Chapter 1058? Those Who Participated in the Auction

In Manhattan, at the Waldorf Astoria, Littman booked a suite with a small conference room, no reporters, no flashlights, no outsiders.

Since Littman Publishing is a family business, the shareholding structure is either simple or complicated. The long conference table is full of seats, except for lawyers and accountants, the rest are his relatives who own a small amount of shares, and officially sign the acquisition Before the memorandum, their own family members must first sign the documents related to the authorization and the distribution of benefits after selling the publishing house.

Littman would not coordinate with his relatives in front of him when the matter came to an end, he would just go to the scene and sign, but the atmosphere in the meeting room was still very depressing, Song Ya tried not to disturb them, put his elbows on the table, resting his chin Keep quiet and wait in silence.

"snort!"

A white man who looked a little like Littman sneered after signing, then folded his hands and leaned his body against the back of the chair, with a mocking look on his face waiting to see a good show.

This person seems to be Litman's cousin or a cousin? Anyway, I heard from Ovitz that he had a lot of stumbling blocks for Littman in the matter of selling the publishing house, and the feud between the two was forged when Littman's grandfather divided the family property.

The document was passed to an elegant and elegant white lady next to Littman. Her lower lip trembled slightly when she took the pen. After signing with difficulty, she immediately took out a handkerchief and tapped it on the inner corners of her left and right eyes.

"Come on, Mam..."

Littman took the document from his silently sobbing mother, signed it neatly, then dropped his pen and looked at Ovitz in the middle of the conference table.

"Lawyers for both parties." Ovitz gestured to Goodman and the other side's lawyers.

"no problem."

Goodman and Yongdao's Samuel checked the document and pushed it to Song Ya.

Song Ya checked carefully in person.

The deal includes an 89 percent stake in Littman Publishing, which owns a headquarters building in a small town in New York State, a new printing facility near the headquarters, and a small town in the South. In the old printing factory, the property rights of land, workshop and equipment are all owned or partially owned.

Offices in major cities across the country are all rented.

The publishing house owns the copyright and distribution rights of many textbooks, novels and other publications, as well as the distribution rights of some newspapers, magazines and printed advertisements. It has also signed long-term compilation, printing and distribution contracts with some brands, most of which are junk letters that are regularly stuffed into the mailboxes of residents.

"It turns out that this yacht company's advertisement is made by your family?"

Song Ya saw a familiar brand from a yacht manufacturer who often harassed her, and sent a thick catalog of yacht models to Highland Park every week, printed on colored coated paper, so exquisite that it was not lost to fashion magazines.

"Hmm." Littman was not in the mood to talk about this.

Song Ya continued to read. The second most valuable asset in the asset package is the vast majority of shares in high-fidelity magazines, followed by shares in newspapers and magazines such as Modern Photography, Stereo Review, etc., and the latter proportions do not exceed 10%. Fifty, and some of them don't even have the board seats of the corresponding magazines.

From hooking up to today, the two sides have been very clear about each other. In the year when Littman sold himself American Music Magazine, the value of these paper media alone is estimated to be more than 50 million, and now it is 85 million. And a publishing house that is functioning, breaks even, and slightly profitable...

"OK."

Song Ya feels that there is no problem. If he wins it early, he can promote the release of the educational video tape earlier. This requires public relations with the education departments of the states and the education committee in the parliament. Litman Magazine is fully capable.

"APLUS, over there..." Ovitz pointed.

"Oh, sorry."

My pre-obligation here is to authorize Johnny Carson's unwritten memoirs to Littman Publishing, and also entrust them with the printing and distribution of American Music Magazine, "Ms. Carson, Ms. Fleming "Johnny Carson's current wife, America Music editor-in-chief Shirley Fleming and related lawyers were also present,

So they signed the documents they were responsible for signing.

It was finally time to sign the memorandum of acquisition, and the lawyers of both parties put the thick documents in front of them.

Don't change the name of the publishing house, and leave a director for Litman, Barbara...

Checking again, and finally looking at the figure of 85 million dollars in the document, Song Ya subconsciously sucked his teeth, felt ruthless in his heart, and signed his name everywhere on the document pointed by Goodman, and then both parties Exchange files and continue to sign.

"call!"

Eighty-five million, plus the acquisition cost has steadily exceeded 90 million. Because he trusted Sloan, he did not personally monitor the entire acquisition, and the pressure was still great when he actually paid the real money. He felt relieved. In one breath, he reached out to Littman: "Shall we celebrate?"

