The reason Angela would say to Natalie, "Help me take care of Jesse when she comes to Harvard to make a movie" is because she's being forced to change.
In fact, she made that decision mentally when she said the word "sorry" to Jessica on the phone.
Liv's entanglement made her have to face up to the things she had avoided for a long time. Although Angela believed that Liv would definitely not talk nonsense, but after getting along for a few years, she also knew that although the other party was a little confused in personality, that sentence "Fair competition" is definitely not a joke.
Angela knew what she was thinking and knew that it was delusion, but in order to prevent the worst situation, she had to fight for the possibility of N zeros after the decimal point. However, her small and cautious way of thinking made her abandon the possibility of revealing everything directly on the phone early. Angela chose to boil a frog in warm water.
However, some things are not necessarily what they want to be, especially when it comes to feelings, no matter how detailed the plan is, there will be surprises. Unfortunately, Angela does not understand it now.
"You really don't have class?" Natalie looked at her dubiously, and almost wrote "I don't believe it" on her face.
"Am I going to lie to you about this? Please, Nat, if I do skip class, Mr. Garvey Gawain will rudely mark my homework as zero." Angela rolled her eyes and said yes Her distrust was very angry, "Please, I've been tired for three days, don't I even have time to rest?"
After the Grammy Awards, Angela stayed in Los Angeles for three days before returning to Boston, because there were a lot of things to deal with, such as preparing the script written by Jessica and Lindsay to make a movie, plus There are programs like interviews to attend, so I'm so busy. After returning to Boston, I was forced by my studies to stay with my tutor for three consecutive days. It was really hard work. Fortunately, I could enjoy the treatment that Natalie brought her breakfast every day.
"Okay, then have a good rest." Natalie shook her head, turned off the computer and continued to read.
"Please, Nat, since I can finally rest and you happen to have no class, why can't you chat with me?" Angela rudely snatched the book from her hand.
Natalie glared at her. "Looks like I should go to the library instead of staying in the bedroom."
"Oh, don't be like this, dear, it's so cold outside, what if you catch a cold when you go out?" Angela immediately changed into a pitiful look, "What a wonderful thing to chat with me in the bedroom. "
"Okay, okay," Natalie rolled her eyes helplessly, "what do you want to talk about?"
"Well... Let's talk about the interesting things around you in the past two months," Angela thought for a while, "You talk first."
"Interesting thing? There are indeed a few things, such as..." Natalie recalled, "On February 5th, I attended the Chinatown New Year's Day in New York... Oh, it should be called the Spring Festival Parade. Although it happens every year, it is estimated because It's a millennium so this time it's huge, and the Empire State Building even has red and yellow lights to celebrate."
"Wow, that must be great." Angela, who praised her, was a little lost.
It is both familiar and unfamiliar. The Spring Festival, which once represented the reunion of thousands of families, has been replaced by Christmas and New Year in her current life. A faint sadness suddenly came to her heart, and was dispelled in an instant. She didn't want to dig out the thing that troubled her when she was filming "The Pianist".
"It's really interesting. The lions and 'dragons' they dance are also more gorgeous and good-looking than before. I have to say that the Chinese are really smart." Natalie has become very interested here, under the influence of Angela She knew a lot more about China, "By the way, did you know that I met Chinese media who came to New York for interviews under the Empire State Building, and they actually knew me, so I deliberately said a few words to them in Chinese. "
"I can imagine what kind of reaction your tone will evoke." Angela said slyly.
"But they all said I spoke well." Natalie was a little puzzled, and then she laughed: "I told them that my Chinese was taught by you, and your Chinese was no different from the Chinese, even You can also write ancient Chinese poems.”
"What?" Angela couldn't help but be shocked, "You told them I wrote ancient Chinese poems?!"
"Didn't you read it to me?" Natalie looked at her puzzled.
"God, I will be laughed at to death by the Chinese." Angela yelled and covered her face.
"How come, they were surprised and proud when they heard that Miss Genius can write ancient Chinese poems," Natalie shrugged, "but I didn't read your ancient Chinese poems to them, I think you read them yourself to compare it is good."
"You didn't read it to them?" Angela seemed to grab a life-saving straw. "Thank God! I finally heard good news. If you did that, I would really feel ashamed."
"Nowhere to be ashamed? Why?" Natalie became more and more puzzled.
"Okay, let's talk about other things." Angela fooled around and turned to other topics.
After the chatterbox is opened, there will naturally be a steady stream of topics, whether it is literature or psychology, and two women can discuss it for a long time, not to mention music and movies. It is natural to talk about Angela, who has won the Grammy's best single for five consecutive times. The song and the nomination for Best Director at the Oscars come here.
