The Wolf of Los Angeles

In the reception room on the fourth floor of Twitter, Emma Bateson and his assistant were sitting on the sofa, looking at Hawk and Edward opposite each other.

She asked the assistant to hand over the planned plan to Hawke, saying: "We invited third-party professional institutions to value Twitter at a valuation of $1.2 billion."

Hawke didn't read the plan and said directly: "The valuation is too low."

Emma talks about the matter: "Twitter has a large number of active users, but it has only been six months since its establishment. It has not yet explored a stable revenue channel. It will be in a loss-making operation state for many years to come."

Hawke retorted: "The user represents everything that is possible in the future."

"But for investors, we must also measure investment returns." Emma's plan was drafted by BlackRock's San Francisco branch, and she is only responsible for serving as a bridge of communication: "Hawke, you first Listen to the quote? ”

Hawke nodded slightly: "Yes."

Emma said: "BlackRock San Francisco is willing to acquire half of your Twitter shares for $500 million, and you will continue to serve as the CEO of Twitter and will not interfere with Twitter's daily operations."

"I'm still saying the same thing, the valuation is low." Hawke said another point: "Doesn't interfere with daily operations, including the direction of public opinion on Twitter?"

This is a topic that cannot be avoided and will also be reflected in the contract between the two parties. Emma cannot give a wrong signal and said, "Of course, in major public opinion, Twitter must maintain consistency with BlackRock Group."

Hawke said bluntly: "I can't accept this because in this way, Twitter will lose its independence."

"But Twitter can get full support from BlackRock Group and all its corporate platforms," ​​Emma said.

Hawke couldn't help but shake his head: "The independence of Twitter is the key point, I won't give up."

The most critical point cannot be negotiated, Emma can only raise the price: "BlackRock can increase it to $600 million."

Hawke still firmly refused: "It's not a matter of price, but a matter of principle."

"You can read the plan first." Emma said goodbye at the right time: "I will communicate with San Francisco again."

Hawke stood up and shook her hands.

Emma hurriedly left with her assistant.

The two went downstairs and got into the car, and the assistant said, "It's hard to go through the normal channel."

Emma agrees: “Principle differences are not easy to deal with.”

The assistant suggested, “Would we use something else…”

Although Emma is confident about her appearance, she will not blindly say: "In a transaction of up to hundreds of millions of dollars, even if I enter the game, how much role can I play?"

She laughed: "Stop kidding, hundreds of millions of dollars, you can find dozens of people like me."

The assistant won't say much.

Emma said again: "You also overlooked one thing. This is Los Angeles, not San Francisco, this is not our home court, but Twitter's home court. Some of the methods that can be used in San Francisco cannot be used in Los Angeles. I really need to go out. No one will help us.”

The assistant replied, "I understand."

Emma asked the driver to drive: "Let's go back and continue to communicate with San Francisco to see what they want to do."

Upstairs, Hawke returned to the office, opened the file and checked it carefully, and confirmed that there was no abnormality. Then he looked at the investment plan inside.

The specific content is exactly the same as what Emma Bateson said. As for the so-called platform and resource support later, it is meaningless when Twitter loses its independence.

It is not difficult for Hawke to judge that the other party wants to use hundreds of millions of money as bait to deal with him, the Wyoming country bumpkin who has never seen the world, and thus take control of Twitter.

At least we must keep Twitter consistent with the public opinion of the Blue Party.

Hawke picked up the phone, called Mary Ferguson, told about the meeting with Emma, ​​and faxed the plan.

He won't hesitate when it's time to hold his thighs.

The Laferguson family invested together in part because of these troubles.

Now that Twitter has become a big cake, the Ferguson family naturally won’t let people reach out.

...

Long Beach, the highway to San Diego.

Tim, who came from Santa Monica 20th Street, accompanied by private detective Coson, came to the bottom of a highway bridge.

Two Mexicans are already waiting here.

When they saw a strange car coming, they held the gun under their clothes at the same time.

Kosen made a phone call, and when the ringing sounded there, he got off the car with his cell phone and said loudly, "It's me, introduced by Krish, codenamed Rattlesnake."

The bald Mexican yelled, "Everyone gets out, hurry up, all get out."

Tim got out of the car with him.

The two walked towards the Mexican side.

Tim also patted the black plastic bag in his hand: "This is money."

The bald man shouted, "Open."

Tim unbuttoned the bag and exposed the US dollar bills inside.

The bald man was very satisfied: "Come here."

Coson and Tim went over together, putting the bag of money on the front hood of the car.

The bald man signaled his eyes.

