King of Capital

Chapter 61 After the Shooting
Night, hospital.

Police lights flashed, and several armed police officers vigilantly blocked the hospital entrance.

"Ma'am, you are breaking the law."

The leading police inspector announced solemnly as he personally handcuffed the yellow-skinned woman in front of him.

Su He wiped the blood off his face with his arm, smiled with relief and said, "You must do your best to save him. His life is very important."

"The lives of the two citizens you shot and killed were more important."

The police inspector had a grim look on his face. The woman in front of him drove her car like a madman and forced her way through the interception destination, which turned out to be a hospital. Not only was he not thankful that they were close to him and only fired warning shots, but they didn't have time to kill her on the spot, and she even dared to threaten him.

Su He looked back at the hospital and was taken away in a car in a disheveled state.

"Shit, what kind of status does that guy in there have? They seem to be driving a Porsche, right? These Asian nouveau riche." The police inspector turned around and complained to his colleagues around him.

The colleague stamped out the cigarette butt and shrugged: "We are investigating. As you know, the efficiency of the overtime work of the clerks in the office depends on the tax."

"Let's go in and take a look." The police inspector grinned helplessly.

While the two were talking, a police car came rushing over, and a Bureau Chief in a white shirt with three stars on it jumped out of the car nimbly and rushed into the hospital with his men without even saying hello.

The police inspector felt something was wrong and blinked his eyes and said, "It seems that the identity of the guy in the emergency room does not need to be confirmed."

"listen."

My colleague looked up at the night sky. A bright moon was gradually obscured by a dark shadow. A helicopter roared past and landed on the roof of the hospital.

"Damn it...Fuck..."

The police inspector dropped the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground. He turned and rushed to the police car behind him, grabbed the car intercom and shouted: "We must treat the victim well... Fuck, I mean protect!"

He put down the walkie-talkie and looked back at his colleague who rushed into the hospital with a nimble figure. He tried to force a smile on his face, put on his hat and walked into the hospital calmly. He and his colleagues stood guard quietly outside the emergency room, acting as a cordon.

A little inside the cordon, the director in a white shirt and an old white man with an untidy beard, sparse hair and a pair of glasses stood side by side, keeping quiet.

A little further in, a tall, young, yellow-skinned girl with a cool temperament was communicating with the nurse in a few brief sentences.

The young girl made an apologetic gesture to the white old man and walked aside to make a phone call.

"Professor Joseph, I have to apologize to you for the public security in Manhattan. Fortunately, under the escort of my colleagues, the victim was brought to the hospital for treatment in time..." said the director in white shirt with a shameless face.

The police inspector was full of admiration. It was clearly a car chase, but he could say that he was leading the way and escorting. No wonder he was the director.

At the same time, he became more curious about the guy in the emergency room and asked quietly, "Have you found out the identity of the victim?"

"Not yet, but I do know this old man, Joseph Stiglitz, Nobel Prize winner in Economics and professor at Columbia University." The colleague replied, covering his mouth.

The superintendent raised an eyebrow in surprise: "How do you know him?"

"A few years ago, before you were transferred here, there were three photos on the desk of our old director's office. One was a commemorative photo of his graduation from Columbia University, one was a commemorative photo of his first return to Columbia University as an outstanding alumnus to donate money, and the other was a solo photo with Professor Joseph." The colleague said speechlessly.

The police inspector felt a little annoyed. Schools like Columbia University are full of academic cliques.

More than half an hour later, several yellow-skinned people who claimed to be from the Consulate General in New York hurriedly appeared outside the emergency room.

Then, a vice president of TIAA (Teachers' Retirement Association of America), one of the American insurance giants, rushed in with two assistants. Without saying a word, they arrested the director in white shirt on the spot and spit in his face, shouting that if it was because of you that the rescue time was delayed, you'll have to wait to see him in court!

After taking a breath, he turned around and continued to curse into the phone, asking them to mobilize the business jet and have doctors from the Cleveland Clinic and Mayo Clinic come for a consultation immediately.

More than half an hour later, another helicopter landed on the hospital rooftop, and several guys from the Chinese Embassy in Washington, D.C. appeared outside the emergency room. One of them was a man with a resolute face and a bulge around his waist. He claimed to be the military attaché of the embassy and wanted to take over security protection.

Lawyer, security company, New York State legislator, former deputy secretary of state...

The red light in the emergency room remained on. The police inspector and his colleagues stood guard out of boredom until they punched out in the early morning. Because there were so many people at the scene that they surrounded the entrance to the emergency room, the director in white shirt had been squeezed from a position a little inside the cordon to stand next to them.

“It seems that the woman was right. His life is indeed important.” The colleague muttered.

The police chief said angrily, well, it doesn’t matter whether they are American citizens or have yellow skin, the lives of rich people are the most important.

The chief in white shirt glared at his two subordinates with a stern expression and decided to go back to the police station to serve another respected victim.

He had just wiped the sweat off his forehead and was about to lead the team to leave when a girl wearing white shoes, a high ponytail, a white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses came over and asked, "Hello, my name is Yu Tong, I'm here to see Zhou Fenglan."

Behind the girl followed several people of all ages, tall and short, fat and thin, young and strong. One of them was an old man who was pushed over in a wheelchair.

"Wait a moment, ma'am."

The director in the white shirt didn't understand her Chinese name, but he guessed what it meant. He immediately turned around and reluctantly helped to separate the crowd.

He knew the old man in the wheelchair, a business tycoon of the New York Chinese Chamber of Commerce. He was not afraid of these businessmen, but he was afraid of the congressman standing at the front of the cordon.

The bullets fired from an AK in the hands of a child and a soldier are equally deadly, the votes cast by yellow skin and black skin and the donated election funds are equally valid… “Please everyone, please disperse.”

