Chicago 1990

Hearing Messier's name was heard by others, Xiao Lizi felt familiar, but for a while he couldn't correspond to what the other party was doing. Although his film career was not going well during this period, his advertising and various fashion invitations could be picked up. , There is no shortage of big money to make money, mostly in the advertising and fashion circles of New York and Paris, playing crazy, so I don’t pay much attention to the news.

Just looking at the style and the reactions of the people at the dinner after the arrival, Messier should be a big local French man.

APLUS’s mean and disgusting smile suddenly disappeared, the aura seemed to rise instantly, and the whole person became as sharp as an unsheathed blade. The corners of his mouth stared at Messier with a smile, and his eyes revealed a deep surprise. And alert.

"Slow down, Mr. Bronfman."

But when Messier turned sideways and everyone saw the old Bronfman with a cane behind him, APLUS's lips opened slightly, seemingly surprised. He then behaved more friendly and smiled at the old Bronfman. Nodded, his eyes...

Xiao Lizi keenly felt that there was a little more faintly different in APLUS's eyes... sympathy and pity?

Who does he sympathize with?

Little Lizi followed his gaze again to confirm, Old Bronfman? The old Bronfman Xiaoli knows naturally, the father of the big boss of the world. APLUS is also equipped?

Little plum is messy.

"Shall we find a place to chat?"

In a daze, Messier had already approached and reached out to APLUS.

"Uh..." Shaking hands, APLUS hesitated to this request, "Hello, Mr. Bronfman." After dealing with Messier, he took the initiative to shake hands with the old Bronfman.

"Don't... Maybe they want..."

Litman Media CEO Ms. Sloan also knows Xiao Lizi. I don't know when she appeared behind APLUS. She can hear her whispering whispers at close range, as if she is persuading APLUS not to meet with each other in private?

Believe Messier can hear it too, this woman is really rude.

But real people look more beautiful than in the news? The figure and cheeks are all good...Unfortunately he is a little older, in his early thirties?

Xiao Lizi's attention was immediately diverted by Sloan, who walked out from behind APLUS to socialize, and looked up and down vaguely.

"Is Ms. Sloan on stage A right?" Messier smiled again and stretched out his hand to Ms. Sloan, both times he took the initiative.

"That's right, I am not responsible for the specific management of the TV station." Ms. Sloan replied.

The audience was quiet enough to hear the needle drop. All the distinguished guests were listening to the conversation among the four. Xiao Li looked around. The scene now resembles an old European oil painting, and the focus and focus of the oil painting is undoubtedly on APLUS alone.

Hasn't this **** just lost four billion? Why are you so polite?

He doesn't understand, but it was Pino Pino who reprimanded himself and Paris Hilton just now. He has had several dealings with him. He is a figure in the French fashion circle. At this stage, part of his income comes from PPR Group. Its fashion brand.

He looked at Pino. The other party had no thoughts about himself and Paris Hilton. Like everyone else, his attention was focused on APLUS and other four people, or they were all waiting to see how APLUS would respond.

"it does not matter."

APLUS hesitated for a while, turned his head and said to Sloan next to him, and then smiled and invited Messier and the old Bronfman: "Okay." He agreed and naturally reached out to help the old Bronfman.

He still respects and sympathizes with this rich second-generation old man who is still running around and rubbing his **** on Little Bronfman. After all, he is a fierce man who once smashed DuPont! Although he did not give any feedback to the special envoy he sent to file a complaint, he did not hold back the rich three-generation baby son who lost hundreds of millions in market value to Litman Media and American Music Website.

But the old man came to the door in person today, and in the eyes of the discerning people who knew that he and the little Bronfman were guilty, he would definitely be understood as an act of subjugation. This hurts the face of the veteran tycoon very much.

"No, thank you." But the old Bronfman rejected his kindness, completely ignoring the complicated eyes of the people around him.

"Then please follow me."

APLUS smiled apologetically to the onlookers and turned to lead the way.

The backs of the four quickly disappeared in the banquet hall.

With a ‘hum’, everyone began to whisper to each other, Pino no longer cared about himself and Paris, and his figure quickly disappeared from the crowd.

