Chapter 1398 The Second Movement

A roaring fire warms the body and mind

It rains and snows outside

"Dididi..."

As soon as the alarm rang, Song Ya woke up immediately. He yawned and got up to wash up.

The cold water sprayed down from the shower, he propped his arms against the wall, let the water wash over his body, and his brain quickly woke up.

Regarding the monopolistic behavior of the five major players in the recording industry to jointly maintain resale prices, it is an old bargaining chip in my hand. I have played it out before, but now...

Among the five Sony Columbia, BMG, EMI, Universal, and Warner, with Universal being acquired by Vivendi, only Warner is left as a pure American local company, and its market share is at the bottom of the list, so the proportion of fines that need to be borne is natural It's also the lowest, the Ministry of Commerce punishes it without fucking psychological pressure, and it's easy for Underwood's kind of Capitol Hill power-handler to handle it well.

Choosing to break the news again last night was a plan that he and Underwood had agreed upon long ago. The intention was very simple, that is, to throw out another bad news, no matter whether it was powerful enough or not, the bad news continued to hit Vivendi Universal, and it was always good for the Avengers. The alliance is favorable.

But what he didn't expect was that Lehman Brothers also moved at almost the same time.

Much of the content in Lehman’s short-selling report was a repeat of Tiger Fund’s first report. The calculated operating income seems to have sufficient evidence, and other items such as the abuse of reserves, the calculation of consolidated goodwill, and the concealment of huge debts are quite speculative.

But in any case, the fact that Lehman, the fourth largest investment bank in the United States, showed its status as a friendly army and ended in a high-profile manner, or that it may have already ended, is always beneficial to itself.

The corners of Song Ya's mouth curled up, and she smiled slightly. Julian Robertson angrily guessed the reason for Lehman's sudden exit during the call last night. It was probably just because Lehman's chief investment officer was jealous of the spotlight and praise he enjoyed yesterday.

"People are not cold machines. Wall Street elites are also people, and they also have feelings and vanity. Do you know that in APLUS, many high-profile figures will even change their appearance quietly, playing the violin at the subway entrance in New York to decompress, and earn three melons and two dates by the way. So don't If you take them too rationally, we had a very bad relationship before."

Julian Robertson said.

Subway entrance? After time travelling, I really didn’t have the chance to see what the inside of a subway station in New York looks like. I got rich too fast.

Song Ya thought to herself. He prefers to believe that Lehman is because he is afraid that Vivendi Global will get the support of the French government and many banks in the closed-door meeting last night.

Today I will spend a lot of money to rescue the market, so I will throw out a short-selling report and continue to smash the market.

If even Lehman is worried, then today is very dangerous. On this point, Song Ya and Julian Robertson have different judgments.

After taking a shower, he wiped it casually, then went out wrapped in a towel, and got a note from Old Mike.

"Ahhh, babble...cough cough."

It was Song Zecheng who compiled all kinds of information that happened when he fell asleep, and Song Ya threw it into the toilet after reading it and flushed it.

"It will be successful..."

After the unshakable hanging voice every day, he was full of energy and devoted himself to business. The main content of his work was to call back his personal lawyer.

"Yes, yes, yes... boss, I know, I understand, I understand... yes..."

Song Zecheng graciously agreed to his remote control instructions one by one, and then resolutely implemented them.

"Bill, the boss once again emphasized the implementation of the new plan we discussed last night, is there no problem?"

He closed his phone and asked Bill Huang, who was snoring and eating.

"Sorry, APLUS is just your boss. I need to wait for my boss to confirm." After yesterday's tailwind battle, Bill Huang seemed a little swollen and replied without raising his head.

"OK..."

Song Zecheng called Julian Robertson again at the appointed time, and then handed the phone to the other party with a smile.

Bill Huang finished the chat in a few words, and returned the phone with an ugly face.

"Is there no problem?" Song Zecheng asked.

"Yeah." Bill Huang replied reluctantly, and then went on to deal with his breakfast: two packs of instant noodles.

At 9 am on June 21, 2000, Paris time, it was the second trading day after Vivendi Universal resumed trading.

The short-selling team simply tidied up their hygiene and began to prepare for battle. After Lehman jumped out, Song Ya, who had already planned to fight, and Julian Robertson, who was more radical, made some compromises. The original plan was changed to withdraw about half of the principal and reduce the leverage appropriately. Part of the remaining half of the principal and yesterday's profit will be divided, and more hedging products will be purchased to balance the risk.

"Let me just say that this means that we have to close the position first, and then look for opportunities to re-enter the market. This will bring a certain amount of pressure to our short side friends, and I can't guarantee that we will get a profit when we re-enter the market." It is unlikely that the cost will be satisfactory if we get enough chips ... which means that we will inevitably give back some of yesterday's profit."

Bill Wong said.

"Shouldn't there be any shortage of opponents today?" Song Zecheng asked.

"Should? I hate playing futures with wishful laymen the most."

Bill Huang Youyou's sarcasm.

