Chicago 1990

"Yes, people acting in concert, me, and you."

Barry Diller confirmed to Little Bronfman with a complicated mood, recalling the golf course in Montreal not long ago in his mind.

He was invited to visit and chatted with his master Bronfman.

The old man looks much more haggard than last time, but he is still in good spirits and drives the golf cart to the next hole.

The old man's remaining prestige in the ConocoPhillips acquisition battle with DuPont was still halfway through. In addition, he knew that he had made a lot of money from his stupid son.

"Little Edgar admires you very much, Barry."

Arriving at the destination, the old man was helped out of the car by the caddy.

"We appreciate each other, he is very good, he is the best." Barry Diller complimented.

"Hahaha!" The old man happily used his cue as a cane and strode forward.

"What do you think of the Digital Millennium Act?" the old man asked casually while setting the ball with his cue stick.

"The currently submitted version...the clause is very unfavorable to us." Barry Diller replied.

"Well, I have also noticed that now little Edgar needs your support very much." The old man asked: "The probability of passing it is very high, right? Especially in the Senate, it is almost impossible to stop it."

"I understand." Barry Diller smiled: "I will stay in Washington and fight with him shortly."

"Thanks."

"You are welcome, Mr. Bronfman."

"Oh, by the way, thank you for your two shots and helped Seagram Global Group solve its cash flow difficulties."

The old man refers to the purchase of all media companies under Universal's media company and part of the Beimi distribution network at a time of 1.5 billion and 2.6 billion at a time.

Barry Diller was a little bit confused about the other party’s true intentions of mentioning this matter, and felt that he needed to emphatically explain, “Actually, I don’t need to thank me. In fact, the shareholding ratio is not high, and cooperation with Edgar Jr. is a joint decision of the board of directors."

"IAC? Is it related to the latter acquisition?"

Old Bronfman paused for a moment.

"Yes."

The latter acquisition of 2.6 billion yuan was profitable, but the price was relatively normal. He couldn’t be guilty of pitting the little Bronfman too hard for IAC, which has a low shareholding ratio, but the previous one was worth 1.5 billion. In the transaction, he raised 1.2 billion in cash and about half of Diller Media’s shares of about 300 million dollars. He made a lot of money, and his status and energy in the media field have been improved by leaps and bounds.

It seems that the old man has returned to the business from his retirement? He didn't want to talk more, he was secretly wary while nodding in agreement.

"I remember your current nickname in Hollywood is'killer'?"

Every sentence of the old man seems to be a metaphor, which is very stressful.

But Barry Diller is not a vegetarian either. "Ha!" He laughed at himself. "It's all in the past. If I were really a competent killer, I wouldn't be defeated twice under Redstone, just like me. Ovitz and David Geffen, who came out of the William Morris mailroom, became billionaires early on."

"Don't be so humble, Barry."

The old man hits the ball out, and then just walks towards the spot on his own.

Barry Diller had to tee off alone, and used this space to quickly think and figure out that the two met again on the green.

"I'm one shot ahead of you?" The green of this hole is relatively high, and the flag blowing up in the wind is hunting, and the old Bronfman who is waiting there stands waiting for him, half-truth and provocation.

"The game is not over yet." Barry Diller pointed to the opponent's ball.

The old Bronfman focused on aiming, and after a long gesture, he putt carefully. The caddie picked up the flag, and the white golf ball slowly moved forward, and finally passed the edge of the hole.

"Damn it!" The old man cursed, and went over in anger and made another stroke before filling in the ball.

"The wind problem." Barry Diller put down his ball and putt into the hole easily.

"I have an idea, Barry, you should cooperate more deeply with Edgar Jr. You are the best partner, and he only listens to you now..."

Old Bronfman waved his caddies away. "What do you think?"

"Oh?"

"You should become people acting in concert. In the future, whether in Seagram Global Group or your Diller Media, I have seen the repurchase agreement signed by you and Edgar Little." The old man asked, "How?"

"I don't have any shares in Seagram Universal Group..."

