Chicago 1990

"Mr. As, this is our winning model in the Touring Car Masters last year, this is..."

In the Mercedes-Benz Headquarters Design Center, Song Ya stood listening to the explanation and watching the car show on the big screen. Mercedes-Benz people circled him for a half circle, and the film crew recorded all this silently.

"Azg..."

The whole visit was a big advertisement. He was very self-conscious of the spokesperson and praised, and then he was guided to other places, such as watching engineers use 3D software to design parts.

"W..." He gave a thumbs up to the computer screen.

"This is the concept car we launched this year."

"Sobeautful..."

"The following part is the entire design process. You can experience from the initial stage of a car's exterior design... Uh, why don't you try it out?"

"Can I?" He was taken in front of a dark, scaled streamlined car model again.

"of course."

Song Ya stretched out his hand according to the other party’s instructions. Sure enough, the model was made of some kind of plasticine or clay. He stabbed it and crushed the hood, "Hahaha!" Then he laughed with the people around him. .

"It seems that I am not suitable for this line." Then he ridiculed himself and proceeded to the next destination.

"This is our latest v8 engine model."

"Azg..."

"This is our previous car model. This is the first car in the world made by Mr. Karl Benz, a replica..."

"Wow, it's unbelievable... a hundred years ago, right?"

"Yes, in 1886..."

"Wow……"

Anyway, it's just to exaggerate, and then take a group photo in front of the long history, high-tech and excellence-oriented objects that Mercedes-Benz wants to show. In this regard, his service has always been in place.

"You can choose and match here..."

"Really?" When it came to the selection process, he was a little serious. Finally, he began to take promotional photos in front of the real car, a black e55a. The commercials will be taken later.

"As, can you put your hand on the doorknob? Okay, that's it, good..."

"Hold your hands... so, yes, stand in front of the car side... a little bit forward..."

Today, he wore a more stable Gucci double-breasted buckle. He looked like a successful person, and mechanically posed various ose according to the photographer's requirements.

During the break, I can also chat with the Germans about the World Cup and compliment the German team.

What is professional? This is!

"Hey..."

Halfway Hayden came over with a smile, "It has been negotiated. When the World Cup is over, we will sign with Coca-Cola when we return to the United States."

"is it!?"

Song Ya is overjoyed, that is Coca-Cola, the world's most valuable brand all year round, "just like the cooperation model between J and Pepsi?" he asked.

"Uh, it can't be here, it's not the year anymore, a contract of j's level..." Hayden was embarrassed.

"Forget it, it's okay."

Pepsi later terminated the contract with him because of the 1992 case. It was not a good idea. Song Ya no longer insisted, "It's not a good job!" He hugged Hayden's shoulder and shook it hard to encourage him. .

"Oh yes, Linda wants you to call you back."

"Ok."

He took the cellphone and called Linda, the president of a record, "Are you looking for me?"

"The U.S. Television Network just released an announcement that they are trying to acquire the original Polygram Records and Polygram Films' distribution network in Beimi that Seagram Universal Group has just acquired..."

The man reports to Linda in Los Angeles.

This...is it started?

So fast, it was Barry Diller, who won the US TV network by 1.5 billion, first. How much does the little Bronfman trust the old man! "Do you know the approximate transaction amount?" he asked Linda.

"The legend should look like more than one billion, but less than 200 million. Things that Universal does not need overlap with its own distribution system, and it is reasonable to split and sell."

"puff!"

Song Ya was really gluttonous after hearing this. Why did he have a conflict with the rich three generations! ? I haven't done anything bad, the relationship is just like that...

Blame Sloan! Encourage me to follow the rich price!

I'm wrong, I can't do it! ?

He stamped his feet with jealousy, "There are always other competitors in the distribution system, right?"

"It seems that the recording industry is really not there. Small and medium labels can afford to buy it and can't afford it. The Seven Hollywood also have a mature distribution system in Beimi. In the second-tier companies, DreamWorks may be interested, but they lack distribution capabilities. Others ...I don't know anymore, after all, it was the news that just came out."

Linda answered.

More than 100 million, I can afford it! can……

Ugh!

Song Ya kicked it on the rear tire of the Mercedes-Benz, very upset.

"What shall we do? Boss."

Beverly, Jack Warner Manor, cronies reported to David Geffen, "Mr. Katzenberg will come over right away, and I will have an emergency conference call with you and Mr. Spielberg who is out of town."

"Now it is a trilemma for me. If DreamWorks participates in the bidding, Barry Diller will definitely speak ill of me in front of Little Bronfman, and I will not get his trust. If I don’t participate, it’s a great deal. It's really a pity to miss this opportunity in vain..."

