Chapter 1395 Wild Boar Clash

"Use your brain!"

On June 20, 2000, at nine o'clock in the morning of French time, the new CEO of Vivendi Universal Group, Messier, pinched his thumb, index finger and middle finger together, turned around and nodded to the rich third generation who kept pestering him forehead, the tone was very impatient, "10 billion euros, where can I hide it!? Under the bed?"

The entourage of the stars and moons around let out a burst of suppressed laughter, "It's just a rumor on Wall Street, it's a normal trick for short sellers Edgar." A senior Vivendi senior man persuaded with a smile: "This just shows that They are out of recruits, and they are in a hurry."

According to his usual temper, as soon as these people laughed at himself along with Messier, little Bronfman would explode on the spot, but now...

He restrained his unhappiness and stood still, waiting to be left behind. The people from Bank of Merrill Lynch and Arthur Andersen, who provided services for the merger of the two companies, did not believe a word of Messier's words. I didn't sleep and recalled and thought carefully, and I have a little aftertaste.

At the beginning, it was not cash but a 100% share swap merger. Although I proposed it first, but after thinking about it, Messier was completely cooperating with Vivendi people. Using psychological suggestion to lure themselves to achieve their goals, they don't want to show cash in the first place.

The reason for not wanting to cash out is probably that Vivendi's financial situation is far from the health it saw when it merged.

The circle of Wall Street rumors spread last night is very high-level and should be reliable. The news came suddenly but it is impossible to be completely chasing after rumors, otherwise Barry Diller would not care so much.

Little Bronfman regretted it a bit, he felt like a fool now, "What about you? Do you have anything to say?" He asked Merrill Lynch and Andersen with a straight face.

"It shouldn't be a big problem, Mr. Bronfman. If you have any doubts, we will review it. Let's go first and follow." Merrill Lynch and Andersen's people shook their heads at the same time, and Andersen's people said comforting words while gently He held his elbow and persuaded: "Today is a big day, and the most important thing is to give the market confidence."

Little Bronfman looked in the direction indicated by the other party. Messier and his group were still walking towards the gate of the Paris Exchange without stopping, and they had already left his group of people by a long distance.

Engaging in internal strife now will only make relatives and enemies happy. He has a clear understanding of the interests and the primary and secondary relations, so he can only follow quickly, and stand side by side with Messier in front of the reporters' cameras, squeezing out a confident smile.

"This noble young master seems to have specially used some foundation today..."

He already had a good demeanor, but because his face was slightly bruised from his cousin's punch, he let his sister put on a layer of concealer today, making her more photogenic and attractive,

The on-site reporter from the station was a little bit heartbroken after seeing him from the viewfinder, "Others, I can't see anything, everyone is very calm."

"I see, continue to observe."

Song Zecheng on the other end of the phone closed his mobile phone. Since the news about Vivendi Universal's resumption of the market could not be seen until the news on the hour at ten o'clock on the French local TV station at the earliest, he and Song Ya asked the director of the station to send capable reporters to the Paris Exchange , on-site surveillance.

"Thanks for your hard work."

He patted the Highland Park security supervisor, who was in a wheelchair and locked the door with the silencer, and walked out of the room, nodding to the plaid-shirted geeks in the downstairs room.

It is not far from the exchange. He rented a small building and provided it to the tiger fund trader team led by Bill Huang. They live and work here. Bill Huang and the others have been completely isolated from the outside world by Song Ya's bodyguards since the United States. They confiscated their mobile phones, flew to Tokyo and Paris, and the gangsters monitored the whole process.

The big long table at the scene was Bill Huang's work station. There were computers and all the things needed for the operation. There was even a small switch cabinet of its own, and there was a network security team seconded from the American music website outside.

The head of the technical house next to the cabinet received Song Zecheng's order and immediately pressed the Enter key on the laptop connected to the switch.

All the networks and landlines of the trading team were quickly connected. Song Zecheng went back to help them enter the passwords required to use the trading account one by one, and then led the bodyguards to silently patrol behind them who were immediately engaged in intense work.

