Chapter 1313

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France, Cannes, the hotel manager graciously opened the door of the presidential suite, "You shouldn't be able to see this one."

"Um."

When Bronfman's life assistant walked in, the first thing she did was to check the windows of the apartment, and put her head on the glass to look left and right. Then she went to the balcony and leaned on the railing at each corner to look into the distance.

With this orientation, I really can’t see the big Coca-Cola billboard with APLUS grinning not far from the hotel, "OK." She finally agreed, "This is the one."

"Great." The hotel manager rubbed his hands happily, and called the waiters who were waiting outside the door to bring in the big suitcases.

The assistant also put the bodyguards in, and the professional bodyguards began to check around the room, while she herself stood in front of the bookshelf, quickly flipped through the books, and picked out the magazines containing the color pages of APLUS Gucci men's clothing, Mercedes-Benz, etc. A local financial magazine whose cover character is APLUS is naturally more inescapable.

After the bodyguard confirmed that there was no problem, she called the boss's personal assistant, "It's time to come up."

Then throw the 'results' into the trash can, take it out and empty it out, come back to pay the tip, and send away the waiters and the hotel manager himself.

"damn it!"

Little Bronfman quickly came up in the elevator, 'Bang Dang! ’ Surrounded by his subordinates, he cursed and swept the wine and ice wine barrels prepared by the hotel for distinguished guests to the ground.

Everyone knew that he was in a bad mood, everyone was silent, and the assistants quickly cleaned up the mess.

"call!"

Little Bronfman was panting heavily, taking off his suit and loosening his tie, when Barry Diller chased him through the door, "Little Edgar, we should leave Europe at this time, the loss of Middle Eastern buyers raises prices and Europeans are starting to wait and see... …It's not good for us, we can't let the outside world think that we are in a hurry to get rid of it."

"Hehe, father and you planned a good thing! Look at us now! He is old and confused, and you will go crazy too!"

During the trip to Europe, Bronfman received a lot of anger. Many big conglomerates here have competed with Seagram Global, BMG and EMI in the record industry, Bacardi, Diageo, and Pernod Ricard in the wine industry. ...

Not long after he took their Polygram, he turned back to look for a buyer here. It is inevitable for Europeans to be eccentric, and he can't stand this.

"Small problem, let's deal with the relationship with Washington first when we return to the United States. There is still plenty of time."

Barry Diller advised.

"That little Congressman Russell is from Chicago. He is cooperating with APLUS. Damn it, damn it... How dare he!"

The more Bronfman spoke, the more excited he became, "It's better to find someone to kill him sooner!"

Barry Diller was stunned.

"I won't be angry, don't take it to heart." His reaction made Bronfman a little more rational, and with the presence of other subordinates in the room, his tone softened, "Oh! Please sit in Barry and have a drink What?"

"Whatever. But please pay attention to the attitude of the 'Prime Minister of the United States' Podesta. We must find a way to contact the commander immediately after we return."

Waiting for the assistant to pour the wine, the two toasted to each other, "Is there any news here?"

The assistant brought over the newspapers and magazines that had been screened and turned on the TV.

A year later, the French occasionally replay the national team's World Cup victory, 'Oh leh oh! ’ The closing performances of APLUS, Shakira, and Gloria flashed by as the assistant switched channels at the speed of light.

She sneaked a peek at the boss and Barry Diller, who was also a teacher and friend with the boss. Neither of them responded, but they also lost interest in talking. They sat on the sofa and had a drink in silence.

'The most glorious period of the Seagram wine industry was in the 1950s. They once occupied 30% of the Beimi spirits market, and then fell year by year. However, they expanded their global territory through a series of mergers and acquisitions. The wines they currently own There are more than 250 kinds of similar brands and derivative brands, and the sales channels are all over the world...'

The French undoubtedly covet the wine assets of Seagram Global Group more,

There was a lot of drooling after the news that buyers started vying for it.

"Apart from the Middle Easterners, the French seem to be the most sincere at the moment. Their financial industry is very strong. They are old usury empires." Barry Diller finally spoke again after listening to the news broadcast, "They are also the biggest players in luxury consumer goods."

"Bacardi and Pernod Ricard want us to spin off and buy only Seagram, how is that possible!"

Little Bronfman replied calmly: "Not long ago, rumors spread all over the world, implying that our high-end wines cut corners! I remember it in my heart!"

"It's a pity that LVMH and PPR Group have fallen into a life-and-death civil war again, and there is no time to be distracted." Barry Diller said.

"Gucci, fighting for billions of dollars, put both on the verge of bankruptcy. They don't deserve it."

"Hey..." Barry Diller didn't bother to get into the debate, "We must meet, right? LVMH's Arnault and PPR's old Pinault."

"You can meet them on my behalf. I want to have a good chat with my father."

"Alright." Barry Diller said happily.

"By the way, what do the Germans say?"

"They are very sincere."