"The repurchase will be paid in the form of shares, and a supplementary agreement will do."

"Is this not so good?"

"What's wrong? He told me that you are very optimistic about the future of Seagram Global Group. You also think that he is the best young man. In this case, it is more beneficial for both parties to join forces, right? Me too? I can retire with confidence."

The old man's eyes became very sharp, and he stared at his face and asked, "Or you don't actually think this is the case?"

"The repurchase period is still early."

"I know, so you have to help him find a next home that is willing to accept Seagram Universal before the repurchase, if the Digital Millennium Act is passed this time."

The old man said: "I know that tens of billions of business are difficult to sell, but I think the situation is very bad now. Everything must be planned early. Before the gambling agreement with Merrill Lynch expires, it must be sold, all sold. "

Barry Diller squinted his eyes and looked at the white-haired old man in front of him. He seemed to see an old lion king licking his wound. When he said ‘sell it all’, his expression was full of unbearable reluctance and distress.

"Sell? Are you referring to Seagram, a liquor company accumulated by three generations of the Bronfman family, plus the world's largest record group and one of the seven major Hollywood studios?"

He confirmed in surprise.

"Yes."

The old man nodded firmly: "I have studied all the reports and the gambling agreement with Merrill Lynch. If I don’t sell it sooner, Edgar will probably go bankrupt when the agreement expires in 2002. He borrowed too much money and the record industry’s prospects are not. Wonder... the people around him may not dare to mention this huge danger to him, but you should be honest, he trusts you so much."

"It's not that serious. Even if the Digital Millennium Act is passed, we can still obtain favorable precedents through copyright litigation. The current version of the legal restrictions is very vague and there is a lot of room."

Barry Diller doesn’t intend to tell the truth, and he doesn’t want to go back and sign an agreement with the other party’s stupid son that he advances and retreats. He is still waiting to make the last lot of money when he buys it back. The plan is very mature. , The net worth of one billion depends on that, so he pretended to be stupid and continued to persuade.

Hearing this, the old man took a deep breath in annoyance, bends slightly, rubbed his chest, turned and walked towards the golf cart. He said: "It is Edgar who has a very low chance of winning in the game of this bill, so the Internet industry and Wall Street I haven't hurt him yet. Part of it is my relationship, because I still have a few thin faces. But if we keep entangled again and again, everything will be very different. We can't beat the Internet industry. The entire country depends on the information technology revolution... …Don’t you also have a website that will be spin-off and listed next month?"

Barry Diller stopped speaking, and followed silently, planning to find an excuse to leave after socializing.

"Moreover, there are many thieves gathered around little Edgar."

The impatient old man criticized Sang Huai, "Damn it, if from the Prohibition Period to the 1970s, that kind of villain would have only one end, sinking to the bottom of the Great Lakes to feed fish."

"Ha ha……"

"Barry." Hearing his perfunctory laughter, the old man suddenly turned his head and poked his heart with his index finger. "I won't watch little Edgar go bankrupt and do nothing. My life is passing faster, I don't have How patient! I still have the ability to use this old face to start the last war!"

"No, he is very good, I always thought so." Barry Diller perfunctory.

"Then stand with him! Business is business. I am not a person who can't afford to lose, nor will I stupidly struggle with the past. I don't care if you really think of him as a friend in your heart, but after signing the supplements of people acting in concert After the agreement, I think everything is not a problem, as long as you want to run your own business well, he can at least keep a share of the property."

The old man spoke quickly and frankly: "Sorry, I'm a bit direct today. No matter how much you get Edgar since childhood, I recognize... and even I will appreciate you more. I didn't notice it before... so inferior... I simply entrust young Edgar's future to you! I beg you..."

"Don't be like this old Mr. Bronfman..." Barry Diller was quite moved by his softness and hard work. "Little Edgar is very proud, and I am not sure to convince him..."

"But he does treat you as his best friend."

"Okay OK, I'll try..."

"Mr. Bronfman? Mr. Bronfman?"

