Chicago 1990

Manhattan, Waldorf Astoria, Littleman booked a suite with a small meeting room, no reporters, no flashing lights, and no outsiders.

Since Litman Publishing is a family business, the shareholding structure is simple and simple, and complicated and complicated. A row across the long conference table is full. Except for lawyers and accountants, the rest are relatives with a small amount of equity in him, who formally signed the acquisition. Before the memorandum, they had to sign the documents related to the authorization and distribution of benefits after the publishing house was sold.

Litman didn’t want to coordinate with the relatives in person when things happened. It’s fine to sign on the spot, but the atmosphere in the meeting room was still very depressing. Song Ya tried not to disturb them, put his elbows on the table and lifted his cheeks. Keep quiet and wait silently.

"Humph!"

A white man who looked slightly like Litman sneered after signing, then took up his hand, leaned his body to the back of the chair, and waited for a playful mocking expression on his face.

This person seems to be Litman's cousin or cousin? Anyway, I heard Ovitz say that he had stumbled Litman in selling the publishing house, and the feud between the two was ended when Litman's grandfather separated the family property.

The document was passed to the hands of an elegantly dressed white old lady next to Litman. Her lower lip trembled slightly when she took the pen, and immediately took out a handkerchief and tapped on the left and right inner corners of her eyes after the hard signing.

"Don't do that, Mam..."

Litman pulled the document from his mother, who was sobbing silently, and signed it neatly, then dropped his pen and looked at Ovitz in the middle of the conference table.

"Counsel for both parties." Ovitz gestured to Goodman and the other's lawyer.

"no problem."

Goodman and Samuel of Yongdao checked the document and pushed it to Song Ya.

Song Ya personally checked carefully.

The transaction included an 89% stake in Litman Publishing, which owns a headquarters building in a small town in New York State, a new printing plant near the headquarters, and a small town in the south. In the old printing plant, the property rights of land, plant and equipment are all owned or partly owned.

Offices and office space in major cities across the country are all rented.

Publishing houses have the copyright and distribution rights of many textbooks, novels and other publications, as well as the distribution rights of some newspapers, magazines and printed advertisements. They have also signed long-term editing, printing and distribution contracts for promotional materials with some brands, most of which are junk letters that are regularly stuffed into the mailboxes at the door of residents.

"It turns out that this yacht company's advertisement is yours?"

Song Ya saw a familiar brand, from a yacht manufacturer who often harassed him, and sent it to Highland Park every week with a thick list of yacht models, printed on color coated paper, and beautifully not lost to fashion magazines.

"Yeah." Littleman was in no mood to talk about it.

Song Ya continued to read. The second most valuable asset package is the vast majority of stocks in high-fidelity magazines, followed by modern photography, stereo review and other newspapers and magazines with varying numbers of stocks. The latter proportions did not exceed 100%. Fifty, some of them don't even have the board of directors of the corresponding magazine.

From the hook up to today, the two sides have understood each other very clearly. In the year Litman sold his own American Music Magazine, the value of these paper media alone was estimated to be more than 50 million, and now 85 million. You can also catch up with a publishing house that is functioning normally, is still in balance, and has a slight profit...

"OK."

Song Ya feels that there is no problem. If he wins it, he can promote the distribution of educational video tapes. This requires public relations between the education departments of the states and the education committees in the parliament, and Litman Magazine is fully capable of doing it.

"APLUS, your side..." Ovitz pointed.

"Oh, sorry."

My pre-obligation here is to authorize Johnny Carson’s unwritten memoirs to Litman Publishing, and give them the printing and distribution business of American Music Magazine. "Mrs. Carson, Ms. Fleming "Johnny Carson's current wife, Amerika Music Editor-in-Chief Shirley Fleming and related lawyers were also present, so they signed the documents they were responsible for.

Finally, when it was finally time to sign the acquisition memorandum, the lawyers of both parties put the thick document in front of the two.

Without changing the name of the publisher, leave Litman a director Barabara...

Checking again, finally looking at the number of 85 million dollars in the file, Song Ya subconsciously licked his teeth and felt cruel in his heart. He wrote down and signed his name everywhere in the file pointed by Goodman. Then both parties Exchange files and continue to sign.

"call!"

Eighty-five million yuan, plus the acquisition cost has stabilized over 90 million yuan. Because he trusts Sloan, he didn't personally follow the entire acquisition case. It was still very stressful when he really took out the real money. He Chang Shu In one sigh, he stretched out his hand to Litman: "Shall we celebrate?"

