Chapter 1400 Break Up

Little Bronfman fled back to the castle in a hurry. In the evening, he showed up at the dinner party and left the law overnight. He took a private plane and rushed to his home in Canada.

It’s not that he didn’t want to hold his face and socialize for a while. He was surrounded by guests as soon as he showed up at the dinner party. The elegant upper-class people in the past have become no different from street rogues, questioning and complaining in English, French and even Spanish. , scolding, spying.

The market value of Vivendi Global has evaporated by 31 billion euros in three days, but this does not mean that only the 310 billion funds are involved. In fact, many wins and losses have nothing to do with the casino itself of the Paris Exchange, or even the fundamentals of Vivendi Universal.

With the limit down again today, the losses of many parties are extremely heavy.

Most of the parties are people from their own camp. Many customers complained that they saw that they had become more confident in the past two days, so they put money into Vivendi Universal to buy bottoms, and even used leverage to do long.

For example, the fund manager who jumped off the building in the afternoon.

Of course, the unlucky ghost jumped to his death and was unable to make a sound, so he could only become a talking point in others' mouths.

"I heard that one jumped near the Paris Exchange today?"

Song Yawen, who just finished the announcement mission of Blade Warrior 2 in Barcelona.

"As far as I know, there are more than one in Paris. There seems to be a jumping incident on Wall Street, and some people here are against us. Today, not only Vivendi Universal, but also Bank of Paris, Industrial Bank and many other stocks have plummeted. The French media The stock market crash has already begun to describe the tragedy of the domestic stock market this week. It is a gloomy cloud..."

Julian Robertson replied: "Only Vivendi Universal fell by the limit on Tuesday, fell by four points on Wednesday, and fell by the limit again on Thursday. The French will be anxious."

"In this case, shouldn't we start to quit?" Song Ya asked.

"There's no hurry. According to the current panic atmosphere in the French capital market, at least they won't be able to pull back tomorrow. Tomorrow is Friday. They have to make a rescue plan during the weekend. It is estimated that there will be danger next Monday." Julian Robertson replied.

The two chatted about the strategic arrangement for tomorrow. Song Ya himself wanted to run away ten thousand times. He had avenged his revenge and made enough money, but Julian Robertson was still not satisfied. The two had differences, but it was all about Julian Robertson Robertson is more professional and experienced.

"So it's a deal, let's leave at the end of tomorrow?"

According to the sideways market this morning, in the afternoon, following the fake news of Deutsche Bank Edison's good attitude, the market appeared to flee for life.

Song Ya felt that her persistence was indeed a bit conservative, which caused the Avengers to not earn enough, so she made some concessions, "If Vivendi Universal falls to ten points again, we will also start to exit before the suspension of trading for fifteen minutes .”

"After that, fifteen minutes can't change anything." Julian Robertson said: "I judge that the French will not be able to organize any effective resistance tomorrow."

"I'm afraid they will use the excuse of abnormal stock price fluctuations to suspend trading urgently." Song Ya said.

"They also have to take into account the pressure of public opinion."

Today, after Vivendi Universal dropped its limit, the British and American media began to call on the French government to maintain financial freedom. The reputation of the capital market is so strong, and the momentum is quite large.

"Okay." Song Ya agreed.

"By the way, you're going to Paris tomorrow? APLUS, don't blame me for not reminding you. Vivendi Universal and the French probably hate you to the bone now. Is it necessary to take the risk yourself?" Julian Robertson asked again.

"Well, tomorrow I will sign a contract in Paris to sell my wine business and clothing business, as well as the announcement of Blade Runner 2. The itinerary is already set."

Song Ya's original intention was to estimate that the struggle would reach its most intense moment tomorrow. He just got a huge amount of cash and went to Paris to hold the battle in person. He didn't expect the French to lose so quickly...

"I like discipline, following a definite plan, Julian," he said metaphorically.

"Haha, you have earned my respect, Mr. Black Pharaoh."

Julian Robertson complimented, but dismissed.

"Are you really going to Paris tomorrow?" Sloan asked worriedly after listening to the two chatting.

"What do you think?" Song Ya asked back.

Sloan shrugged, "Safety comes first. Aren't you afraid of being blackmailed again? Or something goes wrong with the plane..."

"Didn't Edison from Deutsche Bank jump up and down today and just come out to claim credit? He attracts more hatred than me." Song Ya said.

"But shortly after it was reported yesterday that Lyle Cohen was running away, Lyle Cohen himself appeared outside the New York State Attorney's Office building to refute the rumors, and at the same time took the initiative to go to the case." Sloan shook his head: "Anyone with a discerning eye will guess that we played a role in this matter." character of."