Barry Diller and his son finally signed, half tricked and half coaxed, but overall it went well.

August 27th was the day when the Grand Commander accepted Special Prosecutor Starr's questioning. The old man had his wish. Sitting at the top of the conference room, he took a nap in the middle of the long meeting.

"Huh?" He looked up blankly.

"We are going to sign with the Swiss." An old friend of the Jewish Congress reminded.

"Ok."

He glanced at the Swiss who was sitting awkwardly on one side, and then to the other side, where his compatriots sat sullenly.

He took a pen to sign.

After the settlement agreement was completed, the Swiss who paid more than 12 billion meters got up and talked a few words, and then filed out with restraint.

The atmosphere in the office became more suppressed.

"Uh, my mission is over after this event is completed. Due to physical reasons, I intend to take this opportunity to resign from my chairmanship and change to the day." He announced: "There will be another notice."

No one else in the room responded.

"That's it?" He forced a smile, pressing his hands on the table pretending to stand up easily.

"Thank you for what you have done for you all these years, Mr. Bronfman." Everyone came over to say goodbye. Some said thank you in a similar way, and some walked away with a blank face and shaking hands.

After everyone was gone, he finally showed a tired and depressed look, and sat down alone in a daze for a long, long time.

"Don't you watch the hearing together Vic?"

In Chicago, colleagues from the small town police station gathered in front of the TV in the lobby, waiting to watch the melon show.

"Twenty-four hours, I'm talking about this twenty-four hours a day..."

Vic McGee smiled and vomited them, "Aren't you bothering you? I'm almost vomiting anyway."

The colleagues laughed, looked at the TV intently and ignored him.

He is a small civilian that is completely impossible to be promoted, and his popularity in this police station is not good. "I... go ahead and pick up the children."

Of course, he has other generous extras. If it's not for this skin, there is no need to live by a dead salary, lift his chin to the colleague who manages the attendance, and leave regardless of the other party's consent.

I drove to my ex-wife's house first, and successfully picked up Kasidi's younger siblings, who had autism. The younger daughter had only a mild illness. His son worried him more. As he got older and older, it became more difficult for the father and son to communicate.

"Ugh!"

He concealed his well-intentioned worries and tried his best to amuse him. The family of three happily went for a Chinese meal, and then set off to a small private playground nearby.

'boom! boom! boom! ’

Forehand took his son to hit a balloon, and suddenly felt that the holster on his waist was rubbed by someone. He immediately guarded it vigilantly. It should be just a common collision, and the gun was still there.

"Hey! Walk and watch!"

It was a black man with a hood and a hoodie who hit him just now. He walked forward, sneaky, and ran away after hearing his loud complaints.

"Hey, you! Stop!"

There is definitely a problem. He has always had a good sense of smell. Either this guy just stole someone else’s wallet, or just completed a small transaction, "You are waiting for me here." He said to a pair of children. , Excited to chase the past.

The black man ran faster and faster.

"Stop him!"

Hehe~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He touched his bald head and smiled, running wildly in the playground like a boar, and shouting to the playground guard who happened to be standing on the black escape route.

The guard did stop, and had a face-to-face collision with the black man. Both sides lost their balance. The black man staggered to the low fence of the playground and rolled over easily.

"Stop! Nger!"

It's just a little thief. It happens to be remote here. He can finally scold that word out of his throat, and climb over the fence perseveringly.

As soon as he landed, he saw the black man turning around and taking something out of his pocket.

"SHXT!"

'boom! ’

He cursed short, and just touched the holster in his hand, the black man picked up the gun and broke the fire.

It was all over in an instant, and he fell down.

It’s definitely not a small thief. It’s too accurate. The escape route may have been designed, but everything is too late. Like the stormtrooper brother Sean who is still lying on the streets of Mississippi after changing his name and surname, he faces up to the sky with his eyes open in disbelief. Died on the cold street.

The same was shot in the eyebrows, and blood gradually flowed from the back of the head.

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