The Donkey Party has more control over the media industry. As soon as Gore's new campaign line came out, from big news channels to local channels, from newspapers and magazines to professional financial professionals, they all agreed and preached the words'he can create and he can save'. Surgery.

This is a crisis public relations for the stock market crash, and it also represents a major political turn. It shows that Gore and the Donkey Party are determined to win over the technology and Internet industry tycoons who are transforming from technology heroes to Wall Street upstarts. With massive amounts of capital in hand, the power of new media is gradually emerging.

This year, about 40% of the Elephant Party’s campaign funds came from Wall Street’s financial industry, while the Donkey Party’s proportion was less than 20%. This data shows the problem. Business is business. When Silicon Valley was devastated by the stock market crash. After the tycoons sat on Wall Street, they would no longer like the financial regulatory policies that Gore advocated, and they would no longer appreciate the old feelings of sincere cooperation in the past.

So the implicit implication of Gore's move is that he promised to rescue the market after he was elected, as well as to beat some people who understand.

"That's good, everyone doesn't have to be suspicious, just continue to support the deputy commander and lead the students."

Inside the huge Boeing 757-200, Jim Clark, who came to visit, smiled and pointed to Gore, who was giving a speech on the TV: “Now it’s up to him to express his opinion on the Microsoft monopoly case.”

Former owner, Microsoft’s second largest individual shareholder Paul Allen’s interior decoration style of this 757 imitates Air Force One, with large leather seats, modular sofas, small meeting rooms, hidden retractable bar... the narrow-body airliner is divided into The space of one entry and one entry is mainly to meet the needs of official travel.

Of course, a compact aerial bedroom with a large bed and shower and toilet facilities is indispensable, and the number of passengers is only a quarter of the commercial flight of the same model.

There is an old-fashioned big **** picture tube TV in the front of the small meeting room of the special slender conference table, which is well wrapped by the wooden cabinet. Song Ya accompanies Jim Clark and friends from both parties in the conference room or sits or stands. The front and rear cabins are also crowded with senior executives in charge of the internal modification company, as well as the company executives in charge of aircraft management and operation.

Gore is not without other troubles. The Microsoft monopoly case is being fought in the Federal Court of Appeal. In the context of the stock market crash, the Internet industry has split into two factions as to whether Microsoft is happy to be split up. One faction is that the other is afraid of Microsoft being split up. The big bad news once again caused the New York stock market to plummet. One faction is composed of Jim Clark and their Netscape-AOL Time Warner and SUN companies that strongly hope that Microsoft will lose the lawsuit.

"I think the deputy commander will not say much about this matter."

Sloan spoke his judgment. Over the years, Microsoft’s monopolistic behavior can be said to have made countless enemies. In addition to the federal courts, more than a dozen or so states across the country are also simultaneously launching related lawsuits. In addition to the US, many countries around the world are also conducting similar lawsuits. There are countless passes, and since Gore has sworn to save the stock market disaster, it is indeed not good to say how he stands.

"Don't look at what he said, but look at what he did." Jim Clark said.

"Don't talk about this Jim." Song Yachao's ‘outsiders’ not far away tilted their heads, indicating that Jim Clark is not the place to talk.

"Cheer up and APLUS!"

Jim Clark patted his shoulder to encourage him, "How are you going to modify this place?" Then he turned off the topic.

Song Ya is indeed not in high spirits and has a lot of thoughts, because today is April 30, 2000, and the Silicon Valley tycoons let themselves be the last day before the deadline for the ultimatum to be passed on to Peter.

Peter ignored the deadline he had given him. This time he didn’t know if he would continue to insist. He was waiting. He also knew why Jim Clark, who was visiting with great interest, came here. After one in the evening, tomorrow Jim is right. He might not be so friendly.

"Uh... the TV is replaced by a plasma, and the screen is bigger."

He didn’t plan to spend much money on refitting. This was not about decorating the house. It had to take into account all aspects of navigational safety, and just spent tens of millions of dollars on it. He randomly picked a few places to advise the people of the refitting company. "Are there the initials of Paul Allen's name on the backrests of these sofas? Change it too...I will change it with the paint and the full sound system. I'm not satisfied."

"Okay, okay..." The other party took notes carefully.

"Sorry, I'll answer the call." Song Ya saw the number on the phone handed by the agent Hayden, walked through the narrow cabin, walked into the bedroom, closed the door, "Jenny? Is there anything wrong?"

"So you bought... which one?"

Jennifer Connelly, who was in Los Angeles, just saw the news that Song Ya was receiving the plane from the station. She instantly recalled the experience of returning from Venice on this huge, slender and beautiful plane with Hallie, and immediately made up for the picture. Li is standing in front of the plane’s RR engine, the tall man smiling brightly at the camera, spending billions of dollars, just for the motivation to keep witnesses of his first good experience in his hands...

This extremely romantic act accurately hit her young girl's heart. While playing with the necklace around her neck, she twisted her legs and asked sweetly while pinching her throat.

"Uh...no, another one of the same style. I don't want the one Paul Allen used to carry the horse." The man's voice came from the earpiece.

"Oh."

