“By Monday, there are only fifty-eight hours left.”

After watching the two tycoons leave, Song Ya glanced at the time and said, "Call Julian." He said to Sloan: "I promised to vent with him before."

"You don't respond much to the old guy's last harsh words. It's not like you before." Sloan took out his cell phone and said while dialing.

"Haha, I'm just crazy with my eyes red, I can't do it. Uh, let's find another place..."

I have already made 2.4 billion yuan by shorting Vivendi Global. Song Ya has a good mentality, and this is not the 4 billion yuan net worth in the stock market. I want to sell all the 4 billion yuan stocks in the short term and can't sell them to the 2.4 billion yuan price, "Julian..."

French police came to this hotel, and the two of them then went out and got into the back seat of Old Mike's car. Song Yayan said concisely: "I just met Messier and Old Bronfman. They seemed to be planning to sell the Sigram wine industry to bail out the difficulties."

Messier and Bronfmann, the elder, came to see him, but they didn't talk about serious matters. If they think: they really plan to continue to smash the market next week, and let them participate in the bidding for Sigram Wine Industry through the news, and then return some music copyrights left on Universal Records. This condition is not tempting.

Sigram Wine Industry is selling under the auction situation. Even if you get news in advance and have more time to raise funds, you can't spend a penny less money to buy it.

So Song Ya and Sloan judged that the two tycoons' chances of leaving the short side in this trip are still greater.

"Did you meet them?" Julian Robertson was a little unfamiliar with the news. He had been chatting for less than half an hour just now, but he still knew nothing.

“Yes, private.”

Song Ya replied that Messier and Bronfmann, the Sr., did not ask for confidentiality, and perhaps they wanted to use their own mouth to promote the issue of Sigram's wine industry on the shelves. It is not difficult for them to speculate that they will inevitably explain this meeting to their friends in the air afterwards.

“This will lead to APLUS with short-selling minds next week.”

Julian Robertson was a little dissatisfied. As a veteran in the industry, he instantly considered the negative impact, "You don't need to meet them privately at such a sensitive time."

"There is no way, they took the initiative to come to my dinner and asked to chat privately under everyone's gaze. I don't want to look too ungraceful." Song Ya said.

"Dinner? Messier and Bronfmann, the elder? Then they don't mean they take the initiative to bow to you?"

Julian Robertson was surprised, "So many pairs of eyes, would it be humiliating to face them at that time?"

"almost."

"Wow, APLUS, you got what you want."

Julian Robertson knew the original intention of the Avengers, "or Messier and Bronfmann, the old Bronfmann, gave you what you want, and things will spread tomorrow... no one will have any doubts about your tycoon status. Wow, that's Bronfmann!" He exclaimed.

"Just worthless vanity."

Song Ya was a little comfortable being photographed by the Wall Street boss, "I feel a bit like I've beaten the younger one now, attracting the old one, and it's even harder to deal with."

"What to deal with? We've cleared up anyway." Julian Robertson asked with a smile: "Do you want to kill you next week?"

Song Ya asked back: "What do you think? After all, we now have more information than Lehman, Deutsche and others."

"Well……"

Julian Robertson judged on the other end of the phone for a while, "Sigram Wine Industry is not in line with Vivendi's original strategic direction, so there were rumors before the acquisition of Global Global that they would split it up and sell it. If Messil thought so, it would not be too surprised to the outside world. However, Sigram Wine Industry is a small number of high-quality assets within Vivendi Global. It is eager to sell it at this point in time, which means that Vivendi Global admits that it is facing great difficulties. Their stock price will never return to the 89 euros before the plunge, and the bears will be less pressure."

"Low pressure? This also means that Vivendi Global can reap huge amounts of cash in the short term, right?" Song Ya asked.

"Of course, the upper limit of Vivendi Global's market value has become lower, but the lower limit has become higher, and the profit margin of speculators will be compressed." Julian Robertson is professional.

"So their response is pretty good?"

"It's good to solve short-term difficulties," said Julian Robertson. "The traditional industry like the wine industry can be used as a family business and has been passed down. Seagram has a lot of old brands that are more than a hundred years old. If this is not your interest, there are actually some good game companies in Vivendi Global, such as Blizzard Entertainment."