"hey-hey."

Song Ya grinned. It's a pity that it's still too late. It's too late to make a rumor, and it's too late to refute it. No matter how fast Lyle Cohen is, he can't save the confidence of the Paris stock market...

"I was just deceiving Julian Robertson. Starting tonight, I don't plan to reveal all my true thoughts to him..." Song Ya said, "I'm afraid he will run away before me tomorrow, and you also say his tiger The fund has started to accept capital injections on Wall Street again, which means that he has a large amount of funds under his own control again."

"I don't know, are you afraid that he plans to run there first, causing our money to be locked up?" Sloan responded quickly.

"Yes, he knows that I don't want to play anymore, so the basis for cooperation is almost gone."

Song Ya nodded.

"Hmm." Sloan took out one hundred euros appreciatively.

"Keep an account, and slowly deduct from the money you owe me." Song Ya generously pushed the big bill back.

"One yard owned by a yard!"

She raised her voice as if she had been insulted, and forcibly stuffed the money into the man's pocket, "Also, during the day... I only agreed to be with Harley because of the pressure on you... Anyway, it's not an example!"

"Okay, okay." Song Ya hooked her chin with her index finger and answered with a smile.

"You show me the rules!"

"OK, OK..."

"Harry's mouth is tight enough, isn't it?"

"What do you think? You two are so close during the day..."

"Don't mention it any more!"

June 23, 2000, Montreal, Canada, "Father!" Little Bronfman stayed up all night, but insisted on waiting until the housekeeper came to inform him before entering his father's room.

Seeing his father in a wheelchair, with silver hair and wrinkled face, covering his knees with a thin blanket, he felt guilty. It's only been a few years, and his father has already worried so much about getting old. He rushed over pitifully and threw himself in front of his father, "I'm sorry woo woo woo..."

"You're back, little Edgar, it's good to be back."

The old Bronfman stroked his son's head lovingly, "Did you not sleep well last night?" He smiled and pointed at his son's stubble and asked.

"I can't sleep..." said Bronfman Jr.

"Um."

The old Bronfman deliberately left his son out for a while. He looked at the stock machine, and the Paris Stock Exchange had opened again.

There is no longer any long-short battle today, and Vivendi Universal is almost falling at a constant speed.

Fifty-eight, fifty-seven, fifty-six... The stock price plunged towards the fifty mark.

Today the French government did nothing, and under the pressure of the prosecutors in the United States to start an investigation, it also stated that it will soon enter the investigation process against Vivendi's fake accounts. In addition, they also claimed to crack down on illegal speculation, but such words are no different from farting.

While chatting with his father about the family while watching the market, Bronfman became more and more afraid to look at it, "I beat Sam in Paris." He knew that his cousin would definitely sue when he came back without being 'guarded' by bodyguards, so he found a Chance confessed, "He did it first."

"I know."

Sure enough, the old man was not angry, "He came here to make trouble, it's okay, I know you are under a lot of pressure."

"Yes, I'm going crazy, my family..."

"Stop talking, isn't it about to drop ten points?" The old man pointed to the stock machine.

fifty-four……

"Yes, Fifty-Three will enter a 15-minute market break soon." Bronfman Jr. replied.

"Um."

Soon, the father and son saw the suspension of Vivendi Universal's transactions and entered a temporary suspension.

"YES! YES!"

The Avengers’ trading room was filled with papers flying around, and everyone took the opportunity to celebrate. After nearly four days of intense work, the computer screen was stuffed with pizza boxes, instant noodle buckets, paper towels and other sundries, smelling bad and messy Incomparable.

Song Zecheng crossed his arms and looked around calmly, blinking his small eyes behind the lenses.

"Song! Listen!" the silencer yelled suddenly.

"Huh? Be quiet! Be quiet!" Song Zecheng seemed to have heard some other voices, and quickly suppressed the carnival traders.

Bill Huang and the others immediately shut up.

'Whoa, whoa...' is the sound of a French police car siren.

Everyone immediately ran to the window quickly, and hurriedly pushed aside the tight shutter blades.

Sure enough, several police cars were parked on the side of the street. After getting off the car, the French police officers surrounded one police officer, and were led to rush towards the small building next door.

"Huh..." Bill Huang breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Zecheng thought seriously for a while, "Everyone get out of their seats! Stand against the wall! Stand against the wall!" He ordered, "You! Take over Bill's work!"

"What? What?!" Bill Huang saw that the old man with glasses who had been watching from behind these days sat in his seat, and began to operate neatly.

