"Wow, Hohoho..."
Little Bronfman sneered on the other end of the phone, and could still hear the applause, "Are you talking about business with me again? APLUS."
"Business is business hehe."
"If I had to bargain with people every time I made a decision, I would be crazy, and twenty-four hours a day would be insufficient."
"Just let me delay for more than a month, okay? It's very simple for you..."
"enough!"
Little Bronfman's tone suddenly turned sharp, "You are so annoying APLUS, I make a decision, and you execute it. This is the easiest way. Any other excuses are wasting our each other's time!"
"I am a singer under your banner, but at the same time, I am also a shareholder of Amerika Music.com... And now eager to crack down on this behavior will increase PolyGram's stock price, and it will also have a negative impact on your acquisition, right?"
He raised this Sloan and immediately waved his hand to warn.
"How the **** did I talk to this guy for so long..."
Little Bronfman really hung up the phone, and Song Ya could still vaguely hear his own verbal abuse before disconnecting.
"What am I talking about? Never talk to him about his business again." Sloan said.
"It doesn't matter if you talk, he won't change his mind, please contact Daniel's person."
Song Ya scratched his head and put the microphone down, "And is my judgment wrong? Redstone indulged and even secretly supported Cochrane to help me sue CBS to suppress the value of CBS and pave the way for the acquisition and price reduction. For the same reason, since he wants to buy At least there is no need for Polykin to rush to deal with factors that are unfavorable to Polykin’s stock price before the merger. Anyway, now I can be sure that it was the son who was doing the trouble at the beginning. According to his temper, it is estimated that NARAS will be urged soon. Issue an advertising ban as soon as possible."
Taking advantage of Sloan's call, Song Ya also began to contact Wall Street investment institutions that participated in the IPO of Litman Media and also owned shares in websites such as YAHOO.
"It's time to act, we decided to start right away, yes, right away."
"Everyone already knows that NARAS's second wave of advertising bans is not only aimed at one American music website, we need to unite..."
If you want a minister to die, you will turn against his mother. Song Ya's mood is not particularly fluctuating. Perhaps it is because he has been mentally prepared and Sloan has always arranged all the steps in an orderly manner, so he can execute them in order.
Or maybe the little Bronfman is not like Motula, who likes strong and fierce talk to face to face, which gives people great excitement.
Of course, people on Wall Street are also better at communicating than the inexplicably rich three generations.
"call……"
He had said too much before, and Song Ya couldn't help being a little dry after making a round of phone calls, "What to drink?" He asked Sloan.
"Soda water. Have you ever thought about APLUS? After this time, you will offend a boss again. The energy of the Bronfman family is far from Motula's." Sloan reminded him of the water he poured.
"I can't watch Litman Media's value shrink by tens of millions and then break his hair?"
Song Ya replied: "I am not the rich three generations who take money improperly."
"But your recording career...may suffer more than tens of millions of losses, and alcohol."
"Anyway, first solve this matter, and I don't want to offend him to death. Besides, it is really hard for me to believe that the little Bronfman is a completely non-business-oriented person. I made tens of millions less in the recording industry. What about Universal? What about him?"
After all, Song Ya still had a little expectation, "Furthermore, the weight of Litman Media in my heart is actually more important, because that is me and your business...our business."
"Wow, I'm a little touched." Sloan joked, "Did you finish drinking so soon?"
"Well, too thirsty."
Song Ya put down the drunk cup.
"Then continue working, hurry up." Sloan threw some change into the empty cup.
"Is someone inside secretly making trouble?"
On the Bronfman side, he was rarely so concerned about a trivial matter. A call a day urged Universal Records President Doug Morris to quickly issue a ban. He was not stupid. He was a little aware after three days. Weird.
"There are indeed internal and external pressures, especially Time Warner, the parent company of Warner Records, which has begun large-scale investment in the Internet industry. After the ban, it means that we have to fight a legal battle with the Internet companies supported by Wall Street. Too new, so far there are still many legal gray areas."
Doug Morris persuaded him, “Yahoo, Amerika Music, Infoseek, AOL, Webchat, and other companies have accumulated a lot of money on their plates. YAHOO’s market value has almost risen to 19 billion dollars, which is higher than the previous Internet. The scenery is exaggerated."
"YAHOO? Haha, a completely unprofitable company, don't worry, the bubble blowing on Wall Street will burst sooner or later." Little Bronfman.
"But not yet. It is still the sustenance of countless investors. Or, narrow the attack surface?" Doug Morris observed his words and carefully suggested.
He still didn't fully understand the boss. He guessed that the young Bronfman was targeting someone, but he did not fully grasp the subtle mentality that the young Bronfman did not want to be seen by the outside world.
Little Bronfman thinks that few people can get a glimpse of his true intentions, and it is true that no one will expose this in person, because those who can see it probably already know his character.
"The Internet is not a place outside the law."
The seriousness of the infringement of the websites in the second wave of bans is similar. Little Bronfman did not find an excuse to separate the American music website. He said: "Don't be too slow, make an announcement, tomorrow..."
At this time, the secretary outside knocked on the door and came in to report, "An Interpol official contacted us and said that they had cracked a major case of transnational production and sale of pirated music CDs in conjunction with the Mexican police."
"Ha, it's good news again, it's worth a drink." Little Bronfman went to the wine cabinet to get the wine in person, not noticing the sudden twinkling of Doug Morris' eyes.
"Uh……"
But the secretary continued to report with a slightly ugly face: "They also caught a few of our people."
"What our people?" Doug Morris asked.
"Our employees, employees of the California vinyl disc factory, secretly transcribed the master tapes they sent to pirates, and produced the highest-quality pirated CDs on the market. The pirates would also resell them to Mexico. , Asia and Da Mao’s colleagues."
The secretary secretly glanced at the boss’s gloomy expression and said, “People from Interpol say this is a global network, and the number is extremely huge, because our vinyl factory also undertakes recording recordings from...other distribution companies, so we are not the only victims. ."
"Damn it, it looks like you have to make a few phone calls and apologize to our friend."
Little Bronfman stretched out his frowning eyebrows, and soon recovered his dignity and joked with Doug Morris: "I said how pirated discs came out so quickly~www.mtlnovel.com~Okay, but I guess There are also people like this in each of their families, but our management is stricter, and they are the first to be caught."
It seems that the boss has not yet realized the connection between the two things? Doug Morris comforted him with a few words, pretending to call other companies, wiped his sweat and called Daniel immediately after going out, "Is that you?"
"What am I?"
Daniel asked rhetorically.
"Keep in mind the casual suspicion I had last time having dinner with you."
"What doubt?"