"Boss." Bill Huang called Julian Robertson in Manhattan, "They told me that the situation changed last night..."

"Yes, but it is likely to be a trap deliberately released by the bulls to tempt us to rush more..."

Julian Robertson stared at the tiger fund trading room outside and replied: "I talked with APLUS, and we agreed that we should follow the previous plan. In short, have a good job with Bill today!"

"Yes! Boss." Bill Huang agreed loudly, never leaving the software trading interface on the computer screen.

In Barcelona, ​​Song Ya, Old Mike, Harley, and Director Skinner were still having breakfast at the dining table, the four of them were not talking, and there was only the sound of knives and forks colliding with dinner plates in the room.

"You will let that rich third generation know in the future, is this the price he paid for humiliating you in public last time?"

In Washington, Claire asked her husband, Congressman Underwood.

"We haven't won yet." Underwood shook his head. "And I won't be so naive. The third generation of the rich will not only lose, but at most his net worth will shrink with Vivendi Universal."

"What a pity." Claire said coldly, "You guys have been preparing for so long."

"The Bronfman family is the world's top wealthy Claire." Underwood smiled, "I heard from APLUS that some Wall Street predators often have a preparation period of more than three years... This time is not too long for us."

Claire said: "Now we just have to wait for news from APLUS."

"Yes, it's all up to him."

Underwood touched the ring on his hand.

At the Jack Warner Estate in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, David Geffen sits alone by the pool, listening to the radio with headphones on, and taking a sip from his wine glass from time to time.

Before the pre-market trading session, Halle had already proficiently opened the YAHOO securities page and kept refreshing it.

The hotel network was a bit slow, and Song Ya stared at the screen, waiting for Vivendi Universal's data to load.

Everything was done today, his nervousness reached its peak, and he even felt that he could hear the sound of blood flowing to his brain.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply, red, and when he saw red, his frown immediately relaxed.

"No accident! No accident! There are far more selling orders than buying orders, and there are signs of a large amount of capital fleeing!"

Bill Huang was faster, and he shouted excitedly at the trading icon, "Start! Let's start!"

The trading team, each holding two landline microphones, began to tap the keyboard non-stop, selling and shorting, and maintaining communication with their hometown in Manhattan throughout the process.

Eighty-nine euros, eighty-eight euros, eighty-seven euros...

The stock price of Vivendi Universal Group went down all the way when it made its official debut for the first time.

"Don't be such a little Edgar, the company's managers can't fully focus on the capital market, otherwise our daily work will only be watching the market." Messier said to the rich three generations who were watching the market with their necks stuck.

But this time there was no laughter around.

"I don't want to lose, maybe you can't understand my desire to win."

Little Bronfman turned his head and gave him a cold look, but soon he had no time to say anything more, because the cousin in the crowd was about to move again, showing signs of making a scene, so he had to go out and explain to his subordinates, Let them watch their relatives closely.

"Smile, keep smiling."

Messier and his team quickly followed, "Let's go to the trading floor, the bell ringing ceremony is about to begin."

Before he left, he looked back for the last time, and the stock price of Vivendi Universal had already fallen below 85 euros, and it was still plummeting.

"Eighty-three euros!"

At half past nine, the Paris Stock Exchange opened on time, and Halle shouted out the resumption price of Vivendi Universal.

"You don't have to keep reporting like the announcer... It makes me have a headache."

It fell by nearly seven points before the market, which means that the danger of being cleared by many parties is temporarily gone. Song Ya has already 'lived', and he is free to complain again.

'Clang clang clang...'

At ten o'clock, Vivendi Universal changed hands around the 15-minute trading line at 81 euros and ten o'clock. This is the first time that Messier, Fu Sandai and others have knocked on the opening of the Paris Stock Exchange. Clock news screen.

"Barry, that rumor from last night is probably true, isn't it?"

