Chapter 442 Ruthless APLUS

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"Why didn't you see the servant?" Song Ya asked Linda after getting in the car, "Didn't the media say that there are more than a hundred servants here?"

"It's just an exaggerated rumor, like fifteen cars when you travel."

Linda replied: "Most of them have already been dismissed. At the peak, there were more than one hundred in total, but they won't be all here. Horse farms, holiday villas, etc. all need manpower..."

"Race farm? Isn't that the stable we saw just now?" Song Ya asked.

"This is just a part. Horse racing is a very professional and expensive sport APLUS. Top stallions, jockeys, horse breeders, and trainers are all very expensive..." Linda replied.

"What about the prize money?"

"Hehe..." Linda laughed, "The bonus is not enough for a fraction of what he lost from betting on horses."

"Then why is he playing this?"

"He said he wanted to play the same sports that the white aristocrats play, horse racing, fox hunting, like the British royal family."

When the car drove out of the manor, Song Ya looked back. This kind of mentality is very common among black people. When they have no money, they sneer at the movements that white people think are aristocratic. I can't wait to wash myself into a so-called superior person immediately.

"Then he can't blame anyone for going bankrupt." Song Ya said.

"Uh, in fact, he didn't put all his money into the water. This villa, some fixed assets and luxury goods have all made money, and even that TV station has development opportunities. Uh..."

Linda hesitated for a moment and said, "APLUS, you are my employer now. Although it may be presumptuous to do so, I still hope that you can help him and accept some of his high-quality assets, so as to avoid being mortgaged by the bank at an ultra-low This way you can make money, and I can help him one last time before leaving."

"I don't want to have anything to do with Linda with him, and I don't want to get involved with this kind of petty bargain, so as to avoid being said that I am taking advantage of the fire, and he may not thank me in the future, even though I bid higher than the bank."

Song Ya diverted the conversation, "What do you mean his TV station has development opportunities?"

"Recently, digital TV is developing rapidly. You know, what kind of new synchronous satellites and so on. Cable TV giants, such as John Malone of TCI, are planning to buy 500 sets of subscribers at a time in order to cope with new competition. In order to enrich channel resources, small and medium-sized TV stations in some places have also received good quotations one after another," Linda said.

"John Malone, the same John Malone who gave Roberto Johnson's BET resources?"

"Yes, people call him the godfather of cable television."

Song Ya thought for a while: "Forget it, even if you buy me, you won't get involved in the industry of another black singer. I can understand your mentality of helping him one last time before you leave, but you'd better start now. Just stand on my own interests and consider the issue wholeheartedly, otherwise I will fire you mercilessly."

"Okay, I'm sorry APLUS." Linda quickly apologized: "I have to say that you are much smarter and more self-disciplined than him, just like the rumors. Well, leave him alone, so what is my first task?"

"It's still early to talk about this. You go to Chicago to see my lawyer Goodman. After you finish the routine legal affairs and physical examination, you can sign a confidentiality agreement that may be a bit harsh, and then you come back here." Song Ya smiled at her: "It's all routine, don't worry too much."

"Okay..." Linda was speechless, "Okay."

After breaking up with Linda, who was going home to go to Chicago, back at the hotel, Taraji was already waiting there. "I heard you found a new assistant?" she asked.

"Not only as an assistant, Linda will also share part of Yeremov's work in the record company." Song Ya knew what she was nervous about, "I need people around me, and I can't do without it for a moment."

"But if I don't get the part..." Taraji said.

"You can't have Taraji's best of both worlds.

I persuaded you when you insisted on acting, remember? "Song Ya sat down and began to process the backlog of documents, "Don't worry, if you are willing to come back and help me, the position of assistant is still yours. "

"You are ruthless APLUS." Taraji complained.

"I'll take it as a compliment." Call Goodman to talk about Linda's entry into the job, and ask about the business progress of several companies under his umbrella. Song Ya carefully read the Palm company report, picked up the phone book, and found Jie Free Hawkins dialed the number, "Our PDA product will be launched in August, right? No change? I met Jobs yesterday...Which Jobs? Jobs who founded Apple, after he launched our product Send a sample to his Pixar animation studio, ask yourself the address."

"Well, APLUS, our products may not be mass-produced, even Apple's PDA failed, so..." Jeffrey Hawkins said hesitantly.

"Are you serious?" Song Ya immediately changed her tone: "So my investment is going to be wasted, right?"

"No! No!" Jeffrey Hawkins hurriedly argued, "Our hardware products may fail, but the company can still survive..."

"How to maintain it? Are there any interested B-round investors? Or do you want to ask me for money?"

"No, no..."

"Ha!" Song Ya sneered.

"It's like this. Many companies are interested in the operating system and a series of software we developed for PDAs. They, uh... they are willing to entrust us to write special software for their hardware devices, so...you don't have to worry about the income of the company's maintenance .”

"Jeffrey, let's make it clear that I will go to Silicon Valley to see the PDA prototype in a few days, and I will bring the financial staff with me, and let them help me see where you spent my money."

"Okay, okay, we've been spending money carefully, don't worry."

"I won't find out about executive vacation bills or something?"

"No, there are a few, but it's a normal employee benefit! Okay... that's it, I'll wait for you in Sunnyvale."

Jeffrey Hawkins hung up the phone humbly.

"Fxxk!" He smashed the microphone back. It seemed that the investment in PDAs was about to be wiped out, Apple's stock plummeted, and the prospects for Palm's products were bleak.

"You're going to Silicon Valley? But these days are the critical period for the second round of auditions." Taraji, who was standing beside him and heard all this, asked.

"I won't delay things, I can arrange the itinerary myself." Song Ya raised the notebook recording the itinerary at him, "So how is your acting class?"

"Uh, Amy had a fight with Charis who came to class." Taraji offered to help clean up, "It's almost a fight."

"But I heard that part of the reason is that you kept fighting." Song Ya said, looking at Taraji who was helping to clean up the table. As the payer, of course Ivana Chubbock would tip him off.

"Yes, that South African girl is too much, you know? She used Amy's friendship before and called her to find out about the script and casting plans. What a bitch." Taraji complained.

"Really? But I feel that you don't want to see that girl get the female lead, right? You and her have a height difference, and it's even more dangerous for her to get the female lead and your own second female lead." Song Ya Pierce her small thoughts, "So you deliberately intensified the conflict between her and Amy, and you are also doing very bitch things."

"I don't know why, under the competitive pressure of Hollywood, people will become more and more bitch without knowing it. You don't know, even the small acting class is like the harem of the sultan. The women are clearly Fighting back and forth in secret..."

Taraji sighed: "You will still support Amy, right?"

"certainly."

Song Ya propped up her chin, looked at the night view of Los Angeles outside the window, and muttered to herself, "Of course..."