Chicago 1990

Text 1364 Chapter B Plan

April 4, 2000, New Jersey.

"Ha! Aplus, what? Did the talk go well over there?"

Bradley, who announced his withdrawal the day before yesterday, had just returned to his nest. According to his withdrawal speech, he should have gone on vacation with his wife and children to relax, but he still made time to see Song Ya before leaving.

"Alright? I feel that the negotiations are coming to an end, Mr. Senator."

Song Ya replied that he was able to meet Bradley this time. He took the path of his good brother Jordan. The former Chicago Bulls meritorious coach Phil Jackson is a former Bradley teammate and a **** player. Jordan and other NBA stars in the primaries follow Fei. El Jackson cheered for Bradley together, very hard.

"That's good."

Former NBA Hall of Fame star Bradley is 1.96 meters tall. Two tall and burly men shook hands in their respective entourages. Bradley deliberately tried secretly. This is a formidable enemy. Song Ya’s palms were both sides It hurts.

"Hahaha... please sit down."

The two laughed and separated. Bradley asked David Falke, Jordan's agent who led Song Ya, "I heard that Michael is leaving Chicago?"

"Yes, we are looking for a team that is willing to accept us."

Being fooled and humiliated by the boss, Jordan can no longer stay in Chicago. David Falk smiled and tried: "Is there a chance for the New Jersey Nets?"

"I'll help you ask, wait until they finish the regular season."

Bradley knows the NBA very well. The Nets are in a bad situation this year and will not be able to make the playoffs.

This is Song Ya’s first close encounter with the senator. As one of the 100 U.S. senators who have served for six years, some senators speak and do things very directly or even almost without scruples, such as in textile quotas. The former Secretary of the Navy, John Werner, who helped, Bradley's style is similar.

This kind of people like to listen to compliments. After the courtesy greeting, Song Ya sits down, raises his right hand, pushes his palm to the outside, and repeats the speech when the other party announces his withdrawal in a lyrical tone: "When a country is at the most critical crossroads." When speaking, you need a strong heart to hold the steering wheel and lead all of our people on the right path... Your speech is very good, Mr. Senator, I will remember it only after hearing it, and I really think you are equally worthy The position of the upper driver's seat."

"Hahaha!"

Bradley and the others in the office laughed again, "Don't mention this aplus, the election is over for me."

The biggest threat and trouble to Gore in this primary election has always been him. Without Peter, he might have lost a lot after defeat. But because of Peter, who attracts hatred, he should move forward to withdraw from the election. A lot of benefits and promises were obtained from Gore and the Donkey Caucus. The media and the Donkey Party sang praises for his behavior of being aware of current affairs.

So Bradley is in a good mood right now, and he has more political capital to exert maximum pressure, "Does Peter Flock last until June? Or August? I admire his courage, unlike me, who is a deserter."

June is the time for the primary election debate, and August is the time for the Donkey Party National Convention and Super Representatives to vote to formally introduce candidates for the general election. Of course, Bradley knows what Peter wants to do.

"I am not very sure."

Song Ya didn't want the topic to be drawn to Peter, and replied: "Mr. Governor should have his own consideration."

"Ok, then let's not talk nonsense aplus."

Bradley asked: "The First Bank of New Jersey told me that you still have differences on the specific content of the acquisition agreement?"

At this moment, he crossed his fingers in front of him, **** leaning against the desk, Song Ya sat near the sofa near him, next to him was David Falke, and then Ms. Sloan, O'Grady of Northern Trust and CNA The insured person, the other entourages of both parties sit or stand in the room.

"Yes." Song Ya looked at Sloan.

"The people of Bank One requested that the shares sold do not contain voting rights. We cannot accept Senator Bradley on this condition. Both of us had no doubt about this in our previous negotiations." Ms. Sloan said.

"Why? Did something change?" Bradley asked knowingly.

After he retired from the election, there was no drag, and he would definitely refuse to submit as before, so the First Bank of New Jersey also repented at the same time.

Of course it's hard for our side to point out the facts, Sloan shrugged and signaled that he didn't know.

"So are you willing to make concessions on this condition aplus." Bradley looked at Song Ya.

How could it be possible that the kind of quagmire enterprise similar to the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation has no board seats without voting rights. If 120 million are invested in and resold, they can be used up. "This is not a small amount, Mr. Senator." Song Ya's expression. Very sincerely shook his head.

"Of course, I understand." Bradley nodded, and then stopped talking.

"Some shareholders of Bank One are willing to agree to our terms, and they seem to have differences within them," Sloan added.

Also like the Inner City Broadcasting Company, the share structure of the First Bank of New Jersey is very complicated. Certain individual small shareholders are eager to accept life-saving money, but the local New Jersey local New Jersey institutions and the government through the aid of the stock holdings in the early years, various charities and other funds, etc. The shareholders that the politicians can influence will listen to Bradley, who is the return of the king, instead of prioritizing the interests of the company, so they regretted it.

"Oh?"

Bradley's smile faded and he stared at Song Ya meaningfully, "You know aplus, I can't help much in this matter. I don't want to be criticized by the outside world to interfere with the business affairs of the private company."

It's all because of Peter. Until now, the bargaining chip that God used to threaten Little Daly by catching Bradley's sore feet is gone, and he has to face Bradley's revenge.

"Then we reduce the amount of investment, and only cooperate with the First Bank to start new investment banking projects?"

But he has no interest in New Jersey. In the final analysis, what can Bradley do to a global billionaire? Song Ya offered a new price, and both sides took a step back, so we can see each other in the future?

"They probably won't agree." Bradley took the initiative. "They need your 120 million for help. It doesn't make much sense for them to follow the trend and build a new stall."

