Chicago 1990

The little Bronfman fled back to the castle in a hurry. In the evening, he showed himself at the dinner party and left France overnight, taking a private jet to his home in Canada.

It's not that he doesn't want to hold his face for a while, but he was surrounded by guests just after he showed up at the dinner party. The elegant upper class people in the past have become no different from Ichijo Poppi, questioning and complaining in English, French and even Spanish. , Scolding, spying.

The market value of Vivendi Global has evaporated by 31 billion Euros in three days, but this does not mean that only the amount of funds involved in the three hundred and one is involved. Vivendi Global’s stock price is equal to the amount of hot money used by both the long and short sides as the subject of a gamble. In fact, many wins and losses have nothing to do with the fundamentals of the casino itself, or even Vivendi Global.

With the lower limit again today, many parties have suffered extremely heavy losses.

Most of Dufang is from their own camp. Many customers complained that they saw that they were more confident in the first two days, so they invested money in Vivendi Global stock hunting, and even used leverage to do long.

For example, the fund manager who jumped off the building in the afternoon.

Of course, the unlucky ghost has jumped off the building and died unable to speak, and can only become a conversational resource for others.

"I heard that one jumped near the Paris Exchange today?"

Asked Song Ya, who just finished the announcement of Blade Warrior 2 in Barcelona.

"As far as I know, there is more than one in Paris. There seems to be a jump on Wall Street. There are also people who are fighting against us. Today, not only Vivendi Global, but also BNP Paribas, Societe Generale and many other stocks have plummeted. French media The stock market crash has already begun to refer to the miserable state of the country’s stock market this week. It’s a gloomy cloud..."

Julian Robertson replied: "Only the Vivendi Universal family will drop the limit on Tuesday, four points on Wednesday, and the limit again on Thursday. The French will be impatient."

"In that case, should we start withdrawing?" Song Ya asked.

"Don't worry, according to the current panic in the French capital market, at least they won't be able to get it back tomorrow. Tomorrow is Friday. They must make a rescue plan for two days on weekends. It is estimated that there will be danger next Monday." Julian Robertson replied.

The two talked about the strategic arrangements for tomorrow. Song Ya himself was 10,000 people who wanted to run. After revenge, he made enough money, but Julian Robertson was still unsatisfied. The two had a disagreement, but it belonged to Julian. Robertson is more professional and more experienced.

"Then it's settled, shall we exit tomorrow at the end of the game?"

According to the sideways trading this morning, in the afternoon, with Deutsche Bank Addison’s good fake news that prompted a wave of escape in the market, Song Ya felt that his persistence was indeed a bit conservative, resulting in the Avengers not earning enough, so there was Concession, "If Vivendi Global drops to ten points again, we will also begin to exit before suspending trading for fifteen minutes."

"After that, fifteen minutes will not change much." Julian Robertson said: "I judge that the French will not be able to organize any effective resistance tomorrow."

"I'm afraid they will suspend trading on the pretext of abnormal stock price fluctuations." Song Ya said.

"They also have to take into account the pressure of public opinion."

Today, after Vivendi Global’s limit fell, Yingmi Media began to call on the French government to maintain financial freedom. The credibility of the capital market is so powerful.

"Okay." Song Ya agreed.

"By the way, you are going to Paris tomorrow? APLUS, don't blame me for not reminding you, Vivendi Global and the French are afraid to hate you now. Is it necessary to take the risk personally?" Julian Robertson asked again.

"Well, tomorrow I will sign a contract in Paris to sell the wine business and clothing business under the banner, as well as the announcement of Blade Warrior 2. The schedule has been set."

Song Ya's original intention was to estimate that tomorrow's struggle would reach the fiercest moment. He happened to get a huge amount of cash and went to Paris to fight the battle. He didn't expect the French to lose so fast...

"I like discipline and follow a determined plan, Julian." He said metaphorically.

"Haha, you won my respect, Mr. Black Pharaoh."

Julian Robertson complimented, but did not answer.

"Are you really going to Paris tomorrow?" Sloan asked worriedly after listening to the two of them talking.

"What do you think?" Song Ya asked rhetorically.

Sloan shrugged, "Safety comes first. Don't you be afraid of being shot again? Or something wrong with the plane..."

"Didn't Edison of Deutsche Bank jumped up and down today, didn't he just come out to take credit? He attracted more hatred than me." Song Ya said.

"But not long after it was reported that Lyle Cohen was running away, Lyle Cohen himself appeared outside the New York State Attorney's Office building to refute the rumors, and at the same time took the initiative to come to the case." Sloan shook his head: "Anyone with a bright eye will guess that we are playing in this matter. character of."

