Chapter 1196? Mira's Trouble

The discussion on the price of coffee came to an abrupt end, because news came from Canada that the old father had suffered a sudden myocardial infarction and was hospitalized, and Bronfman Jr. immediately set off to rush home.

The Citibank negotiator watched the huge convoy leave the headquarters building, and took a note from the secretary behind him.

"A+ copyright and investment management company is willing to buy our Shilla Fund for 50 million dollars?"

He read it out casually, and soon realized the hidden meaning in it, and couldn't help but sneer, "The reward for us talking with the Bronfman family? Or the terms of the bribe? Has that mixed... mixed-race nouveau riche swelled to this point?"

What is enough money for Citigroup? Moreover, the person in charge of fund products does not belong to the same department, and the boss of the other party is even his own internal competitor! That nger's flattery was destined to be slapped on the horse's leg.

Of course, I don't know what the big boss thinks. Anyway, the conversation with Bronfman fell apart, and this matter has nothing to do with him. He tore up the note contemptuously.

In Highland Park, Song Ya just signed a document, approving the money, half a million dollars, "Go and get it to my private accountant, he will handle it." Return the document to Old Mike, "Take it easy Flowers, old man."

"For half a year, I don't think we will come back for a while." Old Mike scanned the empty study room. All the preparations for moving out are almost ready here, and Song Ya and Shakira will wait until June 1st. When people set off for Europe, construction companies move in.

"Um."

Song Ya didn't ask any more questions. After the old Mike left and continued to be busy with finishing work, Polygram Films refused to contact him. The 300 million cash in his hand has been invested tens of millions of dollars in Huaguo and donated more than 100 million soft sister coins. , Datong and Citigroup are 150 million, and there are other miscellaneous expenses for the decoration here. Before you know it, there are less than 100 million left, and you also need to take it easy. "What can I do for you?" He checked the phone and answered. Recorder, call back O'Grady who left the message.

O'Grady, who is in charge of stock investment affairs, does not know that he has invested money in fund products of other banks. "Bloomberg News said that the old Bronfman had a myocardial infarction."

"Is it because of your son's bad financing? Haha." Song Ya laughed viciously.

"Is it okay? Bronfman Jr. should have attracted funds from a lot of financial institutions and Jewish consortiums. I think he has done a good job overall." O'Grady said.

"oh."

Indeed, I have been paying close attention to it, and Bronfman's energy to run around surpasses most rich third generations, "If the old man really dies...then the Seagram Group really has the final say on his own ?”

"Almost, his brothers and sisters are all raised by the old man with the foundation as pigs. Only one uncle is in charge of part of the business of the wine industry. He is considered capable, but both father and son are very defensive and cannot pose a big threat. Old Bronfman Almost completed the transfer of his tax-sheltered assets ... two-thirds should have." O'Grady replied.

"Is the bad news?" So when Bronfman Jr. takes care of Polygram and Dad hangs up, he will be stronger when he returns to focus.

"Probably, but it also depends, now is not the feudal era,

Sons cannot fully inherit everything from their elders, such as loyalty. "

"Get out, get out!"

In Canada in the north, Bronfman, who rushed to the hospital overnight, rushed into the ward. He roared and drove away the two sisters who were out of their minds and the lamas they had found, "Father..." Then he walked to his father with a complicated mood. before bed.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm sick."

The old man was still in good condition, half lying on the bed, haggard and older, his cloudy eyes lit up immediately when he saw his precious son, as if seeing the only light in his life, he raised his hands with all his strength, "Little Edgar, see It's so kind of you."

The father and son embraced affectionately, "What did the doctor say?" Bronfman Jr. asked the family's personal doctor next to him.

"Need to rest, and the mood can no longer fluctuate violently." The other party replied, "I'll wait for a meeting to discuss the follow-up treatment plan."

"That's good." Little Bronfman sat down by the bed.

"I said it's all right, you can continue to work on your work, I'll just watch it on the news." The old man smiled.

"Chase and Citigroup can't agree."

"It's okay, don't be in a hurry, let alone let others see that you are in a hurry, this is how business is..."

"I know that."

Further north in Alaska, Kasiti also saw her father, the bald policeman Vic McGee, who was waiting at the gate of the city hall again, "Daddy! Are you here to work on the case again?"

"Well... Actually, it's the last time. The criminal has never been caught." Vic replied, and the two hugged happily.

"Alaska is a society of acquaintances. It is impossible for the unfamiliar faces here not to be noticed by the residents. Do I need to ask the chief of the city police to send someone to cooperate?"

Kasiti drove her father into the car, "Dinner first?" She took out her mobile phone to call the restaurant location.

"Okay, wow, assistant to the mayor ah?" Vic teased his daughter, "Are you a big shot here?"

"How come, but this is a small town, and everyone treats me very well."

After confirming her seat, Kasiti dialed the chief of police.

"No need." Vic pulled the phone out of her ear. "The criminal I'm chasing may be in the mining area. The police station here can't help. Now I just want to have dinner with my daughter in peace."

"Be safe Daddy, where's your partner?"

"We're in the mining area. I'll meet you later." Vic replied.

"ok."

Los Angeles, Beverly Hills, Mira was invited again, dressed in evening attire, took her agent Hayden's arm, and walked into the luxurious villa that originally belonged to Eddie Murphy.

"Oh, Meera, Meera, my dear Meera."