“I don’t play games.”

There is no fun in programming games like RAP women singing and dancing. Song Ya touched Sloan who was watching on the back of his phone.

Sloan reacted enthusiastically, holding his face and kissing him for a long time, and then he took the initiative to kiss him like Harley...

"Hahaha! What else does Messil and Bronfman have to say?" Julian Robertson inquired.

"No...basically gone."

"It's the old one who comes forward to talk to you now, but what about the young one? Bronfman is still the chairman of the board of directors of Seagram Global. He also holds the main assets of the Bronfman family. The old one actually has no money. Are you afraid that after the negotiations with the old one, when they survive the crisis, the young one turns back and refuses to accept it?" Julian Robertson asked again.

"I will keep communicating with the old people these two days on weekends and bargain, just to see their sincerity."

"OK, we keep communicating at any time."

The beauty has a rare heart and cannot be disappointed. After throwing away her phone, Song Ya immediately locked the back of her head with a pair of iron pliers.

Sloan resisted competitively for a while, and soon, her hands were unconsciously waving in the air like a drowning person, slapping the man's body and begging for mercy.

“Are we going to contact APLUS?”

In London, Deutsche Bank's news sources are faster, mainly because they have abundant resources to keep an eye on Messier's movements. The three tycoons got a tip soon after they met. The subordinates immediately called Eddiechen, the boss of the global financial department. "We don't know what those three people talked about. Whether it's buying APLUS or forcing them, APLUS is likely to reverse the situation next Monday."

"Old Bronfman? Where is the young one?" Eddison asked with a frown: "What's the use of an old one? No money or shares."

"I'm back to Canada." The subordinate replied: "But it seems that he has united Messier again. Bronfman Jr. has been excluded from the core meeting by Messier."

"Um."

The former president of the Ethnic Conference still has a reputation. After thinking about it, Eddiechen felt that he really had to respect it. "Continue to keep watching, it's too late, I'll talk about everything tomorrow." He is not a person in the entertainment industry who sings every night. His life is very regular and he has already gone to bed.

Messier and Bronfmann, the old work and rest are actually healthier than him, but they can't sleep now. They arrived at the Bronfmann family's castle in the same car.

"That kid is really a character. He seemed to be completely unwilling to the risk of speculation just now."

The two really don’t know that Song Ya has already run away. No matter how meticulous Messier observes, I can’t feel how nervous Song Ya is during the talks. “Think about it, this is terrible, isn’t it? Americans really want to see a mixed-race super rich man appear?”

"It's not our turn to care about this now."

Old Bronfmann heard the vague malicious intention towards APLUS in his words. The two of them didn't talk much in detail. After they arrived in Paris, they immediately persuaded him to meet APLUS.

"How about you rest and we'll talk tomorrow?"

Messil was very unhappy with the look he had encountered at the dinner just now, which was also a great humiliation for him, especially when Arnold of LVMH and Pino of PPR were both present.

But there is no way, I have to save myself first. Although my status and influence in the French business world seem to be comparable to Arnault and Pino, I am just a senior manager after all, and I still have a gap with those real rich people.

If it weren't for internal and external difficulties, he wouldn't have gone to APLUS dinner, nor would he even get involved with Bronfmando, because he had previously instigated Bronfman to change the merger and acquisition form to a full stock exchange, rather than the cash and stocks that he had agreed with Bronfman. This led to the Bronfman family being deeply trapped in Vivendi Global and their assets were greatly reduced.

Legend has it that Bronfman Jr. locked him up on the day he signed the contract. If it weren't for the great difficulties of Vivendy Global, maybe this old man wouldn't have any good face to him in the future, right?

"I won't care about that." He recalled the first thing Bronfman said to himself after he arrived, "Now we have to work together to get through the difficulties. Do you agree with Messil?"

"Of course, I agree."

Messil replied, but it was only to say good things. He had deprived Bronfman of his little one before, and now his dad is here... but it's useless, right? Who told you to entrust all your business to your baby son early?

The blame for the plunge is finally over to the Global System. Specifically, it is Def  Jam Records' president named Lyle Cohen. This is not something to be discussed, otherwise his CEO position may not be guaranteed. Vivendi's internal rebellion is already very popular, and there are French regulatory authorities...

