"Alright, let's get out."

By the time the freight elevator door opened again, Song Ya was already dressed and interjecting with a tissue.

Alicia was in a much better mood, she took a deep breath, put the lipstick in her bag, pursed her lips and smoothed it out, tugged at the hem of her skirt and clothes, and then raised her head and put on the face of the law firm owner and elite professional woman, and stepped out of the elevator door.

"ALICIA, APLUS, YOU'RE LATE."

Argus, another title partner, and the rest of the law firm were watching the live broadcast of the trial of Simpson's murder of his wife, and as the verdict of the case approached in October, every court session touched the hearts of the American society.

"Today, the LAPD inspector is doing pretty well."

The detective who was dug up last time for discriminatory remarks has made a comeback, he should have received relevant training in the past few months, behaved much better, answered the questions of the opposing lawyer with firm and clear speech, and once again denied the authenticity of the tape in which he scolded NGer, after all, it was not evidence and had nothing to do with the case.

Except for Song Ya, who were all professionals, Alicia also naturally participated in the evaluation, as if everything in the freight elevator just now was illusory, probably she just wanted to vent, and she was a good object.

This is very good, Song Ya doesn't want to have any emotional entanglements with her, he feels that his mood has even changed a little better, and the silk of confusion that often appears recently seems to have been removed again.

"Then I'll go first, Alicia, Argus."

Instead of caring at all about the outcome of Simpson's case, he stood behind the lawyers and watched for a while before asking for his leave.

"Wait, there are some documents I think you need to look at."

Alicia took him to her office and pulled out two papers from her desk drawer, "Are you really planning to sell the shares of this small New York TV station owned by the Inner City Broadcasting Company and a small New York radio channel to the braggart daddy after the successful capital injection?" I have to warn you that, strictly speaking, these two items are not non-performing assets. ”

"I have to repay the braggart dad who decisively gave up working with Quincy Jones and Russell Simmons and others, you know Alicia, the people of the United States worship carrots and sticks, I punished those who went against me, and I also need to give some rewards to those who show favor to me."

Song Ya took the document, "If the braggart daddy wants to buy it, I will sell it to him, and the price he paid is not bad, I can't look down on the two small media, but for him with a gang background in Harlem, it is a very long face to be able to take it down, and it can also expand his influence very well." ”

"You're right, uh, anyway...... I've got all the legal documents ready. ”

Alicia came over to shake hands with him, the wall of this office is glass, people come and go outside, it is impossible to have any out-of-the-ordinary movements, the two tacitly understand that they are more careful than before, and the hands are very formulaic and parting, but this mature professional woman still can't suppress the slight charm when her eyes are rolling, and she said with a smile: "Then the next time we meet is New York, I wish your technology company a successful listing, it will be successful, right?" ”

"Thank you, there shouldn't be any problems, and when the two projects we work on are completed, your law firm should be able to change office locations."

Song Ya took the document and pointed out the window, "After all, the security here has not been very good." ”

"Definitely."

It's all money earned from herself, a lot of money, she is naturally in a good mood, and looks around the office, "I have long wanted to change to a bigger and more private named partner office." ”

Hey, "You'll get your wish Alicia, then I'm leaving." Song Ya said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll send you."

"Hmm."

Leaving Chicago, he rushed to New York to join the Netscape listing force, Jim Clark, Bucksd, and naturally KPCB and Morgan Stanley, who set up a temporary 'command center' at a hotel not far from the NASDAQ exchange.

"Cocktail Receptions, Press Conferences, Prospectus Briefings......"

The conference room was very messy, the clothes hanging on the back of the chairs, the coffee cups scattered on the table, the mountains of papers, the clutter and stains on the carpet, and even two people lying directly on the table to make up for sleep, Jim Clark was very satisfied with his enthusiasm this time, and asked Barksd to hand over the itinerary, "Money never sleeps, you have to keep up with the pace of work on Wall Street, Morgan Stanley has someone who hasn't slept for more than forty hours." ”

"Don't worry, I dare say that no one here is as healthy as me." Song Ya smiled and handed the document to Linda behind her.

"Really? This...... Vomiting, like this? Jim Clark learned from his disgusting and deranged behavior at Netscape HQ, and everyone else in the room burst into laughter.

This guy! Although I always don't mince words about myself......

But to be honest, Song Ya still likes him, he has something to say, his opinions are always incisive, and his heart is really not bad, for example, he has never had bad thoughts about his shares......

"It was an accident."

Song Ya also sat down with a smile, and with the help of Linda, she studied the itinerary, Netscape had already agreed with some reporters, what questions to ask, and then how to answer herself, all of them were listed very clearly, and the places that needed to be recited were also marked with a thick marker.

This kind of very rigorous management ability is something that I don't have, and of course I can't learn all of it, and I earn a lot of money from singing, so I am destined not to be as attentive as them.

"By the way, what about Mark and them?" Song Ya didn't see Mark Anderson.

"He won't be able to come until later, and the project team can't do without him and a few other talented programmers all day." Bacsd replied.

Poor programmer......

"Also, you study these articles, and quote more of the rhetoric in them when you need to play on the spot."

Bacsd slipped another folder in the form of a newspaper clipping.

"Digital survival?"

Song Ya saw the head of the newspaper clipping.

"Yes, Negroponte's serialized article in Wired Magazine is very good, and it is also very much in line with the future and interests of Netscape." Bacsd helped him 'guide': "He foreshadowed the future of mankind, from the materialized world to the networked world, what our future will be, what changes the information revolution will bring to all levels of human beings, and our netscape will inevitably become an important part of his prophecies......"

"Okay, I'll take a closer look."

He said a lot, and Song Ya nodded frequently, sincerely taught.

"Nice boy, by the way, don't wear any big gold chains and big gold watches on the day the bell rings, wear formal clothes, you know?" Jim Clark said.

"Okay, no problem." Song Ya continued to nod.

"What about Dr. Chen?" Bacsd asked.

"I'm busy with my case for funding the Inner City Broadcasting Company, at their New York main station." Song Ya replied.

"You called him, and we are going to negotiate with Morgan Stanley again about the issue price of the new shares, is he a professional in your field?" Jim Clark asked.

"Yes, huh? Wait......"

Song Ya was stunned, "Wasn't it already set last time, fourteen dollars per share?" ”

"We think it's still a little bit lower." Bacsd said, "The market response is very enthusiastic, and we and KPCB feel that it is still low for Fourteen Dollars, and this time we are ready to play big and double it directly!" ”

"Fourteen doubles? Twenty-eight knives? Per share!? ”