Chicago 1990

"Sorry Julian, my people were too impulsive, and they also said sorry to Bill for me, and surprised him..."

On June 22, 2000, on the third trading day after the Vivendi Global Market resumed, Song Ya and Julian Robertson called.

After Julian Robertson also apologized for Bill Wong’s solo behavior, he said: “No, no, I also have a responsibility here. I didn’t expect the battle to be so fierce at the beginning... Yes, I’ve announced today’s opening period. I have all pushed, and there will never be a situation where I can’t be contacted at the first time, I promise. Well, I have no doubts on my side today, and I will follow Deutsche Bank and them today.

After hanging up the phone, he rolled his eyes and put down the Deutsche Bank's short report, and complained to Halle: "Investment model, financial discipline, risk control, these Wall Street gamblers talked about different things, but I feel that they are not. No one takes it seriously..."

"Yes it is."

There was a long-lost voice at the door, and Ms. Sloan, wearing a pale pink professional dress, walked in, "Julian Robertson has been very popular on Wall Street in the past two days. He is like a big star. I heard that his Tiger Fund has begun to accept a large number of institutions and individuals. Money, the target of this money must also be the French stock market. The game situation is changing too fast, and we should be more vigilant about it. You...what are you doing?"

Still so sassy and refined, so white and luminous, Song Ya is like a wolf who is starving in San Yue without knowing the smell of meat. There is nothing else in her mind. Her eyes are fixed on her open and closed red lips, step by step. Approaching slowly and mechanically.

Sloan leaned back, his hands supporting the chest of the man who was pressing like a tall zombie, his head tilted to one side, and he observed another woman in the room.

"It's open! It's open!" Halle was staring at the computer monitor intently, as if she couldn't wait to get her head in, "sideways! Sideways!" cried out technical terms excitedly.

"Did Old Mike arrange a room for you?" Song Ya ignored her, lowered his head and asked softly in Sloan's ear.

"Ok……"

The ears were a little itchy by the man's breath. According to the previous temper, I should have been hitting each other with the yin and yang strangeness at this time, but...It was indeed too long to separate, but I couldn't say what I said, so I looked away unconvincingly. , Avoiding the man's eyes that seem to be able to start a fire and the evil smile at the corners of his mouth, "Yeah."

"Then let's talk over, let's go."

"Um... uh."

The two went out to the next room. She heard the sound of closing the door, knowing that she had entered a state of being alone, and her whole body was uncomfortable and soft. "Don't...don't forget your identity, I haven't called for service... Hmm." But I didn't believe a word when I said it, and soon fell into the strong embrace and long kiss of the overbearing president.

Hallie, who stayed in the presidential suite, didn't realize it, and was still watching the game enthusiastically. For her, there is nothing more interesting than this now.

Vivendi Global’s stock price continued the state of yesterday morning before the market, even if Tiger Fund, Lehman and Deutsche Bank issued consecutive short reports and ended naked.

The stock software showed a fierce and sturdy big Yang line. The momentum of overwhelming, tearing, and conquering everything is very strong, but the empty square that has been assembled is not a good crop. The continuous big selling pressure will soon complete the Yang line. Eat, swallow.

There was hardly any foreplay. The two sides immediately entered the stage of hand-to-hand contact between you and me, and the unobstructed close-to-hand combat is as fierce as sparks hit the earth. The multi-faceted style is upright, very disciplined and rhythmic. A quick and violent pull, and the empty side was like continuous rain, and countless small groups of troops wrapped up the opponent from all directions, tearing and scratching, trying to drag the many sides into the dangerous vortex depths of the descending passage.

In each contest, the empty side seemed to be completely penetrated by the opponent, and each time, the final stop loss line was touched, but he still used all his physical strength and endurance to deal with it with great resilience.

The multi-faceted feeling must be like walking into a warm, muddy swamp, surrounded by dense moisture, in the torrential rain, there is high-pitched lightning and thunder on the top of the head, soft and sticky mud under the feet, one deep foot and one shallow foot, completely Can't see any hope of getting out of here.

Gradually, the long and short camps had no thoughts in their minds, and they could only fight intuitively. After the last simultaneous eruption, both were exhausted and entered an empty sideways state, sweating and panting, slumped to the ground, while Gather your strength while resting to prepare for the next battle.

"Damn it, what did that kid do?"

Just now, APLUS also promised well. When he called again, it was his bodyguard who answered the call again. Why did the boss say that it is not convenient to answer the call? Julian Robertson could only complain with a wry smile: "Haha, maybe this is the promise of the hip-hop star."

