Chicago 1990

Text Chapter 1344: Looking Forward to the New Century

‘The president of Murder Records Irv Gauti broke out in a fierce gun battle with police officers for resisting road inspections with weapons. Gauti was shot several times in the body and was sent to a doctor and pronounced dead...’

"Irv Gaudi, a former defjam producer, later independently created its own hip-hop label Murder record, whose real name is Owen Domingo Lorenzo, and used the stage name djgotti to pay tribute to the legendary New York Mafia godfather John Gaudi..."

"Like John Gaudi, irv Gaudi was also involved in many incidents of obscurity, guns, and violence..."

This incident is being followed up in the news. The picture is outside the hospital where Gauti was sent to a doctor. Some murder record singers, such as Jalul, Ashanti and others, visited and were photographed by reporters.

"Will you go to his funeral?" Ms. Sloan asked.

"What a cat or a dog..." Song Ya also came to New York on his back foot. He contemptuously curled his mouth, turning off the TV without any fluctuation in his mood like pinching an ant.

Sloan’s Internet money-making path is like a chain, one after another, with a tight rhythm, and never stop. In January, the Amerika music website will be spun off by Litman Media. Song Ya must take responsibility. Attend some Wall Street IPOs in person.

"Yo, aplus."

This is the dinner scene of Morgan Stanley. The Wall Street elites are completely indifferent to the death of a black hip-hop record label owner, but Jazzy has no idea what to do and touches him and Sloan behind.

"Yo, brother jazzy."

This guy is a bit of a city, and it's hard to tell the real thoughts from his expression. Today he wore a formal dress. Everything except the bow tie was more fancy, and his demeanor was impeccable.

On this occasion, the two of them did not play the fist-fist set, and shook their hands in a wrist-wrenching manner.

"Gatti... really bad luck, we all plan to go to his funeral, are you going?" Jazzy asked.

"I won't go, you can pay my respects to his family for me."

Song Ya patted his arm, "That guy is too crazy. I had expected this day. It's a pity. It's embarrassing to think about it. We met in Chicago that day."

"Yup…"

Jazzy also sighed, "This guy is really annoying, but he really got killed by the sliver... I feel bad in my heart. You said... Is it his enemy, bragging father, or dmx?"

"Don't care about these broken things."

Song Ya showed the attitude of a whitewashing guy who is too lazy to participate in street affairs. "In short, you all respect Tiaozi, don't be like him. You have done a good job on this point, and you rarely have conflicts with New York law enforcement agencies. Continue Keep...Oh by the way, dame is over there, go and talk to him, I heard that you two have a little conflict recently?"

"Ok, then I'll pass aplus." Jazzy was obediently sent away.

Song Ya glanced at his back and sneered with his nostrils. At this moment, someone knocked on the wine glass and gave him a speech.

"Thank you, thank you, ladies and gentlemen, you may not know that when I first came to New York, I was still wearing second-hand clothes..."

"It doesn't look like he did it. If he wants to run Gaudi, he can do it in Chicago." Jazzy and the biggs Karim Burke met on the periphery, and Karim Burke was surrounded by everyone in a semicircle. , Said aplus, who was speaking freely with a glass of wine.

"Not necessarily. It seems to be the state police. The Manhattan Gang has David Patterson in New York State. Even in New York City, the City Police Commissioner is a member of the Manhattan Gang, and he and the Manhattan Gang..."

Jazzy is ambitious and has begun to study New York politics, but... he shook his head: "Forget it, his hierarchical political relationship is not something we can imagine."

That's how Gaudi hangs up. Whether or not aplus did it, this guy is still irresistible at this stage...

"Oh." Karim Burke's brain was not enough, and he scratched his head angrily in agreement.

Hey! Jazzy sighed secretly and fell out with the "military division" around him. Now there is no good person to talk about major events. He looked at the dinner party and quickly found the right dame with the popular female singer Alia. Damon Dash.

"Yo."

The two eyes were facing each other, the former brother has now turned his face, Damon Dash led Alia to swagger over, "jazzy, biggs..."

"Hi." Arya also greeted her boyfriend.

Arya was soaked by him, who was not a role, and she was shocked by the glasses of the New York music scene, but this happened. Arya, who has been controlled by r Kelly for many years, may have some repaying and dependent factors in choosing him, because After Arya fled to New York, he was the most active to help.

Forget it, I don't want that much, jazzy shook his head to drive away the distracting thoughts, and Arya would go wherever Damon Dash was now, or vice versa, the two were in love.

This is also the biggest contradiction between himself and the other party. Damon Dash urgently needs money, career, and status to match the woman, but he can't give it, and doesn't want to give it.