"Short...Bankrupt...Bet." Xiao Lizi heard these words appearing frequently, and some people said, "It looks like APLUS won..." and so on.

Bet on bankruptcy?

The bet between APLUS and the big global boss Little Bronfman about who goes bankrupt first, this Hollywood gossip little plum of course knows, doesn’t it...

impossible? No way? He prayed that this was not true.

"Haha! Leo..."

At this time, another annoying voice rang in his ears. It came from a male model who had failed to compete with him for brand endorsement. The other party deliberately approached and said loudly, "Why? I have an awkward relationship with Mr. APLUS? Because he has been there recently. Stand up Li Peisi?"

He frowned, not wanting to quarrel with such a small coffee in the public, and lose his identity.

He woke up again that it seemed a bit wrong to yell at APLUS publicly just now, so he planned to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

"Yes, Li Peisi, Mr. APLUS gave him five plays in one go! Dance 3, 4, 5, and 6 of my life, plus I love Hawaii! Li Peisi seems to be only eighteen or nine years old!"

The male model, like a few treasures, shouted behind him again: "It looks like Leo has fallen out of favor!"

Little Plum, who had fled with Paris Hilton's little hand, couldn't bear it anymore. He took a deep breath and stood still, and was about to turn around and use his words to strike at the opponent.

"what are you saying!?"

Very good. Someone slapped himself in time. Hayden, the agent of APLUS, appeared and grabbed the neckline of the long-tongued male model aggressively, "Think of it before speaking next time! Get out! You are not welcome here!"

The male model was staggered by the big fat Hayden. He dared not say a word, and was sullied out of the banquet hall by the APLUS bodyguard.

Xiaoli smiled gratefully and raised his hand to thank Hayden.

"It's okay, a little misunderstanding. APLUS and Leo have a good relationship. They were just joking. They are the same age and have known each other a long time ago."

He didn't expect Hayden to come over and put his arms around his shoulders and explain in a loud voice, "Let's go, let's go."

The crowd onlookers laughed clearly, and then dissipated.

Little Lizi had nothing to say, and felt extremely humiliated. He regretted coming here too much. He just wanted to escape as soon as possible.

peer…

Speaking of APLUS and his own age, he is no longer at the same level...

Yes, I am almost twenty-six years old like APLUS, and Li Peisi is only eighteen or ninety...

Five plays?

Thinking of these points, he felt more in his heart, sucking his nose and holding back his tears, bowing his head down like a **** that was defeated in a fight.

"It's been a long time since I saw Pino and Arnault appear on the same occasion."

On the other side, Song Ya and Sloan took the two tycoons Messier and the old Bronfman into a quiet room. Messier did not make any cliche greetings and started with these words.

The battle for Gucci between LVMH and PPR is still going on. Both sides tried their best but were unable to succeed. It was a matter of life and death for the company. The relationship between the two sides in the stalemate in the French Civil War was naturally extremely bad.

"Oh? I'm not sure."

Song Ya didn't answer other people's frivolous remarks like "they are staring at my wallet" and pretended to be a fool.

"Pino and his sons are now on the defensive. Arnault has a lot of Gucci stock in his hands, and the litigation is also dominant. The Pino and his sons want to drive him out, and they should not be able to buy Gucci without paying a big price." Messier said: "It is not easy for the PPR Group of Pino and Sons to collect this cash at this stage."

This is a good sign, "I feel so." Song Ya recognized the other party's analysis.

"Please sit down, Mr. Bronfman."

When the three tycoons gathered together, Sloan turned into a girl and introduced the old Bronfman into the seat, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Inner one." Old Bronfman narrowed his muddy eyes and pointed to Martell in the wine cabinet. "Thank you."

"Mr. Messier?" Sloan asked.

"It's the same."

Messier continued: "So now Pino and his son want to win your support, and Arnault only needs bad things. Is my judgment correct?"

"I'm just a humble menswear line spokesperson." Song Ya always had wine and champagne in his hand, and observed that Sloan had handed the glass to the old Bronfman and Messier, so he toasted.

"Celebrate our first meeting."

