Chapter 1397 Winter's First Movement

'I know, I know Vivendi Universal is having a difficult day, it's a great company, but I still don't think their share price is rational now...'

Vivendi Universal evaporated more than 16 billion euros in one trading day, but Julian Robertson still showed a steadfast posture. After making a brief and restrained statement at the gate, he showed a blank expression. He waved his hands, refusing the chattering reporters who continued to ask questions, and quickly disappeared in front of the camera.

"Damn it! Vulture! Bastard!"

Even though he was complacent about being in the limelight, he still put on a show. At night, after seeing this scene on the TV, the little Bronfman felt a deep hatred for this guy in his heart, almost filling his whole mind, "Scavenging Wall Street scum!"

He also noticed that the windows of the room were illuminated by lights from time to time, and walked over to look out, "SHXT..."

A luxury car is slowly driving into the gate of the manor, and it stops at the entrance of the castle. The rigorous and decent European high-class people get out of the car, handing the small envelope with the invitation letter in their hands to the people in tuxedos. The male servants lined up to welcome them, and then entered to receive the grand reception from the master's house.

It was only then that Bronfman remembered that he had invited many guests to arrange today's top-level dinner. The original intention was to celebrate the good day of Vivendi Universal, but he didn't expect things to turn out like this...

He was a little stimulated today, and he completely forgot...

"Little Edgar, I know you are in a bad mood now, but you have to go down to entertain guests, and don't lose the demeanor of the Bronfman family..."

The voice of the family veteran and the president of Seagram Wines sounded outside the door, "At this time, we must not let outsiders find that we are panicking."

"I'm not afraid to meet people."

The grand dinner to celebrate the victory seems so ironic now, the matter has come to this point, the rich and noble son can only clean up his mood and do his social duties first, "Wait for me for a while, I will be ready soon."

With the help of the housekeeper, he tidied up, practiced his smile in front of the mirror, and then went downstairs gracefully surrounded by his subordinates.

The net worth has shrunk by 18.75% following Vivendi Universal in one day, and Tiger Fund vowed to sell short because its own company cheated Vivendi by making fake accounts. The French people in the banquet hall all paid attention to him after seeing him Li, with different expressions.

He calmly patrolled the arena with his eyes. At this time, the people who came to the banquet were almost all the children of wealthy families who like to have fun and have not yet taken over the family business, the so-called descendants of nobles who insisted on pomp, senior managers, and party animals in the fashion circle. we...

"Hello,

Hello, welcome……"

He wasn't worried that these second-rate figures in the upper class circles in Europe would embarrass him in public, so he calmly shook hands and greeted them one by one from the nearest ones, as a landlord.

But when passing in front of the live band, the relaxed and soothing melody that was always used as the background of the banquet suddenly changed, and the violin part stood out, and the fast and strong bowing made the flowing music incompatible with the atmosphere of the scene.

He understands music and likes music, otherwise he would not have bought two major record companies, Universal and Polygram, from the wine business. He quickly heard that this is the work "Four Seasons" by Italian composer and violinist Vivaldi. To be precise, it is the first movement of the Four Seasons Midwinter Concerto.

people in the cold wind

bone-piercing snow

trembling

Stamping and running to maintain body temperature

teeth chattering

Vivaldi himself interpreted this piece of movement with a short poem. The live band playing this was definitely making trouble on purpose. He turned his head and looked, and it turned out that the violinist was the one he had yelled at before, but he was invited again Work at home again...

The temper of these artists...

This time he didn't have another attack, maybe it was the power of the music, and even his mood was unknowingly infected by the melody, as if he was really brought from the warm summer in France to the cold, windy and snowy winter.

Standing where he was, he couldn't help recalling the scene before and after the stock market closed in the afternoon.

Fifteen points, sixteen points, seventeen points...

Watching the market alone, he stared at the computer screen, the corners of his mouth twitching and trembling, he hoped for a miracle, but no, 18 points and then 18.75 lower limit, Vivendi Universal before the close of the Paris Stock Exchange He was thrown straight to pieces.

He gritted his teeth, knowing that his face must be very ugly now, and his eyeballs seemed to be congested, but he couldn't care less, Messier just did nothing like this! He jumped up, got up angrily and went to ask Master Ren Xing for his crime.

