Chapter 1393

"Rang Rang, please Rang Rang, thank you..."

Tiger Fund boss Julian Robertson was surrounded by microphones and guns, and his subordinates protected him and squeezed forward with difficulty.

"Mr. Robertson, can you respond to the doubts of the small and medium-sized investors in your fund?"

"Mr. Robertson, the short report on Vivendi Universal..."

The reporters chattered and asked nothing more than these two things. After the short-selling report was released, external pressure naturally concentrated on him.

"I have been devoted to protecting the interests of investors all my life, and I have nothing to respond to. The same is true about the short selling report. There is enough evidence to show that the market value of Vivendi Universal is higher than their actual value. Many... ..."

Julian Robertson squeezed to the front of the car with a happy face, turned around and talked confidently.

Perhaps it was his own design to be 'blocked' by the reporters this time. Tiger Fund has fallen into a trough in recent years due to continuous investment failures. ', this is not good. In fact, players like him need star-level exposure. For example, Buffett and Kuros are very good at using the media, and let the megaphone help to amplify the volume, so as to affect market confidence and gather a large number of followers. , predators or ordinary investors who blindly follow the trend.

In particular, the behavior of short-selling and attacking large multinational companies cannot be accomplished with the money in the hands of a certain fund.

Julian Robertson is very good at making use of public opinion. The opportunity Song Ya gave him is also regarded by him as a battle to turn around and rectify his name. After the short-selling report was issued, he has no way out.

In the presidential suite of a certain hotel in Hong Kong, there is only the flickering light of the TV screen. Except for the conversation between Julian Robertson and the reporters, there is only the heavy breathing of a man and a woman, "I won't come, I won't come..." This news Afterwards, Hallie screamed and struggled to crawl forward, "Do you need to see a doctor?"

"Um?"

Song Ya, who was holding her ankle with both hands excitedly and dragging her back, was taken aback when she heard the words, "What's wrong with me? I'm in good health?"

"I suspect you have that addiction..." Harley took the opportunity to pick up the phone, "Shall I call Xuelin or someone else to Xiangjiang?"

"No, I'm just a little stressed."

Maybe it's because pressure is like a spring. The greater the strength, the more times you need to decompress and release. Only Harley used it during the announcement of Blade Warrior 2... Song Ya refused but let go of her and didn't bother her anymore. Go directly to the wine cabinet to get the wine naked,

"I don't want to meet them for now."

Paying close attention to Vivendi Universal all the time, it is easy to be spotted by the women who accompany her day and night. Harley saw it in Tokyo, so now Song Ya will not let her out of his sight.

It's not that I don't trust them, it's that my women are often stupid, and may be tricked out by someone with ulterior motives, such as Xue Linfen...

"Yeah." Harry swam over obediently like a black mermaid.

Song Ya took a sip of the Xinyou cognac launched by Seagram Liquor to celebrate Martell's 280-year history. The wine fell into his throat, and he let out a low moan in enjoyment, and the other hand roughly held Harry's wet short hair.

Contrary to the treatment in Tokyo, Xiangjiang filmmakers gave almost the highest treatment to Blade Runner 2, which used kung fu elements and local martial artists and actors. Song Ya and the whole crew spent a few days socializing with the circle here, and received a lot of Chinese by the way. media interview.

On June 16th, Song Ya set off again with the farewell of countless fans and film fans, and flew directly to Italy.

"APLUS has arrived in Europe."

This news was quickly reported to the ears of Vivendi CEO Messier, "I know." He himself is far less nervous than the rich three generations. A multinational giant has investors selling short every minute in the securities market. However, it is unlikely that this is the first case of a high-profile short-selling report like Tiger Fund, and we have seen a lot of strong winds and waves.

Regarding the fake accounts of Def Jam records in the short-selling report, it is not time to pursue the Bronfman family. The internal troubles are even worse at this juncture, and he is actually not that confident...

"That kid is getting closer and closer!" He was still in the mood to joke with his subordinates.

"Yes, looking at it now, his itinerary is very interesting." The subordinate nodded, "We are approaching step by step, and we are almost at a distance where we can smell each other's breath."

"Now it doesn't matter whether he has teamed up with Tiger Fund or not."

Messire replied. Time is running out, so what if the other party simply admits it himself? On the contrary, it is not as good as he is hiding it now. After all, APLUS had the aura of "lucky pig" before the stock market crash, and successively invested in a large number of technology companies such as Netscape and YAHOO, which itself has a certain appeal to the capital market.

"What is our partner doing?" Messier asked.

"He hid in his castle..."

The Bronfman family owns an ancient castle in the suburbs. The rich three generations moved in after they left Paris. In the dim room, he was alone, watching the TV set just arrived in Milan, Italy, with Gucci executives and designer Tom Ford. Song Ya, who hugged the group photo and smiled brightly at the camera.

"Little Edgar! Little Edgar!"

Outside the door, his cousin Sam also lived in the family property, harassing him for three meals, "We need to talk! Edgar! I know you're here!"

He took a deep breath, feeling the pressure coming from all directions, and the slow cutting of flesh was especially painful.