This is how the lion spoke too much. Song Ya turned his head to look at Sloan and the others, and discussed in a low voice, "I understand." He got up and stretched out his hand: "Then let them continue talking first."

"Don't be silly aplus again, I won't sit back and watch you continue to do things inside the First Bank."

Bradley did not respond to the handshake, but pointed to his own eyes, "I'm staring at you."

He didn’t let him go. The acquisition of First Bank of New Jersey could only get the conditions through their internal board game. Sloan and the others calculated that it was not without a chance. After all, there are many shareholders who are greedy for 120 million life-saving money, but this will completely reconcile. Local politicians headed by Bradley fell out.

This is also a fear of being bothered by a stick and a wolf. Bradley should not know how much their internal painful feet he has in his hands. Otherwise, why is he so quasi to issue a tender offer to a small New Jersey bank?

Although it was actually intelligence that Sloan didn't intend to have when he was a congressional lobbyist, Bradley and the others didn't know it.

"understanding."

Without being too speculative, Song Ya stuffed his hand into his pants pocket, and stared at the other side with a warning sign, "Then we leave Mr. Senator."

"Please."

Song Ya put his hands in his trouser pockets and left with his men in file.

"Aplus!" David Falk, who is still not quite sure about the situation, hurriedly followed. "Are there any problems with your business?"

"The differences are too great, it seems we can't agree."

Song Ya patted his arm and smiled, "But thank you very much for your help today, David."

"Small question. Uh..." David Falk whispered again, "Nasdaq doesn't seem to be doing very well this year. Your money from Mr. Madoff..."

"It's not just that the Madoff Fund can only do long... I asked, they promised that even if their investment dividend this year is not as good as last year, it's not much worse."

The money in the Madoff Fund enjoys stable returns. Now in the market... Song Ya regrets that he has not increased his investment soon. "Of course, the right to choose is in Jordan's own hands. Look at it for yourself. I'm just a guide, no Your fund manager."

"Ok, ok...I understand." David Falk nodded frequently.

"Think of a better place, we saved 120 million." In the parking lot and David Falke parted ways, Song Yala opened the door, and smiled at the two acquisition partners of O'Grady and cna insurance: " I’m bothering you about this bankruptcy."

"Ha, it doesn't matter, doing business will always face this situation, and it's not always smooth and profitable every time."

The cna insurance guy smiled and got into his company's car.

"Then we..." O'Grady, who knew more, got into Song Ya's car.

"You can only start Plan B. You can contact South Bank Bank and Tiger Fund with Sloan."

For a while, he couldn’t get a good investment bank shell, so Song Ya had to ask black banks and big fund companies for help. South Bank’s CEO Milton Davis met during the campaign to support Michelle’s husband. They had a good relationship, Tiger. The fund's assets under management even surpassed that of the Quantum Fund in 1998, when it was at its peak, but during the Asian financial crisis, it suffered huge losses in several key battles such as the yen, the ruble, and the U.S. Airlines. In 1999, bet the Internet bubble burst and short-selling. Another huge loss, at the beginning of 2000, I turned around 180 degrees and turned to chase the technology industry, but it happened to catch up to a high point...

In the context of such a big bull market in the United States, their funds were only billions of dollars left after two years of tossing. They have become the laughing stock of Wall Street. Their boss, Julian Robertson, is in desperate need of his own kind of flying pig to extend assistance. hand.

It will be more troublesome after revenge against Universal. The Tiger Fund needs to issue an annual report, and it will be difficult for it to be completely confidential in the first half of 2001.

"Ok."

O'Grady had doubts about throwing money into a broken bank in New Jersey, and plan b was just what he wanted.

"I'm afraid that politicians like Bradley won't be able to get rid of them. What if he must take our money and refuse to vote?" O'Grady asked.

"Then go to war." Song Ya's tone was relaxed and free, but his gaze out of the car window became domineering.

"We can't let him go." In fact, there were people from the First Bank of New Jersey in Bradley's office just now. He looked at the back of Song Ya and his party leaving, and thought of the one hundred and two hundred million. Was willing, so he spoke to Bradley.

"I don't want him to see our books." Another senior affairs bureaucrat of the New Jersey state government objected.

"Didn't they say not to give them the right to vote? We can do something about the account book. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" The people at the First Bank continued to persuade them.

Bradley looked left and looked again, and picked up the landline microphone without saying a word, "Help me pick up little Daley..." he said to the secretary outside.

The others in the room waited quietly.

"Mayor Daly, it's me, um... I just met that kid, um... um..."

He hung up a few times, hung up and called, "Fuck Underwood again... which Underwood? Our former whip whip... Hey! Underwood, it's me, Bradley. I just and that kid When I met, he didn’t have the right to vote. He wouldn’t pay... Well, yes, can you help? Well... Okay, I know you have a good relationship, eh... um... Of course... ok, that’s it? Okay? See you in Washington... then we will have a good chat."

He put down the phone, smacked his mouth and paced in deep thought. After a long time, he raised his head to meet the expectant gaze of the whole room. "Forget it, Underwood doesn't want to see me go to war with that kid. He may be in the Gore government next year The Minister of Real Power, he is missing this year, and the election of those of us who waste the House of Representatives is not very good.

"But Underwood is not a difficult figure to deal with at the moment." The people at Bank One still refused to give up: "He and we have cooperated very harmoniously for many years. He is fouling and helping outsiders..."

"But Underwood has been in a personal relationship with the kid just now for ten years, and the relationship between them is also very deep. Remember the tumultuous Barn case before?"

Bradley didn't want to spend more time explaining what he said in his retort, "Forget it, that's it, forget it... As long as that kid is obedient and doesn't make trouble in our New Jersey after today."

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