"I went to the cinema to see "The Pianist". It was really good. I didn't expect your technique to be so sophisticated. You are truly a genius." Natalie said sincerely.
"It's mainly because Mr. Spearman's novel has set the tone from the very beginning, and I'm just telling it from this perspective." Angela's face was slightly red.
"The people at the film school are probably going to have a headache. This movie is enough for you to win the best director. Think about it, the first female best director and the youngest best director in history." Natalie said here Suddenly he laughed.
"Who knows? The answer won't be revealed until the last second." Angela curled her lips. Whether she won or failed to win the best director, she would make corresponding adjustments in the plan. Of course, it is the best to get it, but after all, I am too young and still a woman. The judges of the Film Academy are not as brave as those from the Recording Association.
Just then the phone rang, Angela took out the phone in her coat pocket and looked at it. It turned out to be Sparrow, so she smiled apologetically to Natalie, picked up the phone and walked to the window. .
"Hi, Jack, good morning, I think you should have just woken up in Los Angeles?" Angela said jokingly.
"If I was lazy to this point, you would have fired me already." Sparrow replied with the same humor.
"So, is it good news?"
"Of course, Russell Crowe has already agreed to the invitation, and he has no reason to refuse the invitation of a director who has been nominated for the best two consecutive times. In addition, the little actors you need have also been selected for you to choose from, if necessary. It can now be faxed or sent to your mailbox.”
"Let's wait until I get to London," Angela suddenly sighed. "I have new ideas for supporting actresses. We will discuss them in detail after we meet in London."
"So, that's it," said Sparrow suddenly remembered something, "but I'll send you an email first with last month's financial statement. Also, congratulations."
"Congratulations? Why?" Angela asked curiously.
"In the next issue of Fortune magazine's list of the richest people under 40, you may be ranked third after Michael Dell and Pierre Omya, and your personal net worth is currently on the way to 10 billion." Sparrow chuckled softly.
"Close to 10 billion?" Angela was really surprised this time. "It seems a bit exaggerated, right? If you add up all my assets, more than 5 billion is certain, but close to 10 billion seems to be... "
"Remember what you inadvertently said to financial advisors a few years ago? Hold on to your IT stock and don't sell it lightly," Sparrow took over, "I have to say it was a far-sighted decision, and now Your IT stock is worth $2.5 billion in Cisco alone!"
"The stock of Cisco is worth 2.5 billion?!" Angela opened her mouth in disbelief.
"Yes, Cisco's stock has been rising in recent years. As of today, the market value has reached 550 billion US dollars, surpassing GM to become the world's number one." Sparrow briefly explained a few words for her.
"I can't believe it." Angela murmured and covered her forehead. She remembered that the IT industry was indeed booming in the late 1990s, but she did not expect that it would surpass General Electric to become the world's First! At this time, something suddenly flashed past her head. She thought it was very important, but when she reached out to grab it, she couldn't catch it.
"I remember... it seemed that there were only a few million Cisco shares at the time." She recalled carefully.
"That was the beginning, and then I held about 20 million." Sparrow seemed to knock on the computer beside him.
"It's almost quadrupled. I'm really lucky." Angela scratched her head. If you can't remember it, don't think about it. Then she asked casually, "By the way, what kind of business does Cisco do?"
He was stunned for a while, and then said with a wry smile: "Have you never read the financial statements carefully?"
"Well... I'm sorry, usually I only look at profits and losses," Angela replied a little embarrassedly, "I pay little attention to the business projects of these companies."
"Cisco's equipment and software products are mainly used to connect computer network systems. Simply put, they are network equipment and software such as routers and switches that form the Internet and data transmission." Sparrow swept Miss Genius.
"That is to say, it was basically developed by relying on the Internet." Angela wanted to use easy language to ease the previous embarrassment, but she was stunned. The light flashed through her mind again, and she finally understood what she was worried about.
"That's about it, if you need me, I can send their information..." Sparrow over there was still talking, but Angela interrupted the next second: "Wait, Jack, don't talk for now and keep on going. Communication status! I have something important!"
Saying that, she ignored Natalie's surprised look, picked up the cordless phone in the room, closed her eyes and recalled it carefully before dialing it.
"Hello, I'm Bernie, who is looking for me?" The chief financial advisor assigned by her father to manage her assets, the fat Bernie Reger, came over the phone. sound.
"Hi Bernie, it's me."
"Miss Angela? I didn't expect to hear your voice. Is there anything I can do for you?" Bernie's tone was full of surprise.
Angela didn't care about those, and said in a serious tone: "Bernie, I have a few questions that I need to ask you now, and I need you to do something at the same time, okay?"
