"You didn't participate in the negotiation?"
"I participated in several meetings in the United States, early, and later... I couldn't run around with Edgar."
"Okay, I see, thank you David."
"Don't tell him I told you this."
"of course."
The old Bronfman put down the microphone, suddenly seemed to vent in a sigh of relief, and his spirits languished. "David Geffen should not have played a big role in this matter."
"Here, Edgar Jr. also signed a repurchase clause with Barry Diller when he sold the American TV network. The specific clauses are not good for us."
In his Montreal library, an entire accounting team is rechecking all the documents signed by Seagram and Universal in recent years. The average age is not too young. Many people are gray-haired, wearing the iconic Jewish children on their heads. Round cap.
He took the document handed by one of them and looked at it carefully, then took a deep breath and threw it aside.
"You just passed out~www.mtlnovel.com~ now you need to rest the most." The old accountant who had been by his side persuaded.
"Little Edgar also signed a gambling agreement with Merrill Lynch to list Seagram Global Group as a whole before 2001. If io fails to meet the schedule... the result will be catastrophic." Someone handed over another copy. file.
The old man was so angry that he almost had a myocardial infarction again, "How can I close my eyes now!" He stubbornly shook his head, "Let his bodyguard come in."
"Mr. Bronfman." A rough, brawny man who always accompanied the young Bronfman walked in and leaned respectfully.
"I ask you to protect him, take care of him, tell me what you need, how about you?"
When the old man met, he scolded, "That's how it works?"
"What's wrong? Everything is fine?"
The strong man's cultural level is not high, and he answered dumbly.
"Then what did you tell me?" The old man became angry when he heard this sentence, "Everything is fine, everything is fine, you can only say this one, a business of tens of billions of dollars..."
"Blam me?"
The strong man is with him, and the next day he will know who said it. It doesn't matter if you father and son, anyway, it was us who lost their jobs in the end..."
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 1210: ?1 song laid
"Puff......"
On July 4th, the National Independence Day of the United States, Song Ya, who returned to the stand, almost laughed on the spot again. He hurriedly lowered his head to his knees and hugged his hair.
"No way, let's come again in four years."
Slowing his emotions, he raised his head and comforted the Mercedes executives beside him sympathetically. Just now Davosuk scored another goal. The German team is already behind Croatia by zero to three. There are only a few minutes left from the final. The elimination is a foregone conclusion. Germany People are totally desperate.
"Oh! If it weren't for being sent off early in the first half, it wouldn't be so, it would be too difficult for a few people to kick..." Mercedes-Benz executives lamented, looking for the reason.
"Less... is one missing?"
"You do not know?"
"Uh, I mean the tenacious sportsmanship of your country's players is too strong. It seems that you can't feel that one is missing... They are all running around the court.
Song Ya forced his way back, "Let's go in."
The executives of Mercedes-Benz glanced at the Croatian fans who were already singing and celebrating, and they joined hands to pass the huge national flag. Then they looked around at a much larger number. For example, the German compatriots who lost their exams, got up and walked into the company's box behind.
"Eat this."
Shakira had already hid in, and saw her boyfriend come in and stuffed a strawberry into his mouth.
"Well……"
Song Ya chewed and noticed that the waiter had just removed the big champagne bottle prepared for the celebration. Now this situation... is a bit embarrassing, "Honey, give me some more German beer." He told Shakira. Intimately slow cheeks for advertisers.
"Cheers."
Mercedes-Benz executives clinked glasses with him, "as, do you know that Chrysler's largest individual shareholder is MGM boss Kirklian?" Then he sat down and talked about business.
"I've heard of it, but it shouldn't compete with you?"
Song Ya knows that Kirklian also wants to buy Chrysler, but with a tens of billions of business, as long as the relevant politicians’ minds are slightly normal, they will not be happy to see that the transaction succeeds. Just kidding, the third largest car manufacturer in the United States and a super-large company. , Directly involving the employment of tens of thousands of people, make that casino tycoon like to toss another capital game at MGM?
"Kerkerian has a great influence on the United Auto Workers Union." Mercedes-Benz executives said.
"Casino tycoon."
This is inconvenient to talk about. Historically, the Mafia has had a great influence on the United Auto Workers’ Union. Although Kirklian is not of Italian origin, but can grow up in Las Vegas, the relationship between the two parties is naturally very close. After the Mafia ebb, or in other words, after being washed out, it definitely gave him a lot of power.
"So you should know what we are worried about." Mercedes-Benz executives said.
Mercedes-Benz is bidding with Kirkrian. A casino tycoon and a foreign company have disadvantages. Even if Mercedes-Benz defeats Kirkrian, they are still afraid that the other party will instigate the United Auto Workers Union to retaliate. The American Auto Industry Union... It's not good to buy a hot potato at that time.
"Anyway, I will try my best to help. Don't worry, we and Chrysler build cars. Kirkrian is just an outsider."
At most, I would like to mention to politicians who are close to Underwood and the black party group. At most, you Benz paid me to come to the present spokesperson, but it’s not political public relations. If you really want me to be political public relations, the endorsement fee is not enough. , And I can't mix it up.
If I don’t help you with your tens of billions of business, can’t I do it? I am insignificant.
Song Ya just wants to earn some hard money honestly, and come steadily, anyway, the momentum of the Internet industry is lying down and earning.
The same is true in the other direction. Although Kirklian seems to be disgusting the Bronfman family at the same time and has common enemies with himself, he really does not want to have an intersection with some Las Vegas casino tycoon, that kind of person has no other purpose. Achieved a counterattack.
The World Cup is coming to an end, and two semi-final teams are born, Brazil and Croatia.
Later on the east coast of the United States, in a New York mansion under the name of Quincy Jones, Rashida Jones, who has returned from vacation, stared at the esn station intently. He was not disappointed. The face of as in the picture was fleeting, and he was strong. Sitting in the stands with open eyes and a dull face, it was very good, it was rare that Shakira was not by his side, and next to him was a middle-aged white man with a strange face.
"Hello,...Sports Photo Agency? This is Rashida Jones from Vibe Magazine in the US..."
She immediately dialed the phone proficiently, and my father kept letting her hang on the vibe magazine's idle job, "Do you have any live photos of Germany vs. Croatia, as in the stands? Yes, to be clear... we may not publish it, eh , I’ll give you the company’s email address... I understand that we will pay if it is used for commercial purposes."
Paid a fart. After she received the email, she sent the picture directly to her new post on the Amerika Music website forum. This can't be counted as commercial use, right?
Wow, Rashida, you are too strong! So fast and clear! Are you here? ?
Is Rashida at the scene? I really envy you to go to France...