In the reception room on the fourth floor of Twitter, Emma Bateson and her assistant were sitting on the sofa, looking at Hawke and Edward opposite.
She asked her assistant to hand the prepared plan to Hawke and said: "We invited a third-party professional agency to conduct a valuation of Twitter, and the valuation was US$1.2 billion."
Hawke said directly without reading the plan: "The valuation is too low."
Emma discussed the matter: "Twitter has a large number of active users, but it has only been established for half a year and has not yet found a stable revenue channel. It will be operating at a loss for many years to come."
Hawke retorted: "Users represent all possibilities in the future."
"But we can't calculate it like this for investors. We also have to measure investment returns." The plan in Emma's hand was drawn up by BlackRock's San Francisco branch. She was only responsible for serving as a bridge of communication: "Hoke, you first How about a quote? ”
Hawke nodded slightly: "Okay."
Emma said: "BlackRock's San Francisco branch is willing to acquire half of your Twitter shares for US$500 million, and you will continue to serve as Twitter's CEO and not interfere with Twitter's daily operations."< br>
"I still say the same thing, the valuation is low." Hawke added another point: "Do you not interfere in daily operations, including the direction of public opinion on Twitter?"
This is an unavoidable topic, and it will be reflected in the contract between the two parties. Emma cannot give a wrong signal, saying: "Of course, Twitter must maintain consistency with BlackRock Group when it comes to major public opinions."< br>
Hawke bluntly said: "I cannot accept this, because in this way, Twitter will lose its independence."
Emma said: "But Twitter can have the full support of BlackRock and all its company platforms."
Hawke couldn't help but shook his head: "Twitter's independence is a key point, and I will not give up."
The most critical point could not be negotiated, so Emma could only raise the price: "BlackRock can increase it to US$600 million."
Hawke still firmly refused: "This is not a question of price, but a question of principle."
"You should take a look at the plan first." Emma said goodbye at the right time: "I will communicate with San Francisco."
Hawke stood up and shook her hand.
Emma left in a hurry with her assistant.
The two people went downstairs and got in the car. The assistant said: "It is difficult to go through normal channels."
Emma agrees: "Principled differences are not easy to deal with."
The assistant suggested: "Should we use some other method..."
Although Emma is very confident in her appearance, she is not blind: "In a transaction worth hundreds of millions of dollars, even if I am involved personally, how much role can I play?"
She chuckled: "Don't be kidding. With hundreds of millions of dollars, you can find dozens of people like me."
The assistant said no more.
Emma added: "You have also overlooked one thing. This is Los Angeles, not San Francisco. This is not our home court, but it is Twitter's home court. Some methods that can be used in San Francisco cannot be used in Los Angeles. If you really want to use it, No matter what happens, not many people will help us.”
The assistant responded: "I understand."
Emma asked the driver to drive: "Let's go back and continue to communicate with the San Francisco side to see what they want to do."
Upstairs, Hawke returned to the office, opened the file and checked it carefully to make sure there was nothing abnormal, and then 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 was not difficult for Hawke to judge that the other party wanted to use hundreds of millions of dollars as bait to get rid of him, a Wyoming country bumpkin who had never seen the world, so as to gain control of Twitter.
At least keep Twitter in line with Blue Party opinion.
Hawke picked up the phone, called Mary Ferguson, told her about the meeting with Emma, and faxed the plan.
When it's time to hug his thigh, he won't hesitate.
The La Ferguson family invested together in part because of these troubles.
Now that Twitter has become a big piece of cake, the Ferguson family will naturally not let people reach out to it casually.
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Long Beach, the highway to San Diego.
Tim, who came from Santa Monica 20th Street, accompanied by private detective Coulson, came under a highway bridge.
Two Mexicans were already waiting here.
Seeing a strange car approaching, they all grabbed the guns under their clothes.
Coulson made a phone call and waited for the ringtone to ring over there. He then got out of the car with his cell phone and said loudly: "It was me, Chrissy, who introduced you here, codename Rattlesnake."
The bald Mexican shouted: "Get out of the car, hurry up, everyone get off."
Tim followed and got out of the car.
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 opened the bag and revealed the dollar bills inside.
The bald man was very satisfied: "Come here."
Coulson went over with Tim and placed the bag of money on the front hood of the car.
The bald head signaled his younger brother with his eyes.