He was thinking about the words, and Messier had finished saying, "Edgar, how do you feel about seeing APLUS with your own eyes? A very good young man, right?" He held a glass of wine to the old Bronfman and asked at the same time. Tao.

"very talented."

The old Bronfman didn't talk much from the beginning. Although he has shown a much older fatigue than when he appeared at the beginning of the year when he signed the merger with Vivendi, the tycoon is still full of temperament. Any feelings of difficult circumstances.

Song Ya and Messier talked a few words about the French civil war between LVMH and PPR. The old Bronfman focused on tasting Martell, which had been in control of the Sigram wine industry for 80 years, and did not participate.

"What do you think?"

Outside, the chairman of the LVMH group, Arnault, was hugged and left. Old Pino looked viciously at the back of the opponent who wanted to skin and dismantle, and asked his future successor.

"APLUS is coming to Paris at this time... It must have been pre-planned in hindsight, and the clothing and wine business cannot be rushed. He is going to visit the scene in person today, the fourth trading day after Vivendi Universal's resumption of the market. , Command the battle! He definitely participated in the short-selling of various institutions, but it is impossible to foresee that it will go so smoothly when making plans... After all, the black pharaoh is not a god.

Pino answered.

"Then Messier and Old Bronfman come to find him in person, what do you want?" Old Pino continued to compare.

"Keep your head down? Ask APLUS to stop? APLUS sold the apparel business today for 240 million. With the funds that can be transferred from the rice stocks, the ammunition is sufficient, and if we continue to hit the market next week... Vivendi Global can't stand it."

Little Pino replied: "Remember his bet with Little Bronfman? This time he wants Bronfman to die with Vivendi Universal!"

"Or the opposite!"

Old Pino pointed out that Vivendi Global is actually the unlucky party following the young Bronfman. "It's unbelievable. A company with a market value of 100 billion yuan. If APLUS has been selling short positions this week, he should have harvested a huge amount of long orders. ."

"But I have accumulated too many empty orders. I always think that the fundamentals of Vivendi Global are still okay. The war is far from over. APLUS is as proud and majestic as a conqueror today, but it is difficult to say that it will win to the end. He is likely to die from an underestimated enemy under a huge advantage, or a backstab from an ally..."

Little Pino said: "We are saving him by persuading him to leave the market to fund the wholly-owned acquisition of Gucci. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to understand how beneficial this win-win transaction is to him."

"Vivendi Global has shrunk to 48 billion euros a week. Few people can maintain a sense of peace under such a brilliant victory..."

Old Pino nodded appreciatively, "However, the fundamentals of Vivendi Global you mentioned just now should not help solve the current crisis. Their current market value is already very dangerous."

"APLUS, it just so happens that Ms. Sloan is also there, I don't want to talk about the A station, business is business..."

Messier in the room has already cut to the point, "Next Monday, this war will continue again. Both I and Edgar want you to quit. You have earned enough. Of course, this is what you deserve...or In those words, business is business, and we will not pursue anything."

Song Ya raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words, and took a sip of champagne with a smile.

I have left the field, but I don’t know if Vivendi Global knows that today’s move to sign a contract to sell a clothing company in France may also be understood as a signal to continue pursuing, so these two tycoons will Come together.

Then I don’t know, this is very useful information.

Then Messier's phrase "will not be held accountable" also successfully evoked his ambition.

Still less beating.

He immediately replied, and the scene was a bit stiff for a while.

The rooms set up by Hilton Hotel for VIP guests in the banquet hall have classical European Baroque style, exquisite large oil paintings, and antique European-style furniture. Song Ya, who is a head taller than Messier, is straight, and the corners of the mouth of the cup appear as if Wu's smile, confident and strong.

Messier, who used Vivendi Global to achieve a market value of 100 billion yuan, is not weak at all. He lifted his head slightly and looked directly into the eyes of the other party, completely unable to see that he was in a critical situation of domestic and foreign difficulties.

The old Bronfman was like a former overlord who was out of business. He easily lifted the wine glass to be flush with his eyes, shaking slightly, as if he was concentrating on tasting the wine.