Messier's office was empty, and the big conference room... was also empty.

But soon, before he left the big meeting room, Messier led many people to rush in, "Messier, you..."

Today, not only did Vivendi Universal drop by the limit, but the French stock market and even the European stock market also fell across the board. Messier was not in a strong mood, and interrupted himself roughly, "Little Edgar, we have decided to give you two choices."

He was no longer friendly, and said directly in front of Vivendi Global executives, French government, and bank representatives: "Give yourself a good vacation, and we will not remove you from the position of CEO of Seagram Global. Unite together to save the situation, you don't care about anything for the time being, we will take care of other things."

Still throwing the pot and turning your face? He was furious, and responded with a ferocious face: "Don't forget that I am still the chairman of Seagram Universal's board of directors. You want to take away my power in disguise and wantonly throw the responsibility to Universal Music? Then go through the procedures and open the board of directors first!" It's not going to help you in this crisis, you idiot!"

"If you don't agree, then just take the initiative to lift the cover. I announced that I will enter the internal investigation process, admit a small mistake, and then convene the Seagram Global Board of Directors to dismiss you, including the position of chairman. After a while, the market will return to rationality. You I know that I can do it for little Edgar...but I advise you not to make this choice." Messier replied coldly.

After the share swap and acquisition, Messier could indeed do it, but it was tantamount to tearing up his previous promise to continue to preside over Seagram Global Group. It makes Wall Street's tens of billions of false account rumors more credible, don't you want to see another limit down?"

"Anyway, think about it for yourself and give me an answer before midnight."

Messier was too lazy to say anything to him, and shook his hands impatiently, "Now you can go out, it's not convenient for you to be present at this meeting."

"you!"

Among all the humiliation he has suffered in his life, this one given by Messier is considered extreme. His face was flushed with anger, and the attendees passed by one by one, and the various eyes that looked at him... He couldn't accept it at all, but for a while he couldn't accept it. Unable to think of a way to fight back, standing at the door in a dilemma, feeling like being stripped naked for public display.

"Or do you need me to call the guards?" Messier threatened while sitting at the top of the long conference table.

"You!" The dignified top tycoon, the chairman of Seagram Global Group, is too ugly to be thrown out by the guards, "Let's wait and see!"

In the land of the French, he could only hold back his breath for the time being, "Let's go!" He greeted his subordinates like a defeated dog, planning to go back to a meeting to discuss countermeasures, "Huh?" He saw the president of Universal Pictures, Ron Mai Although Ye was smiling all over his face, his body was still leaning against the wall, and he slid into the conference room.

"Uh...hehe...boss." Ron Meyer, who was discovered, nodded and bowed in embarrassment.

"Little man!"

He suddenly realized that he was being betrayed by many relatives.

"APLUS? APLUS?" Harry knocked on the door outside.

"Huh?" After the ecstasy, Song Ya in the room responded by rubbing his painful knuckles.

"Did you forget something?"

"What?"

"Tonight, we're going to the cinema," Harry replied.

oh! I really forgot that the announcement schedule of Blade Warrior 2 has to continue.

The nightlife in Spain is very rich. For the locals, night means the beginning of a day of entertainment activities. In the evening, Song Ya and Harley and other main creators of Blade Runner 2 arrived at the cinema to participate in the premiere here.

Harley held his arm the whole time, with a happy expression on her face, as if she was the one who broke Vivendi Universal's daily limit today.

"Damn it."

He saw clearly the few people who came forward, and suddenly remembered that this is the land of the Latins. He muttered to himself before smiling, "Mr. Estefan."

"APLUS..."

For Song Ya, although it feels as if the whole world knows that he has participated in shorting Vivendi Universal, in fact, the news is only spread in a small circle except for being asked by people from Nomura Securities in Tokyo. The Latin Gang, who was obsessed with fighting in the US stock market, got no news at all. Estefan and others who went to Spain to block themselves at the premiere were very purposeful.

Sure enough, after chatting, "APLUS, technology and Internet stocks are rebounding now. Are you satisfied with the status quo of Littman's listed companies?" Estefan began to blatantly spy on information. It didn't satisfy their Latin gang at all. They returned some blood, but they were still locked up.