It is also considered the same one, the former owner, the exterior painting, as if the factory year and batch are the same, she comforts herself.

"What have you been up to lately?" the man asked.

"Auditions, announcements, advertisements...that's all," she replied.

"If you need to use this plane in the future, please tell me, or Hayden will do."

The man didn't chuckle as usual. He didn't even mention the journey from Venice back to the rice field. "But it will take a while and it needs to be sent for modification."

"OK, I will."

She started to make up for the man's feelings of venting shopping after losing a lot of money. While empathizing, she also understood the other person's indifferent attitude, "Would you not bother you for now?"

"Okay, I'm sorry Jenny, I have been too busy this time, let's meet after some time?"

"Well, don't tire yourself too much..." She said softly goodbye.

"Goodbye."

Song Yagang hung up and the ringtone rang again. It was from his ex-wife, "Mimi?"

"Lend me! Lend me!" Mariah Carey yelled on the other side of the phone, "It just so happens that I will fly to Tokyo in a few days!"

"What to borrow?! Haven't started refitting yet!" Song Ya retorted, pulling the phone away from her ears at the same time.

"Isn't the modification started yet? I thought my old lady didn't understand private jets!?"

"Don't make trouble for no reason!"

"Who made trouble unreasonably, and you still have reason to lose so much money?"

"I am losing my own money..."

"Humph!"

Noisy brain hurts...

Then Mira said, "Ahhhhhhh! You are so sweet!" She screamed excitedly on the other side of the phone, and she should have seen the news just now.

"..."

My Beverly Hills mansion still wants a Mao 757? It was really Ms. Mao, Song Ya cleverly fooled her over, took off the caressing bed sheet, sat up and returned to the meeting room.

"Look at this APLUS." Jim Clark is watching the latest issue of The magazine.

‘New York State Attorney General Eliot Spitzer is expected to be selected by Gore as his running mate...’

Song Ya frowned when he saw it. Spitzer, who was nicknamed the'Wall Street Sheriff', was not liked by the financial industry. It was a catastrophe that everyone in the corporate and securities circles avoided. Some Wall Street people even described it exaggeratedly. "God blessed to get out of Spitzer's office", the Elephant Party called it "the donkey party's tentacles reaching out to Wall Street" and the most dangerous weapon in the donkey party's arsenal.

Spitzer is still one of the few politicians who don’t have to rely on the sponsor. His father is a Jewish real estate in New York, a financier, and a minority shareholder of Morgan Bank. His father helped him out at least five million dollars in the last election, and he can no longer be a politician It's a big deal to go back to inherit the family business, so he can be so selfless, honest and self-discipline to Wall Street, known as'Mr. Clean'.

If Gore chooses this kind of person as his campaign partner, the bailout pledge he issued before would be nothing more than a fart to fool people.

"The Elephant Party wants to stir the muddy water?" Song Ya threw the magazine on the conference table casually.

"The is the oldest continuously published weekly magazine in the United States. No matter what it says, it will still cause a lot of negative effects."

Jim Clark also doesn't think this will come true. "But...before the issue is switched to the running mates of the bipartisan candidates, we have to solve the problem APLUS. Will there be results today? Both of them happen to be in Washington."

"I know, go back and talk, we have prepared a welcome dinner Jim for you."

Song Ya knew that Peter had asked to meet Gore alone. Today, both Gore and Peter are in Washington. It is the last day of the deadline and the best time to compromise. That's why Jim Clark said that.

Of course Jim Clark shouldn't know about Peter's request to meet.

Little Daley’s camp also doesn’t know, but Little Daley’s brother, Gore’s campaign manager, can feel a little under long-term close observation, "The deputy commander leads the student, is there an arrangement for the evening?"

"Yes, stay with the children."

Gore knew that the little Daley camp was very upset, and he deliberately compromised, so he left the White House casually and got rid of the opponent smoothly.

He did go back to accompany his wife and children, and at the last minute, he was still hesitating.

"The Elephant Party accuses you of choosing Spitzer as a running mate for the complete destruction of Wall Street."

My wife had just finished reading FOX News and asked worriedly: "Will it cause trouble for the campaign?"

"No, I will clarify with Spitzer at the same time tomorrow...How could it be possible to choose a New York State Attorney General as the future deputy commander? This kind of rumor won't last long." Gore replied.

"That partner, will it be Peter?" His wife knew that he had an appointment with Peter tonight and was helping to cover it up.

"Don't be kidding, it's totally impossible."

Choose a governor who is 1.9 meters tall, has the face of an old-fashioned movie star, has a strong personality, and is scandal-ridden? Gore shook his head, but he was also worried that Peter would offer this price that he couldn't agree to tonight, and there would be no change at that time.

Anyway, see each other first! It was late at the mansion before he made up his mind to go out again.

"APLUS keeps calling, that kid is really anxious."

At the same time, Peter’s chief of staff and campaign manager also reported: “Today he received Paul Allen’s 757 news. I recognized Jim Clark and some other Silicon Valley executives. If you can’t negotiate tonight... it’s over. They have an ultimatum."

