Chicago 1990

"Let Jean, please let Jean Thank you..."

The boss of the Tiger Fund, Julian Robertson, was surrounded by microphones and guns, and his men squeezed forward with difficulty.

"Mr. Robertson, can you respond to the doubts of small and medium investors in your fund?"

"Mr. Robertson, that short report on Vivendi Universal..."

The reporters were all talking about these two things. After the short report came out, the external pressure naturally concentrated on him.

"I have been dedicated to safeguarding the interests of investors all my life, and there is nothing to respond to. The same is true for the short selling report. There is enough evidence that the market value of Vivendi Global is higher than their actual value. Many... …"

Julian Robertson squeezed to the car with a face full of spring breeze, turned around and talked confidently.

Perhaps the "blocked" by the reporters this time was his own design. The Tiger Fund has fallen into a trough due to continuous investment failures in recent years. After the stock market crash, it was redeemed by investors on a large scale, making it the "Nobody of Wall Street". 'This is not good. In fact, players like him need celebrity-level exposure. For example, Buffett and Schloss are very good at using the media, letting the microphone help to amplify the volume, in order to affect market confidence and convene a large number of followers. , Predators or ordinary investors who blindly follow suit.

In particular, short-selling and sniping against large multinational companies cannot be done with the money of a certain fund alone.

Julian Robertson is very good at taking advantage of public opinion, and the opportunity Song Ya sent him was regarded as a battle for rectification. He has no retreat since the short-selling report was issued.

In the presidential suite of a hotel in Hong Kong, there was only the gleam of the TV screen. Except for the conversation between Julian Robertson and the reporters, there was only the heavy breathing of a pair of men and women, "I'm not coming, I'm not coming..." this news Afterwards, Halle wailed and struggled forward, "Do you need to see a doctor?"

"Ok?"

Song Ya, who was holding her ankles with both hands excitedly and dragging her ankles back, was taken aback, "What's wrong with me? I'm in good health?"

"I suspect you have that addiction..." Halle took the opportunity to pick up the phone, "Shall I call Xuelin or anyone else to Xiangjiang?"

"No, I'm just a little stressed."

Perhaps because the pressure is like a spring, the greater the strength, the more times that need to be decompressed and released, and only Hallie used it on the announcement of Blade Warrior 2... Song Ya refused but let go of her hand and did not toss her again. Go straight to the wine cabinet to get the wine, "I don't want to meet them for the time being."

She always pays attention to Vivendi Universal's related matters. It is easy to be seen by the women who accompany him day and night. Halle has seen it in Tokyo, so Song Ya will not let her leave her sight now.

It's not that they don't trust them, or that their own women are often stupid, and they may be drawn out by people with ulterior motives, such as Xue Linfen...

"Yeah." Halle swam over like a black mermaid obediently.

Song Ya took a sip of the new cognac launched by Sigrum Winery to celebrate Martell's 280 years of history. The wine entered his throat. He groaned with enjoyment, and the other hand violently pressed Halle wet. Short hair.

Contrary to the treatment in Tokyo, the Hong Kong filmmakers gave almost the highest treatment to Blade Warrior 2 who used kung fu elements and local martial artists and actors. Song Ya and the whole crew spent a few days in the circle here, and accepted a lot of Chinese by the way. media interview.

On June 16th, Song Ya set off again and flew directly to Italy under the farewell of countless fans.

"APLUS has arrived in Europe."

This news was quickly reported to the ears of Vivendi CEO Messier, "I know." He himself is far less nervous than the rich three generations. A multinational giant has no shortage of investors to sell short in the stock market every second. It is unlikely that high-profile short-selling reports such as the Tiger Fund will be the first. Great storms and waves have been seen much earlier.

Regarding the false accounting of DefJam records in the short-selling report, it was not time to pursue the Bronfman family. The internal troubles in this section were even worse, and his confidence was not so full...

"That kid is getting closer and closer!" He was still in the mood to joke with his men.

"Yes, looking at it now, his schedule is very interesting." The man nodded, "We are approaching step by step, and we are almost at a distance where we can smell our breath."

"Now it doesn't matter whether he has joined forces with the Tiger Fund."

Messier answered. Time is running out, so what if the other party simply admits it in person? On the contrary, it is not as good as he is now. After all, APLUS had a "lucky pig" halo before the stock market crash, and successively invested in a large number of technology companies such as Netscape and YAHOO. It itself has a certain appeal to the capital market.

"What is our partner doing?" Messier asked.

"He hid in his castle..."

The Bronfman family owns an old castle in the suburbs. The rich three generations moved in after leaving Paris. In the dimly lit room, he was alone, watching the TV just arrived in Milan, Italy, with Gucci executives and designer Tom Ford and others Song Ya who hugged and took a group photo with a bright smile to the camera.

"Little Edgar! Little Edgar!"

Outside the door, his cousin Sam also moved into the family property on the back foot, harassing three meals, "We have to talk! Edgar! I know you are there!"

He took a deep breath, feeling the pressure coming from all directions, cutting the meat slowly, especially painful.

