Chicago 1990

"Look, Halle Berry... I really don't put my APLUS girlfriend in my eyes. She lives on the same plane, and now it's in the crowd... I think she is about to squirt water."

The photographer saw Hallie vomiting with Song Ya's face surging in spring, walking soft like noodles.

The colleague reporter didn't reply, but kept his head down and struggled with the entertainment reporters to help him squeeze out a good seat.

"AleAleAle!"

The French can't forget the summer of winning the championship in 1998. The fans who came to pick up the plane sang the cup of life in unison.

Song Ya was very acquainted and immediately fulfilled their wishes, raising one arm high, waving to the rhythm and twisting buttocks in a big way.

"APLUS! APLUS! Ah! Ah!" The fans screamed and cheered.

"APLUS, come to France this time..." The reporters put the microphone to his mouth while he was signing the autograph for the fans.

"I love Paris. I will never forget to be here with you in 1998 to witness the French national team lifting the Hercules Cup..."

"Yes, it's been a long time since the first movie of Blade Warrior, this sequel..."

"I had a great time working with Halle and Zach. We have been friends for many years."

Song Ya was calmly answering the reporter's question, and suddenly there was a loud roar in his ear, "APLUS!"

The financial journalist caught his attention and immediately asked loudly: "It is rumored that you participated in the financial sniper war that caused Vivendi Global to plunge. Can you talk about it in detail?"

This question was too jumpy, and it didn't fit into the atmosphere of the scene. Entertainment reporters and fans all looked at it with puzzlement.

He has an accent in English, Song Ya immediately used this point to pretend that he didn't understand, "Yes, just tonight, welcome to my premiere tonight." Continue to answer other people's questions.

"Your behavior is suspected of illegal speculation! You manipulated your media to create negative news against Vivendi Global, fake news!"

The reporter did not ask questions at all, and directly shouted out the accusations. The financial media who came to the scene was not the only one who came to the scene. Someone soon agreed, "APLUS! What do you want to say about ordinary French investors who suffered huge losses in the Paris stock market this week? !?"

The entertainment reporters and paparazzi realized that there were many more financial colleagues who usually use their nostrils to see people at the scene, and their faces were extremely ugly, and they had lost their attitude to the interview etiquette, so they all laughed and shifted the camera and took pictures.

"Is it signed here?" Song Ya just frowned handsomely, then turned a deaf ear, and continued to sign for fans kindly.

"Vampire capitalist! Tear off the disguise of your star mask!" The financial reporter shouted again.

At this time, a white middle-aged man wearing a long coat on a hot day suddenly bent over and picked up something dark and raised his hand.

The silencer, which had been trained by old Mike for many years, responded quickly. A stride rushed forward and grabbed the man’s wrist. There was a chaos in the audience. Song Ya and Halle were surrounded by old Mike and other bodyguards and airport guards to protect them. He walked away quickly.

It was a shoe that could not be thrown. The white man who was subdued by the silencer was quickly taken away by the airport guard.

"What are you crazy!?"

"Ashamed of the country!"

"Why treat APLUS like this!?" The fans were unhappy, and questioned the group of financial reporters.

"A group of fools! I know the fan star, I don't know what that guy did to us!" In just one week, at least hundreds of billions of euros of wealth in the Paris stock market evaporated, and financial reporters packed their equipment in an embarrassed manner amid accusations. Go after the arrested middle-aged man.

"The Paris police said that you may be in danger again. They need to re-check the hotel we are staying in to ensure safety." The convoy drove onto the main road. Old Mike answered the phone and reported.

"Ordinary people should not be very clear about your role in this matter. The situation is a bit weird. It is better not to stay in the originally planned hotel." Sloan in the passenger seat reminded, "We will not stay in Lao Pi this evening. Go to Nou's house? He invited you. I believe the French government will not be able to monitor the boss of the PPR Group."

"Ha ha."

The egg-throwing incident should be the same as Song Zecheng's previous false police report. It is just an excuse to facilitate follow-up actions. Maybe the hotel has an eavesdropping device installed? Are the French really anxious?

"Don't be so troublesome, just speak carefully."

But don’t be afraid to come here. Song Ya’s self-confidence has reached the peak of the past ten years, and it’s not the kind of floating before. He easily blocked Hallie, who couldn’t wait to bury her head, and smiled indifferently. Said: "You can proceed as you plan it, after all, I like discipline, don't I?"

Sloan also smiled appreciatively, and turned his head to look at Hallie who was rubbing against the man like a puddle of mud, "Today's local newspaper."

"Ok."

Song Ya reached out and took it. The headlines of the French media’s front page were Vivendi Global’s plunge this week. The close-up photos of CEO Messier and Deutsche Bank’s Edison took up nearly half of the page. Messier looked tired. , Rubbing his eyebrows with his hands, accurately grasped the essence of the situation of the Vivendi Global Group, which is currently swaying by the storm. Edison was a photo taken by him at a seminar in the City of London before. His index finger was firm. Pointing to the front, his face is hideous.