The rift in the friendship between the two was buried in a trivial matter. He hated that the other party always regarded himself as a benefactor, consciously or unconsciously, and raised money to help him parole, take in, and introduce him to aplus.

Jazzy admits that it is not ungrateful, but can you stop talking about that old account and always promote it to the outside world?

"The Internet is the future. Looking to the next century, we will shop, order food, and communicate with friends on the Internet... It greatly accelerates the speed of information dissemination and brings us closer together..."

Aplus is still in that long talk, "With the help of the Information Superhighway Project led by Deputy Commander Gore, a new technological revolution is taking place in the United States, the information technology revolution, you, and I, everyone present are witnesses and witnesses. "

The market value of yahoo is nearly 120 billion. The wealth of the richest man in the ethnic group is estimated to be beyond the imagination of everyone present. Whether black or white, he stares at him with precise and consistent smiles and reverent eyes, applauding and laughing from time to time. .

The four of Jazzy followed everyone to applaud occasionally, and at the same time carried out their own verbal squabbles, "Dame, how is your wine business? I haven't heard the news yet?" Jazzy deliberately stimulated each other.

"Don't worry, I have studied this market for many years..."

The red singer’s girlfriend is under a lot of pressure invisibly. Damon Dash’s mentality is different now. He will not admit defeat, let alone be seen as the other’s follower. "I believe you will be able to see it on the market soon. My main product will be a super high-end wine."

"Champagne?" Jazzy heard some wind.

"Ha, you don't want to spy on my business secrets, jazzy, I have a strict mouth, and I won't tell anyone until it's done." Damon Dash has always been clever.

"Fxxkyoudame, you didn't talk like that before." The still loyal Karim Burke helped the boss scold him.

"Fxxkyoubiggs, I'm going it alone now, don't talk to me like that in the future!"

Damon Dash also retorted his former good brother, "By the way, jazzy, don't want to play tricks on the shares of biggs and me in roc-a-records. Either pay the appropriate price or give an explanation. You can't delay it for long. "By the way, the simple-minded street titan Karim Burke is very useful, and he is also competing with Jazzy.

"Business is business, the dame you often talk about." Jazzy sneered and sneered. He wanted to sweep the other party out of the house, just to be able to collect the shares of his own record label, and did not intend to pay a big price. "You get the money and think What are you doing? Invest in aplus stock like other New York counterparts?"

"Whatever my investment, you m-fxxk..."

Damon Dash was about to scold, but was stopped by Arya who smelled the smell of gunpowder, "Forget dame, let's just listen to Mr. Aplus's speech." She persuaded.

As a result, the four stopped talking, and they didn't have to listen to the speech. There was more enthusiastic applause in the banquet hall. It should be the end of aplus.

"Ashamed, ashamed, my opinion is very immature."

Song Ya waved his hand with a smile and was about to'step down'. At this time, someone asked loudly: "aplus, do you have any thoughts on Mr. Buffett's recent publication in Fortune Magazine? He thought that the US stock market would not last long, in 1981 In the seventeen years before 2000, the Dow Jones Industrial Index had barely changed from 874 to 875, but the U.S. GDP grew by 370%, and the sales of the Fortune 500 increased by six times..."

This white man is clearly prepared, and the data cited is very detailed," Mr. Buffett said: During the seventeen years from 1981 to 1998, the Dow Jones Index rushed from 875 to 9181, while the gdp growth in the same period has not three times…"

"Hey! What do you want to say!?"

Are you here to smash the scene? Quatson of Morgan Stanley asked, "Which company are you from?"

"Icahn Capital."

After answering Quatson’s questions, the white male elite on Wall Street shrugged and continued to talk to himself, “Mr. Aplus, Mr. Buffett said that now a large number of rookie investors with less than five years of investment experience expect an average return on investment in the next ten years. The rate is as high as 22.6%, and even veterans with more than 20 years of investment experience expect an average return on investment of 12.9% in the next ten years. In fact, even the most optimistic estimate of the United States’ GDP in the next ten years The average growth rate is only 5%, and the inflation rate of 2% is also included..."

Is the big bear Kar Icahn looking at me again? Song Ya murmured in his heart, the object of the other party's question was himself, everyone in the banquet hall focused on him, and he was very interested in how he responded to this question.

Song Ya knew that his next speech was not in response to Icahn Capital, but in response to Warren Buffett.

But Buffett knows the internet as a fart!

"I don't remember Mr. Buffett's investment in Internet companies?" Song Ya first smiled back. The old man ran out of the bull market and said these weird things...what else did he want to get back?

There was a burst of laughter in the banquet hall.

