Chapter 1364 Plan B
Text Chapter 1364: Plan B
April 4, 2000, New Jersey.
"Ha! Aplus, what's the matter? Is the negotiation going well there?"
Bradley, who announced his withdrawal the day before yesterday, had just returned to his hometown. According to his withdrawal speech, he should go on vacation with his wife and children to relax, but he still took time to meet Song Ya before departure.
"Okay? I feel like the negotiations are coming to an end, Mr. Senator."
Song Ya replied that he could meet Bradley this time. He followed the path of his good brother Jordan. Former Chicago Bulls meritorious coach Phil Jackson is a former teammate of Bradley. Together with Michael Jackson, he waved the flag for Bradley and worked very hard.
"That's good."
Former NBA Hall of Fame star Bradley is 1.96 meters tall. Two tall and burly men shook hands surrounded by their respective entourage. Bradley deliberately used force secretly. This is a formidable enemy. It hurts to pinch.
"Hahaha...please sit down."
The two laughed and parted, and Bradley asked Jordan's agent David Falk, who was leading the way for Song Ya, "I heard that Michael is leaving Chicago?"
"Yes, we're looking for teams that will take us in."
Fooled and humiliated by the boss, Jordan can no longer stay in Chicago. David Falk probed with a smile: "Does the New Jersey Nets have a chance?"
"Let me help you ask, wait until they finish the regular season."
Bradley knows the NBA very well. The Nets are in a bad situation this year, and there is a high probability that they will not make it to the playoffs.
This is the first time Song Ya has dealt with this senator at close range. As one of the 100 veterans of the United States who served for six years, some senators speak and do things very directly and even almost without scruples, such as in textile quotas Former Secretary of the Navy John Warner, who helped, Bradley's style is also similar.
This kind of people like to listen to compliments. After the polite greetings, Song Ya sat down, raised his right hand, pushed the palm out, and repeated the speech when the other party announced his withdrawal in a lyrical tone: "When a country is at the most critical crossroads When speaking, it takes a strong heart to hold the steering wheel and lead all of us on the right road... Your speech was very good, Mr. Senator. Get the driver's seat."
"Hahaha!"
Bradley and others in the office laughed again, "Stop mentioning this aplus, the election is over for me."
Gore has always been the biggest threat and trouble in this primary election. If there is no Peter to spoil the situation, he may lose a lot after losing, but because of Peter who attracts hatred, his previous move to withdraw from the election should be He got a lot of benefits and promises from Gore and the donkey party group, and the media and donkey party all sang praises for his timely behavior.
So Bradley is in the right mood right now, and has more political capital to exert extreme pressure, "Will Peter Flock persist until June? Or August? I admire his courage, unlike me, who became a deserter."
June is the time for the primary debates, and August is the time for the donkey party's national convention and superdelegates to vote to officially launch the general election candidate. Of course, Bradley knows what Peter wants to do.
"I am not very sure."
Song Ya didn't want the topic to be brought to Peter, and replied: "Mr. Governor should have his own considerations."
"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense aplus then."
Bradley asked: "The First Bank of New Jersey told me that you still disagree on the specific content of the acquisition agreement?"
At this time, his fingers were crossed in front of him, his butt was leaning against the desk, Song Ya was sitting near the sofa near him, David Falk was beside him, and Ms. Sloan, O'Grady from the Northern Trust and cna The person who is insured, the other entourage on both sides are either sitting or standing in the room.
"Yes." Song Ya looked at Sloan.
"The people at Bank One are asking for the shares to be sold without voting rights,
Senator Bradley is totally unacceptable to us on this condition, which neither of us had any doubts about in previous negotiations. ’” Ms. Sloan said.
"Why? Has something changed?" Bradley asked knowingly.
After he quit the election, there was no drag, and he would definitely not be willing to submit as before, so the First Bank of New Jersey also regretted it at the same time.
Of course, it's not easy for us to point out the facts, and Sloan shrugged to indicate that he didn't know.
"Then are you willing to compromise on this condition?" Bradley looked at Song Ya.
How is it possible, that quagmire-type company like an inner city broadcasting company, without voting rights, has no board seats, and if 120 million is invested in it, it can be defrauded. "This is not a small sum, Mr. Senator." Song Ya expressed Shaking his head sincerely.
"Of course, I understand." Bradley nodded, then fell silent.
"Some shareholders in Bank One were willing to agree to our terms, and there seemed to be disagreements among them," Sloan added.
Like the inner-city broadcasting company, the shareholding structure of the First Bank of New Jersey is very complicated. Of course, some individual minority shareholders are eager to accept the life-saving money, but the holdings of institutions, government assistance in the early years, various charities and other funds, etc. in local New Jersey Shareholders that politicians can influence will listen to Bradley, who is the return of the king, instead of prioritizing the interests of the company, so they regret it.
"oh?"
The smile on Bradley's face faded, and he stared at Song Ya meaningfully, "You know aplus, I can't help much in this matter, and I don't want to be criticized by the outside world for interfering with the private company's business affairs."
It's all Peter's fault. Until now, the bargaining chip that I used to grab Bradley's sore foot to threaten Daly was gone, and I had to face Bradley's revenge.
"Then how about we reduce the amount of investment and only cooperate with the First Bank to start a new investment bank project?"
But he has no interests in New Jersey. In the final analysis, what can Bradley do to one of the world's top 100 richest people? Song Ya offered a new price, and both parties took a step back, so we can meet each other in the future?
"They probably won't agree." Bradley made the decision directly. "They need your 120 million to save their lives. It doesn't make much sense for them to follow the trend and build a new stall."