"OK, I'm going to meet APLUS, are you going with me?"

Old Bronfman did not say anything nonsense and immediately proposed: "The speculators on the short side cannot be a solid piece of the board, which creates some small distrust between them."

"This is OK..." Messil thought about it and felt that this idea was good. He was still confident in Vivendi Global's fundamentals. Now it is a question of market confidence. "But APLUS came to Paris to sign the acquisition contracts of two American companies at this time, which is too arrogant."

"He hated Edgar young," said Bronfman, the old man in pain.

It would be strange if you don’t hate it? Your son has caused APLUS to lose at least hundreds of millions of book wealth. Messil complained in his heart, "You go too? I don’t know what young people like APLUS will say to you in public. What are you going to do then?"

"Apology, ask him to stop, or something..." Old Bronfman replied.

Messil couldn't help but be moved. The former Jewish business leader in front of him, who was once a powerful American, has now fallen to ask for a mixed-race newcomer? Still under the gaze of many people...

He looked at the other person again. His hair and clothes were well-managed, but he could not hide his aging. He had more civilized sticks in his hand than when he met at the beginning of the year. He could not see any violent emotional fluctuations when he said the word "request".

After all, he still has the true nature of a hero! Messil thought to himself. "Why didn't I see Edgar? Didn't he go back to Canada to pick you up?"

"No, don't worry, he is no longer a problem." Old Bronfman shook his head.

"It's no longer a problem..." Messil was shocked. It turned out to be a private wine dealer. It's so cruel!

"Don't get me wrong, I just let him stay in Montreal and reflect on me."

The old lion hasn't reached the poison yet, and the old Bronfman said: "We need to take out something to impress APLUS. I know that he cares about the copyright of the song, and the others... How about we take the Sigram wine industry to bail out as soon as possible?"

Haha, it turns out that I am waiting for me here? Messil immediately became alert, "Vewandi Global has this plan, but now it will cause market confidence to decline again."

"The auction should be able to sell at a good price, and it can raise 70 to 9 billion yuan in a short period of time." Bronfman said: "In this case, speculators will not have much short-selling room for the time being."

"Short time? What are you going to do?" Messil thought it was true, he asked.

"This weekend, the official documents will be released and auctioned on Sigram, with a three-month period. The price of the higher one is very simple," Bronfman, the oldest person will receive.

"Wait, even if it's nine billion yuan, Sigram's wine industry should be more than that price." Messil's heart calculated and answered.

"Well, my cousin and my son retain the shares, go to the new buyer." Old Bronfman replied.

Messier knew what he wanted to do. Now the funds of the Bronfman family in Vivendi Global are divided into three parts. Some belong to Bronfman Jr., concentrated in the Global System, some belong to Bronfman Jr., some belong to Bronfman Jr., some belong to Bronfman Jr., and some are scattered family members, scattered everywhere. The funds raised by Bronfman to replace the loan from Deutsche Bank before still exist in the debt model that Bronfman is burdened by Westbrook.

"I won't pursue anything about the troubles caused by Edgar Little, but my cousin and son only know how to make wine and sell wine. I don't want to see them follow me and Edgar Little," said Bronfman, the old man: "So... let them separate, and the wine business will be theirs in the future."

What? Want to take this opportunity to retain some sparks for the family? Are you really not optimistic about Vivendi Global? Messil is not very happy, "They go to Sigram, and those bad things APLUS may not participate in the bidding. After all, everyone knows that your family has a strong control over Sigram."

"My cousin and son can only hold positions with false titles, retain some final decency and no longer interfere in specific operations." Old Bronfman replied.

It's really decisive to survive with broken arms, but Messil is not a three-year-old child, so he won't let the other party's family escape easily. "Tonight we won't disclose your cousin and son to APLUS for now, I haven't considered it yet."

"Yes, but I have to do this. It's my responsibility and obligation to my relatives, Edgar and I." Bronfmann, the old man, nodded. "If you regret it, we will die together."

"Oh!"

Messil looked over with a sneer. The two kings looked at each other, refused to give in to each other, and finally both compromised and decided to put the issue aside first.

Messier took his thoughts back.
To be continued...