"This does not affect his macro judgment." The people of Icahn Capital responded and continued to wait for the answer.

"OK. Uh..."

Song Ya looked at the large chandelier above her head, looking for something to repeat in her memories, "Let’s put it this way, there is an old saying in China, “I don’t know the true face of the mountain, because you and I are in this mountain.” We In the era corresponding to the stock market we are talking about, in the next century, we cannot simply compare it with before or after 1981. This is not comparable."

"Why?" Icahn Capital asked.

"Because we are in the process of the third industrial revolution, that is, the information technology revolution, the comparable objects are the first two industrial revolutions, and those two brought explosive economic and technological progress. It can be said that they Both have profoundly influenced and established the modern history of mankind. I think it is the same this time, but we are in it and cannot be observed from a completely objective perspective."

Song Ya said more smoothly, his confident expression and enthusiastic tone seemed to infect everyone present, "So what is the average return on investment of 22.6% in the next ten years? I don't think so, I even think this judgment is biased. Be conservative. If you happen to be the same as me, yahoo...Cisco...opendiary..."

He paused when he read the name of a company, and looked around the crowd.

"Hahaha! Ooo!"

Yahoo, Cisco...that’s not 20%. Twenty times is not worth counting. The banquet hall broke out with enthusiastic applause, strange screams and whistles again, and people’s confidence became stronger, and their eyes seemed to flicker. To the vent of the golden pig's light, the color of money.

Aaliyah also slapped her hands with excitement. Recently, she is also learning from friends in the New York music circle to follow aplus investment.

Jazzy sighed secretly with jealousy and envy.

"This guy..." Karim Burke couldn't describe the awesomeness of aplus in words, his mouth widened.

"By the way, when it comes to yahoo, there is a piece of news recently. Yahoo just won a survey on the bureaucratic level of all-meter technology companies conducted by an organization, and even surpassed ibm, which has been criticized for many years. What do you think of aplus?"

Only the guy from Icahn Capital sneered out of place, he asked again.

"What... bureaucracy."

Song Ya didn't pay attention to this, blinked his eyes to look at Sloan, and waved his hand indifferently after receiving an affirmative response, "Maybe they are developing too fast and their management level has not kept up? Just give the new company a little more time... small issue."

"You..." The people at Icahn Capital wanted to ask questions, and some younger Wall Street elites behind them began to whistle and boo. "Well, thanks aplus." He had to shut up when he was interrupted.

"Karl Icahn, do you want to go against the trend again? How many times have I lost..."

Song Ya came down to complain to Sloan in a low voice, "But should we be more careful?"

"Don't worry, if Karl Icahn really intends to go short, he won't send someone so blatantly provocative."

Sloan replied: "It's just disgusting for us, but your answer just now is great." She praised.

"Cut! The one who wants battle to beat me hasn't been born yet." Song Ya relaxed a little and brags in front of Sloan contentedly.

"Come... show you something."

"Hey..."

"Don't grin! Business!" Sloan took him to a quiet place and stuffed a newspaper with him. "Some reporters questioned the Madoff Fund's super high return on investment in the media. The argument is quite logical, what do you think? "

"Twenty percent is called super high. Buying the Nasnaq index will not only make you so much." Song Ya casually crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it away. UU reading www.uukanshu.com "all walked away like Buffett." Then the guy with pink eyes..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of something and his expression was sluggish for an instant.

"What's wrong? Did you think of something strange?" Sloan asked.

"No, it's not that."

Speaking of Takong, isn't he also considered Takong? The ninety-nine stock king is not Yahoo or Cisco, but Qualcomm, which has doubled forty-five times a year!

Earning less is losing money. Thinking of this, Song Ya couldn't help but raise his head, and a drop of tears quietly flowed from his eyes and hung on his cheeks.

"What...what's wrong with you?" Sloan was very puzzled, just fine.

"Hey!"

Song Ya sniffed, and held her shoulders with both hands and confided: "I'm still too young and too impulsive. If... If I didn't fight with the boring people of the rich three generations last year and this year, I would put all the money... all of us. Money is invested in technology stocks, I... Am I already a billionaire now? That is hundreds of millions of dollars..."

"I'm so stupid, really, dear, I should put all the money...all the money..."

He was muttering words, his body swayed like he was about to fall, and finally put his forehead on Sloan's shoulder, crying.

"Okay, okay, it's boring to care about these."

Sloan did not resist this time. He happened to be no one around, and gently patted his back to comfort: "We can't predict the future. You have done a good job. Normally, you should spread the risk. Don't regret it. …"

"Uuuuangang..."

"You're almost a bit! Someone is here!" Sloan's tone changed sharply.

"Oh…"

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