Another tattooed man ran to the car, carried a bag out, and handed it over: "You guys inspect the goods." Kosen took the initiative to pick it up.

The bald man checked the money, and he checked the goods, and carried out the goods at the same time.

Tim took a look and found that the bag was full of good plastic explosives. As long as the detonator was connected, it would be a ready-made bomb.

This thing is powerful and the first choice for the target to take a dirt plane to the sky.

Coson checked and nodded at Tim: "It's no problem with the goods."

The bald man quickly ordered the money and said with a smile: "If you need anything, please contact us."

Coeson replied, "I will call you if you need it."

The two shook hands and left.

Tim followed Coson into the car, put away the plastic explosives, and returned to Los Angeles the same way.

Coeson asked, "Do you really want to use these things?"

"What are you afraid of? It's not that you haven't used it." Tim downplayed: "I won't let you do it."

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Coson thought of Miller Collins behind Ackerman Charity Relief Station.

He asked, "Haoke Osmon is different, once someone dies..."

Tim shook his head: "Life is trouble. As long as a person dies, the forces behind him are not thinking about revenge, but what kind of benefits can be obtained from it. As long as the benefits are large enough, they will throw them a murderer in front. Things will eventually settle."

Kosen smiled and said, "Your battle is too complicated. I just need to make money."

Tim has a long relationship with him, and said specifically: "They are not sure that they will take action yet. If they are really going to take action, once they succeed, you go overseas to relax and come back in a few months."

"I just happened to want to take a leave." Kosen understood what this said: "When I come back from overseas, I will be ready to retire."

Tim pointed to the place where the plastic explosives were hidden: "You need to modify these."

Kosen snapped his fingers and said, "I mean nothing."

The car came to Culver City, and near the Sony Studios, Tim changed his car and drove back to Santa Monica alone.

On the way, he received a call from his boss Douglas: "What's going on over there?"

"The preparations are ready," Tim said as concisely as possible. "You can start anytime."

Dougles reminded: "Don't act rashly, listen to my instructions."

Tim said, "Get it."

The phone was hung up quickly.

When it got dark, Tim's car turned into 20th Street and came near the doorstep. Jet Brown's Volvo happened to drive over.

The latter honked the horn, stopped the car on the side of the road, lowered the glass and greeted him: "Tim, I haven't seen you in the past few days, I'm very busy with work?"

Tim also lowered the car window and said with a smile: "I'm going out for a trip to another place. I'm just back."

Jeter's job is to call people directly. Those who can live in this community are not ordinary people. He took the initiative to invite: "Do you have time tonight? Have a drink together, call Hawke and let's have a men's party. The party.”

Tim declined: "I've been out for several days this time and have been busy with work. I'm so tired. I need a rest. Why don't I ask for it another day?"

Jeter didn't force himself: "Okay, call another day."

Tim nodded at him, opened the garage door with the electronic key, started the car and turned it in.

Jeter also dumped his car into his garage.

He entered the house and went to the second floor to change his clothes. He found Hawke's Mercedes-Benz and Erica's Big G, one in front and one behind, entering the next garage.

Erica is here, Hawke must have no time.

I have been a neighbor for several months, and Jeter discovered something. The couple next door was not as energetic as they were, and they often struggled twice a night.

Thinking about my little body, I can't even satisfy Diana.

Jet shook his head and sighed, the gap between people was too big.

Next door, Erica proposed that the ingredients she had just purchased in the supermarket would cook for Hawke to cook for dinner.

Hawke leaned against the kitchen door frame and asked, "Can you do it? Do you want me to help?"

Erica smiled back and said, "Don't underestimate me, I've taken cooking classes, it's not a bad American cooking class."

Hawke pretended to be horrified: "It's not an English cooking class, is it? Dear, it's going to be dead if you eat such a meal."

"Of course, it won't be a ghost British dish." Erica seemed to understand the power of British cuisine, and said, "I learned Italian and Spanish cooking. Although I was not good at learning, it was fine to make simple barbecue and pasta. ”

She pointed outside: "You can go to the living room to watch TV, please be patient."

Hawke stopped disturbing her, returned to the living room, turned on the TV, watched the news, and specially changed to the entertainment channel.

Just so happens that the Entertainment Channel is playing Tom Cruise's news about him and the Science Teaching.

Tom Cruise wore senior teaching uniforms of the Science Teaching Masters and stood on the platform to give a speech, calling on more people to fall into the arms of the Science Teaching Masters.

This is not the latest video, it should be from a few years ago, and Tom Cruise looks younger than he is now.

Hawke sighed inwardly, this guy's negative side is endless. (End of this chapter)