Chicago 1990

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Cannes, France, the hotel manager graciously opened the door of the presidential suite, "This one should not be visible."

"Ok."

Little Bronfman’s life assistant walked in. The first thing she did was to check in front of the windows in the suite, put her head on the glass and look left and right. Then she went to the balcony again, leaning on the railing in each corner to look out.

This direction really did not see the big Coca-Cola billboard with APLUS grinning not far from the hotel, "OK." She finally agreed, "Just this one."

"Great." The hotel manager rubbed his hands happily and greeted the waiters who lined up outside to bring in large suitcases.

The assistant also put the bodyguards in. Professional bodyguards began to check around in the room. She herself stood in front of the newspaper rack, flipped through the books quickly, and picked out the magazines containing the advertising color pages of APLUS Gucci men's clothing and Mercedes-Benz cars. A local financial magazine whose cover character is APLUS is naturally even more difficult to escape.

After the bodyguard confirmed that there was no problem, she called the boss' personal assistant, "You can come up."

Then he threw the "results" into the trash can, took them out and dumped them out, and then came back to pay the tip, and sent away the waiters and the hotel manager himself.

"damn it!"

Little Bronfman quickly got up in the elevator, ‘Kang Dang! Surrounded by his subordinates, he cursed and swept the wine and ice wine barrels prepared by the hotel for the guests to the ground.

Everyone knows that he is in a bad mood, everyone is silent, and the assistants are quick to clean up the mess.

"call!"

Little Bronfman was breathing heavily and taking off his suit, pulling his tie loose, and Barry Diller chased in the door. "Little Edgar, we should leave Europe at this time. Europeans are starting to wait and see if they lose their Middle Eastern buyers and raise prices... …This is not good for us, and we must not let the outside world think that we are eager to let go."

"Hehe, a good thing my father planned with you! Look at us now! He is always confused and you follow me crazy!"

The young Bronfman got a lot of anger during his trip to Europe. Many big consortiums here have competed with Seagram Universal. BMG and EMI in the recording industry, Bacardi, Diageo, and Pernod Ricard in the wine industry. ...

He just took their Poly Gold and soon turned his head back to look for buyers here. Europeans are inevitably yin and yang, and he can't bear this.

"Small problems, we have to deal with the relationship with Washington first when we return to the United States. There is still plenty of time."

Barry Diller persuaded.

"That little congressman Russell is from Chicago, he is cooperating with APLUS, damn, damn... how dare he!"

The little Bronfman got more and more excited as he said, "It's better to find someone to kill him sooner!"

Barry Diller was stunned.

"I won't be angry, don't take it to your heart." His reaction made Little Bronfman a little more sensible, and there were other men in the room, his tone softened, "Oh! Please sit down in Barry and have a drink. what?"

"Whatever. But please pay attention to the attitude of the ‘U.S. Prime Minister’ Podesta. After we go back, we must find a way to contact the commander."

After the assistant poured the wine, the two raised their glasses and met, "Is there any news here?"

The assistant took the newspapers and magazines that had been screened and turned on the TV.

One year later, the French will occasionally replay the scene of the national team winning the World Cup, ‘oh oh oh oh oh! The closing performances of APLUS, Shakira and Gloria flashed past, because the assistant had changed the stage at the speed of light.

She took a peek at the boss and Barry Diller, who was also a teacher and friend of the boss. Neither of them reacted, but they also lost their chat, and sat on the sofa silently and each had a drink.

'The most glorious period of the Sigram wine industry was in the 1950s. They once occupied 30% of the northern rice spirits market, and then declined year by year. However, they expanded the global market through a series of mergers and acquisitions. There are more than 250 kinds of brands and derivative brands, with sales channels all over the world...'

The French are undoubtedly more coveted by the Seagram Global Group's liquor assets, and after the news that buyers started to compete for it, they talked about it unceasingly.

"Except for the Middle Easterners, the French seem to be the most sincere at the moment. Their financial industry is very strong, and they are a veteran loan shark empire." After listening to the news, Barry Diller finally spoke again, "again, the biggest player in luxury consumer goods."

"Bacardi and Pernod Ricard want us to split and sell, and only buy the Seagram wine business. How is this possible!"

Little Bronfman replied quietly: "And not long ago, the world was spreading rumors, suggesting that our high-end wines were cutting corners! I remember it all in my heart!"

"It's a pity that LVMH and PPR Group have fallen into a life-and-death civil war, and there is no time to be distracted." Barry Diller said.

"Gucci, who was fighting for billions of dollars, made both of them on the verge of bankruptcy. They are not worthy."

"Oh..." Barry Diller didn't bother to get into the debate, "I want to see you? LVMH's Arnault and PPR's old Pino."

"You see them on my behalf, I want to have a good chat with my father."

"Also." Barry Diller was so happy.

"By the way, what did the German say?"

"They are very sincere."