"No, I have another meeting." Litman, who finally showed a little melancholy, refused.

What will? Oh, his creditors are waiting outside, "Then I won't bother."

Litman was too lazy to send it, and raised his hand to show that he knew.

Before Song Ya and his party left and the creditors went in, there was a sudden fierce quarrel with a southern accent in the meeting room, which had nothing to do with him.

"This business is not bad boy!"

Ovitz patted his face affectionately, "Is there something to say? Only the more painful the negotiating opponent can prove that the transaction is right!"

"hope so……"

Song Ya doesn't feel that this old man is doing his best. In any case, this is hard to change. After the transaction is officially completed in January next year, the nearly 100 million green rice knives will no longer belong to him.

"Dress yourself up tonight, and I will show you some big people." Ovitz said.

"at night?"

"how?"

"I'm going to participate in the charity auction here in the evening." When I made an appointment with Murdoch, it was not convenient to tell Ovitz.

"Ha! We are talking about the same thing, see you tonight?"

"See you tonight."

The two parties broke up in the corridor, and Song Ya gently sent Ms. Fleming out of the hotel before returning to her suite.

"Are you going to show up in social situations with him?" Sloan asked.

"This guy had better understand his situation and don't embarrass me."

Song Ya only knew that this charity auction was hosted by Mrs. Astor herself. Murdoch will definitely be there at night. Maybe there are other people in the media industry who are too close to Ovitz, and gossip can easily be passed on to the Disney Emperor. In the ears.

Although he didn't ask if Fox Pictures would comply with the ban initiated by Disney, Hollywood tycoons shouldn't have public relations with Ovitz at this time, "Tired!" A week of intensive rehearsal, people are still in Chicago in the morning. , He fell on the sofa and refused to get up.

"So you don't have any plans for publishing houses and magazines that have just spent 85 million?"

Sloan threw a pillow over.

"Of course there is, but now I am sorry for the inconvenience. Let's talk about it when I get the thing." Song Ya sells it.

"Liitman won't break the contract. You know he can't afford it if you look at his situation today," Sloan said.

"I have encountered too many accidents, there is no need to bet."

Song Ya smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will revitalize this publishing house. It will survive."

"What about those magazines?"

"The magazine can be opened to find a buyer. The news has been spread by Ms. Shirley Fleming." Song Ya replied.

"These are things Litman can't sell."

Sloan said: "Maybe from next year, we will lose money like Amerika Music Magazine, or the shares will continue to shrink."

"In short, the solution is more difficult than the difficulty, maybe this..."

Song Ya picked up a pile of high-fidelity, modern photography, stereo review magazines and other magazines on the table and flipped through it. "Imported to the Internet like Amerika Music, do you think it's a mess?"

"I don't understand that." Sloan glanced at Shakira who came out of the bedroom in a daze, and disappeared automatically when he went out.

"There is almost no useful content in a large magazine..."

These magazines are struggling to survive. Half of the contents are advertisements for audio and photographic equipment, and the other half are mostly soft articles. Only a few articles are left for useful information. Although the printing is much more exquisite than the American music magazine, There are not many things that can be carried online, and the style is far from as good.

He threw the magazine to the ground casually, put his arms around Shakira who got into his arms, and quickly took a nap.

"Ok?"

Suddenly he heard the song of his ex-wife on the TV. He opened his eyes and Shakira was watching intently, "Too little, too little to wear."

It turns out that today is the day of her Madison Square Garden concert. HBO is broadcasting, and I don’t know how much it cost to win it. It is called a fantasy concert. She is singing the last few lines of Dreamlover.

The lover of your dreams come and save me

North and South

Take me wherever you want to go baby

Ineedyousodesperately

I need you so desperately

Won'

Please come by my side

'CauseIwanttoshareforeverwithyoubaby

Cause I want to be with you forever baby

She sang and twisted her joyful dance steps with Lanhua's fingers. After singing, she lay an enchanting POSE on the stage steps, glaring at the camera. Beauty is still beautiful. After giving birth to Xiao Leijia, she raised her cup, her figure is hot, but the stage costumes are too revealing, "No one dares to care what she wears now? Really, people who are already mothers..."

It feels like she sang to herself, but Song Ya still couldn't help but complain.

"She is really good at singing." Shakira commented from a professional perspective.

"of course."

"APLUS, it's time to go to the charity auction." Sloan knocked on the door outside.

"Already..." Oh, he turned his head and looked out the window. It was already night, "I'll go out for a while and come back soon." He had to say to Shakira.

