song Ya followed the staff and the back office out, and outside, the current Grand Commander Arkansas and Deputy General Gore were walking and chatting in the garden, in addition to their wives, there were also 'old friends' Spike Lee and his wife Toya Lewis, as well as some African American cultural celebrities.

"They won't all be waiting for us, will they?" Maryah Carey stuck out her tongue.

"I'm running out as fast as I can." Song Ya whispered.

"Yo, APLUS, I heard you took the Inner City Broadcaster?" Spike Lee is still the same obnoxious character, "Makes Dingkins and them all happy." ”

"It's a capital injection, and they're happy." Song Ya responded: "I heard that your movie will start in September? ”

"Yes, but I don't feel good."

"Do you want to pounce again?"

"Hey, you kid really can't say anything nice, do you?" Spike Lee scolded.

"I'm always standing together ...... African Americans"

Before coming to the White House, there was a lot of anticipation, but it was just like that, everyone was two eyes and one nose, the current commander-in-chief and his wife had seen it countless times on TV, and the deputy commander-in-chief was a politician who accepted his campaign funds, and the two sides would not have any additional communication on this occasion, just before being taken around the White House by the hostess, the wife of the current commander-in-chief.

The lady was quite haughty, but Mariah Carey and she could talk about the renovation.

The group came out of the garden, lined up on the White House lawn under the guidance of the staff, and listened to the speech of the general with some representatives of African American workers and firefighters in Washington, "I completely disagree with some of Bob Dole's attacks on African American friends, we live in a ...... era"

The top priority of politicians in the United States is to campaign, and governing the country is going to be put on the back, Arkansas quickly pointed the finger at Bob Dole, who is most likely to win the primary election for the Elephant Party, Song Ya adjusted the hat with the Netscape browser logo, and held hands with his wife in the back, smiling at countless camera lenses and microphones.