"Hehe."

Song Ya grinned. It's a pity that it's still too late. I spread the rumors and broke my legs. Even if Lyle Cohen's speed is fast, he can't save his confidence in the Paris stock market...

"I just deceived Julian Robertson. From tonight, I don't intend to disclose all my real thoughts to him..." Song Ya said, "I'm afraid he will run ahead of me tomorrow. You also said his tiger fund On Wall Street, he has begun to accept capital injections again, which means that he has regained a large amount of funds that he can control on his own."

"I don't know. Are you afraid that he is going to run over there first, causing our money to be covered?" Sloan reacted quickly.

"Yes, he knows that I don't want to play anymore, so the basis for cooperation is almost gone."

Song Ya nodded.

"Yeah." Sloan took out a hundred euros with appreciation.

"Keep the account, slowly deduct the money you owe me." Song Ya generously pushed the bill back.

"One yard owned by a yard!"

She sharpened her throat as if she had been insulted, and forcibly stuffed the money into the man's pocket, "Also, during the day...I only agreed with Halle...not to be an example only when you were so stressed!"

"Okay, okay." Song Ya replied with a smile on her chin with her index finger.

"You show me the rules!"

"OK, OK..."

"Harry's mouth is firm enough, isn't it?"

"What do you think? You two are so close during the day..."

"Don't mention it again!"

On June 23, 2000, in Montreal, Canada, "Father!" Little Bronfman stayed up all night, but insisted on waiting for the butler to notify him before entering his father's room.

He felt guilty when he saw his old man sitting in a wheelchair with silver hair and wrinkled face covering his knees with a thin blanket. It has only been a few years, and his father has been worrying so much about his old age. He rushed past pitifully and threw himself in front of his father, "I'm sorry..."

"I'm back, little Edgar, just be back."

Old Bronfman stroked his son's head affectionately, "Did you sleep last night?" He smiled and asked the other side's scum.

"Where I slept..." Little Bronfman said.

"Ok."

The old Bronfman deliberately left his son in the air for a period of time. He looked at the stock machine, and the Paris Exchange had already opened again.

There is no longer a long-short battle today, and Vivendi Global is falling almost at a constant speed.

Fifty-eight, fifty-seven, fifty-six...The stock price heads towards the fifty mark.

Today, the French government did nothing, and under the pressure of the US prosecutors to start investigations, it also stated that it would soon enter the investigation process against Vivendi’s false accounts. In addition, they also claimed to fight against illegal speculation, but such remarks are no different from farting.

While chatting with his father and watching the game, the little Bronfman became less and less daring to watch, "I hit Sam in Paris." He knew that his cousin would definitely file a complaint when he came back from the bodyguard, so he found someone. Opportunity proactively confessed, "He did it first."

"I know."

Sure enough, the old man was not angry, "He came to make trouble, it's okay, I know you are under a lot of pressure."

"Yes, I am going crazy, our family..."

"Stop talking, is it about ten points down?" The old man pointed to the stock machine.

fifty-four…

"Yes, a little more than fifty-three will enter the 15-minute suspension period." Little Bronfman replied.

"Ok."

Soon, the father and son saw that Vivendi Global’s trading ceased and entered a temporary suspension.

"YES! YES!"

In the Avengers’ trading room, papers flew around. Everyone took the opportunity to celebrate. After nearly four days of intense work, the computer screen was stuffed with pizza boxes, instant noodle buckets, paper towels and other sundries. The smell was unpleasant and dirty. Incomparable.

Song Zecheng folded his arms around his chest and looked around calmly, blinking his small eyes behind the lenses.

"Song! Listen!" the muffler suddenly exclaimed.

"Huh? Quiet! It's all quiet!" Song Zecheng seemed to have heard some other sounds, and quickly squeezed down the carnival traders.

Bill Huang and others stopped immediately.

"Wow, wow..." is the sound of a French police car honking.

Everyone rushed to the window immediately, and with their hands and feet, they opened the tight blinds.

Sure enough, there were a few police cars parked on the side of the street. The French police officers got out of the car and surrounded a police officer, and then they were led to rush towards the small building next door.

"Huh..." Bill sighed in relief.

Song Zecheng pondered for a while, "Everyone leave their seats! Lean against the wall! Stand against the wall!" He ordered, "You! Take over Bill's job!"

"What? What?!" Bill Huang saw the old black eyeglasses who had been watching behind him sitting in his seat these days, and began to operate neatly.

