The Bronfman family felt a little surrounded by wolves. He sighed secretly. Fortunately, the stock price of its ticket booking website soared sharply after it was listed. When he thought of this, he felt much better. He was busy with his three generations of wealth in France, but his value rose rapidly.

"Barry, you always advise me to talk to this and that, why don't you let me talk to your friend Mr. John Malone more?"

Bronfman Jr. calmed down for a while and said, "His TCI has merged with ATandT, and he has gained actual control himself, right? Is ATandT Telecommunications Company not interested in my business at all?"

"No problem, I'll arrange for you two to meet again when I go back."

Barrydiller could only continue to coax.

"Let me talk with him on the phone first."

"Can."

"Now."

"Uh... OK, but you have to do emotional management, don't mess around like you did when you played last time. John is a busy guy."

"Who isn't?"

"OK." Barry Diller took out his cell phone to dial.

Maine, John Malone, a cable godfather in a long-sleeved T-shirt and tactical vest, walked through the private forest he bought, "Sorry, APLUS, just went to answer a call."

"What?" Song Ya, who looked similar to the outfit, turned around.

John Malone smiled and pointed at his ear.

"Oh, sorry." Song Ya took off the big shooting soundproof earmuffs he was wearing, "I am a singer, I want to protect my hearing."

"I understand."

John Malone asked with a smile: "Don't you come here to hunt often?"

"Haha, although I am your neighbor, I haven't bought such good woodland. I'm always growing potatoes, soybeans... and raising pigs."

Song Ya smiled embarrassedly, "And I don't know how to play this." He whispered to the hunting rifle in his hand, "I've played the Blade Warrior, but that's just a prop gun, a flower stand."

"Ha, then I'd better ask you to play golf next time."

"Uh, golf is not good either..."

"Shh!"

John Malone suddenly raised his hand to stop him from talking again, pointing deep into the woods, a deer with beautiful horns slowly passed through the dense forest.

"You..." He pushed Song Ya and signaled that this good opportunity was left to you.

"All right……"

Song Ya smiled bitterly in embarrassment, put on the soundproof earmuffs again, and raised the gun to aim. The old microphone beside him used a telescope to help look at it, and whispered and guided it from time to time.

The other members of the two men smiled and held their guns down, standing behind and watching the scene.

Behind them are some people holding dogs, which is a kind of American fox hunting dog. It is rumored that the founding commander Washington personally bred with a cross-breeding of French and Irish hunting dogs.

Dozens of dogs squatted in discipline and were very quiet.

The deer in the scope did not feel the fatal danger approaching, and walked leisurely to the small puddle, drank water and ate grass.

"Breathe, breathe flat... Pay attention to the wind speed and you can raise the sight a little bit." Old Mike whispered.

It was the first time to create the world. Song Ya was very unfamiliar with this kind of social and fun way for the rich. He pressed his cheek against the gun, held his breath and calmed down, and obediently raised his mind a little.

Perhaps it was because of a sense of emotion that the deer suddenly raised her head and looked here alertly.

He quickly pulled the trigger, and a huge gunshot broke the tranquility of the forest. Birds and small animals flew around and ran around.

John Malone and the others burst into laughter with regret. Song Ya looked through the scope again and the deer was gone.

That probably was a misstep.

Well, he didn't have this kind of hobby of slaughtering animals for fun.

The fox hunters also became restless, and were held by the people who managed them and ordered them to comfort them.

"You need to have a stronger killer instinct APLUS." John Malone smiled and patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"I just want to not be photographed by reporters now. I firmly support the ban on guns..."

Song Ya looked around with a joke.
Chapter completed!