‘J broke? A source revealed that he was deducted at a certain store because he had no money to pay the bill, and he was able to get out of it after he was rushed up by personal bodyguards... It is rumored that he is facing a class action lawsuit again... sky-high compensation...’
The Times also mentioned the new troubles of the mouth j, but will not give too much space. This top-notch newspaper with a long history has already been sold to News Corporation by the British, and Foxnej has no money? "
Song Ya's eyes lit up, the thorn in his heart, won't it be dawning when he takes back the copyright of the songs he released during Sony Columbia Records?
In the past few years, Sony Columbia Records has continued to expand. They and J should have been transfusing blood into it to maintain half-and-half ownership of Sony, but they don’t know the specific investment status.
The voyage across the English Channel was very short, and as soon as he got off the plane he picked up his mobile phone to inquire about the news.
"J's former agent Sandy Glen replied, "The class action is more troublesome. At this time, the gossip about superstars might have another purpose. "
Also, Song Ya's enthusiasm was extinguished, "Is okay?"
"Fortunately, we hid abroad."
Sandy Glen smiled and said, "Thanks as, I know it is because of you that the media didn't focus on hype about the restroom in the East Hall. She is resting, do you want her to answer the phone?"
"No, it's fine, let her rest."
"Oh, by the way, I just saw a piece of news that the commander met the old Bronfman at the White House. Is this related to your dispute over the Digital Millennium Act?" Sandy Glen asked.
"is it?"
The small one comes the old one? "I am not sure……"
He frowned, and Song Ya hurriedly looked for relevant news when he arrived at the hotel.
'The Arkansas Commander met with Edgar Bronfman, Chairman of the World Jewish Congress at the White House today. In a subsequent speech, the Commander expressed his great concern about the situation and interests of the Jewish descendants of World War II. He urged the Swiss banking industry to make deposits for World War II as soon as possible. Reached agreement on compensation matters. ’
In the news screen, the old Bronfman was very close with the commander, shook hands and smiled at the camera.
"Ugh!"
In fact, after leaving the White House, the old man took the oxygen pillow and sucked hard as soon as he got into the car, lay in the back seat for a long time, and then sighed like a tired lion.
"Father! You can't rush to the White House to meet him at this sensitive time!"
When he arrived at his son's residence, the young Bronfman lost his temper again. "The outside world will think that our Bronfman family is standing in line. This is a very dangerous political speculation! You are gambling!"
"What do you think?"
This time the old man didn't agree with his son anymore, he gave a majestic look back and sat down at the top of the conference table. "The time is right now. Arkansas is like a drowning man. He is willing to agree to anything in order to get a little support."
"What did he promise you?"
Little Bronfman was robbed of his seat, he paused uncomfortably, and went around to sit down with his father, "This is not cost-effective, Congress voted, we need to focus on public relations members of the two houses, even if Arkansas passed the risk this time, the term of office is only Two years left."
"Two years is enough for us."
The old man hooked his finger and took a document, "You sign it."
Little Bronfman looked at him suspiciously, then lowered his head to read intently, "Deutsche Bank is willing to transfer the credit to you and your friends?"
"Yes, the Jewish Congress will soon reach a settlement with UBS in compensation for World War II deposits." The old man replied, "UBS will help me persuade them."
"Really, you said you could get so much money, why should I go to the Germans..."
Little Bronfman grumbled and complained, and signed.
The old man watched his beloved son take a deep breath and sighed secretly.
"How much is the settlement fee?" Little Bronfman asked casually after signing.
"More than 1.2 billion." The old man replied, "One-time, and no more claims will be made in the future."
"So few!?" Little Bronfman exclaimed, "Will the Jewish Congress want it? Don't work so hard for the ethnicity until now, and you will be scolded by them after hard work."
"That's why I took advantage of this good time window to find the general leader, and asked him to take the lead to package this settlement agreement as a result of strong pressure from the US government."
Do you still know you will be scolded? Old Bronfman pulled his old face, "At least in front of a small number of insiders, our family will not completely lose its reputation."
"Fame, reputation..."
Little Bronfman complained disdainfully, "Not so exaggerated."
"You still don't know how dangerous you are." The old man pointed at him, "The fact that you almost took German money is well known in the world."
"I know it in my heart."
"Sign this again." The old man didn't want to quarrel with him, and asked him to take out a document.
"What is it again!?"
"Polygram Pictures' copyright library, the part of the dispute with MGM, I talked to MGM boss Kirklian, 250 million, 1,300 movies." The old man replied.
"Tell you to ignore the business affairs of Seagram Global Group!"
Little Bronfman jumped immediately, "I won't succumb to that casino tycoon, and don't you have old grudges with him?"
"Sign it, otherwise he will yell indiscriminately. Now that Joseph Lieberman has learned about Deutsche Bank, do you think his information channels will be slow?" the old man persuaded him bitterly.
"I don't sign, there is a problem with the repurchase terms between MGM and Polygram Pictures. See the court on this matter, and there is no discussion!"
Little Bronfman took his hand and said, "Your concept is too old. I understand that you value the reputation of the family very much, and you are always entangled with the Deutsche Bank. Okay, I am willing to apologize to you now. I'm sorry... It’s a bit ill-considered. But now the situation is different. I, we have the world’s largest record company and one of the seven major Hollywood film companies in our hands. The power is in our own hands. Remember the predecessor of Universal, the group president Is Loishurman? He supported and trained the former commander Reagan, and helped him become the chairman of the American Actors Guild, and then run for public office... I am also looking for similar potential politicians. In the next year, my people will also live in the White House. You can wait and see."
"in……"
The old man listened to his son’s cynicism, and he looked at Venus, and he had difficulty breathing again. “Reagan was indeed helped a lot by Loishurman, and it is indeed a good story in Hollywood. UU read www.uukanshu.com but he became the governor of California. He is fifty-six years old. Do you think there is only Loishurman behind the mature politician at that age?"
"What's wrong with you today?" Little Bronfman interrupted impatiently. "It's nagging, I don't want to quarrel with you a little bit. Let's rest. I'm not healthy..."
"Sign it."
At this time, Barry Diller walked in from the door, "Little Edgar, MGM's copyright library business is just a small problem. We don't need to be too violent with Kirkrian to open up a new front."
"Hehe, what did you talk about playing golf in Canada? Carry me."
Little Bronfman sneered. He was well informed about what happened around his father.
"Talked a lot." Barry Diller and the old man looked at each other and sat next to Little Bronfman, "About the future..."
"and this……"
Little Bronfman was still convinced by Barry Diller, and was finally coaxed by his father and mentor to sign the calligraphy, and was immediately squeezed in front of him by a third document.