He can only call the other party's private lawyer again.

"Mr. Robertson...Yes, yes, our situation is okay, do you want to talk to Bill? Okay, I'll call him."

"Boss... well, I know, well, well..."

Bill curled his neck obediently and took the phone that Song Zecheng handed over. After experiencing the incident that the other party used a gun at the back of his head yesterday, he now dare not even look directly at the other party. APLUS, a private man who wears glasses and smiles all day. He would never forget the lawyer's fierce gaze behind the lens. He was completely convinced that this guy would definitely dare to shoot.

He hasn’t heard the industry rumors that the trader is unknown or violent death. It’s hundreds of millions of meters. Not to mention the urban legend APLUS, even a tycoon who seems harmless to humans and animals will not allow the trader to get out of control. ...

"You are not awesome now? Huh? Not awesome anymore? Xiba!"

In the end, he was muttered in English Shilla in a gang tone by the other party, grabbed his hair and shook his head several times.

"No, no..." He received the lesson and screamed cowardly.

"I found out again..."

"No, I don't dare anymore, I definitely don't dare Mr. Song." He hurriedly pledged.

After communicating with boss Julian Robertson, Bill Wong got rid of the memories and respectfully returned the phone to Song Zecheng with both hands. The trading volume in the current sideways state has also shrunk, and it is temporarily in a calm stage today.

"Didn’t Deutsche Bank and Merrill Lynch overfund for Global's acquisition of Polaroid Finance? Merrill Lynch is still supporting Vivendi Global, the leader of Deutsche Bank’s global financial sector. The Addison who issued a short report yesterday is both Jewish and American. A member of the Lin Gang, used to interact with the Bronfman family a lot. He seems to have a good relationship with the French? Why did he suddenly jump out?"

On Barcelona's side, Song Ya gently stroked Sloan's blonde hair and asked.

"It is said that the money Deutsche Bank lent to Universal was later cleared by the Bronfman family. Perhaps Edison has planted the seeds of hatred since then? As for He Merrill, he was born in Merrill Lynch but now serves Deutsche Bank. , Business is business. He himself seems to be very uneasy about helping Merrill Lynch and other U.S. capitals to control Deutsche Bank. Instead, he has worked hard for Deutsche Bank’s global expansion, including making great contributions to the expansion of British Mi..."

The crimson Sloan's chest was still slightly heaving, "Perhaps Edison, like Lehman, had been eyeing Vivendi Global earlier? The evidence in his short report cannot be collected in a short time."

"Ok."

Deutsche Bank’s short selling report, apart from the Tiger Fund and Lehman’s similar content, mainly mentions two more things. One is the disclosure of the details of the repurchase agreement between Seagram Universal and the U.S. Television Network. The U.S. television network, which spent more than four billion dollars in the hands of the rich three generations, has no idea what method he used to inflate to nearly eight billion dollars. According to the merger agreement signed by Vivendi and Universal, the new dimension Wonder Global must inherit the original contract and complete the full repurchase by 2003.

The second thing is that Deutsche Bank questioned the role played by BNP Paribas and Industrial Bank in helping Vivendi’s acquisition of Seagram Global. They pointed out that these two major French banks helped Vivendi CEO Messier commit financial fraud. .

"Are the reporters here?"

Edison Mitchell, whom the two are talking about, is ready to go. There is a seminar in the City of London today. The schedule has been set long ago. He declined, but now he changed his mind and intends to attend in person.

"It's all here," the man replied.

"Yeah." He finally glanced at Vivendi Universal's early K-line, then gritted his teeth and sneered disdainfully.

"Maybe it's not time yet? Vivendi is still very powerful." His subordinates followed him and persuaded behind him: "The profitability of their companies is not weak, and they can organize such a large-scale counterattack today..."

"Do we still have a choice?" He interrupted impatiently. As the main force, a large number of chips were sucked in by this morning's long and short war.

"Shield! This is shield! Paris and Societe Generale have been collaborating with Vivendi from beginning to end! It may even include the French government."

At the seminar, he was asked about yesterday’s short selling report and explained it to reporters in great detail, and then suddenly yelled: “The US government and the French government will destroy the trust of investors around the world! DefJam Records’ false accounts and maintenance Fake accounts of the medical group of Wangdi and so on... Tiger Fund and Lehman have obtained such sufficient evidence, don’t you want to check it!? My personal Vivendi CEO Messier and the chairman of Seagram Global Little Bronfman is a very good friend, but Vivendi is definitely a veteran of fraud, and there are definitely bigger problems behind the many bad accounts. Vivendi Global is not worth 70 billion. Oh, it's time for the bubble to burst!"

