Chicago 1990

The discussion about the price of coffee came to an abrupt end, because news came from Canada that the old father was hospitalized with a sudden myocardial infarction, and the young Bronfman immediately hurried home.

Citibank negotiators watched the huge convoy drive away from the headquarters building, and took a note from the secretary from behind.

"A+ copyright and investment management company is willing to buy our Shilla Fund for $50 million?"

He read it casually, and quickly reflected the hidden meaning in it, and couldn't help but sneer, "A reward for negotiating with the Bronfman family? Or buying terms? That miscellaneous... Has the mixed-blood upstart swelled to this point?"

What is enough money for Citigroup? Moreover, the fund products are not in the same department, and the boss of the other party is even his own internal competitor! That nger's flattery was destined to hit the horse's leg.

Of course, I don't know what the big boss would think. Anyway, the conversation with the little Bronfman fell apart. This matter has nothing to do with him. He tore the note to pieces contemptuously.

In Highland Park, Song Ya just signed a document, approving the money, 500,000 dollars, "Go and show it to my personal accountant, he will do it." Return the document to Old Mike, "Just take a moment. Flower, old man."

"For half a year, I think we won't be able to come back for a while." Old Mike scanned the empty study room. We are almost ready to move out, waiting for Song Ya and Shakira on June 1st. When people set off for Europe, construction companies will settle in.

"Ok."

Song Ya didn’t ask any more. When the old Mike left and continued to work on finishing work, Poly Gold refused to contact. The 300 million in cash in his hand successively invested tens of millions of dollars in China and donated more than 100 million soft sister coins. , Chase and Citigroup 150 million, there are other miscellaneous expenses for the decoration here, unknowingly there are less than 100 million left, and I also have to spend some time, "What can I do?" He checked the phone and answered. Record the machine and call back to O'Grady who left the message.

O'Grady, who is in charge of stock investment affairs, did not know that he invested the money in fund products of other banks. "Bloomberg News said that the old Bronfman suffered a myocardial infarction."

"Is it upset by my son's financing? Haha." Song Ya was viciously happy.

"Alright? Little Bronfman should have gotten a lot of funds from financial institutions and Jewish consortia. I think he did a good job overall." O'Grady said.

"Oh."

Indeed, I have been paying close attention here, and the little Bronfman has surpassed most of the rich three generations in running around. "If the old man really hangs up... Isn't the Seagram Group really the only one who has the final say? ?"

"Almost, his brothers and sisters are all raised by the old man using the foundation as pigs. Only an uncle is responsible for part of the business affairs of the wine industry, which is considered competent, but both father and son are very defensive and do not pose a big threat. Old Bronfman The transfer of tax avoidance assets to him is almost completed...Two-thirds of them should be there." O'Grady replied.

"Bad news, isn't it?" So when the little Bronfman takes care of Polygon, and the old man hangs up, he will be more powerful when his attention comes back.

"Probably, but it also depends. This is not a feudal era. Sons cannot fully inherit everything from their elders, such as loyalty."

"Get out, get out!"

In Canada in the north, the little Bronfman who rushed to the hospital overnight rushed into the ward. He roared and drove away the two sisters with abnormal brains and the lamas they had found. "Father..." Then he walked to his father in a complicated mood. Before the bed.

"I'm okay, it's okay, I'm sick."

The old man was in a good state, half lying on the bed, and a little gaunt and old. Seeing the muddy eyes of the baby son, he immediately lit up, as if he had seen the only light in life, he managed to raise his hands, "Little Edgar, see you are so nice."

The father and son embraced affectionately. "What does the doctor say here?" Little Bronfman asked the family doctor next to him.

"Need to rest, and there should be no more violent fluctuations in mood." The other party replied, "I will wait for a meeting to discuss follow-up treatment plans."

"That's good." Little Bronfman sat down by the bed.

"I said it's okay. Go and keep busy. I just need to watch it in the news." The old man smiled.

"Neither Chase nor Citigroup can agree."

"It's okay, don't worry, don't let others see you are in a hurry, doing business is like this..."

"I know that."

Further north in Alaska, Cassidy also saw her father, bald police officer Vick McGee, who was waiting at the gate of the city hall again. "Daddy! Are you busy with the case again?"

"Yeah... Actually it was the same one last time. The criminal has not been caught." Vic replied, and the two happily embraced.

"Alaska is a society of acquaintances. It is impossible for the strangers here to not be noticed by the residents. Do I need to ask the chief of the city police to send someone to cooperate?"

Cassidy drove her father into the car, "eat first?" She took out her mobile phone and called the restaurant locator.

"Okay, wow, assistant mayor ah?" Vic teased his daughter, "Are you a big man here."

"How come, but this is a small town, everyone treats me very well."

Cassidy took a seat and dialed the police chief.

"No." Vic pulled the phone out of her ear. "The criminal I am chasing may be in the mining area. The police station here cannot help. Now I just want to have dinner with my daughter in peace."

"Be careful, Daddy, where's your partner?"

"It's in the mining area, I'll rush to meet later." Vic replied.

"Ok."

Los Angeles, Beverly Hills, Mila was once again invited, dressed in evening clothes, holding her agent Hayden, and stepping into the luxurious villa that originally belonged to Eddie Murphy.

"Oh, Mila, Mila, my dear Milla."

