"How can I sleep?" said Bronfman, the old man, "It's a pity that such an excellent young man has become the enemy of Edgar Jr."

"Okay, APLUS should release the news that we are trying to sell Sigram wine industry as soon as possible, otherwise the bears will not let him go."

This move can provide a bottom-up effect, but it cannot solve the short-term crisis next Monday. Instead, selling high-quality assets is equivalent to admitting that the company has a big problem in disguise. Messier is still worried, "We have to think of some other solutions."

"How about going to the market for rice?" Old Bronfman said suddenly.

"What!?" Messil exclaimed in dismay.

"Take the remaining business on the New York Stock Exchange. I have explored Solomon Mebon before. Solomon Mebon should have attracted a lot of low-priced stocks. They should be willing to hold these shares for a long time. As long as we hire them to assist in financial restructuring and debt reduction when we go to the rice listing."

Old Bronfman finally showed his fangs, "Other banks should also be willing to take on this big business and turn enemies into friends. We will hire Anderson to formally be responsible for the comprehensive audit of Vivendi Global. Endorsement of your fake accounts, and we will pass the current level first."

"We Vivandi have no problem with fake accounts." Messil did not admit it.

"Enough!"

The moment when Old Bronfman burst out was like a real lion, "Stop lying to me with such words to deceive Edgar!"

But the lion soon became powerless and collapsed on the sofa with his heart covering his mouth. The escort quickly sent medicine to feed him and swallowed it.

Messier thoughts about this scene. As a manager of a multinational giant with a market value of 100 billion yuan, the other party's proposal made him suddenly enlightened and quickly learned from it. "Going to the New York Stock Exchange involves too many stakeholders, banks, investors, French government... We also need to face the US regulatory agencies, such as the Wall Street sheriff..."

"We're facing it now, Spitzer is already investigating Lylecorn."

Bronfman, the old man, took a breath and said, "This is the best way I can think of. If you have a better idea, you might as well say it. We are already flooding our necks."

"No, no, your idea is good, but I need to enrich some details and check for omissions."

Messil's smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and walked silently in the castle hall for a long time.

Old Bronfman didn't bother him anymore.

"I need to go back and hold an emergency meeting!" Messil thought it through and left quickly.

"Mr. Paulson?"

The next morning, Song Ya was waiting for Eddiechen's call, but unexpectedly received a call from Goldman Sachs boss Paulson.

"APLUS, are you going to accept the sum of Messier and Bronfmann? Take out funds to bid for Sigram?" Paulson asked.

"That's just their advice, I'm still thinking about...you wait, wait..."

Song Ya answered and felt something was wrong, "You Goldman Sachs are also involved?"

"I can't disclose..."

All M-FXXK is a mouse hidden behind me! The poisonous snake! Song Ya feels very unhappy. Maybe those guys are secretly preparing to get out of the Tiger Fund! "After all, I helped you stand up and scold Greenspan last time. It's not good to communicate without any news!?"

"Uh, that's two different things." Paulson was a little embarrassed on the other end of the phone, "Anyway, you'll notify me as soon as you make a decision."

"Why?" Anyway, the money has been withdrawn, and all the air chips in hand are all there, so Song Ya is very confident.
Chapter completed!