"Damn it!" Young Bronfman called his father when he saw the news, "Editison, it's him! This is a shameful betrayal!"

"Stop talking about such childish things, little Edgar." The old father urged exhaustedly on the phone.

Little Bronfman burst into tears in shame, "Woo, father, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I should listen to your opinion from the beginning, I shouldn't take the German money... But Addison! I pay it back Thought he was his own! I didn't expect him to be so vicious! This poisonous snake!" He gritted his teeth, "And Messier, they are all scammers!"

"Do you have any other arrangements after the dinner tonight?" The old man asked without answering.

"No, but Messier has sold his life this time. He responded very well. The banks are helping him. There was a lot of good news from France in the morning. We are steady."

Little Bronfman announced the good news again, "I feel I have a chance to comeback this time and kill all the speculators in Addison!"

"No matter what the result is, please come back, don't stay there anymore."

"father……"

"Do you want to sit back and watch the Bronfman family lose control of Seagram Universal?"

"Of course not!" Little Bronfman replied loudly.

"Then come back, let's discuss it together."

"Okay! Oh, right, is Barry Diller with you? I can't reach him, apologize to him for me..."

"No, it's useless to apologize, kid, he might want to kill you now."

"..."

At the same time, Barcelona and Song Ya had returned to their presidential suite to watch Edison's performance with Julian Robertson in Manhattan, New York, across the Atlantic Ocean.

"This is the final horn, but he seems to be a little gaffe today."

Julian Robertson said in the call: "Now everyone must work together. The resilience of Vivendi Global with three short-selling reports is amazing. All of us must use our best. I have some new funds coming in. You Can you raise more over there? I heard that your clothing company is about to trade?"

"How did it happen..."

Song Yazhen didn’t expect things to be so big. Vivendi fell by 21% in two days. The market value has evaporated by nearly 20 billion. It’s still Euros. The Avengers have actually completed their mission. "That sentence, I like it. Act according to plan, at least today, we can only have money on hand."

"APLUS..."

"Don't worry, I will try my best. I will try other methods." Song Ya ignored the gambler and gave Sloan a wink after hanging up.

Sloan lowered her hair to text, and Hallie on the side squeezed her hydrated cheek suspiciously, and she avoided it.

In Washington, Doug, the chief of staff sitting in the Office of Representative Underwood, noticed that his cell phone was on on the desk. He picked it up and looked at it, and then walked towards Underwood, where he was working.

"I see." After hearing the report, Underwood nodded and picked up the landline on the table.

In New York, New York State Attorney General Spitzer, nicknamed the Wall Street Sheriff, walked to the microphones of the reporters, "Yes, I noticed the problem with Universal Music. We actually started the investigation process as soon as possible, please. Rest assured with investors that we will not tolerate this behavior."

"Can you tell me the progress of the investigation?"

"Sorry, not so fast." Spitzer waved his hand. "The short-selling report of a private company is not a complaint. We will probably call DefJam president Lyle Cohen first, hoping to get more information."

"Twenty days have passed since the Tiger Fund issued a short-selling report!" a reporter exclaimed: "Will you cooperate with the French side?"

Spitzer waved his hand at the reporter impatiently, stopped answering questions, and turned and walked into the building.

"Thanks to Congressman Underwood." The bullets on the news page were all lit up. After reading the news, Song Ya immediately called Underwood, who was responsible for the final help in the agreement, and thanked him personally.

"Spitzer is not the person I can control APLUS. He has a very strong personality. It may not be a good thing to attract his attention." Underwood gave advice: "It is best to find a way to fix it after this time. relationship."

"I know, thank you." Song Yagang hung up, and Old Mike walked in and reported: "David Geffen is here."

"David? Please come in." Uninvited? He frowned and greeted David Geffen with Sloan and Halle.

"Sorry, sorry APLUS, I know I shouldn't have come to see you."

David Geffen even apologized after entering the door. He was energetic but haggard. "I couldn't sleep after seeing Deutsche Bank's report yesterday, so I rushed over."

"But we can't do anything when we meet. Can't you talk over the phone if you have something?" Another undisciplined teammate, Song Ya feels that the Avengers are about to fall apart under the extremely exciting speculative battle.

"I apologize again, hello Halle, Ms. Sloan."