The uncle and cousin’s family’s shares are mostly concentrated in the Seagram wine industry. This time when the Tiger Fund’s short-selling report on the Universal Music Department’s false accounts came out, their family suddenly exploded in place, awakening that the Seagram wine industry was affected by Vivendi. The value was depressed in the process of share swaps and mergers, and the assets of their father and son were moved over by their overvalued global system.

idiot! At that time, I didn't see the calculations of myself and my father. Who would sympathize with you after the trouble happened? He rubbed his face and turned off the TV impatiently, "I'm resting! Is there anything wrong?"

"We should have accepted Vivendi's cash long ago!"

"What is the use of you saying this now!? I don't want to quarrel with you, let's talk about it tomorrow!"

"Is it too late now?"

"It's too late! Stop saying such stupid things, Sam! And don't talk about it! The family has a password! You know the seriousness of this matter!"

"You open the door!"

"What the **** do you want to do!?" He opened the door and was hit by his cousin.

Rebelled! The uncle’s family has never been committed to their father and son, and has absolutely no right to intervene in the management of the family company. For many years, apart from participating in some wine business, they have enjoyed the increase in their wealth along with the family assets. I did not expect that now...

Rebellion rebelled!

He held his nose in pain and held the door frame, glaring at the back of his cousin who turned away.

"Brother!" This scene was seen by the two younger sisters who had just arrived, "What's wrong with you?" Come and surround yourself with concern.

"Nothing, Sam is crazy..."

He felt the nosebleed flowing out of his fingers and became more angry, "Wait, I want him to look good when I look back!"

"It's okay." The two sisters were rare and considerate this time, and helped him back to the room all the way to help stop the bleeding.

"call!"

He felt a touch of family warmth and raised his head to play with the handkerchief stuffed in his nostrils, "How did you two get there?"

"Busy." A younger sister replied.

"Haha, what are you doing so busy." The burden of the family rests on her alone, and these two younger sisters are completely rich and idlers.

The two sisters pushed each other a few times out of his sight, and the other sister hesitated and said, "We still need some money..."

Sure enough, "How much?" He took the checkbook casually.

"Ten million... Uh, ten million each of us. The leader said..."

"Look for Dad!" He took out the hand that was in his arms again.

"Dad won't give it!"

"I'm not even more!" Annoyed, and as expected, all the rich family affections are fake. He drove the least reliable sister of the two families out and slammed the door.

"APLUS, PPR and LVMH are still fighting fiercely for control of our company."

In Milan, Song Ya did not have time to rest with Halle, and was entangled by Tom Ford and Gucci President Desore, "Pino and Son of PPR talked with you, right?"

"Ok."

Song Ya nodded. Pino and his son are nothing more than looking for funds to completely buy the remaining Gucci shares in LVMH's hands. Now their PPR group is willing to sell its e-commerce website Ledute. Unfortunately, today is different. Before the stock market crash, Song Ya was very keen to expand. Internet layout, now...not to mention that there is no spare money, and if there is money, I will not buy a new website, and it is a French website.

Even though Le Dute’s asking price has become a lot cheaper now, the impact of the bursting of the Internet bubble has already radiated to the world. One is counted as one, and everyone’s life is not easy.

On the other side of this French civil war, LVMH boss Arnott also contacted him, but whether he is still Pino and his sons, or Tom Ford and Dessore in front of him, everyone knows that the black pharaoh in front of him just lost money in the New York capital market. Four billion dollars, and the legend has been involved in the long-short game of Vivendi Global. He no longer regards him as the main object of competition.

"Goodbye."

Song Ya sent Tom Ford and De Soleil out of the house, returned to the room to continue working, called Ms. Sloan, David Geffen and others, and manipulated the TV remote control to find relevant news.

"Boss, I'm leaving too." Song Zecheng came over with a bag to say goodbye. He would go first to meet up with the trader Bill Huang and others in Paris and be responsible for watching the whole process.

"Well, it's been hard work." Song Ya casually encouraged.

"It's okay, hey, fly to Paris soon." Song Zecheng smiled and closed the door for him.

It’s very close. Song Ya happened to see a piece of news~www.wuxiaspot.com~Little Bronfman led a group of senior European financial circles to visit the stables near the family’s castle, dressed in short sleeves for three generations of rich and handsome, his face overflowing With infinite confidence.

"I'm very optimistic, the brand new Vivendi Universal is under the leadership of Mr. Messier..."

The rich three generations confessed a few words to the big guys, then walked to the reporter's camera and sang praises for the resumption of the market on the 20th.

The final shot of this brief news is a shot of him walking and chatting on the lawn with a bunch of big guys from a distance. The atmosphere is very relaxed...

The eyelids began to jump again. Song Ya turned off the TV, put her elbows on her knees, and supported her brow bones with her crossed fingers. She stayed silently in the quiet room alone, the knuckles were not free from the Lord’s force. It was squeezed and began to turn white.

"Hum hum……"

Hallie, who had just taken a shower, came out humming, and immediately stopped after seeing this scene, and walked to the bedroom, turned around at the door, leaned against the threshold, and silently looked at him without saying a word, and accompanied him.

(End of this chapter)