"It's okay." Song Ya pretended to be stupid.

"I noticed that the CrimeReads website has not improved. The browsing experience criticized by Icahn Capital's short-selling report before the stock market crash is still very bad. APLUS, as the chairman of Litman Media, do you want to ask yourself?" Said a Latin gang member.

"CrimeReads is a listed company with its own cost accounting system and management..." Song Ya replied.

"I heard that after the stock market crash, both the cost of infrastructure such as bandwidth and the salary of programmers have dropped significantly. Now should be a good time to make up lessons."

Estefan’s understanding of the industry has progressed rapidly. It is true. With the stock market crash, the hot money invested in the Internet industry has plummeted. Companies have to lay off employees and tighten investment. As a result, companies such as optical fiber and optical cable, which were expanding aggressively before, immediately fell into a desperate situation. , programmers are also cheaper.

"I know."

Song Ya smiled at the Latin gang, "But I'm sorry, please forgive me for not being able to reveal anything more to the outside world."

"Give me a hint?" The other party still refused to give up the entanglement.

In the past, Song Ya would definitely become impatient, but now his temper has calmed down a lot, and he continued to answer softly: "Any hint I make will be suspected of insider trading, Mr. Estefan, we are friends, but... In short, the stock market is risky, so do your own homework.”

He smiled and patted each other's arm, "We're going on stage, sorry."

"This kid, now he is completely with those bastards on Wall Street who play money-making games, and don't even think about how much money and global fame he has made by relying on our cup of life!" Song Ya, who was sitting in front of the big screen with Kschneider and others, was indignant, "Obviously everyone is rebounding. As the banker of a listed company under the Littman Media Department, he can easily pull back a lot by leaking points through his fingers." , but he just did nothing and let himself go!"

"There were so many people just now, we were in a hurry. Let's go to the hotel and have a good chat with him after this event." Estefan still had expectations. He knew the relationship between Song Ya and Shakira, and believed that he It's still worth saving face, "Stop complaining, it's not that you don't know how much he has lost, it's not easy for everyone..."

"Mr. APLUS, there are rumors that you participated in the short-selling of French stocks, which caused Vivendi Universal to drop the limit? Can you talk about this?"

Just like in Tokyo, a reporter suddenly asked about something completely unrelated to the movie.

Vivendi Universal hit the limit on the first day of resumption of the market, and the market value has just evaporated more than 16 billion euros. The Latin Gang naturally knew that Estefan and others looked at Song Ya who was calm on the stage, and then turned their heads to look at each other. At first, they couldn't believe it. , but think about it...

They know the grievances between Song Ya and Bronfman Jr., and they also know that the bet between the two of them who will go bankrupt first is true. They understand Song Ya's character better, and the more they think about it, the more likely they feel.

"Uh, I know that Vivendi Universal has encountered great difficulties today. Many artists under Universal are my personal good friends. I have done some attention and understanding, but there are not many things that can answer your question. I I am a layman, and I am praying for them just like you, wishing them to get through this difficult time and get better and better in the future..."

Unable to deny and unwilling to admit, Song Ya did not reprimand the questioner like Tokyo did, nor questioned the other party's origin and motives, but only spoke a few words in a calm tone.

"I mean, are you involved?"

"Let's talk about movies, let's talk about movies, thank you." Song Ya smiled at the other party and handed the microphone to Zack Schneider.

The friends around her hadn't reacted yet, but Estefan was so shocked that she opened her mouth and silently made the mouth shape of 'WTF', and then her brain went blank, and her whole body fell into a petrified state.

"Congratulations, Mr. Robertson, I saw what you said to the reporter... yes, it was on the news."

At the end of the event, the Latin Gang did not come to the hotel. Song Ya saw the news of the reporter interviewing Julian Robertson, called him on time, and complimented him with a smile.

"Haha! I don't deny that this time I got a lot of limelight. Maybe some people on Wall Street will start to envy me."

Julian Robertson was naturally in a good mood. A short-selling report caused a major earthquake in the French capital market. The multinational giants dropped their limit and their market value shrank by nearly 20%. This is the best compliment and the best advertisement for fund managers. This honor should have been shared with you and me, Mister Black Pharaoh."