This is because the lion talked too much. Song Ya turned his head and looked at Sloan and the others, and discussed in a low voice for a while, "I understand." He got up and stretched out his hand: "Then let them continue talking first."
"Don't be stupid aplus again, I won't sit back and watch you continue to make trouble inside the First Bank."
Instead of responding to the handshake, Bradley pointed to his eyes, "I'm staring at you."
If he refuses to let go, the acquisition of the First Bank of New Jersey can only be achieved through their internal board game. Sloan and the others have calculated that there is no chance. After all, there are quite a few shareholders who are greedy for life-saving money. Local politicians headed by Bradley fell out.
This is also a fear of beating wolves with a stick. Bradley probably doesn't know how much they have mastered their internal pain, otherwise why would they be so ready to make an acquisition offer for a small New Jersey bank?
Although that was actually information that Sloan had no intention of mastering when he was a lobbyist in Congress, Bradley and the others didn't know it.
"understand."
Without speculation, Song Ya stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets, and looked at the other party with warning eyes, "Then we bid farewell, Mr. Senator."
"Please."
Song Ya put his hands in his trouser pockets like this, and led his men to leave in a file.
"Aplus!" David Falke, who still didn't quite understand the situation, followed quickly, "Is there any problem with your business?"
"There are too many differences, and it seems that we can't reach an agreement."
Song Ya patted his arm and said with a smile: "But thank you very much for your help today, David."
"Small problem. Uh..." David Falk whispered again, "Nasdaq doesn't seem to be doing well this year. Your money with Mr. Madoff..."
"It's not that the Madoff Fund can only go long... I asked, and if they promised that this year's investment dividends are not as good as last year, they will not be much worse."
The money stored in the Madoff Fund enjoys a stable income. With the current market conditions... Song Ya still regrets not increasing her investment earlier, "Of course the choice is in Jordan's own hands. You can see for yourself. I am just a guide. Not your fund managers."
"Ok, ok... I understand." David Falk nodded frequently.
"Thinking of the good, we saved 120 million." After parting ways with David Falk in the parking lot, Song Yala opened the door, and smiled at O'Grady and CNA Insurance, the two acquisition partners: " Sorry to bother you about breaking the bank."
"Ha, it's okay, business will always face this kind of situation, and it doesn't always go smoothly."
The cna insurance guy smiled and got into his company's car.
"Then we..." O'Grady, who knew more, got into Song Ya's car.
"We can only start Plan B. You and Sloan should contact South Shore Bank and Tiger Fund."
Song Ya couldn't get a good investment bank shell for a while, so Song Ya had to ask black banks and big fund companies for help. South Shore Bank CEO Milton Davis and himself got acquainted during the process of supporting Michelle's husband's election, and they had a good relationship. Tiger The assets managed by the fund even surpassed the Quantum Fund of Ross in the most prosperous period of 1998. However, during the Asian financial crisis, it suffered huge losses in several key battles such as the yen, ruble and American Airlines. In 1999, it bet on the bursting of the Internet bubble to short Another huge loss, turned around 180 degrees at the beginning of 2000 and turned to pursue the technology industry, but just caught up to the high point...
In the context of such a big bull market in the United States, after two years of tossing, their capital plate has only billions of dollars left, and they have become the laughing stock of Wall Street. Their boss, Julian Robertson, is in urgent need of help from a flying pig like himself. hand.
It's just that there will be more troubles after revenge against Global. Tiger Fund needs to publish its annual report, and it will be difficult to keep it completely secret in the first half of 2001.
"OK."
O'Grady was already skeptical about throwing money into a broken bank far away in New Jersey, and Plan B was what he wanted.
"I'm afraid that a politician like Bradley will not be able to get rid of it. What if he insists on taking our money but refuses to give him the right to vote?" O'Grady asked.
"Then let's go to war." Song Ya's tone was relaxed and freehand, but his eyes looking out of the car window became domineering.
"We can't let him go." In fact, there were people from the First Bank of New Jersey in Bradley's office just now. He looked at the back of Song Ya and his group leaving, and thought of the 120 million and felt a little uncomfortable. I was willing, so I spoke to Bradley.
"I don't want him to see our books," objected another senior New Jersey government affairs bureaucrat.
"Didn't you say that they won't be given voting rights? We will have a solution for the ledger." The people from the First Bank continued to instigate.
Bradley looked left and right, picked up the microphone of the landline without saying a word, "Help me pick up little Daley..." he said to the secretary outside.
The rest of the room waited quietly.
"Mayor Daly, it's me, um... I just met that kid, um... um..."
He hummed a few times, hung up the phone and called again, "Pick up Underwood again... Which Underwood? Our former Mr. Party Whip... Hey! Underwood, it's me, Bradley. I just talked to The kid met, he refused to pay without the right to vote... um, yes, can you do me a favor? um... ok, I know you're on good terms, um... um... of course... ok , that's it? Okay, see you in Washington... we'll have a good chat then."
He put down the phone, smacked his lips, paced and pondered, and after a long time he raised his head to meet the expectant eyes of the room, "Forget it, Underwood doesn't want to see me go to war with that kid, he may serve as the head of the Gore government next year." The powerful minister, without him this year, the election of our useless congressmen is not very good."
"But Underwood is not a difficult person to deal with right now." The people from the First Bank still refused to give up: "He has cooperated with us very well for many years. He is committing a foul and helping outsiders..."
"But Underwood has been with the kid just now for ten years, and the relationship between them is also very deep. Remember the Bahne case that made a lot of noise before?"
Bradley didn't want to waste his time explaining halfway through his retort, "Forget it, let's do it, forget it...as long as that kid behaves well after today and doesn't make trouble in our New Jersey anymore."
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