Chapter 1389 It's Too Hard to Make up Your Mind

'Tiger Fund suddenly released an eighty-nine-page short-selling report on Vivendi Universal. The report is divided into several parts. The company under Universal Music has falsely reported revenue and profits, exaggerated the value of fixed assets and other financial frauds. The report also claims that this phenomenon is widespread across the Universal Music Group subsidiaries...'

The next day, Tiger Fund issued a short-selling report. Bronfman Jr. didn’t take it seriously at first when he heard the news. He blinked and asked the people around him wonderingly, “Is Tiger Fund being redeemed by investors?” Is it?"

"Yes, they did all the multiple-choice questions wrong before and after the stock market crash, and it has long been a joke on Wall Street." Ron Meyer, president of Universal Pictures, glanced at the president of Universal Music who was in a daze with sweat dripping from his forehead. Doug Morris, grinning and sucking up to the boss.

"Another mad dog who wants to regain his fame by stepping on me? Hehe, they really know how to pick a partner..."

Bronfman Jr. sneered, "What else did they say in the report?"

"The text is being faxed..." Doug Morris replied.

Someone turned up the volume of the TV, "Based on this evidence, Tiger Fund summarized seven danger signs to investors. In the second part, they questioned that Vivendi Global has jointly concealed the scale of debt after the merger..."

"WTF?" Little Bronfman was a little alert no matter how dull he was. After all, he had colluded with Vivendi CEO Messier. He didn't want to be too nervous in front of his subordinates. He frowned and complained: "Tiger Fund wants to do something." Well? Their boss is called... called..."

"Julian Robertson," replied the man.

'In the third part, Tiger Fund questioned Universal's expected profit scale in the music and film industries. They cited a series of industry data, including Edgar Bronfman, chairman of Seagram Global's board of directors, personally confirmed to the media, Universal is facing major challenges from physical and online piracy in the entertainment industry. Bronfman himself believes that the industry's revenue will shrink at an average annual rate of 10%, which does not reflect Vivendi's stock price before the suspension performing. '

‘At the same time, Vivendi itself is expanding aggressively in the French media industry, and the profitability of its subsidiaries is also very poor...’

The TV broadcast was still going on, Bronfman Jr. stretched out his hands to the landline, and his subordinates frantically found Julian Robertson's private number, dialed it and handed the receiver to him.

"Mr. Robertson, this is Edgar Bronfman."

He asked calmly, "Is there anything you need to explain to me about your company's behavior today?"

"Well,

All I have to say is in that report. "Julian Robertson really didn't expect that he would call himself, and replied in a daze: "Read it carefully, maybe I know your company better than you yourself, which is good for everyone. "

"You're playing with fire, Julian, trying to make a splash? Just because you've become nothing in Wall Street?" Bronfman asked, "I don't remember any conflicts between my family and you. If not, you can just say hello to me in advance, why do you have to be like a red-eyed gambler?"

"you!"

Julian Robertson used to be a leader on Wall Street, and he hit the sore spot with a sentence, "Business is business, sorry!"

"Damn hang up on me!"

Bronfman Jr. threw the microphone back casually, and his subordinates reported: "Mr. Messier will come over right away."

"It's embarrassing..."

He led a group of people to the fax machine to wait for the short report, the speed was very slow, and the machine just spit out a few pages, "You won't make me lose face in front of Messier, will you?" He picked it up and saw the words Def Jam record, Ask Greg Morris.

"I don't know... Maybe the Internet is faster." Doug Morris went to the computer, browsed the YAHOO financial community, and quickly found the news of Tiger Fund's sudden attack on the home page, clicked on the inside page, and successfully downloaded the short The full text of the report is attached.

Little Bronfman leaned over and saw the complete financial data of Def Jam last year in the appendix of the first part...

"What's going on here? Where did Julian Robertson get it!?"

He was very diligent, so he naturally had an impression of this document, and immediately glared at Doug Morris angrily.

"I...I have to ask Lyle Cohen." Doug Morris quickly blamed him.