Then you can guess the content of the French text that you don’t understand.

Song Ya flipped through the inside pages of the newspaper, but didn't find anything about herself, so she put it aside.

He calmly moved his gaze out of the window, observing the streets of Paris, the stock market situation, the stock price of those multinational companies and banks have little impact on the normal life of the people, and there is no big change from the landscape when he came last time.

Occasionally I can see myself and Halle’s Blade Warrior 2 promotional posters along the road. The French should not have a cold feeling about the blood plasma action movie of the American superhero killing the vampire, and I can’t find the advertising posters taken by Coca-Cola on the streets of Paris.

‘I’m here, I see, I conquer...’ Suddenly the famous saying of Caesar came to his mind.

‘A man was arrested at the airport on suspicion of losing shoes to APLUS. He later told reporters that this was in retaliation for his stock investment failure. He accused APLUS of illegally shorting Vivendi Global. ’

The middle-aged man yelled to the camera when he was taken into the police car, "He is a vampire! He is a vampire!"

"Hahaha!"

At the Hilton Hotel, which was inspected by the French police, A+ Liquor and French Tricolor Vodka jointly rented the grand banquet hall here. Before waiting for the arrival of the Black Pharaoh, they worked with other executives of Song Ya Passing the time with the news, everyone laughed at this scene on the TV.

Of course, the passive smiles of all the Frenchmen present were surprised and a little bitter.

"Really?" The two tricolor vodka founders and French brewmaster Francis Stibault, who were still immersed in the joy of swallowing the larger A+ wine industry, looked at each other.

"Vivendi Global...A+ Winery's Grey Goose vodka distribution channel is still in the hands of Vivendi Global's Seagram Wine Industry, right?" a founder asked.

"Any question? Regarding our cooperation."

Song Ya's voice sounded from behind.

When they turned their heads, they saw the black pharaoh himself who smiled like a breeze, handsome, calm, and relaxed... in short, he was a real tycoon.

"Hello, hello, Mr. Bolt, I admire you very much." Song Ya shook hands with everyone present. Since he appeared, he has received the attention of the audience. All social rhythms are maintained by one person. Up.

Behind him, the two big beauties, black and white, were dimmed, unable to attract everyone's attention.

"Boss!" The agent Hayden who had never seen him saw him approaching excitedly, lowering his business and asked: "What the French media said... Did you do it?"

"Don't talk about it."

Hayden had participated in almost all the preliminary preparations, but he was not clear about the outcome of the battle. Song Ya gave him a wink when shaking hands. I believe Hayden, who has been with him for so many years, can understand it in seconds.

"Will the Seagram Wine Industry do something against Grey Goose Vodka...?"

It's a business matter. The two founders of Tricolor Vodka were very clear-headed and immediately asked the questions they most concerned about. There is no groundwork for this kind of thing, and the black pharaoh must have participated in the Vivendi Global plunge event, even if he himself does not admit it.

"There may be some risks, you think about it yourself, after all, the merger contract has not been signed yet, right?"

Song Ya replied generously: "Hi, Risser." Then he shook hands with A+ Wines President Risser, A+ Apparel President Scott, and the two founders of Aeropostale. "Meeting for the first time?"

"Yes, we are very honored."

Aeropostale is a US company established in 1987. The two founders were in their 30s and 40s and both stared at him with interest, "You are the legendary Mr. APLUS of the US dream."

"Absurd."

The scale of Aeropostale is much larger than that of A+ Apparel. The two parties have agreed on the merger. Song Ya came to Paris this time mainly to sign a contract with them.

And the high-end tricolor vodka is not dominant in the volume-based A+ wine industry according to the company's valuation. M&A is a bit small, unlike Aeropostale which can come up with large sums of cash.

The attitudes of the executives of the two companies are naturally very different. The two founders and owners of Tricolor Vodka are much more cautious, and soon came over with apologetics that they need to think again.

"They seem to need your help to fight against a malicious acquisition by Bacardi?" asked one of the founders of Aeropostale.

"Forget it, I am not very clear about their true intentions." Song Ya replied.

Both companies are cutting-edge in the industry, with strong management capabilities, especially the ability to create momentum. This is a very key advantage in the clothing and wine industries. Therefore, two senior managers, Riese and Scout, were selected and they were selected. The two companies cooperate.