"In short, just follow the plan. I believe in the professionalism of you and your partners." Song Zecheng ended the conversation without arguing with him.

"Wait, wait...be patient, OK! That's a good price, let's get started!"

"OK! Flattened!"

"Buy, buy, buy! Let's continue to borrow! Re-open the warehouse! Can't you buy it for 73 euros? Increase by 10 cents! 20 cents?"

"Okay! It's heavy! Someone is against you!"

"Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!"

As the Paris Bourse opened its doors, the room was as lively as yesterday, with traders chatting loudly and encouraging each other.

"is this okay?"

At ten o'clock in the morning, Harley sat on Song Yachen's lap after training with Song Yachen. The two watched the market together warmly. There was an astonishing amount of transactions and turnover, and the current slight increase of 1.2% reached $74.30.

"It's okay, it's good for me for the time being." Song Ya replied.

"Why? Aren't we shorting?" Harry asked again.

"Very complicated……"

Song Ya also half understood, and chose to repeat Julian Robertson's words: "I'm just saying that for the time being, the general direction is to hope that Vivendi Universal will continue to plummet. Wait, Lehman's statement last night should work... right? ?”

"You don't even have confidence in yourself." Harry pouted.

"It's true that the computer in front of you is not a wishing tree!"

"..."

The two of them were chatting with each other warmly, when Old Mike walked in, "It's time for us to go."

"Tu y yo! Ale ale ale! Go go gol! Ale ale ale..."

In the studio of the local music channel, accompanied by cheerful accompaniment, Song Ya did not know how many times he performed the Cup of Life live.

Little Bronfman, who has been bruised all over by life, strictly abided by his old father's suggestion this time, and appeared at the top social occasions in Paris according to the original schedule. As for the two choices Messier gave him? He also relented, that is to say, he will retain the false titles of chairman and CEO according to the request of the other party, but will no longer intervene in the specific affairs of Seagram Global.

The Bronfmans lost control of the Seagram Liquor business, which had been firmly in their hands since 1928.

The outside world doesn't know yet, and the calm water has not yet had a ripple.

Of course, he has been keeping an eye on the stock market. Before the market closed at noon, Vivendi Universal had rebounded to around 75 euros. Messier still had some tricks, which made him feel better. After all, Messier promised After the crisis is resolved, the government will be returned to itself.

A top stunner at the luncheon attracted his attention, and just as he was about to go over and impress her with the demeanor of a nobleman, the girl threw herself into the arms of a blond man, oh, it's Xiao Lizi.

It's a bit difficult... Although Xiao Lizi's career suffered a big blow after the movie "The Beach" failed at the box office, he is still handsome. He is completely worthy of the name of a walking sex hunting machine. Women can't walk when they see him.

He shook his head and smiled, and walked away silently.

"It looks like someone is trying to lure more..."

It was not so easy for Messier. Credit Lyonnais did not agree to his request for help last night, and the French government also planned to wait and see.

He talked nervously with his subordinates, pointed to a slightly sharp corner of the K-line after the market opened and said, "Is it not normal? And here, here..."

That place is actually the time when the Avengers closed their positions.

"It's also possible that a large institution has left the market with a profit, and they have already made a lot of money." The subordinate comforted.

"Really? The first time Lehman Brothers started targeting us?" Messier was not convinced.

Spain eats very late at noon, but Song Ya didn't have this habit. After recording the show, he returned to the hotel and had dinner with Harley.

"Hahaha! Don't make trouble if you hate it!" While frolicking, the phone rang, Song Ya agreed after connecting, and then turned on the TV.

‘Yesterday’s Vivendi Universal? '

Karros, who was attending a financial seminar, was asked by a reporter about what happened yesterday. He thought for a while and said: "This is normal. If you pay attention, you will find that the debts of the relevant countries have increased significantly after the birth of the euro. , their businesses also have access to almost unlimited and thinly-managed financing to massively expand globally, which is bound to create its own set of problems, and yesterday may have been just a reflection of that unhealthy state."

'I haven't paid much attention to Vivendi Universal, I think we have to pay more attention to their banks...'

"Wow..." Song Ya sighed, Karas has always had bad words for Europeans, but it seemed to confirm that his Quantum Fund was not involved in this matter.

"A failure this morning! A failure!"

In Paris, Bill Huang was very dissatisfied with the results in the morning. He kept complaining to his boss Julian Robertson, "If we were more determined...they were only one breath away, and they were completely finished in one breath, but now..."

"OK, time is up!" Song Zecheng slapped his hands and urged, "Shun Ross' statement at noon is beneficial to us!"

"Damn it, the futures market is changing rapidly, and all of us are still acting according to the plan we made last night! Have you called APLUS?" Bill Huang asked.

"Yes, my boss likes discipline." Song Zecheng replied.

"Come on, a hip-hop star..."

"Stop rambling! Do your job well Bill!" Song Zecheng scolded him, "The transaction will be resumed soon."

"What a fucking sissy!"