"Now!" Bronfman Jr. yelled.

"Okay...Okay." Doug Morris rushed to the landline to call the United States.

Meanwhile, in New York, Jazzy and his minions and friends are in theaters watching Blade 2 starring Boss.

"APLUS will come to New York to promote tomorrow. This is a great opportunity."

It's like booking a room, no movie watching etiquette, the attendants are happily whistling and booing to Halle Berry, who has just transformed from a scientist in a white coat to a vampire hottie in a tight leather jacket on the big screen, and the white accountant of Roc-A-Records took the opportunity to lower Whispered to Jazzy, "He seems to be really short of money, and he sells his business in exchange for cash. From this point of view, his emotions have returned to rationality."

Jazzy was still hesitating and snorted noncommittally.

"This is a godsend opportunity. You may not have a second chance in your life. He should not have gone bankrupt, and the stock market will not fall like this forever... When he recovers from the stock market crash, you will have even greater resistance to going out independently."

The accountant advised again.

"Yeah, Jazzy, I will help you persuade him when we meet tomorrow." Damon Dash, who urgently needs to cash out from Roc-A-Records, also persuaded him in the back row.

Jazzy took a few deep breaths, "That's because he still doesn't know which record company I plan to transfer the release to..."

His next home is Def Jam. After Irv Gotti, who murdered the record, died, the momentum of Def Jam's label was frustrated. Although Gotti had a bad relationship with Def Jam president Lyle Cohen, but after Lyle Cohen lost Gotti , also need a New York rap bigwig to switch to the past to fill the vacancy left by Gotti...

And the parent company of Def Jam is Universal. Everyone knows that APLUS and the big boss of Universal are mortal enemies. They have quarreled several times in public, and there are still conclusive rumors in Hollywood that they made a bet on who will go bankrupt first...

Jazzy knows about APLUS, although he can hide the matter of spending money to redeem Roc-A- and become independent for a short time, but APLUS will definitely explode after knowing the truth.

On the big screen, Harley twisted and swayed close to the blade warrior played by APLUS, caressing his tendons covered with scars, and then the two embraced and started a passionate scene.

"Aww!"

The movies produced by APLUS have always had a good reputation in this aspect. Whether it is Leng Shan, the girl next door or Blade Runner, there must be plots that can feast the eyes and never fool the audience.

"I'm going to talk to a friend first..."

Jazzy was very wary of Damon Dash, who was in the wine business with APLUS, and he switched to Def Jam. The other party didn't know. He decided to meet with Def Jam President Lyle Cohen before the showdown with APLUS.

He has never been the kind of person who looks forward and backward. The act of going to see Lyle Cohen shows that he has made up his mind. He just needs someone to give him a push to strengthen his final confidence.

The attendants had no choice but to look back at the big screen step by step, reluctantly followed him and drove to the headquarters of Def Jam Records.

There is something wrong with the atmosphere here today. Jazzy felt it when he entered the door. The lady at the front desk cut short, and she was not in the mood to tease herself like in the past. Some white men and women in suits and ties were walking in and out, and many of them were unfamiliar faces. .

"What's wrong?" he asked the receptionist.

The front desk shrugged, and replied in a business-like manner: "You can go up, Mr. Cohen is in the office."

"Mr. Cohn?"

He left his followers behind, took the elevator upstairs with accountants, lawyers and other new cronies, pushed away Lyle Cohen's office, and saw that the other party was pushing the glass window.

Lyle Cohen, with messy hair like a chicken coop, ignored him. The glass window on this side could only be pushed open a small crack. After several attempts, he had to give up and collapsed on the chair, panting.

Jazzy hooked a thick hemp rope on the boss's desk with his fingers, and one end of the rope was tied with a dead knot, a bit like a lock used for hanging... "Did something happen?" He asked suspiciously.

"Huh... When a person faces death, it's really hard to make up his mind, it's so hard... Woooooo..." Lyle Cohen covered his face and burst into tears.