The new owner, former Prime Minister Lazarenko of Ermao, greeted him in Russian, and politely raised his arms, "It's a great honor to take you to meet some friends."

"Uh……"

Hayden hesitated and was stopped by Mila's wink. She changed hands to hold the opponent. Lazarenko was a standard Russian official and oligarch. His eyes were straightforward, and Mila was domineering away from Hayden. Lead away and socialize at the party.

"Did you notice his ankle?"

Hayden was hanging from a distance, not daring to let Mira out of sight. At present, Lazarenko is just looking for the most popular hometown actress here to support his face, except that the method of'invitation' is too rude, other Ok.

Soon, he ran into Lazarenko's neighbor Daniel, and the two of them stared far away and whispered.

"What happened to the ankle?" Hayden asked.

"There are electronic shackles. Look over there..." Daniel screamed at the man in a suit who was sitting on the sofa in the lobby and was eating. "It should be fbi, or someone from the local police."

"Not surprisingly, there are also police cars and agents guarding the entrance of the manor." Hayden replied.

The two Hollywood old men are very keen, but they don't need to be too keen. Lazarenko has long been wanted by Ermao and another Eastern European country for corruption and money laundering.

Switzerland also announced that the procedures for his departure from Switzerland to the United States were illegal, and he was going through the process of issuing an international arrest warrant. He should have fled to the United States.

"Damn it. I thought he would fire up the land price here. I didn't expect a wanted criminal to live in."

Daniel complained, "The police officers, detectives, and reporters come and go all day, and the people who buy the house don't like these. Damn Eddie Murphy doesn't pick a buyer before selling the house! This guy can't even get out the door! Look again The guests who visited were all Russians who came out of nowhere. No one in Hollywood knew them anyway..."

"Ugh!"

Hayden sighed, "He can go to the U.S. smoothly and buy a high-profile property. He must be able to get rid of the acquiescence of the politicians and intelligence agencies here, and even help. I heard that he was greedy for hundreds of millions of dollars of Ermao, maybe more. ...And also created a rebellion against Er Maoxian. Daniel, you live close, you have to take care of Mira. I can't stare at her all day. As is about to leave, I have to accompany him to France."

"I don't feel right, Mira better stay away from this kind of person."

Daniel replied: "I don't plan to show up here often. I feel that there are gangsters among the guests. You William Morris can't protect her? This is Hollywood!"

"Please."

Hayden begged embarrassedly, "Mila doesn't want to make matters worse. I will arrange for her to leave when she finishes filming the soldiers."

"Oh, you are so beautiful, Mira."

Lazarenko took the advantage of Mira not paying attention, suddenly took out a beautiful string of antique Tsarist Russian palace-style gemstone necklaces from his pocket, quickly put them on her hands and feet, then stepped back half a step and praised them loudly.

"Thank you."

Mira quickly picked it down, "But I can't accept this, it's too expensive, Mr. Lazarenko."

"Only you are worthy of it. It is meaningless to stay by my side." Lazarenko stopped by holding her hand.

"Forget it..."

"I insist."

"Ahem." Hayden saw signs of entanglement over there, and immediately moved over with the wine glass, "Mila, there is a new job, let's say goodbye... I'm sorry, Mr. Lazarenko." He helped Mila. He opened the necklace clasp behind his neck and pushed it back into Lazarenko's hand.

"Goodbye."

Mira took the opportunity to go outside.

The two were stopped by the burly bodyguards who came around.

"Did something happen here?" Daniel pretended to pass by.

Lazarenko winked at the bodyguards and let them disperse, "Mila, Mila, don't forget about Switzerland, you don't want to go to jail with your father, do you?"

He whispered to Mira, and then gave a soft breath.

"Fxxkyou! Find out what place this is! Which country!?"

Hayden did not understand Russian, but he was furious after seeing this scene. At any rate, he was also one of the top agents in Hollywood. He still had a temper except when he was in front of the'boss'. He shot Lazarenko's nose with his index finger on the spot. , "You better be honest, don't say I haven't warned."

The aura of pot belly also gradually developed, but Lazarenko responded with a disdainful sneer, and the bodyguards came around again.

"Hey, don't you care? He is the prisoner under your fbi supervision, right?" Daniel ran to ask the men in suits sitting on the sofa.

"Fbi? If you're looking for them, it's outside the door." The men in suits looked at each other and shrugged without any sense of morality.

"Cia?" Daniel asked.

The other party did not admit ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but did not deny it either. It may be that one of the bosses turned his head to observe and said a few words in Russian.

"Let them go." Lazarenko drove away the bodyguard. "Don't forget, Mira." The last sentence was in English.

"Goodbye."

Mila's face was pale and was protected by Hayden and Daniel and left.

"Let's go to Daniel's house first, and I will send additional bodyguards." Hayden took out his cell phone to contact, "You now need someone to protect you around the clock, Mira."

"Let's tell as."

Daniel said that he was shocked by the opponent's arrogance just now, and he can live next door...Although the building in Beverly Hills is far away.

"Don't..." Mira hesitated and refused again.

"Do you have a handle in his hand?" Daniel asked.

Mira defaulted.

"Today is very dangerous, Mila, that person is very dangerous, beyond my expectations... I can feel it in all aspects." Hayden dialed Song Ya's phone, "Did you tell him or me?"

"I'm coming." Mira took the phone from him.

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