Zhou Fenglan stared down at the pistol in his palm with dried blood and an empty magazine, and Yu Tong took the initiative to say something to everyone.

After a while, the crowd gradually dispersed, and only a few embassy and consulate staff stood guard outside the emergency room.

"I'm from the police station." Yu Tong started the conversation softly.

Zhou Fenglan was still immersed in his emotions and didn't know what he was thinking. He said in an erratic tone: "He was shot in the chest and abdomen. The doctor said the situation is very dangerous."

"His work is not finished yet, and he wants you to go to Silicon Valley to help him complete it." Yu Tong emphasized.

"My father and his father have known each other for 20 years, and they have watched each other rise from the bottom to where they are today."

Zhou Fenglan looked up at her and said, "So we are different from you. We don't have too many things to worry about at home. We just know that killing someone means paying for their life and debts mean paying back money, which is a very simple truth."

"...You have to know that people like you and me only have one chance to go crazy in our lifetime. Next time you go crazy, no one will pay attention to you." Yu Tong said slowly after being speechless for a long time.

Zhou Fenglan shook her head: "It's my man who's going to die, not your man."

"I'll go to Silicon Valley, and Microsoft and the other three will be suspicious of each other, so they need to keep calm. The rest will be decided after he wakes up."

Yu Tong stood up and put his hands in his white coat, looking down at his toes: "Yan Wenhua should have another card in his hand. I don't want to hurt my relationship with him, so you should find a way to get here. I don't trust anyone at this time, the cards must be in our own hands."

After saying that, he turned and left without stopping.

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Silicon Valley, Apple headquarters, lunch time.

As usual, Cook wandered around the restaurant randomly and sat down at a table with ordinary employees. They ate and chatted about their views on the company, which could be complaints about the company's system or their expectations for the future development of the company.

He has insisted on doing this thing every day since he took office as CEO. Some people say that this alone shows that he is far worse than Jobs, because the latter was a dictator who was so stingy that he calculated his daily work schedule by ten minutes and would never waste time on trivial matters.

Cook doesn't care about this. No matter what others say, Apple's market value has been rising under his leadership and the board is very satisfied, especially his decision to increase investment in the development of the Chinese mainland market...

Thinking about this, I sat down next to two Asian employees who were talking, and asked with a kind smile, "Gentlemen, what are you talking about? Can I join in?"

"Of course, the topic is related to Apple. China's industrial information department has just released the "Draft for Soliciting Opinions on Cybersecurity Information", stating that it will promote international giants such as Apple and Microsoft to build data service centers in mainland China as soon as possible."

One of the colleagues pulled out his phone and turned on the news, signaling, “Tim, this looks like it’s having some impact on us.”

"Hmm, it seems so." Cook sighed to himself and did not comment.

This is exactly the reason why Tencent and Apple jointly acquired WhatsApp. Ultimately, any company that wants to develop cannot avoid this hurdle. He doesn't really want to discuss political topics with ordinary employees.

"Not only that, another big event happened today. Alibaba's Jack Ma temporarily terminated his trip to New York and returned to China. It is said that he was seriously investigated by Tencent Group for commercial monopoly under his real name, which is likely to affect the listing progress."

Another colleague understood clearly that the company's development strategy had nothing to do with them, so he considerately changed the subject and talked about something else.

Cook doesn't care too much. Although Alibaba is currently the most eye-catching and dazzling Internet upstart on Wall Street, it has nothing to do with him. It's better to think about the development of the Chinese market. He feels that Apple is already well behaved enough.

The so-called draft for soliciting opinions on network information security should not hit Apple in the short term, right?

"Want to go out for drinks after get off work tonight?"

"Forget it. The Chinese General Chamber of Commerce in New York organized a protest march, saying that a Chinese was murdered and shot on the street last night. The embassy reminded Chinese Americans in the United States to pay attention to their safety."

"It's okay. You've only been in the United States for a short time. You'll get used to it after a while. This kind of thing is very common..."

As the two Asian employees were talking, Cook's cell phone rang. It was a private call from Bill Gates.

He cleared the plate and walked to the corner to answer the phone. A voice suddenly came from the other end: "Our matchmaking agent was shot. He just survived the emergency treatment and is now lying in the ICU unconscious. I don't know if he can survive."

"So we want to terminate the cooperation?" Cook keenly felt that something was wrong.

If we rank the importance of WhatsApp to various giants, it is a life-and-death crisis for Facebook, a panacea for Tencent's overseas expansion strategy, and a great opportunity for Google to invade the instant messaging field.

Microsoft and Apple are essentially irrelevant, and Amazon is even less relevant. None of them is interested in going it alone and spending tens of billions of dollars to fight Facebook. It's not that they can't come up with the money, but that it has little to do with the company's development strategy.

But with Tencent rolling up its sleeves to organize the deal, and they are only responsible for investing less money and resources behind the scenes, then the deal becomes interesting.

As the news reports said, Microsoft obtained the private data of hundreds of millions of users; Apple obtained instant messaging technology to improve the iOS ecosystem; Amazon quietly worked on the entire mobile third-party payment software without being restricted by anyone.

This is just the guaranteed bottom line. The upper limit is to watch Tencent and Facebook, two companies that are destined to be enemies in the social communication field, fight to the end. It would be best if Facebook is killed. At that time, it will not be too late to discuss the ownership of WhatsApp based on their own abilities.

At least Tencent is a foreign company, and everything it is experiencing now may be repeated in the future.

However, now that the intermediary who organized the event is gone, can we still trust Tencent? Can we trust the other two partners?
Countless thoughts flashed through Cook's mind in an instant.

(End of this chapter)