"If you don't answer, even if the talk collapses, APLUS won't have the guts to do anything."

Peter showed strong self-confidence in front of Eli. He knew that APLUS had tremendous pressure from Silicon Valley, and he also had it. After looking at the watch, he and Eli arrived at the agreed place early and waited, but Gore hadn't appeared yet, it was already over. The time agreed by both parties...

He took a deep breath, clenched his fists in his trouser pockets, and his knuckles turned pale.

"It's eleven o'clock, APLUS." Jim Clark was also watching the time. The reception dinner held for him by A+ Records headquarters was lively outside, but the atmosphere in APLUS's office was completely opposite. It seemed that the air was freezing, Jim Clark Putting aside the fresh Oscar best original soundtrack, Golden Man, pretending to be a relaxed reminder.

"Don't rush Jim, it's useless to urge me." Song Ya looked at Ms. Sloan, and Ms. Sloan shook her head slightly. That was a secret signal that Peter had still not answered the phone.

"Your stock price has fallen below one dollar, right? You will be warned by the Nasdaq exchange in a month and enter the observation process. If you don't do it, you will be in danger of being forced to delist."

Jim Clark walked to the window again and looked at the brightly lit Litman Media Headquarters building on the opposite side. “Don’t think I’m alarmist, maybe soon, you’ll find that all your listed companies are abandoned by the capital market, one by one. destroy."

"If you are threatening, then I don't accept it. If you plan to anger me all, the big deal is that the YAHOO and other stocks in my hand will be sold on the open market, and I will go back and continue to be my star." Song Ya indifferently replied. .

"Hehe, I just feel a little pity for you..." Jim Clark closed his mouth.

Song Ya and Sloan looked at each other, and both of them cast their eyes on the wall clock on the wall. At a quarter past eleven, half past eleven, the minute hand was firmly sliding towards twelve o'clock.

At twelve o'clock, the wall clock rang on time, but the phone on the desk still did not ring.

Jim Clark suddenly became very irritable. He strode to the table of the boss, took the Cuban cigar and held it in his mouth, "APLUS, you...don't blame us...we will..." he clicked and said, without burning for a long time.

Song Ya ignored him, holding his temple in his hand, and elbowed him on the table in a daze.

Sloan took out his cell phone and continued to dial Eli's number non-stop.

"It's the Secret Service car!"

In Washington, Eli hung up the call, and he saw Gore's deputy commander convoy approaching...

Peter looked back abruptly.

"The deputy commander leads the students."

The two former allies faced each other individually for the first time after their current rivals broke up. Although Gore was deliberately late for a long time, Peter did not express any dissatisfaction. The two greeted each other and walked far away.

"Peter..." Gore looked straight into the distance.

"Have you read my speech?" Peter asked with a smile.

"I've seen it, it's wonderful."

"I didn't write down some things I wanted to say because it was inconvenient to be seen by APLUS," said Peter.

"Oh?"

"I'm not going to talk about this, anyway I'm sorry, I have said a lot of things against you during this period." Peter apologized.

"Election, I understand."

"I am willing to quit, but there are some prerequisites."

"Please speak…"

At two o'clock in the morning, Jim Clark, the Silicon Valley tycoon, was lying on the office sofa to take a nap. Song Ya was still sitting in the chair and barely moved. Sloan still called Eli regularly.

"Ling Ling Ling..."

Suddenly the office landline rang, and Jim Clark sat upright for a moment. Sloan put down the phone and picked up the microphone, "Elay?"

"It's Amy..."

It's Amy Adams, "Is he still fooling around at the dinner party? Not coming back tonight?"

"We're still working..." Sloan handed the microphone to Song Ya.

"Hehe, it seems that you two often work together until late..." Amy suddenly became jealous.

"Don't make trouble, I'm busy with business, Mr. Clark is also here." Song Ya stretched the microphone to Jim Clark.

"FXXK! I don't want to wait any longer, let's do it APLUS! Still the same sentence, you choose yourself!"

Jim Clark didn't bother to help him testify to the woman. He burst into foul language impatiently, got up and walked towards the door.

"Wait Mr. Clark!" Sloan stopped him in a shrill voice, "Look!"

She picked up the phone, and there was a text message from Eli on the screen...

‘Finish! ’

"FXXK!" Jim Clark scolded again after seeing it clearly, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com went back to the sofa and sat down.

"Come on some champagne?" Song Ya was actually not that scared, but at any rate he was finally able to let go of his hanging heart, walked to the wine cabinet in relief, picked a good bottle of champagne, and opened it slowly.

"Is there anything? It's so late."

On the other side, Chicago Mayor Jr. Daley was awakened by the ringing of the phone in his sleep, and his brother's voice came over there, "Gore has compromised with Peter again!"

"What!? What conditions!?" Little Daly immediately sobered up and asked angrily.

"Peter resigned from the election and resigned as governor at the same time. Gore promised to let go of the past and support her wife's bid for the Cook County State Attorney next year to take over Peter's political legacy!"

"FXXK! FXXK! FXXK!"

Little Daley was so angry that he dropped the landline to the ground, cursing wildly.

(End of this chapter)