"Ok, I know……"

The conversation between the two fell silent.

The assistant on the side of course can understand the boss’ hatred of APLUS, and the Germans happen to have the worst perception of APLUS in Europe, especially in the sports world. They are still struggling with “APLUS acted as an accomplice to the South American Football Association in the FIFA election last year.” Such old grievances, or the conspiracy theories of'Drunk Ronaldo on the eve of the APLUS finals to help the French win the Hercules Cup' are also very marketable in Germany. For this reason, Mercedes-Benz, which is looking for APLUS as the global spokesperson, has also suffered certain domestic public opinion pressure.

Of course, APLUS and Mariah Carey’s East Room toilet jokes are more frequently mentioned by sullen Germans. In the financial sector, APLUS has made billions of dollars from scratch and is naturally the object of professional research and discussion.

On the French side, it’s different. The assistant can obviously feel that the French actually love APLUS very much. It’s just because of the pride of the French that talking about it will bring some yin and yang strangeness without much malice, and the mentality is like the phrase in the book. Dissatisfied with integrity'.

The World Cup theme song The Cup of Life is what they talk about most, followed by the East Hall restroom, the most expensive MV in history filmed at the Louvre, and the dream-like rise of the billionaire’s classic US.

They will pick out APLUS’s previous models of Gucci’s endorsements, street photography and wear, and ridicule, but they also admit that APLUS’s clothes are good, and they will never make any fashion disaster-level mistakes like his ex-wife Mariah Carey, at most. It’s because of the personality factors that came from childhood and poverty, which led to the selected brands often feel cheap or go to another extreme of showing off their wealth...

However, these have been completely nurtured and corrected after several months of traveling in France during the World Cup. After signing with Gucci, he has become a frequent visitor to fashion magazines here.

And there are really many French middle- and lower-class people who believe that APLUS was really drunk by Ronaldo before the game, causing the Brazilian superstar to play often in the World Cup finals, but they never admit it to outsiders.

The boss is very smart, I can definitely feel it during my trip to Europe, but he never admits it...

But in fact, I really care about it.

"Grandpa, grandpa..."

Oops, there was a slack in my mind, and I didn't notice that APLUS and Mariah Carey's APESHIT singing suddenly sounded on the TV.

Oh, by the way, the French are also very gloating about this Grammy Award song.

"what!"

The wine glass in the boss's hand had already been thrown to her feet, she exclaimed and jumped, and quickly changed the channel.

When only his own person is in person, the boss has become more and more lazy to maintain his demeanor.

The two letters ‘UN’ appeared on the screen. This is not a symbol of the United Nations, but a classic logo of UlysseNardin.

Bad luck, as expected, the familiar smiley face of APLUS that switched to being a successful person appeared again in the next second.

It's almost everywhere...

"Can't the hotel receive satellite stations? Watch the domestic financial news."

Barry Diller glanced at the rich three generations who were bloodshot in his eyes, staring at his assistant like a cannibal beast, and hurriedly interrupted.

"I am sorry……"

The assistant repeatedly apologized and switched to CNBC, a professional financial station in the United States.

‘AOL’s Time Warner Group’s negotiations are continuing, and representatives from both sides have expressed optimism about the merger...’

‘Once the two super giants merge, AOL will become a super media group spanning the Internet and traditional entertainment and media industries. Time Warner can also make up for the shortcomings in the Internet era... a strong alliance. ’

The domestic painting style is still normal, and finally it is broadcasting something that has nothing to do with APLUS. The assistant relaxes and picks up the glass on the carpet, and then goes to take things to clean up the wine stains.

"Time Warner is also very sincere. They asked us to wait until the second half of next year, no matter whether we merge with AOL or not...the best thing is, then they will have the leeway to acquire us."

Barry Diller said.

"Hehe, Warner Records became a traitor not long ago. What's the use in the second half of next year? Our gambling agreement with Merrill Lynch expires at the end of next year... We'll be over if we are dragged on."

Angry, the little Bronfman was still sober on this point, just to be reminded, he took out his mobile phone and called Doug Morris, the president of Universal Music who was staying in the United States.

"There was a lot of noise, and several other RIAA companies have doubts about continuing to appeal."

Doug Morris reported: "They feel that the Amerika music website is no longer a good litigation target. Napster and MP3 websites are more suitable. The law firm also has almost this opinion. Appeals can be made. After expressing an attitude to the outside world, they can talk to Amerika. The music website has settled."

"You all take my words as farts!?"

Little Bronfman was furious for the first time, "How did I tell you before I left!?"

"I can't help it, it's hard to resist... the meeting was so noisy, they said weird things..." Doug Morris reluctantly defended.

"What kind of weird thing?"

"It's nothing more than that we all have to get away...and so on."

"SHXT! The traitors at both ends of the group of first mice!"

"How to do?"