"Ok, I know……"

The conversation between the two fell down.

The assistant on the side can certainly understand the boss’s dislike for APLUS, but the Germans just happen to have the worst perception of APLUS in Europe, especially in the sports world, and they are still struggling with the fact that “APLUS acted as an accomplice to CONMEBOL during the FIFA election last year.” Such old grievances, or the conspiracy theory of 'APLUS got drunk on the eve of the final to help the French win the Hercules Cup' is also very marketable in Germany. For this reason, Mercedes-Benz, which has sought APLUS as its global spokesperson, has also endured a certain amount of domestic public opinion pressure.

Of course, APLUS and Mariah Carey's jokes about the bathroom in the east hall are more often mentioned by the sullen Germans. In the field of finance and economics, APLUS' self-made billions of dollars is naturally the object of research and discussion by professionals.

But France is different. The assistant can clearly feel that the French love APLUS very much, but talking about it out of the pride of the French will bring some yin and yang with little malice, and the mentality is like the sentence in the book. Suspicion of integrity'.

The theme song of the World Cup, The Cup of Life, is what they talk about most, followed by the bathroom in the East Hall, the most expensive MV in history filmed at the Louvre, and the billionaire's classic American dream-like rise.

They will pick out APLUS's previous appearance of Gucci endorsement, street photos and outfits, etc., and tease them, but they also admit that APLUS's clothes are good, and they will never make any fashion disaster-level mistakes like his ex-wife Mariah Carey, at most It is because of the character factors from being poor since childhood that the chosen brand often has a sense of cheapness, or goes to another extreme of flaunting wealth...

However, these have been completely edified and corrected after traveling in France for several months during the World Cup. After he signed with Gucci, he became a frequent visitor to fashion magazines here.

And there are really many middle- and lower-class people in France who believe that APLUS did get Ronaldo drunk before the game, causing the Brazilian superstar to play often in the World Cup finals, but they never admit it in front of outsiders.

The boss is very smart, I can definitely feel it during the trip to Europe, but he never admits it...

But actually very concerned.

"Grandpa, grandpa..."

Oops, my mind wandered for a while, and I didn't notice that the singing of APLUS and Mariah Carey's APESHIT suddenly sounded on the TV.

Oh, by the way, the French are also very gloating about this Grammy Award-winning song in the United States.

"ah!"

The wine glass in the boss's hand had already been thrown to her feet, she jumped up in surprise, and quickly changed the channel.

The boss has become more and more lazy to maintain his demeanor when only his own people are face to face.

The two letters 'UN' appeared on the screen. This is not the symbol of the United Nations, but the classic logo of Ulysse Nardin.

Unlucky, sure enough, the familiar smiling face of APLUS who switched to the style of a successful person appeared again in the next second.

literally everywhere...

"Can't the hotel receive satellite channels? Let's watch the domestic financial news."

Barry Diller glanced at Fu Sandai, whose bloodshot eyes were staring at his assistant like a man-eating beast, and hurriedly interrupted.

"sorry……"

The assistant apologized repeatedly and switched to CNBC, a professional financial channel in the United States.

'AOL's Time Warner talks continue, with representatives from both sides expressing optimism about a merger...'

‘Once the two super giants merge, AOL will become a super media group that straddles the Internet and traditional entertainment media industries, and Time Warner will also be able to make up for its shortcomings in the Internet era... a strong alliance. '

The domestic painting style is more normal, and finally it is broadcasting something completely unrelated to APLUS. The assistant is relieved and picks up the glass on the carpet, and then goes to get something to clean the wine stains.

"Time Warner is also very sincere. They asked us to wait until the second half of next year. At that time, no matter whether the merger with AOL will be successful or not...it will be the best. At that time, they will have the spare power to acquire us."

Barry Diller said.

"Hehe, Warner Records was a traitor not long ago. What's the use of the second half of next year? Our gambling agreement with Merrill Lynch expires at the end of next year... If it is delayed, we will be finished."

In spite of his anger, Bronfman Jr. was still very clear-headed about this, and just in time to be reminded, he took out his mobile phone and called Doug Morris, the president of Universal Music who was staying in the United States.

"There was a lot of quarreling, and several other RIAA companies had doubts about continuing to appeal."

Doug Morris reported: "They feel that the American music website is no longer a good target for litigation, and that Napster and MP3 websites are more suitable. The law firm also has this opinion. They can appeal and express their attitude to the outside world. The music sites settled."

"You all take my words as fart!?"

Little Bronfman did not know how many times he was furious, "How did I tell you before I left!?"

"I can't help it, it's hard to resist... There was a lot of quarrel at the meeting, and they said strange things..." Doug Morris defended helplessly.

"What strange words?"

"It's nothing more than that we are all going to get away... or something."

"SHXT! The traitors at both ends of the group of rats!"

"what to do?"