"The black pharaoh is too nasty haha, just call me APLUS."

The two touted each other a few words, and then began to discuss the strategy for the next day, "Look, Messier and the others have a new move." Julian Robertson reminded Song Ya to watch the news midway.

At the headquarters of Vivendi, a convoy of Renault and Peugeot cars stands firm at the gate. In the picture, Messier shakes hands with the bosses getting off the car, and generously accepts reporters to take pictures.

"Vivendi Global CEO Messier held closed-door meetings overnight with senior executives from the French government, BNP Paribas, Societe Generale, and Crédit Lyonnais to discuss countermeasures..." the news voice-over said.

Messier himself deliberately stayed at the end of the crowd and accepted an interview with a reporter, "Every acquisition of our Vivendi Universal has been successful. We have taken the right path but it cannot be reflected in the stock price? This makes I'm personally very confused..."

"Please rest assured that we will be able to find the most suitable solution in the shortest possible time..." he said.

This lineup... the French All-Star Team? Both Song Ya and Julian Robertson calmed down from their joyful moods, their opponents began to react quickly, and market confidence would be greatly restored.

Tomorrow, tomorrow will no longer be a sneak attack but a positional warfare. It should be another bloody day, right?

"Your father."

Bronfman Jr. also saw the news. He was gnashing his teeth at the TV when the president of Seagram Liquor came over to remind him to answer the phone.

"Thank you." He was moved to thank him. Ron Meyer saw the wind turn the steering wheel, and Doug Morris and Barry Diller hid on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean to listen to the announcement. Unexpectedly, in the end, the family veteran he hated the most loyally accompanied him. Beside, "Father." He took the phone and greeted with shame.

"I heard that Messier intends to take back the family's power in Seagram Universal?" Bronfman asked the elder.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I..."

"It's okay, child, life will never be smooth, and we will get through this difficulty." Old Bronfman comforted his son.

"But now I have no license, I don't know what to do... I have once again caused a great loss to the family... I am so naive, everyone will laugh at me tomorrow." Listening to his father's voice, little Bronff Man also choked up, and apologized remorsefully.

"It's just paper wealth. It's always like this. It goes up and down with the stock market."

The old Bronfman said: "Don't worry about the opinions of the outside world. During the period after the sale of DuPont shares, the outside world ridiculed the world. Haven't we also survived? Do you have other things to do in France now?"

"I have a dinner appointment tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, but it's meaningless now..."

"No, continue to appear in social situations in the best condition, don't let others see your weakness, and don't provoke Messier or make the French, especially the French government, suspicious. In short, you should be patient and go according to the original plan Finish what you have to do, and then come back... Back to Canada, let's have a good chat."

"I don't have the face to go back to see you..." Bronfman was very moved by his father's disregard of previous suspicions. At this moment when he was most vulnerable... this familiar voice was as warm as the sun in winter.

"I don't have time to sigh and sigh, my child, come back, no matter what the storm is, we can discuss it together when we come back, there will always be a solution."

"Um!"

'Vivendi Universal's countermeasures meeting continues and we have not seen any participants leave...'

At 2 o'clock in the morning on June 21st, French time, the local news made a brief live broadcast. The camera slowly moved upwards, and finally stopped at the brightly lit top floor of the Vivendi headquarters.

At the same time, CNBC in the United States also issued a newsletter.

‘Just now, Lehman Brothers also issued a short report on Vivendi Universal Group. The report is more focused on the French Vivendi Group than the previous one by Tiger Fund. Lehman Brothers believes that there are major problems in the calculation of the consolidated goodwill of Vivendi after the acquisition of Seagram Global, and Vivendi still has abuses. Reserve funds, concealing huge debts, and double-calculating the operating income of its medical companies totaling about 1.5 billion knives and other fraudulent behaviors. Lehman Brothers jokingly concluded at the end of the short report: In order to swallow Seagram Global, Vivendi has maxed out its credit cards...'

The U.S. Department of Commerce also confirmed to our reporter that a monopoly lawsuit by the six major record companies in the early years is still in the process of litigation, and Universal Music, formerly known as Universal Music and Polygram Records, will bear 5% of the total fine Ten or so. Professionals predict that the amount of fines may well be a record...'