Bill Huang muttered softly and reluctantly went back to work, his fingers flying over the keyboard, but his attention was on Old Hei behind him.

"Mr. Song." Sure enough, the old black man with glasses on his back was very knowledgeable, so he immediately called Song Zecheng and whispered a small report.

"What's the matter with you!" Song Zecheng grabbed his wrist, "What does the word plan mean? Don't say you don't know Bill!"

"I made a mistake." He just tried to transfer the funds used in hedging operations to short positions.

"I'll report. Don't do any operations yet." Song Zecheng took out his mobile phone and complained to Julian Robertson on the spot.

"The situation is very good now. Ross's statement at noon has destabilized major French bank stocks, and Vivendi Global will inevitably not get more support." In the previous phone call, Julian Robertson had actually confessed to Bill Huang. I did it, but I didn't expect Song Ya to stare so closely.

"Mr. Robertson, my boss did not agree with you to do this." Song Zecheng protested.

"What about others? I can't get in touch!"

"Blade Warrior? Yes, he is a superhero in Marvel comics, created in the 1970s... Haha, it may have something to do with the social trend at that time. During that time, Marvel did start to increase the superheroes of ethnic minorities. The creation of heroes..."

Song Ya is being interviewed by a local English radio station. There is no language barrier. The host is also very professional and only talks about movies. The two have a very happy chat.

"Did they say that? Haha, yes, the directors of The Matrix, the Zoworski Brothers, did invite me to play the male lead, but due to schedule issues, we didn't reach a cooperation... Regret? Of course a little bit, but you know in Hollywood……"

He noticed that Old Mike was waving his mobile phone at himself outside, "There are too many invitations like this in Hollywood, and I need to distinguish a really good script from countless opportunities, which is actually very difficult, and I feel that sometimes it is similar to gambling. Anyway...Harry knows more about it than I do, you can ask Harry."

He winked at the host and Harry, took off his earphones and tiptoed out.

"Mr. Robertson, I will not allow this to happen again!"

After listening to Song Zecheng's narration, the smile on his face quickly disappeared, "I know, I know what kind of game we are playing, but I don't like things going in an uncontrolled direction! Luuring?"

Julian Robertson said that judging from today's situation, it is very likely that Vivendi Universal has received sufficient financial support. Song Ya woke up immediately, but after biting her lip and thinking for a long time, she said: "I don't care if there is any possibility that many parties are trying to lure the air...we said Okay, strictly implement the plan this time, it’s not just your money and mine!”

"It's nothing to discuss...I accept your and Bill Huang's apology, well, let's not make an example."

"Zecheng, I have a deal with Julian Robertson... yes." He called Song Zecheng again.

"He's losing his temper, we can't do without him," Song Zecheng said. Bill Huang here is already slacking off on his seat for non-violent non-cooperation.

"Don't we have a plan?" Song Ya replied coldly: "Follow the plan, don't make me emphasize it again!"

Then Miao Miao returned to the studio with a smile on his face, "Yes, I debuted at the age of fifteen, yes, in the poor neighborhood of Chicago's South Side..."

"Bill, you have to do your job!"

The room was very air-conditioned, but Song Zecheng was already sweating on his forehead. He looked at the K line that Vivendi Universal was still slowly going up on the computer screen, "Otherwise, don't blame me!"

"I don't blame you." Bill Huang replied lazily.

"You asked for it!"

Song Zecheng gritted his teeth and winked at the silencer. Although the silencer was a muscular guy with a vicious face, he was really not a ruthless character. He looked at Song Zecheng hesitantly.

"That's right, I asked for it, how about it?" Bill Huang was still bickering, "Afraid of the bank? Can the bank directly feed the funds into Vivendi Universal's mouth or something? Only a layman thinks that with the support of the bank, the world will be successful. Invincible, I..."

"Tsk!"

The other traders stretched their necks to look this way, Song Zecheng narrowed his eyes impatiently, pulled out the pistol from the silencer, and with a crisp sound of pulling the gun, the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against the back of Bill Huang's head.

"No, no, Harley and I knew each other very early, OK? Nine...ninety-one?"

Song Ya, who was still chattering in the studio, did not expect that there was still a listener in London for this program, Edison Mitchell of Deutsche Bank, "This kid should have run away in the morning, at least he did, for laymen to see In this situation, I probably don’t dare to continue playing…”

Edison Mitchell was not as crazy as yesterday. After careful study and judgment, he ordered his subordinates, "We smashed wildly in the late trading! Send out the short selling report immediately after the closing! M-FXXK Julian Robertson and Lehman are both Trash, they don't want to steal God's thunder!"

There will be a dinner in the evening, and Bronfman Jr. has already returned to the family castle. He is satisfied with the performance of Vivendi Universal’s stock price today, and it still rebounded by nearly a point five minutes before the market closed. In terms of size, it has been greatly increased.

'Today, Vivendi Universal is still showing signs of decline, with a sharp drop of 4% at the close...'

"WTF?" Thinking he heard it wrong, he crawled forward from the back seat and slapped the car radio hard.