Most of the shares of the uncle and cousin's family are concentrated in Seagram Wine. This time, when Tiger Fund's short-selling report on the fake accounts of the Universal Music Department came out, their family suddenly exploded in place, and woke up. The value was lowered in the process of stock exchange and mergers, and the assets of the father and son were moved by the overvalued Global System.

idiot! At that time, I didn't see the calculation between myself and my father. Who would sympathize with you afterward? He rubbed his face and turned off the TV impatiently, "I'm resting! What's the matter?"

"We should have accepted cash from Vivendi!"

"What's the use of talking about it now!? I don't want to quarrel with you. Let's talk about it tomorrow!"

"Is it still too late?"

"It's too late! Don't say such stupid things again, Sam! And don't say this to the outside world! The family has a password! You know the seriousness of this matter!"

"You open the door!"

"What the hell are you trying to do!?" He opened the door and was punched by his cousin head-on.

Rebellion! The uncle's family has always been submissive to their father and son, and has no right to intervene in the management of the family company. For many years, apart from participating in some wine business, they have enjoyed the rise of their wealth along with the family assets. Unexpectedly, now...

Rebelled, rebelled!

He held his nose in pain and held on to the door frame, glaring at his cousin's back as he turned away.

"Brother!" The two younger sisters who had just arrived saw this scene, "What's wrong with you?" They came over and surrounded me to care.

"Nothing, Sam's crazy..."

He felt nosebleeds flowing out from his fingers, and he became more and more angry, "Wait, I want him to look good later!"

"It's fine." The two younger sisters were rare and considerate this time, supporting him all the way back to the room and helping to stop the bleeding.

"call!"

He felt a trace of family warmth, raised his head and fiddled with the handkerchief stuffed in his nostrils, "How did you two get here?"

"Busy." A younger sister replied.

"Hehe, what are you busy with?" The burden of the family was all on him alone, and the two younger sisters were completely idlers.

The two sisters pushed each other a few times out of his sight, and the other sister hesitated to say, "We still need some money..."

Sure enough, "How much?" He took out the check book.

"Ten million...uh, ten million for each of us. The leader said..."

"I want it from my father!" He pulled his hand out of his bosom again.

"Papa won't give it!"

"I don't even have this!" He was so angry that he was so pissed off. As expected, any family relationship between the rich and powerful families was fake. He kicked out the most unreliable sister of the two families and slammed the door on her door.

"APLUS, PPR and LVMH are still fighting fiercely for control of our company."

Milan, before Song Ya had time to rest with Harley, she was entangled by Tom Ford and Gucci President De Soleil, "The Pinault and his sons from PPR talked to you, right?"

"Um."

Song Ya nodded. Pinault and his son are nothing more than looking for funds to completely buy the remaining Gucci shares in the hands of LVMH. Now their PPR group is willing to sell their e-commerce website Le Dou Te. Unfortunately, today is different from the past. Before the stock market crash, Song Ya was very keen on expansion. The Internet landscape, now... Not to mention that I don’t have spare money, and if I have money, I will not buy a new website, and it is a French website.

Even though the asking price of Le Dute has become a lot cheaper now, the impact of the bursting of the Internet bubble has already radiated to the whole world, and everyone’s life is difficult.

On the other side of this French civil war, Arnott, the boss of LVMH, also contacted him, but whether he was the Pinault and his sons, or Tom Ford and Desole in front of him, everyone knew that the black pharaoh in front of him had just lost money in the New York capital market. 4 billion, and the legend has been involved in the long-short game of Vivendi Universal, and he is no longer regarded as the main object of competition.

"goodbye."

Song Ya sent Tom Ford and De Soleil out, returned to the room and continued to work, called Ms. Sloan, David Geffen and others, and manipulated the TV remote control to find relevant news.

"Boss, I'm leaving too." Song Zecheng came over to say goodbye with his bag in his hand. He would go first to meet up with the trader Bill Huang and others in Paris, and be responsible for following the whole process.

"Well, it's hard work." Song Ya encouraged casually.

"It's okay hehe, flying to Paris is very fast." Song Zecheng closed the door for him with a smile.

It's very close, and Song Ya happened to see a piece of news. Bronfman Jr. led a group of high-level European financial circles to visit the stables near the family castle. He was dressed in short-sleeved rich three generations and was handsome, with boundless confidence on his face.

"I am optimistic that the new Vivendi Universal will be under the leadership of Mr. Messier..."

The third generation of the rich had a happy face and confessed to the bosses, then walked towards the reporter's camera and sang praises for the resumption of the market on the 20th.

The last shot of this short news is a picture of him walking and chatting with a group of big shots on the lawn from a distance. The atmosphere is very relaxed...

Eyelids started to jump again, Song Ya turned off the TV, rested her elbows on her knees, propped her browbones with crossed fingers, and just stayed alone in the quiet room without a sound, her knuckles were not free due to the force And it was squeezed so that it began to turn white.

"Hum hum……"

Harley, who had just taken a bath, came out humming a song. After seeing this scene, she immediately stopped talking, tiptoed to the bedroom, turned around at the door, leaned against the threshold, and just watched him silently, accompanying him.