David Geffen waited for Song Ya to send the two women away and asked: "APLUS, half of the principal has been taken out, and the leverage has been reduced, right? What's the situation now? I saw that the game in the morning was very tragic."

"Yes, our remaining money and profits are basically put in, plus the deposit... I don't know the situation in the afternoon, so I can only do my best."

"I brought an accountant." David Geffen hinted that he could still invest money in it. "I heard that your clothing company will be sold to Aeropostale in the near future?"

But it shouldn't be much. Song Ya heard that his main purpose is to persuade himself to invest again, "Yes, but it may not be able to catch up. It depends on the situation. According to the original plan, the completion of the transaction will have to wait until next week."

"This time the game is too big... Lehman, Deutsche Bank, I heard that Solomon Smith Barney is also involved." David Geffen said.

Song Ya raised an eyebrow, remembering that the predecessor of Solomon Smith Barney was founded by the Jewish bankers Solomon Brothers. Perhaps this was the main reason why David Geffen came to Spain. He should have received some inside information, "Oh? They invested. How much is it?"

"I don't know, who will reveal this." David Geffen shook his head.

"In short, we can only wait now. We are just small shrimps in front of these giants."

"Don't underestimate APLUS. I feel that the timing is good. All the prerequisites are in place. Now I have more funds than anyone else. Vivendi Global is only the last breath, isn't it? Hey, is YAHOO rebounding now?"

"I have agreed with Julian Robertson, not today." Song Ya directly refused.

"APLUS..."

"Don't say it, if it is squeezed and liquidated because of my decision, then I will admit it."

"The market is changing rapidly. Julian Robertson said that this is not a futures game. It is too routine." David Geffen was a bit anxious. "There is more than your money!"

"I know that I am a layman, but no matter how dissatisfied you are, you must abide by my rules. I know not only my money, but most of it is mine. I am a major shareholder. My decision is the final decision."

Song Ya stared directly at the Hollywood tycoon she had looked up to, and said word by word.

"You are too stubborn!" David Geffen jumped angrily, "Obviously victory is in sight! Didn't you see it? The French can't stand it anymore!"

"Maybe you forgot that our original intention was to avenge the little Bronfman and make a fortune by the way, instead of participating in this level of gamble!" Song Ya angrily scolded.

"But things have come to this point. Didn't we just happen to be right..." David Geffen said to himself again, "The chance of you earning back the rice stock and losing the four billion yuan is now in front of APLUS."

"Don't, I'm more courageous than you, Mr. Geffen."

"Ha! Who believes it? Don't hesitate to APLUS, this feast is over, you can use all my resources in Hollywood from now on."

No matter how hard and soft it is, Song Ya just shook his head.

"Or the other way around!?" David Geffen threatened again one hundred and eighty degrees.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Song Ya looked at him coldly.

David Geffen was shocked by his attitude, his face was in disbelief, but it really didn't happen again, the air in the room seemed to freeze instantly.

"cough……"

Fortunately, Sloan opened the door at this moment and coughed slightly behind the scene of the two men arguing.

"Sorry, APLUS, I was so excited just now." David Geffen took advantage of the opportunity of Sloan and Song Ya to whisper, and walked away to resolve the embarrassment.

"I also apologize to you, in fact I played another card at noon today."

What Sloan said just now was ‘Skinner has taken care of it’. He turned on the TV and the hotel’s satellite TV was received.

"Although Spitzer, the New York State Attorney General, claimed to have launched an investigation into DefJam Records and will summon the company's president Lyle Cohen, according to sources, it was revealed to this station that Lyle Cohen has disappeared and is likely to have fled abroad..."

Broadcast by the hostess of the financial section.

"Run? Impossible, right?"

David Geffen was stunned for a while, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

He looked at the black pharaoh beside him.

"I can only do this today." Song Ya shrugged.

"Ok?"

Lyle Cohen, who was chewing burgers and waiting for news, was immediately stunned when he saw the news, his mouth was full and he cried out, "No, I'm at home!"

"DefJam... it's not a big deal anymore."

In Paris, Messier, who had just had a big quarrel with BNP Paribas and Societe Generale’s teammates, comforted himself after seeing the bad news, but immediately called Universal Records President Doug Morris in desperation, “Doug! Didn't you let you watch Lyle Cohen?"

"He's at home, it's fake news." Doug Morris replied.

"Oh, that's all right..."

All right? Something! At the opening in the afternoon, Vivendi Global's stock price plummeted, and the multi-party psychological defenses finally collapsed.