Song Zecheng glared at him, "You have violated the agreement! I will report to the boss!" After a confrontation on his mouth, he took the other traders and stood against the wall, obediently afraid to speak.

"For emergencies, I have the right to deal with it urgently." Song Zecheng looked at the clock, "Muffler!"

The silencer began to turn off the computer one by one, unplug the power cord, and bring the old blacks to quickly disassemble the case, take out the hard disk, and pour water directly into it.

An unpleasant burnt smell began to fill the room, and fifteen minutes soon arrived. The glasses old black used Bill Huang’s computer to continue the transaction, "Finish!" A few minutes later, he shouted and raised his hands upright. .

"OMG!"

Bill Huang saw the tall big sun line on the only remaining screen, and knew that the APLUS camp had bought all the stocks to redeem the short order...

"Okay?" Song Zecheng's cell phone kept ringing. He glanced around, and he recognized Julian Robertson's number and stuffed it into his arms without answering.

Bill Huang didn't dare to ask if it was the boss. He had agreed to contact him again during the suspension of trading.

"Okay!" Old Black glasses replied.

"Go! Go! Leave here, someone will take you out of France!" Song Zecheng slapped the trader out of the room, turned off the last computer, and took out the hard drive to the outside network security team.

IT guys are using professional tools to disassemble the hard drives one by one, pry out smooth platters, physically destroy the silencer with a hammer, and then mess them up and pack them into trash bags.

"Well, I'll report it, then goodbye."

When Bill Wong left, he suddenly felt a little disappointed. He looked back at the room where he had been fighting for a long time for the last time. There, he and his partners had done the next big thing, knocking down the company with a market value of 100 billion yuan from the altar.

"There will be some time later, let's go, go through the back door." Song Zecheng shook hands with him, then motioned to the bodyguards to ‘escort’ the group out until they got into the car and disappeared into the bustling traffic of Paris.

"Let's go too, Go! Go! Go!"

He and the muffler group drove to the outskirts of the city, and separated the garbage bags with broken discs to dispose of them.

"Eh!?"

Vivendi Global's stock price rebounded quite a bit after it reopened. The little Bronfman jumped up from his father's side.

Messier chose this opportunity to fight back? His wishful thinking was excluded from the decision-making level, but he was soon disappointed. It is estimated that there are big players who left the market with a profit. After this wave of rebound, the stock price lost support again, and this time it went straight to the limit of 18.75. The thread fell.

"M-FXXK! It's only morning! Messier's trash!"

Before the lower limit, a large amount of money ran away, but Vivendi Global finally ended up with a price limit of 48 euros. He became angry and kicked his chair furiously.

"Calm down, little Edgar," the old father persuaded.

"I'm calm now!" He habitually replied, and immediately reacted, "Father! We have to find a way!"

"I want to find a way, and I want you to come back to find a way." The old man replied.

"Seriously, the market is very irrational. Even if Vivendi conceals a debt of 10 billion euros from us, it should not be worth only 48 billion euros. No, even if you add 10 billion euros? Their fundamentals are not that bad, and I have a better understanding of the situation at Seagram Universal."

The little Bronfman said, the more he felt there was a chance. He became excited and walked around in front of his father, "Isn't this a good opportunity to seal down the bottom? Let's invest some more money, protect the market, and promote the family by the way." The shareholding ratio of Vivendi Global Group will be next Monday... Yes! Next Monday will definitely rebound! We will make a wave of ourselves! Then we will drive Messir out of the board of directors. The timing is right now, and too many shareholders are dissatisfied with him. !"

"It seems that the idea...is good." The old man thought for a while and wanted to answer.

"Right? Father, how much more can we raise?"

He got even more affirmative, "Hey? Are all the Picasso, Monet, and Van Gogh paintings in the house?"

"In..." Old Bronfman recalled, UU reading www. uukanshu.com "In the vault."

"Let me see? Those oil paintings are in good market now! Especially Monet's set of water lilies!" Of course he knew where the safe was at home. "The password hasn't been changed?"

"No, the key!"

"Oh!" He turned around and took the key given by his father, and rushed forward happily, and skillfully opened a hidden secret door first, then smoothly lost the password, and cooperated with the key to open the art vault like a bank vault.

'boom! ’

As soon as the other person's shadow disappeared at the door, the old Bronfman closed the door from the outside. The old man who was still standing firmly out of the wheelchair pressed a few times on the code lock, then rolled his eyes, took the key down and gave it to one of you. Faithful, "I'm going out for a while, don't starve him."

Thanks to book friend Cao Ya for the leader who once again rewarded!

thank you very much!

(End of this chapter)