David Geffen is also greedy to death, but he is not as frustrated as Song Ya, and he can remain calm. "Also, DreamWorks has just gained a foothold. If the intention of self-organizing a distribution network is exposed, we have finally established a distribution relationship. It will fall apart under the vigilance of the Seven Great Forces, and rescue Private Ryan will soon start painting... and PolyGram’s distribution capacity in the Beimi Theater is almost zero. The distribution network of the recording industry is temporarily unavailable for us and requires a huge investment. During this period, the cost of just raising people will be..."

"Barry Diller has to invest huge sums of money as much as he gets it. He will definitely switch the distribution system to shopping channels and radio stations..." a trusted believer persuaded, "but this is a good business anyway."

I want to be able to lick the trust like Barry Diller and still use it to worry?

David Geffen silently complained.

"We want to get into the game as soon as possible, David, it's up to you."

"Saving Private Ryan is about to start painting, this movie has invested too much money, we can't lose... David, you know that we have been deeply jealous of the Seven Great Walls, and we can't rush it until DreamWorks grows. issue a challenge."

The other two DreamWorks giants also had differences during the meeting. Katzenberg, who had almost mastered the overall situation of Disney, dreamed of taking down its own distribution network, but Spielberg was the director and producer who saved Private Ryan. He didn't want to see the huge investment in live-action movies being suppressed by the Seven Hollywood before they were about to hit the theaters.

"When will you wait? How can this opportunity be next? Maybe we only have this opportunity in our life!"

"We may not be able to get it when we participate in the bidding, but it exposes our ambitions."

"You think there are still people who don't know the ambitions of the three of us?"

"Let's drag it for a while? Save Private Ryan will start painting on July 24 in Beimi. It will be shown for two weeks and then, no, three weeks..."

"You don't know that Bronfman and Barry Diller... they are so good they are wearing a pair of pants, the timing is fleeting!"

The issuance system is difficult to establish. This is also the last piece of the puzzle for independence. In the face of a god-given opportunity, the two bigwigs, Katzenberg and Spielberg, could not calm down and argued endlessly.

In the end, the decision was handed back to David Geffen. After all, he was the only one who could persuade the little Bronfman.

I have patiently endured it till now. Seeing that I can enjoy the scraps of the Global Polaroid merger, now let me participate in the bidding at the risk of being alienated by the little Bronfman?

There should still be a chance to make money. David Geffen made a secret decision during the two quarrels.

"Boss, Mr. Bronfman's call."

It just so happened that he got away temporarily by answering the phone.

"How much do you know about this business? David." The old Bronfman's voice came from the other end of the phone, it sounded a little tired, everything else was normal.

"You mean..." David Geffen asked rhetorically.

"What else can it be, Polygram's case."

"I don't know, I didn't even get notice after the signing of Edgar and PolyGram." He took the opportunity to continue to put on the eye drops, of course, he was telling the truth, with some real grievances, "You ask I asked the wrong person. You should ask Barry Diller. Edgar Jr. trusts him most."

"You didn't participate in the negotiation?"

"I participated in several meetings in the United States, early, and later... I couldn't run around with Edgar."

"Okay, I see, thank you David."

"Don't tell him I told you this."

"of course."

The old Bronfman put down the microphone, suddenly seemed to vent in a sigh of relief, and his spirits languished. "David Geffen should not have played a big role in this matter."

"Here, Edgar Jr. also signed a repurchase clause with Barry Diller when he sold the American TV network. The specific clauses are not good for us."

In his Montreal library, an entire accounting team is rechecking all the documents signed by Seagram and Universal in recent years. The average age is not too young. Many people are gray-haired, wearing the iconic Jewish children on their heads. Round cap.

He took the document handed by one of them and looked at it carefully, then took a deep breath and threw it aside.

"You just passed out~www.wuxiaspot.com~ now you need to rest the most." The old accountant who had been by his side persuaded.

"Little Edgar also signed a gambling agreement with Merrill Lynch to list Seagram Global Group as a whole before 2001. If io fails to meet the schedule... the result will be catastrophic." Someone handed over another copy. file.

The old man was so angry that he almost had a myocardial infarction again, "How can I close my eyes now!" He stubbornly shook his head, "Let his bodyguard come in."

"Mr. Bronfman." A rough, brawny man who always accompanied the young Bronfman walked in and leaned respectfully.

"I ask you to protect him, take care of him, tell me what you need, how about you?"

When the old man met, he scolded, "That's how it works?"

"What's wrong? Everything is fine?"

The strong man's cultural level is not high, and he answered dumbly.

"Then what did you tell me?" The old man became angry when he heard this sentence, "Everything is fine, everything is fine, you can only say this one, a business of tens of billions of dollars..."

"Blam me?"

The strong man is with him, and the next day he will know who said it. It doesn't matter if you father and son, anyway, it was us who lost their jobs in the end..."

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