"No, I still have a meeting." Litman, who finally showed a little melancholy, refused.

what will? Oh, and his creditors are waiting outside, "Then I won't bother."

Litman didn't bother to send it away, and raised his hand to show that he knew.

Before Song Ya and his party left and before the creditors entered, a fierce quarrel with a southern accent suddenly broke out in the conference room, which had nothing to do with me.

"That's a good deal, boy!"

Ovitz patted his face affectionately, "Is there a saying? Only the more painful the negotiating partner is, the more it can prove that the deal is right!"

"hope so……"

Song Ya doesn't think that the old man has done his best. Anyway, this is already a difficult thing to change. After the transaction is officially completed in January next year, the green rice knife worth nearly 100 million will no longer belong to him.

"Dress yourself up tonight, and I'll introduce you to some big names," Ovitz said.

"night?"

"how?"

"I'm going to participate in the charity auction here tonight." I made an appointment with Murdoch, and it's inconvenient to tell Ovitz about it.

"Ha! Then we were talking about the same thing, see you tonight?"

"See you tonight."

The two parties broke up in the corridor, and Song Ya sent Ms. Fleming out of the hotel in a gentlemanly manner before returning to her suite.

"Are you going to be socializing with him?" Sloan asked.

"This guy better understand his situation and don't embarrass me."

Song Ya only knows that Mrs. Astor personally presided over this charity auction. Murdoch will definitely be there at night, and maybe other people in the media industry. They are too close to Ovitz, and gossip can easily spread to the Disney Emperor in the ears.

Although he never asked Fox Films whether they would abide by the blockade initiated by Disney, Hollywood tycoons should not communicate with Ovitz publicly at this time, "Tired!" After a week of intensive rehearsals, he was still in Chicago in the morning , He fell on the sofa and refused to get up.

"So you don't have any plans for the publishing house and magazine that just spent eighty-five million?"

Sloan tosses a throw pillow over.

"Of course there is, but I'm sorry that I can't disclose it now. Let's talk about it after I actually get the thing." Song Ya said.

"Littman won't break the contract. Judging from his situation today, he can't afford it." Sloan said.

"I have encountered too many accidents, there is no need to gamble."

Song Ya smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will revitalize this publishing house, it can survive."

"What about the magazines?"

"The magazine can be disassembled to find a buyer. The news has been spread by Ms. Shirley Fleming." Song Ya replied.

"These are things Littman can't sell."

"Maybe it's going to lose money like AMA from next year, or the stake will continue to shrink," Sloan said.

"In short, there are always more solutions than difficulties. Maybe these..."

Song Ya picked up a pile of high-fidelity, modern photography, stereo reviews and other magazines on the table and flipped through them casually, "Move it online like American music, do you think it's a trick?"

"I don't understand you." Sloan glanced at Shakira who came out of the bedroom in a daze, and disappeared automatically when he went out.

"There's hardly anything useful in a big magazine..."

These magazines are struggling to make ends meet. Half of the content is advertisements for audio and photographic equipment, and the other half is mostly soft articles. There are only a few articles about useful information. There are really not many things that can be moved online, and the style is far inferior.

He casually threw the magazine on the ground, embraced Shakira who was in his arms, and quickly dozed off.

"Um?"

Suddenly he heard his ex-wife singing on the TV, he opened his eyes, Shakira was watching intently, "Too little, too little to wear."

It turned out that today is the day of her Madison Square Garden concert, which is being broadcast on HBO, and I don't know how much it cost to get it. It's called the fantasy concert, and she is singing the last few lines of Dreamlover.

Dream lover, come and save me

all over the world

take me anywhere you want baby

Ineediously odiously

i need you so badly

won't

please come to my side

'Cause I want to share forever with you baby

Cause I wanna be with you forever baby

She sang with her orchid fingers up and twisted her joyful dance steps. After singing, she lay down on the stage steps and posed in a seductive pose, winking at the camera. The beauty is still very beautiful. After giving birth to little Rega, she even raised her cup. She has a hot body, but the stage costume is too revealing. "No one dares to care what she wears now? Really, even those who have become mothers..."

It felt like she was singing to herself, but Song Ya couldn't help complaining.

"Her singing skills are really good." Shakira commented from a professional point of view.

"of course."

"APLUS, it's time to go to the charity auction." Sloan knocked on the door outside.

"Already..." Oh, he turned his head and looked out the window, it was already night, "I'll go out for a while, I'll be back soon." He had no choice but to say to Shakira.