Sloan watched this scene quietly, and her heart was surging. Many years ago, she did not expect that she and APLUS would appear on an occasion with these two tycoons, playing fiercely under the seemingly calm water surface, and had the upper hand. .

"How do you feel about APLUS?" Messier broke the silence.

Song Ya's empty hand scratched the temple.

This is a code for asking for help. Well, this little waste is still slightly insufficient. Sloan snickered, "I am afraid that your company will have more trouble next week, isn't it? Don’t mention Mifa and the two countries will start investigating those fakes. Account, your market value seems to have gradually approached the edge of insolvency?" She said.

For this reason, she did not recommend that Song Ya meet Messier and the old Bronfman privately. No matter how the talks are, it will cause the institutions that will continue to short next week to misjudge, especially the Addison of Deutsche Bank. It has begun to talk about the possibility of Vivendi Global’s bankruptcy. This is a major topic that will be extremely beneficial to the air side next week.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Messier and the old Bronfman would pick so many people to return to the dinner party, and would rather come forward with a sneer and ridicule that they bow their heads to a twenty-five-year-old young man. .

Talking with APLUS is a big plus. If APLUS refuses to meet in person in front of everyone, it’s okay to say that there are witnesses. Now you are in a secret room. No matter how you go out, you will not be completely trusted.

Even so, it is not easy for two tycoons who have been famous for many years to do this. Face may be worthless to a person, or it may be more important than life.

"If Ms. Sloan you mean our market value of 48 billion, it seems a bit early?" Messier sneered softly.

"The problem of false accounting...Who would believe that only so much has been revealed so far?" Sloan countered.

"There is no problem of false accounts. This is just a rumor spread by Addison and the others. The market will return to rationality blindly." Messier cannot admit to false accounts on any occasion. "A short report is not a court decision."

"It will take a long time for the court to decide, right?"

It is also impossible for Sloan to be found out what evidence he has in his possession and what his cards are. The remote court's decision will not have any impact on the war next week.

"You're very clever girl." Old Bronfman said.

"Thank you." Sloan greeted gracefully.

But the old Bronfman did not respond to her anymore and put aside the wine glass, "APLUS, I know that you have a conflict with little Edgar, he has interfered with your Internet and record business, I apologize to you for him, he..."

"There is still wine." Song Ya replied.

"What?" Old Bronfman thought he was pointing at the stale wine on the table.

"Also, he suppressed the new wines of A+ Liquor Industry, because we previously gave the distribution rights to Seagram Liquor Industry, and Grey Goose Vodka did not get good resources."

Song Ya said lightly: "This also cost me a lot."

"Oh, it's been a long time since I asked about the specific business. This is something Edgar did not do the right thing." Old Bronfman had no choice but to say: "Well, let's not talk about these little things..."

"It's no small matter."

Song Ya did not respect the old and loved the young, and continued to interrupt, "Although my business may not be a big deal to your family..."

"I understand, I..."

"I asked someone to tell you something, remember?" Song Ya asked again: "The two former executives of the Sigram wine industry, they are outside."

"The boss..."

In the banquet hall at this time, the two Seagram Global veterans who had come to Paris to sign and merge with Tricolor Vodka, who followed the A+ wine team, also saw the scene just now. They just woke up from the huge shock. Are you here to surrender to APLUS?" One of them was so sad that he burst into tears, "What a humiliation, he is so old..."

"I have already started crutches, and it looked good at the beginning of the year..." The other person was already wiping his tears.

"The father of the big boss of the world is here to surrender to APLUS!" There was a voice from the side of the visitors, "Otherwise APLUS may really bankrupt the Bronfman family! Haha, he really participated in this week's short-selling!"

"The Bronfman family is really miserable! Today's story spread, are they still qualified to be called rich men?"

"Better than bankruptcy?"

"That's also...haha!"

The wind whispered into the ear like a knife, "It's all the little Edgar...hey! The boss will not end up like this after taking care of his son. APLUS shouldn't put such a cruel hand!"

"Yes! APLUS is too much this time! The contradiction with little Edgar will not do this anyway!" The other nodded indignantly.

"Who do you call the boss?"