"wait me back……"

Speaking of this, the CNBC news happened to be related to me, 'Edgar Bronfman Jr. sold his family's DuPont shares to acquire Universal...how much are those DuPont shares worth now? More than double! He acquired PolyGram for 11.8 billion and took heavy debts for it. Then he found that he could no longer operate and tried to sell Universal. This is a super group with the family business Seagram Wine! All sold? Sell ​​to Europeans? Middle Eastern? '

A financial commentator said harshly: "I don't even understand why he has been making such a fuss in recent years? It would be fine if he could sell it for a good price, but I don't think he can do it. He is very stupid!"

The corners of Bronfman's mouth were trembling with anger, and his eyes were stabbing at the white man on the TV screen like knives.

Seems like the guy talking is Jewish? Barry Diller had an impression, but he pursed his lips and didn't point it out.

'Boom! '

His wine glass was also snatched by Fu Sandai and smashed, right in the middle of the TV screen, some tiny cracks appeared like cobwebs, and the wine flowed down.

Ever since APLUS and former donkey party whip Underwood cooperated in revenge, Podesta, the most trusted commander in chief, made up the knife, Jewish compatriots were eccentric, and competitors smeared...

The Bronfman family felt a little surrounded by wolves. He sighed secretly. Fortunately, the stock price of his ticket booking website skyrocketed after it went public. Thinking of this, he would feel much better. Three generations, but without delaying the rapid rise in social status.

"Barry, you're always telling me to talk to this and that. Why don't you let me talk more to your friend, Mr. John Malone?"

Bronfman calmed down for a while and then said: "His TCI has merged with ATandT, and he himself has the actual control, right? Is ATandT Telegraph and Telephone Company not interested in my business at all?"

"No problem, we will arrange for you two to meet again when we get back."

Barry Diller could only continue coaxing.

"Just let me talk to him on the phone first."

"Can."

"Now."

"Uh...Okay, but you have to manage your emotions, don't talk about it like you did last time, John is a busy man."

"Who isn't?"

"OK." Barry Diller took out his cell phone and dialed.

In Maine, wearing a Ralph Lauren long-sleeved T-shirt and a tactical vest, John Malone, the godfather of cable TV, walked through the private forest he bought here with a shotgun. "Sorry, APLUS, I just went to answer a phone call."

"What?" Song Ya, who was dressed similarly, turned her head.

John Malone smiled and pointed to his ear.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Song Ya took off the big shot soundproof earmuffs he was wearing, "I'm a singer, so I need to protect my hearing."

"I understand."

John Malone asked with a smile, "Don't you often come here to hunt?"

"Hehe, although I'm your neighbor, I didn't buy such a good woodland. I'm growing potatoes, soybeans... raising pigs."

Song Ya smiled embarrassedly, "And I don't know how to play this very much." He pouted and gestured towards the shotgun in his hand, "It's true that I played the role of Blade Warrior, but it was just a prop gun, a show."

"Ha, then I'd better ask you to play golf next time."

"Well, I can't play golf well either..."

"Hush!"

John Malone suddenly raised his hand to stop him from talking, and pointed to the depths of the woods, where a deer with beautiful big horns was slowly passing through the dense forest.

"You..." He pushed Song Ya, indicating that this good opportunity is for you.

"All right……"

Song Ya gave a wry smile in embarrassment, put on the sound-proof earmuffs again, bit the bullet and raised his gun to aim. The old Mike beside him used a telescope to help observe and observe, and whispered guidance from time to time.

The other attendants of the two smiled and held their guns down, standing behind and quietly watching the scene.

Behind them, some people are leading a dog, which is a kind of American foxhound. It is rumored that the founding leader Washington himself cross-bred a French hound and an Irish hound.

Dozens of dogs squatted very disciplined, very quiet.

The deer in the scope didn't feel the approaching fatal danger at all, and walked leisurely to the small puddle to drink water and eat grass.

"Breathe, breathe flat... Pay attention to the wind speed, you can raise the front sight a little bit." Old Mike whispered.

For the first time in the world, Song Ya was still very unfamiliar with this rich man's way of socializing and having fun. He put his cheek against the gun body, held his breath, and obediently raised his crosshairs a little.

Maybe it was a feeling, the deer suddenly raised its head and looked this way warily.

He hastily pulled the trigger, and a loud gunshot broke the tranquility of the forest, and the birds and small animals fled for their lives in all directions.

John Malone and others let out a burst of regretful laughter, and Song Ya looked through the scope again, and the deer had disappeared.

That must have been missed.

Either way, he didn't have the hobby of killing animals for fun.

The foxhounds also became restless, and the person in charge of them pulled the dog leash and ordered to appease them.

"You need to have a stronger killer instinct APLUS." John Malone smiled and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

"I'm just thinking about not being able to capture the scene just now. I'm a firm supporter of banning guns..."

Song Ya laughed at herself and looked around.

"Haha, don't worry, that kind of thing can't happen to me."

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