'APLUS today signed a contract with Aeropostale of the United States to sell its A+ apparel company to Aeropostale for $240 million in cash. At the same time, Aeropostale will reserve an independent brand line designed by APLUS itself, and the two parties will share the independence according to the agreed ratio. Brand revenue. ’

Soon, the invited reporters released this newsletter. As A+ Apparel also has small shareholders such as ex-wife, Hayden, Song Asheng, Wal-Mart, etc., it also has complicated cross-shareholdings with A+ Liquor, except for those who were present in person. Hayden, Riiser, and other parties also sent representatives to attend the signing ceremony.

"How is Rega's performance recently?"

After being bombarded by the flashlights of the reporters again, and after showing the documents just signed with Aeropostale, Song Ya got up and asked the lawyer Li Phillips who came to represent his ex-wife.

"Very good." Lee Phillips replied with a smile.

"Yeah." Song Ya was relieved, and shook hands with the others one by one.

Lee Phillips looked at his tall back in sorrow. It is hard to imagine that nearly ten years ago, this guy was just a silly little singer who walked into the office of Motortula under his gaze. He went humblely to Dream Manor. The scene when I begged to see the MJ I was still acting as an agent seemed to be still in front of my eyes...

Later, when he was shot into a coma, he represented his ex-wife in a custody lawsuit. The personal assets revealed in the court are already shocking. Now, not only has he been extremely close to the world’s top 100 richest people, but also in France. Rumor has it that he and Tiger Fund, Lehman Brothers, and Deutsche Bank have successfully shorted the multinational giant Vivendi Global?

The rapid changes in this world made Lee Phillips completely incomprehensible, and he could only stare at his back in regret.

"What if I hadn't been so arrogant in the first place, and used the influence on Motula and MJ to help him?" He couldn't help thinking, but how could there be regrets in this world?

And Sandy Glen...but they might be swept out by his ex-wife Mariah Carey, whose career hasn't been going well recently.

"Happy cooperation."

The two founders of Aeropostale were also very excited. They shook hands with Song Ya again with ruddy faces. Although A+ Apparel itself has been profitable for many years, it may still not be worth 240 million, but winning this company is equivalent to taking a shortcut and getting a complete one. China’s supply chain and time are too important for Aeropostale, which is rapidly expanding, and multinational giants such as GAP.

Just the supply chain, the garment factory and plant land jointly invested by Song Ya and Huaguo are not included in this transaction.

"Happy cooperation."

Song Ya and Scott hugged. Although this guy's ability and loyalty can't satisfy him, he still feels a little reluctant to separate, "Take care, Scott."

"Take care, boss."

Scout slapped him on the back and choked. This time he can get a generous commission and cash in the bonus options he has accumulated over the years. There is nothing to be dissatisfied with, although according to the two founders of Aeropostale, the two founders are determined to forge ahead. With a strong management style that is hands-on, his position as president of A+ apparel should not be able to keep in the future...

But... forget it, it's time to retire and enjoy life, Scout thought.

He then laughed to himself. The solicitation that APLUS promised back then was better than that of his old club, Sears Department Store, which was not as good as staying for a day.

At this time, he could only thank APLUS in his heart.

"Mr. APLUS! Now I can talk about you in Vivendi Global this week..."

The French local reporters at the scene began to exchange loudly again.

Song Ya waved his arm and made an impatient gesture, and left the signing press conference surrounded by a group of people laughing.

What is the use? Crawl under my feet obediently! French.

"The acquisition of $2.4 billion in cash means that APLUS's A+ copyright and asset management company can allocate more than one billion in cash? A+ copyright and asset management company is wholly owned by him, right?"

When the black pharaoh moved, from New York to London, from Washington to Paris, the relevant parties immediately quickly studied and judged the transaction. Deutsche Bank’s global financial department boss Edison took off his glasses depressed, "That is to say, the kid wants to increase the size next week. What? Does he really think that the money is made by his ability? The advantage is endless?"

"Keep communicating with APLUS. During this time, all our principals and profits are in the control of South Bank Bank, and South Bank Bank is APLUS's own. It is hard to guarantee that they don't want to secretly kill a carbine."

The boss of the Tiger Fund, Julian Robertson, ordered his men nervously.

"I know."

U.S. Congressman Underwood lay halfway in the chair, holding the back of his head with his hands, and resting his feet comfortably on the tabletop.

"Forget it, let's go in the evening."

Vivendi Global CEO Messier took off his glasses and said to his guests.

That night, the two newly merged clothing companies held a grand celebration dinner in the fashion capital. Although the styles of the two products were not enough in front of the big French brands, they received a grand courtesy this time. LVMH and PPR Group went up to the boss. , From the top managers, designers, top models, etc. to the scene.

"Wow, it's surprising, I thought the French would be ridiculing our merger and acquisition. They have always treated us like this..."

The two American founders of Aeropostale, holding champagne glasses, said suspiciously at the fashionable European VIPs.

"They are staring at my wallet." Song Yachong blinked his eyes and smiled: "Let's miss it."