"Ahhhhh! APLUS! Sixty-five euros! Sixty-three! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Halle was already in madness, holding the table with her hands, and screaming at the computer screen with her tongue out, "Sixty-two! Sixty! Oh! The French lost their helmets and armor! Surrendered!" She turned over, excited. Kiss to Sloan next to him.

"call!"

Song Ya, behind her, let out a long sigh of relief. Although she was full of confidence in front of David Geffen and others, how could the psychological pressure such as the pressure on the top of the mountain be humane? Futures speculation... is really exciting, even if I can win this time, it still seems that I am not suitable for this business.

Forget it, just wash your hands after finishing this time.

As he thought, he walked a half step aside, holding Sloan's slender waist with his hands.

"Fuck them! Fuck them!"

Bill Huang from Paris became proud again. After being trapped in the morning by a long and short fight, he couldn't help but blame himself for his misjudgment yesterday. He admired the big heart and rationality of the APLUS camp, but now...

"It's a drop stop! They fall in love!" But when he waited for Vivendi Global to have another drop stop in the afternoon, he immediately jumped up with his colleagues, hugged and cheered. He was still right, so he should be totally bearish!

"Hahaha!" From London to New York, the trading rooms of several major investment banks also laughed and laughed.

"Black Pharaoh..." Julian Robertson smiled and shook his head, muttering to himself.

"What is going on with the fake news at noon? APLUS hasn't run yet?"

Edison looked at the carnival traders, instead of celebrating with everyone, but frowned, "M-FXXK has been following us to eat meat...rats!"

"APLUS?" David Geffen happily was about to knock on the door to plead guilty, but was suddenly stopped by Old Mike, "The boss is still taking a nap..."

"It's almost three o'clock..." David Geffen looked at his watch in surprise, then shook his head and laughed, "Forget it, let him rest, and tell me, this time I count him, he is always right. , I took it."

"Inner ghost! We have inner ghost!"

At the Vivendi headquarters, the senior executives kept accusing each other during the meeting. "How did Edison know that BNP Paribas and Societe Generale were helping us without mentioning Credit Lyon, who was also present at the meeting!? How did he know!? There is definitely something in our family. ghost!"

"BNP Paribas and Societe Generale also fell miserably today! The market is also miserable! This is a blitz! The Germans have betrayed the European Union! They want to kill us with the Americans! Bring down the French financial world!"

"Mr. Prime Minister can't just sit back and watch! He can't back down because of the pressure of international public opinion!"

"If this continues, it will cause a financial crisis!"

Messier sat slumped at the top of the long conference table, fixedly looking at the ceiling, turning a deaf ear to all quarrels.

Little Bronfman crumbled and stared at the 58.15 Euro number on the screen, motionless, Vivendi Global once again ate a drop limit, he blinked with difficulty, completely unable to accept that his wealth would follow this one again. The company has shrunk by 35 percent.

If calculated with the highest value of more than five billion dollars, his net worth has been reduced by half under his various operations in the past few years, more than that.

If you count the wealth of the other members of the family, the Bronfman family has less than 5 billion dollars left in total, and there were more than 10 billion when it first merged with Global...

sinner! Family sinner!

He closed his eyes in pain, and suddenly remembered that APLUS seems to be coming to Paris tomorrow. As soon as he imagined the other party’s face, he suddenly slapped his spirit, feeling that it’s meaningless to be alive. The fire ladder climbed up the stairs and reached the rooftop all the way.

Gliding on ice

Slow and careful

Most afraid of wrestling

But turned around sharply

Has fallen on the edge of the ice cave

The summer in Paris was sunny, but his body was trembling all the time, like an ice cellar, and he silently read the commentary poem of the third movement of Vivaldi Winter.

‘Squeak. ’

At this time, the door behind ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was pushed open. He looked back and saw that the visitor was a standard French gentleman who knew his face, but could not be named. He attended the dinner hosted by himself the day before yesterday and yesterday. , Seems to introduce myself to play fund? Can not remember……

"Uh……"

He felt a little embarrassed. At this time, someone found himself on the rooftop...

He was about to find an excuse to explain the scenery, but his throat was a little sweet, and his mouth was hot and painful.

"Don't worry, I didn't plan to..." He cleared his throat and adjusted, but the other person's figure disappeared.

Hallucinations? He looked around and fell into self-doubt.

‘Dididi! There was a sharp car siren from under the building, and then a woman screamed.

"WTF!?"

He finally reflected it, and leaped to the edge of the roof to look down. The people who had just been alive had turned into the fuzzy dots on the roof of the streetside car, and the pedestrians gradually gathered around.