Song Zecheng glared at him, "You have violated the agreement! I will report to the boss!" After a confrontation, he led the other traders and stood against the wall, obediently daring not to speak.

"Emergency, I have the right to deal with emergencies." Song Zecheng looked at the clock, "Muffler!"

Muffler started to turn off the computers one by one, unplugged the power cord, led the old blacks to quickly disassemble the case, took out the hard disk, and then directly poured water into it.

An unpleasant burning smell began to fill the room. Fifteen minutes soon came to an end. The glasses old black continued to trade on Bill Huang's computer, "It's done!" After a few minutes, he roared and raised his hands straight up .

"OMG!"

Bill Huang saw the tall Yang line on the only remaining screen, and knew that the APLUS camp had bought all the stocks and redeemed the empty orders...

"Okay?" The phone in Song Zecheng's arms kept ringing. He glanced at it, recognized Julian Robertson's number, and stuffed it into his arms, refusing to answer it.

Bill Huang didn't dare to ask if it was the boss who called. He had originally agreed to make another contact during the suspension of trading.

"Okay!" The glasses old black replied.

"Go! Go! Leave here, someone will take you out of France!" Song Zecheng slapped the traders out of the room, turned off the last computer, took out the hard drive and handed it to the network security team outside.

The IT men are using professional tools to disassemble the hard drives one by one, prying out the smooth platters, physically destroying the muffler with a hammer, and then messing it up and packing them into garbage bags one by one.

"Okay, I'll report, see you then."

When Bill Huang left, he suddenly felt a little reluctant. He looked back at the room where he had been fighting for a long time. There, he and his partners had done a shocking event, knocking down a company with a market value of 100 billion from the altar.

"There will be a period later. Let's go through the back door." Song Zecheng shook hands with him, and then motioned for the bodyguards to 'escort' the group out until they got into the car and disappeared into the bustling traffic of Paris.

"Let's go too, Go! Go! Go!"

He and the group of Mufflers drove to the outskirts of the city, and dropped off the garbage bags containing broken discs one by one.

"Eh!?"

The stock price of Vivendi Universal rebounded a lot after reopening, and Bronfman Jr. jumped up from his father's side in a jerk.

Messier picked this opportunity to fight back? He was originally excluded from the decision-making level as wishful thinking, but he was soon disappointed. It is estimated that some big players left the market at a profit. After this wave of rebound, the stock price lost its support again, and this time it went straight to the limit of 18.75. The thread falls.

"M-FXXK! It's only morning! That trash Messier!"

Before the lower limit, a large amount of money ran away, but Vivendi Universal finally closed at the lower limit at a stock price of 48 euros. He was so angry that he kicked over his chair angrily.

"Calm down, little Edgar." The old father advised.

"I'm calm now!" He retorted habitually, and immediately realized, "Father! We have to find a way!"

"It is to find a way, and I called you back to find a way." The old man replied.

"To be honest, the market is very irrational, even if Vivendi concealed 10 billion euros of debt from us, it shouldn't be worth only 48 billion euros, no, even if it is worth 10 billion euros? Their fundamentals are not that bad, and I know more about the situation at Seagram Global."

The more Bronfman talked, the more he felt that there was still a chance. He gradually became excited, pacing up and down in front of his father, "Isn't this a good opportunity to seal the bottom and buy the bottom? Let's invest some more money to protect the market and improve the family's status along the way." The shareholding ratio of Vivendi Universal Group, next Monday... yes! Next Monday will definitely rebound! We will do a wave ourselves! Then drive Messier away from the board of directors, now this is the right time, too many shareholders are dissatisfied with him Already!"

"It seems that this idea is... not bad." The old man thought for a while and replied.

"Really? Father, how much money can we raise?"

After getting the affirmation, he became even more excited, "Huh? Are there paintings by Picasso, Monet, and Van Gogh at home?"

"In..." Bronfman Sr. recalled, "in the vault."

"I'll go and have a look? Those oil paintings are doing well now! Especially Monet's set of water lilies!" Of course he knew where the safe was at home, "Did you change the password?"

"No, the key!"

"Oh!" He turned around and took the key from his father, and rushed over excitedly. He skillfully opened a hidden secret door first, and then successfully entered the correct code to cooperate with the key to open the art vault like a bank vault.

'boom! '

As soon as his figure disappeared at the door, old Bronfman closed the door from the outside. The old man who left the wheelchair and stood firmly pressed a few times on the combination lock, then rolled his eyes, and handed the key to a Confidant, "I'm going out for a while, don't starve him."

Thanks to book friend Cao Ya for rewarding a leader again!

Thank you so much!