"wait me back……"

Speaking of this, the news from CNBC’s audience happened to be related to him, ‘the little Edgar Bronfman previously sold the family’s DuPont shares to buy Global...How much is the value of those DuPont stocks now? More than twice! He bought PolyGram for 11.18 billion and took heavy debts for it, and then found out that he could no longer manage it and tried to sell Global. This is a super group with the family business of Sigram Wines! All sold? Sell ​​to Europeans? Middle Eastern? ’

A financial commentator said harshly: "I don't understand why he tossed so much in recent years? If he can sell it at a good price, it will be fine, but I think he can't do it, he is stupid!"

The corners of the little Bronfman's mouth were shaking with anger, his eyes piercing the white man on the TV screen like a knife.

It seems that the talking guy is Jewish? Barry Diller was impressed, but he pursed his lips and didn't point it out.

‘Boom! ’

His wine glass was also snatched and smashed by the rich third generation. It was in the middle of the TV screen, and some small cracks appeared like spider webs, and the wine flowed down.

Since APLUS has cooperated with the former Donkey Party whip Underwood to retaliate, Podesta, who is most trusted by the commander, has made up the knife, the yin and yang of the Jewish compatriots, and the homeopathic smear of competitors...

The Bronfman family feels a bit surrounded by wolves. He sighed secretly. Fortunately, the stock price of his booking website has soared after the listing. Thinking of this, his mood can be much better. People are making money in France. Three generations, but without delaying the rapid rise in value.

"Barry, you always persuade me to talk to this and that, why don't you let me and your friend Mr. John Malone talk more?"

Little Bronfman calmed down for a while and turned to say: "His TCI has been merged with ATandT, and he has obtained actual control, right? Isn't ATandT Telegraph and Telephone Company interested in my business at all?"

"No problem, I'll arrange for you two to see you again when I go back."

Barry Diller can only continue to coax.

"Let me talk to him on the phone first."

"can."

"right now."

"Uh...well, but you need to manage your emotions, don't gossip like the last time you played, John is a busy man."

"Who isn't it?"

"OK." Barry Diller took out his cell phone and dialed.

In Maine, the cable TV godfather John Malone, wearing a Ralph Lauren long-sleeved T-shirt and tactical vest, walked through the private forest where he bought a shotgun. "Sorry, APLUS, I just picked up a call."

"What?" Song Ya, who was dressed like that, turned around.

John Malone smiled and pointed to his ear.

"Oh, sorry." Song Ya took off the soundproof earmuffs he was wearing, "I am a singer, and I must protect my hearing."

"I understand."

John Malone smiled and asked, "Don't you come here to hunt?"

"Hehe, although I am your neighbor, I haven't bought such a good woodland. I grow potatoes, soybeans... and pigs."

Song Ya smiled embarrassedly, "And I don't know how to play this." He gestured towards the shotgun in his hand, "I played the blade warrior, yes, but it's just a prop gun."

"Ha, then I'd better ask you to play golf next time."

"Uh, golf is not good either..."

"Shh!"

John Malone suddenly raised his hand to stop him from talking, and pointed to the depths of the woods, where a deer with beautiful big horns slowly passed through the dense forest.

"You..." He pushed Song Ya, motioning to leave this good opportunity for you.

"Ok……"

Song Ya smiled embarrassedly, put on the soundproof earmuffs again, and bit the bullet and raised the gun to aim. The old Mike next to him used his binoculars to look around and whispered guidance from time to time.

The other entourages of the two men all smiled and held their muzzles down, standing behind and watching the scene.

In the back, some people led the dog. It was a kind of American Foxhound, rumored to be a crossbreed of French and Irish hounds by the founding chief, Washington.

Dozens of dogs squatted very disciplinedly and very quietly.

The deer in the scope didn't feel the deadly danger approaching at all, and walked leisurely to the small puddle~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to drink water and eat grass.

"Breathe, breathe flat... pay attention to the wind speed, you can raise the sight a little bit." Old Mike whispered.

For the first time in the world, this kind of social and playful way of rich people is still very strange to Song Ya. He put his cheek against the gun body, held his breath, and the obedient lifted his pinpoint a little bit.

Perhaps it was because of the feeling of heart that the deer suddenly raised its head and looked here alertly.

He hurriedly squeezed the trigger, a huge shot broke the silence of the forest, and the birds and small animals fluttered and fled around for their lives.

John Malone and the others laughed regretfully, and Song Ya looked through the scope again, and the deer was no longer visible.

That should be missed.

Fortunately, he didn't have this hobby of killing animals for fun.

The foxhounds were also agitated, and the people who took care of them took the leash to appease them.

"You need to have a stronger killer instinct, APLUS." John Malone smiled and patted his shoulder comfortably.

"I just think about not being photographed by reporters just now. I firmly support the ban on guns..."

Song Ya laughed at herself and looked around.

"Haha, don't worry, it's impossible for me to happen that kind of thing."

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