In Montreal, Canada, Bronfman Sr. looked at his son who was clapping and smiling on TV, and began to feel sorry for him again, even though he had given himself sleeping pills in France before, he called Barry Diller, "Otherwise Vivendi Universal It won't fall so abnormally."

"Well, it seems that there are other short-selling funds, and some predators are taking advantage of Julian Robertson... Maybe APLUS's rush to join the short-selling arbitrage." Barry Diller replied.

"Or their more deeply hidden allies?" asked the elder Bronfman.

"I don't know...but I haven't heard of it."

Barry Diller smiled bitterly: "My sense of smell has always been insensitive in this regard, otherwise I wouldn't have lost to Redstone twice."

"You know? In the early years, I once thought that APLUS was a white glove in Chicago politics, or simply a pure cash machine that Daly Jr., Underwood, Peter, and the others took control of. He spent too much money on local politicians. gone."

Viacom and Redstone, who have beaten Barry Diller twice, are also paying attention to this long-air battle in France. If the current one-sided situation can be called a war...

"What happened next?" asked the confidant.

"That kid has proven what he's capable of."

Redstone replied, then cursed after a pause, "Damn it! The Titanic cake should have been split between us and Fox Films, not him!" Redstone still regrets that incident from time to time over the years.

"That angry bull..."

In Washington, Al Gore, who is fully committed to the general election and governing the country, also took the time to pay attention. He asked his subordinates, "Is someone taking advantage of APLUS's impulsive and vengeful character?"

"It seems that Goldman Sachs, Salomon Smith Barney, Lehman Brothers... Edison Mitchell, the boss of the Deutsche Merrill Lynch Gang, should also be involved. Deutsche Bank knows Universal and Vivendi very well..."

The ruler of the world's only superpower naturally has more abundant and accurate sources of information, and his subordinates replied: "However, according to their usual greed, it is impossible for them to be willing to share the meat of their mouths with others. It stands to reason that they should first transfer Tiger Fund and APLUS Cleared out..."

"hehe."

Gore smiled, "Maybe they are also a little afraid of APLUS's wild boar-like rampage. He can mobilize a lot of funds?"

"Yes, his clothing company is already at the stage where the sale transaction can be completed at any time, and there is also the wine business? Recently, companies such as YAHOO are rebounding again. If the public market sells off, there will be no shortage of people to take over... Maybe the Northern Trust and other Chicago consortia will also Will support. Plus South Shore Bank and those messed up idolaters . . . and he's a staunch supporter of yours, Mr Vice President."

"Hush!" Gore interrupted his men.

'Vivendi Universal made its debut with a new attitude on the first day and encountered a failure like Waterloo. Just now, at eleven o'clock in the morning local time in France, Vivendi Universal fell as much as 10% within two and a half hours, and was listed by the Paris Exchange. Compulsory suspension of trading for fifteen minutes...'

Little Bronfman seemed to have been hit by a wild boar on his chest. He unbuttoned his suit and tie, his breathing was short, and his eyes were bloodshot. "Let him stand still." He ordered the bodyguards.

The bodyguards raised his cousin Sam up, "Ah!" Bronfman Jr. hit him in the lower abdomen with an uppercut, and the cousin bent down again in pain, "Hold on." He continued to order, and the pain continued. Beating, pouring out all the frustration and anger.

"What are you doing, little Edgar!?" Messier opened the door and walked in. Seeing this scene, he immediately closed the door to prevent the entourage from entering, "I have tolerated you for a long time, you bastard, a fraudster ...You must take responsibility for the short report, and we at Vivendi will thoroughly investigate it to the end!"

"Explain your 10 billion!" Little Bronfman yelled at the other party.

"Don't be like a gambler who can't afford to lose, want to bite back? Hehe..."

Messier pointed at him and sneered. At this moment, the mobile phone in his pocket rang. When he saw the number of the caller, he turned around and went out to answer it. His tone became gentle instantly, "Mr. Prime Minister..."