After wearing a formal dress for a while, he went out with Sloan contentedly after listening to the invincible bass of his ex-wife's next song Without You.

The auction exhibits are set up in the sky corridor between the Waldorf Astoria and the Astra Hotel. Both hotels belonged to the Astor family before. Mrs. Astor, who was born in 1902, has a very honorable status. How do you describe it? What? Somewhat similar to the patriarch and grandmother of the New York old money.

The auction has not yet officially opened. A large number of upper-class people wandering around with wine glasses. Among them are many familiar industry leaders and billionaires. He did not expect today's auction to be so high.

The first big diamond ring given to his ex-wife was photographed at the charity auction here, but Mrs. Astor herself did not show up. Today, Songya didn’t come here to shoot anything, "There." Dressed in a decent evening dress. Sloan quickly saw Bill McKennick, the president of Fox Pictures.

"APLUS." Bill McKennick, who should have been waiting for himself, also waved here.

We were going over there with Sloan, halfway through the sudden appearance of Ovitz, he handed the wine glass to Sloan, "APLUS, come over, I will take you to meet someone." Ovitz said.

"Uh, can I talk to my friend first?" Song Ya asked.

"Who do you think you see? Mr. Warren Buffett!" Ovitz bit his ear mysteriously.

"Wow……"

The **** of investment, the world’s second richest man is indeed worth letting Bill McKennick wait first. Ovitz obviously doesn’t want to take Sloan. Song Ya winks at Sloan, who is holding a wine glass in one hand, and chooses to go first with Ovitz. Wiitz left.

"Huh? It was here just now." Being pushed back affectionately by Ovitz, the two strolled around the three-hundred-meter long corridor without finding anyone, Ovitz took him back again.

How do you feel that this old man is fooling himself again? There are so many people who saw this scene, "Uh, I have no time. I have an appointment, Mr. Ovitz." Song Ya stood still, not wanting to walk with him anymore.

"Don't be silly boy, let's talk about Disney with Mr. Buffett. His Berkshire Hathaway owns a lot of Disney stock. He is very dissatisfied with Eisner's recent behavior." Ovitz persuaded.

What does this have to do with me? My Metropolis label will point to Disney in the future to release records! Song Ya was thinking of an excuse to slip away, and just met another billionaire head-on, his ‘head boss’, the chairman of the Nasdaq Stock Exchange, Madoff.

"I just met Murdoch, he seems to be asking where you are." Madoff said.

"Mr. Murdoch, haha, yes, let's meet him first, maybe with Mr. Buffett, right?" Ovitz was amused.

"Yes, Mr. Buffett is also..."

Madoff suddenly hesitated, and after observing Song Ya's asking for help, he said, "I mean Murdoch wants to see APLUS."

"Oh." Ovitz realized that he had misunderstood. UU reading www.uukanshu. com "The person you are dating is..."

"Yes, sorry, Mr. Ovitz."

Song Ya stood behind Madoff cleverly, "Can you take me there?"

"Ok."

Madoff and Ovitz shook hands and hurriedly led the way.

Ovitz was a little upset, and after a while for a while, he chose to hang far behind the two of them. He was familiar with doing this when he was an agent.

He saw the old man being led out of the promenade by Madoff, walking around and walking into a door, taking advantage of the time the door was opened and closed, he saw the few people inside, and subconsciously took a breath.

What kind of group photo does it seem to be taking? Song Ya didn't realize it. At first he focused on the photographer in front of a few chairs, "Would you like to introduce it to you?" Madoff asked.

"Uh, okay, lucky to meet Mr. Murdoch."

Murdoch didn’t need to introduce him, but Song Ya knew him. He stepped forward and shook hands with Murdoch, who was standing behind the chair, and then... "Mrs. Astor." The old woman sitting in the middle of the front row was the host. Mrs. Astor.

"Mr. Buffett..."

He recognized one more, and another, "Dr. Kissin." Both were top bosses born at the beginning of this century. There was a bit of decay in the room, and Madoff might be considered the youngest among them.

"So you don't know him?"

Dr. Kissin looked at himself meaningfully, and smiled as he shook hands with another sitting white man.

"Uh……"

Familiar, Song Ya looked at the opponent desperately and remembered it! I saw the photo of the other party in the University of Chicago library or the portrait, "Mr. Rockefeller." David Rockefeller, the third generation of the Rockefeller family, the University of Chicago was funded by his family.

The last old man couldn't recognize it, "Gates, William Henry Gates II." The old man smiled and stretched out his hand to introduce himself.