The new owner, the former Prime Minister Lazarenko of Ermao, came forward speaking Russian, and raised his arms politely, "It's an honor, I will take you to meet some friends."

"Well……"

Hayden hesitated for a moment, but was stopped by Mira's wink. She changed her arms to hold him. Lazarenko was a standard Russian style of both officials and oligarchs. With straight eyes, he overbearingly pulled Mira away from Hayden's side. Take it away and socialize at the party.

"Did you notice his ankle?"

Hayden hangs far away, not daring to let Mira out of sight. At present, Lazarenko just wants to find the most popular hometown actress here to support his face. Except for the "invitation" method which is too rough, other fine.

Soon, he ran into Lazarenko's neighbor Daniel, and the two stared and whispered from afar.

"What happened to the ankle?" Hayden asked.

"There are electronic shackles. Look over there..." Daniel pouted at a few men in suits who were out of place and eating on the sofa in the lobby. "It should be someone from the FBI or the local police."

"It's not surprising, there are also police cars and detectives guarding the gate of the manor." Hayden replied.

The two old Hollywood men are very sharp, but in fact they don’t need to be so sharp. Lazarenko has already been wanted by Ermao and another Eastern European country for corruption, money laundering and other crimes.

Switzerland also announced that the procedures for him to leave Switzerland to the United States were illegal, and he was going through the process of issuing an international arrest warrant. He should have fled to the United States.

"Damn it, I thought the land price here would be raised by him, but I didn't expect a wanted criminal to live here."

Daniel complained, "Police, detectives, and reporters come and go all day, and people who buy houses don't like it. Damn Eddie Murphy doesn't pick buyers before selling houses! This guy can't even get out the door! Look again The guests who came were Russians who came out of nowhere and nobody in Hollywood knew anyway..."

"well!"

Hayden sighed, "He was able to successfully go to the United States and buy a high-profile property. It must have something to do with the acquiescence and even the help of the politicians and intelligence agencies here. I heard that he was greedy for hundreds of millions of dollars, maybe more ...And there was a rebellion against the current leader of Ermao. Daniel, you live close, you have to help take care of Mira, I can't keep an eye on her all day, as is about to leave, I have to accompany him to France."

"I don't feel right, Mira better stay away from this kind of person."

Daniel replied: "I don't plan to show up here often. I feel that there are people from the Maozi gangster among the guests. You William Morris can't protect her? This is Hollywood!"

"Please."

Hayden asked in embarrassment, "Mila doesn't want to make things big, and I will arrange for her to leave after she finishes filming the soldiers."

"Oh, you're beautiful, Mira."

Taking advantage of Mira's inattention, Lazarenko suddenly took out a string of exquisite Tsarist Russian palace-style antique gemstone necklaces from his pocket, quickly helped her put them on, and then took half a step back, scrutinizing and applauding loudly.

"Thanks."

Mira quickly picked it up, "But I can't accept this, it's too expensive, Mr. Lazarenko."

"Only you are worthy of it, it is meaningless to stay with me." Lazarenko stopped her by holding her hand.

"Forget it..."

"I insist."

"Ahem." Hayden saw signs of entanglement over there, and immediately approached with a glass of wine, "Mira, I have a new job, let's say goodbye... Sorry, Mr. Lazarenko." He helped Mira unwind He undid the clasp of the necklace on the back of his neck and put it back in Lazarenko's hand.

"goodbye."

Mira took the opportunity to go out.

The two were stopped by the burly bodyguards who surrounded them again.

"Did something happen here?" Daniel pretended to pass by.

Lazarenko winked at the bodyguards and told them to disperse, "Mira, Mira, don't forget about Switzerland, you don't want to go to jail with your father, do you?"

He whispered to Mira, and then blew softly.

"Fxxkyou! Find out what this place is! Which country!?"

Hayden couldn't understand Russian, but he was furious after seeing this scene. He was one of the top managers in Hollywood, and he still had a temper when he was in front of the "boss". He pointed his index finger at Lazarenko's nose and threatened , "You'd better be honest, don't say I didn't warn you."

The potbellied momentum gradually came out, but Lazarenko responded with a disdainful sneer, and the bodyguards surrounded him again.

"Hey, don't you care? He is a prisoner under your FBI supervision, right?" Daniel ran to ask the men in suits sitting on the sofa.

"FBI? If you're looking for them, they're right outside the door." The men in suits looked at each other and shrugged immorally.

"cia?" Daniel asked.

The other party didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either. It might be that one of the leaders turned his head to observe and said something in Russian.

"Let them go." Lazarenko drove away the bodyguards, "Don't forget, Mira." The latter sentence was in English.

"goodbye."

With a pale face, Mira left under the protection of Hayden and Daniel.

"Let's go to Daniel's house first, and I will send more bodyguards." Hayden took out his mobile phone to contact, "You need 24-hour protection now, Mira."

"Let's tell as."

Daniel said that he was shocked by the other party's arrogance just now, but he lives next door... although the buildings in Beverly Hills are far away.

"Don't..." Mira hesitated and refused again.

"You have something in his hands?" Daniel asked.

Mira defaults.

"Today is very dangerous, Mira, that person is very dangerous, it has exceeded my expectations in all aspects, I can feel it." Hayden dialed Song Ya's phone, "Did you tell him or me?"

"Let me do it." Mira took the phone from him.

Chicago 1990