Another tattooed man ran to the car, took out a bag, and handed it over: "You guys can inspect the goods." Coulson took the initiative to take it.
The bald man inspected the money, and he inspected the goods, both at the same time.
Tim took a look and saw 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 so powerful that it is the first choice to let the target fly to the sky in a plane.
Coulson checked it and nodded to Tim: "The goods are fine."
The bald man quickly finished counting the money and said with a smile: "If you need anything, just contact us."
Coulson responded: "I will call you if necessary."
The two shook hands and left.
Tim followed Coulson into the car, put away the plastic explosives, and headed back to Los Angeles.
Coulson asked: "Do you really want to use these things?"
"What are you afraid of? It's not like I haven't used it before." Tim said lightly: "I won't let you do it."
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Coulson thought of Miller Collins behind the Ackerman Aid Station.
He asked: "Hawk Osmond is different. Once a person dies..."
Tim was shaking his head: "People are troublesome when they are alive. 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 be thrown into a murderer. Things will eventually settle down.”
Coulson smiled: "Your competition is too complicated, as long as I can make money."
Tim also has an old relationship with him, and he specifically said: "The higher-ups haven't decided to take action yet, but if they really do, once it succeeds, you can travel overseas to relax and come back in a few months."
"I just want to take a vacation." Coulson understood what this meant: "When I come back from overseas, I will prepare to retire."
Tim pointed to the place where the plastic explosives were hidden: "You need to modify these."
Coulson snapped his fingers: "No big deal."
The car arrived in Culver City, near Sony Studios, Tim changed into his own car and drove back to Santa Monica alone.
On the way, he received a call from his immediate boss Douglas: "What's going on over there?"
"All preparations have been made." Tim said as concisely as possible: "You can start at any time."
Douglas warned: "Don't act rashly, follow my instructions."
Tim said: "Got it."
The phone was quickly hung up over there.
When it got dark, Tim's car turned onto 20th Street and arrived near the door of his home, when Jet Brown's Volvo drove over.
The latter honked the horn, parked 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. Are you very busy at work?"
Tim also lowered the window and said with a smile: "I went out on a business trip and I just came back."
Jet's job is to make direct calls to people. Those who can live in this community are not ordinary people. He took the initiative to invite: "Do you have time tonight? Let's have a drink together. Invite Hawke to join us. Let's have a men's game." party.”
Tim declined: "I have been out for several days and have been busy working. I am so tired. I urgently need a rest. How about I ask for it another day?"
Jeter didn't force anyone: "Okay, let's call another day."
Tim nodded in his direction, used the electronic key to open the garage door, started the car and turned in.
Jett also backed the car into his garage.
He entered the home, went to the second floor to change clothes, and found that Hawke's Mercedes and Erica's Big G entered the garage next door one after the other.
Erica came over, and Hawke definitely didn't have time.
After being neighbors for a few months, Jett discovered something. The couple next door were not very energetic, and they often did things twice a night.
Thinking about my small body, even a Diana cannot satisfy her.
Jet shook his head and sighed, the gap between people was too big.
Next door, Erica offered to cook a dinner for Hawke with the ingredients she just bought in the supermarket.
Hawke leaned on the kitchen door frame, looked at it, and asked, "Are you okay? Do you want my help?"
Erica turned back and smiled and said: "Don't underestimate me, I have taken a cooking class, not a bad American cooking class."
Hawke pretended to be frightened: "It won't be a British cooking class, right? My dear, eating a meal like that will kill you."
"Of course there's no such thing as British food." Erica seemed to understand the power of British food and said, "I studied Italian and Spanish cooking. Although I'm not good at it, I can make simple barbecue and pasta. ”
She pointed outside: "You can go to the living room to watch TV. Please wait patiently."
Hawke stopped disturbing her, returned to the living room, turned on the TV, watched the news, and specially switched to the entertainment channel.
It just so happened that the entertainment channel was showing news about Tom Cruise and his relationship with the Church of Scientology.
Tom Cruise, wearing the uniform of a senior member of the Church of Scientology, stood on a high platform and gave a speech, calling on more people to embrace the Church of Scientology.
This isn't a recent video, it's from a few years ago, and Tom Cruise looks younger than he does now.
Hawke sighed to himself, this guy has so many negative things. (End of chapter)