"Please wait a moment." Bernie replied briefly, and there was a frantic voice over there. After a few minutes, his voice came again: "It's alright now."
"Is my Cisco stock worth $2.5 billion? Did Cisco surpass GM after the market opened today? Are all IT stocks growing substantially?" Angela immediately threw three questions.
"In fact, the IT industry has started to grow again since 1998, and it is a miracle that Cisco has gone public. If you open their website now, you can see the CEO's John Chambers on celebrating Cisco's success in After surpassing Microsoft and surpassing GM again to become the world's number one message. It is an unquestionable fact that your Cisco stock is worth 2.5 billion." Bernie said and laughed, but Angela's next words were knocked like a big stick. On his head, he was dizzy and at a loss.
"If I want to sell all 2.5 billion Cisco shares in my hands now, can I do it before the close of the afternoon? How much cash can I get after cashing out?"
"This..." Bernie Reg's wry laughter came from the other end of the phone. It's really depressing to work for such a boss who doesn't understand finance, has good foresight or is very lucky. Fortunately, the number of times this happens not much.
"I think you also know, Miss Angela, although the Cisco stock in your hand is currently worth 2.5 billion, it is only the market value. Once you sell and cash out, the stock will inevitably fall," Bernie explained patiently for her, "The more the number of sell-offs, the higher the market value. The bigger the drop, the faster it will fall. If all the 2.5 billion is sold off, it would be very good to get half of it. Most of the foundations operating in the stock market are controlled by computers. Buying would stop. What's more important is that Cisco's volume in a day is only...$3 billion. It's completely unrealistic to sell completely today."
Angela was silent for a few minutes: "So what's your suggestion?"
"If we want to make as much cash as possible, we can sell the stock to Cisco's shareholders, and I believe they will be happy to do this transaction with their current performance." Bernie quickly gave a solution.
"How long will it take?" Angela's focus is obviously not just cashing out in full.
"Contact, negotiation and transaction, it will take about a few months or half a year." Bernie did the math.
"It's too late." Angela vetoed, "We only have three to five days!"
"It's impossible, Miss Angela," Bernie smiled wryly again, "it would take a lot of time just to get in touch with those directors, and it would take three to five days to put all the shares in the stock market... well, if you think If the time is too long, we can spend one to two weeks to gradually sell, although there will still be losses, but at least about 1.5 billion can be cashed out.”
"One to two weeks? It's still too late, I said there are only three to five days!" Angela's tone was irresistible, "After these few days, everything will be too late!"
After a pause, she spoke again: "Is there any other way?"
There was silence for a moment, and Bernie finally spoke again: "Maybe... there is another way."
Listening to his voice, he seems to want to ask what "everything is late" means, but Angela has no time to explain, every moment is precious now: "What can I do?"
"If we can force Cisco to use a 'poison pill,' then maybe cashing out in full isn't a problem," Bernie said.
"'Poison pill'?" Angela frowned slightly, she tried hard to find those pitiful financial knowledge in her head, "You mean to let Cisco use... reserve funds?"
"If you want to understand it," Bernie sighed on the other side of the phone. "Every public company is prepared to have a 'poison pill' to deal with a hostile takeover crisis. Since Cisco's market value has reached 550 billion , then the reserve fund is at least 10 billion yuan, and it is not a problem to eat these 2.5 billion shares, but…”
Although Bernie didn't continue talking, Angela also understood what he was thinking. Financial advisors are more concerned with managing their assets to maintain stability, and doing this kind of thing may not be very good. Of course, she can find another professional right away, three to five days is not enough. Looking for people, contacting, discussing, and running in, these are enough for her to spend a lot of effort. After these are completed, the opportunity will long pass, so it is better to sell directly now!
Angela walked around the dormitory with two phones in a bit of depression. It was too careless to forget that she had forgotten about it. It would be much better if it was just a few days earlier than now.
Thinking of her, she smiled wryly. After all, she has no talent in finance. If it hadn't been for the IT stocks to stay, if Sparrow had not reminded him before, if he hadn't remembered a little bit, maybe he would have been there long ago. I forgot about it... But, at least you don't have to be so upset now, right
Shaking her head and letting go of this thought, Angela thought again, no matter what, she had to cash out as much of the 2.5 billion as possible. Her intuition told her that it would be of great use.
Finally, Angela stopped and turned her attention to Nata, who was looking at her worriedly: "Nat, can I use your phone?"
"Of course." Natalie nodded and handed her her phone.
After telling Sparrow and Bernie who were waiting for her to hang up, she took a deep breath and pressed the phone number with determination: "Hello, can Mr. Mason answer the phone? I'm her daughter Angela."