After dawdling in the dress for a while, I went out with Sloan contentedly after listening to the invincible bass in the next Withoutyou by my ex-wife.

The auction exhibits are displayed in the air corridor between the Waldorf Astoria Hotel and the Astra Hotel. Both hotels belonged to the Astor family. Mrs. Astor, who was born in 1902, has a very honorable status. How can I describe it? Woolen cloth? It's a bit like the patriarch of the old money in New York, the old grandmother.

The auction hadn't officially started yet, and a large number of high-class people strolled around with wine glasses. Among them were many familiar industry leaders and billionaires. He didn't expect that today's auction would be so high-ranked.

The first big diamond ring given to his ex-wife was bought at a charity auction here, but Mrs. Astor herself was not present at that time, and Song Ya didn’t come here today to shoot something, "There." Wearing a decent evening dress Sloan soon saw Fox Studios president Bill McKennick.

"APLUS." Bill McKennick, who should have been waiting for him, also waved to this side.

He was going there with Sloan, but was stopped by Ovitz who suddenly appeared halfway, and he handed the wine glass to Sloan, "APLUS, come here, I will take you to meet someone." Ovitz said.

"Uh, can I have a chat with my friend first?" Song Ya asked.

"Who do you think you're seeing? Mr. Warren Buffett!" Ovitz whispered mysteriously.

"Wow……"

The god of investment, the second richest man in the world is indeed worthy of asking Bill McKennick to wait first, and Ovitz obviously does not want to take Sloan. Witz goes.

"Huh? He was still here just now." Pushed back affectionately by Ovitz, the two walked around the 300-meter corridor without finding anyone, and Ovitz took him back again.

Why does it feel like this old man is fooling himself again? There are so many people who saw this scene, "Uh, I don't have time, I have an appointment, Mr. Ovitz." Song Ya stood still, not wanting to go with him anymore.

"Don't be silly, kid, let's talk about Disney with Mr. Buffett. His Berkshire Hathaway company owns a lot of Disney stocks. He is very dissatisfied with Eisner's recent behavior." Ovitz persuaded.

What does this have to do with me? My metropolis label will release records on Disney in the future! Song Ya was thinking of an excuse to slip away, and happened to run into another billionaire head-on, his "boss", the chairman of the Nasdaq Exchange, Madoff.

"I just met Murdoch, he seemed to ask where you are." Madoff said.

"Mr. Murdoch, haha, okay, let's go see him first, maybe with Mr. Buffett, right?" Ovitz laughed.

"Yes, Mr. Buffett is also..."

Madoff suddenly hesitated, and after observing Song Ya's eyes asking for help, he said, "I mean Murdoch wants to see APLUS."

"Oh." Ovitz finally realized that he had misunderstood, "The person you are dating is..."

"Yes, sorry, Mr. Ovitz."

Song Ya cleverly stood behind Madoff, "Can you take me there?"

"Um."

Madoff and Ovitz shook hands and hurriedly led the way.

Ovitz was a little annoyed, and after being stunned for a while, he chose to hang far behind the two of them. He was familiar with this kind of thing when he was an agent.

He saw Da Laohei being led out of the corridor by Madoff, turned around, and walked into a door. Taking advantage of the opening and closing of the door, he saw several people inside clearly, and subconsciously gasped.

It seems to be taking a group photo? Song Ya didn't realize that, at first, his attention was on the photographer in front of a few chairs, "Can you introduce me?" Madoff asked.

"Uh, yes, nice to meet Mr. Murdoch."

Murdoch doesn't need to be introduced, he hasn't met but Song Ya knows him, he stepped forward to shake hands with Murdoch standing behind the chair, and then... "Mrs. Astor." The old woman sitting in the middle of the front row is the owner of this place, Mrs. Astor.

"Mr. Buffett..."

He recognized another one, and another one, "Dr. Kissing." They were all top bosses born at the beginning of this century, and the room smelled a little decayed. Madoff might be the youngest among them.

"So you don't know him?"

Dr. Kissing looked at himself meaningfully, pointed at another old white man who was sitting while shaking hands and smiled.

"Well……"

Familiar, Song Ya looked at the other party desperately to remember, and remembered! I saw the photo of the other party in the library of the University of Chicago, or a portrait, "Mr. Rockefeller." David Rockefeller, the third generation of the Rockefeller family, was funded by his family to establish the University of Chicago.

The last old man was really unrecognizable, "Gates, William Henry Gates II." The old man smiled and extended his hand to introduce himself.