He saw the little plum.

Huh? Why did he run his own dinner party? Regardless, now I am in a good mood and decided to amuse this American fellow.

'Snapped! ’

Before getting close, there was a clear applause. Supermodel Gisele Bundchen suddenly appeared and slapped Xiao Lizi hard.

Little Lizi covered her face aggrievedly under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes in the crowd.

The female companion next to him is a blonde firewood girl who is not good enough for his girlfriend Gisele Bundchen, "Hey! Go away! Stay away from Leo! He doesn't love you anymore!" Firewood girl defended the little plum on the spot. , Gave Gisele Bundchen a hard push.

Gisele Bundchen didn't seem to dare to tear her apart, turning his eyes and running away in tears.

Chai Huo Niu immediately resembled a victorious peacock, wiggling her body on the spot, and sneered triumphantly at Gisele Bundchen's back.

After watching a good show, Song Ya walked over happily, "Nothing to watch, it's all gone."

When the black Pharaoh spoke, the crowd around watching the excitement immediately dispersed, why should he go.

"Why is he here!?"

He never expected Xiao Lizi to see that he was excited. Not only did he ignore him, he asked the Chai Huo girl around him unceremoniously.

"I don't know, I only know that there is a dinner here today, and everyone will come."

Chai Huo Niu had no feeling for the black pharaoh who was whispering in Paris, and answered Xiao Lizi, "If you are not happy, let's go." But she was still polite, "Hello, APLUS."

"Hello there."

Unexpectedly and generously, Song Ya took advantage of the handshake and looked at her. Judging from the luxurious dressing, this girl should not be a member of the model circle. The top model is also painful to buy this one, and models generally do not do this kind of US Dressed up as a celebrity, is it another identity tag outside the hunting scope of a little plum?

"Paris, Paris Hilton." Chai Huo Niu introduced herself.

"Oh!"

Song Ya reacted, this girl should be from the Hilton family, and this hotel belongs to his family...

It’s getting close to the rich little wife. Little Lizi hehe, he maliciously guessed, "Hello, your father is..."

"Richard," the girl replied.

Wow, isn't that the great-granddaughter of Conrad Hilton, the founder of the Hilton Group? The core member of the old money family in the United States, a real lady, Song Ya smiled hippiely and hugged Xiaoli's shoulders, "Are you dating?"

"leave me alone!"

Sure enough, Xiao Lizi suddenly broke out like a frightened rabbit, out of anger, he roared: "Are you still bankrupt APLUS? Lost 4 billion ah? Have the whole world run around to sell your bad movie?"

Song Ya's outstretched hand was left in the air. Everyone at the dinner party once again paid attention to this side, and many people in the distance stretched their heads to look here.

Hee hee, he is still so ignorant. Song Ya is in a good state of mind. He doesn't care about the offense of Xiao Li, who seems to be completely ignorant of recent events in Paris. "I am a member of the 20 million club." There is also a small heart. A small excitement for the other party whose career has been sluggish since the fiasco of the beach.

"Bah! It's not too shameful to pay yourself a 20 million club!" Xiao Lizi shouted with a stubborn neck.

"Puff..."

Celebrity Paris Hilton was also amused by these words and laughed on the spot.

Xiao Li Zi also stroked the partial blond hair, triumphantly.

Although she put on heavy makeup, the girl looks young after all, maybe she's less than twenty years old? It’s ignorant, Song Yanunu speaks, not angry, let alone embarrassed. According to his sufficient face slap experience, someone should now come to help and don’t have to do it himself.

"Leo! Paris!"

Sure enough, the little Pino of PPR Group walked out with a gloomy face, and was about to reprimand the little couple...

"Mr. Messier!" Suddenly, someone outside exclaimed.

Song Ya, Pinot Noir and the others looked at them, just like Moses separated the Red Sea, and the crowd of onlookers automatically separated a way. It was indeed Messier, the CEO of Vivendi Global, who ran to his own dinner during his busy schedule...

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On the other side, LVMH boss Arnault, who was surrounded by the crowd, was also very surprised and stared at this side intently.

Although described as a sinner by the local media, Messier is very French. He walked all the way to greet and shake hands with acquaintances.

Song Ya stood there quietly, standing straight and waiting while holding a glass of wine, while his heart turned sharply, come to Liwei? Sum up? negotiation? An ultimatum? A little unprepared!

He turned his head to look for Sloan's figure. It was great. Sloan, who was wearing a white evening dress, was also approaching him, and he was relieved immediately.

Little plum and Paris Hilton looked left and right blankly.

"APLUS, meeting for the first time?"

Messier walked up to the three of them, did not stretch out his hand, but turned sideways to give way, "Slow down, Mr. Bronfman."

When Song Ya saw the old Bronfman with a cane behind him, she was finally moved.