A+ Liquor Industry President Liser frowned and appeared behind the two of them and yelled: "Not so? But in terms of our company’s performance that was embarrassed by the little Bronfman, I myself have the urge to buy a man and kill him. You two bring me sober! You thought you were working in Seagram?"

"Hehe, we are no longer working in Seagram, but we won't work with you soon. Do you think the two founders of Tricolor Vodka like you very much or what? Riiser."

The two veterans sneered at each other, "It's ridiculous, you have finished your job for APLUS."

"Cut! I am very grateful to the boss, of course I mean APLUS."

Risser sneered. He is different from Scout of A+. He knows that the boss APLUS has long been dissatisfied with Scout, and he has worked loyally from a small pedal company to the present, uh...Although APLUS was shot and fell into a coma. I have made a small mistake in principle, but I have all the credit and hard work, and I am younger than Scout. APLUS privately promised to arrange a good place, "You don’t have to worry about me. If vodka is not settled, I will fire you. I've seen you two not pleasing to your eyes a long time ago!"

"I understand the contradiction between you and the little Bronfman APLUS, but... Edgar has already apologized to you today, OK? We know that a simple verbal apology may not prove sincerity..."

In the room, Messier stopped Song Ya from repeatedly interrupting the old man's bullying style.

"It's okay, I will speak for myself."

The old Bronfman stopped helping, "APLUS, we may auction off the Seagram wine industry in the near future. Think about it, you will pick the brightest pearl of our family's ancestors, Martell..."

The old man picked up the wine glass again, and greeted Song Yayang reluctantly, but quickly put it back on the table decisively, "Chivas, Royal Salute...you have them, after my son..." He paused and continued to be full of anger. Said: "I will never be able to lift my head in front of you in the future, right?"

"I'm not interested in the wine business, and the business that I used to play tickets is about to be sold." Song Ya shook his head, it sounds like this suggestion seems to be tempting himself to take money to leave the market, uh...Although they have already left the market, they I do not know!

"You still have some song copyrights in Universal Music, right? We can give it to you." Messier said.

Eh? Speaking of Universal Music...

"Why don't you auction Universal Music or Universal Pictures?" The film industry is better and still making money. These are the two industries I know best. The temptation to instantly incarnate into one of the top seven in Hollywood or one of the top five in the recording industry is still very attractive. Full.

Uh, although it seems I can't afford it, I can find someone to partner with!

"That won't work. Vivendi Global's strategic focus is on the media industry. The outsiders who split up the liquor business will not question too much." Messier shook his head. "And isn't Universal Music being investigated by the Sheriff of Wall Street? You should be very clear. This matter will not be on the shelves in a short time."

"That has nothing to do with me." Song Ya couldn't admit it.

"If you like the media industry, maybe we can put the U.S. TV network's repurchase contract on the shelves." Messier said.

"Come on, we dare not buy Barry Diller's company."

After the Deutsche Bank short-selling report broke the existence of the repurchase agreement, Sloan also inquired about Barry Diller’s full effort to'expand' the American television network. The'Hollywood killer' undoubtedly intends to use the repurchase contract signed with the rich three generations. Let's pit Vivendi Global.

"Then wine. Our quickest way to bail out is to sell the Seagram wine business. It has good assets and continues to make profits. Now the major global wine giants are not doing well recently. We need some fresh blood to join in. , UU Read www.uukanshu.com, otherwise the auction will not find a satisfactory price. If you are interested, please let us know."

Messier stretched out his hand to say goodbye, "Before next Monday."

"APLUS, I admire you very much, I am old, and sometimes I really want to live with you in the Prohibition era. Have a good fight!"

Old Bronfman got up, took Song Ya's hand and said, "Alcapone, Jim Garncana, those famous figures in the history of the Chicago Mafia, I went to their home as a guest, and they often come to Canada..."

The old man's eyes became cold and eroded, "Although the times are different and they are all over, don't think that my family and I have completely lost the courage to die together! Young people."

This is an old lion, Song Ya felt the threat, the real threat, "Hehe, I am also looking forward to it, so... next Monday?"

"Yes, before midnight." Messier said.

"Before the market opens." Song Ya bargained.

"can."