Little Bronfman just remembered that he had invited guests to arrange today’s top dinner, originally intended to celebrate the good day of Vivendi Universal, but he did not expect things to be like this...
The irritation today was a bit big, he completely forgot...
"Little Edgar, I know you are in a bad mood right now, but you have to go down to entertain the guests and don't lose the demeanor of the Bronfman family..."
The voice of the veteran of the family and the president of Seagram Wines rang outside the door, "At this time, we must not let outsiders find that we are in a panic."
"I'm not afraid to meet people yet."
The grand dinner to celebrate the victory now seems so ironic. The matter is over. The rich and the noble sons have to clean up and do their communication duties first, "Wait for me, it will be fine."
With the help of the housekeeper, he cleaned it up, practiced smiling in the mirror, and then gracefully surrounded by his subordinates downstairs.
Net worth has shrunk by 18.75% in one day with Vivendi Global, and the Tiger Fund vowed to short-selling because its own company cheated Vivendi by fraudulent accounts. The French people in the banquet hall paid attention to him after seeing him. Li, with different expressions.
He calmly patrolled the end of the field with his eyes. At this time, the people who came to the banquet were almost all wealthy children who like to have fun and have not taken over the family business, so-called descendants of nobles, senior managers, and party animals in the fashion circle. We...
"Hello, hello... welcome..."
He didn't worry that these second-rate figures in the upper-class European circles would prevent him from coming to Taiwan in public. He calmly shook hands and greeted them one by one from close to show his friendship as a landlord.
But when passing in front of the live band, the usual relaxing and soothing tune as the background of the banquet suddenly changed, the violin part was highlighted, and the fast and strong bow movement made the flowing music incompatible with the live atmosphere.
He understands music and loves music, otherwise he would not buy the two major record companies, Universal and Polygram from the wine business. He quickly learned that this is the work of Italian composer and violinist Vivaldi's "Four Seasons". To be precise, it is the first movement of the Four Seasons Mid-Winter Concerto.
People are in the biting cold wind
In the bone-to-bone ice and snow
Can't help shaking
Stop running to maintain body temperature
Teeth trembling
Vivaldi himself interprets this movement with a short poem. The live band playing this is definitely deliberately making trouble. He turned his head and looked at it. It turned out that the violinist was the one who had been yelled by himself before, and he did not expect to be invited again. I'm reemployed in my own family...
The temper of these artists...
This time he didn't have another episode, maybe it was the power of music, and even his mood was unknowingly infected by the melody, as if he was really brought from the warm summer of France to the cold winter with heavy snow.
Standing in place, he couldn't help but recall the scene before and after the stock market closed in the afternoon.
Fifteen points, sixteen points, seventeen points...
Watching the market alone, he stared at the computer screen, and the corners of his mouth trembled. He hoped for a miracle, but no, at 18 o’clock and then at 18.75, the Vivendi Global traded before the close of the Paris Stock Exchange. He was thrown straight to pieces.
He gritted his teeth, knowing that his face must be very ugly now, and his eyeballs seemed to be bloodshot, but he couldn't take care of it anymore. Messier did nothing like this! He jumped up, got up angrily, and went to ask Renxingshi for inquiries.
Messier's office, no one, the big conference room... also empty and no one.
But soon, before he left the big conference room, Messier led many people in, "Messier, you..."
Today not only Vivendi’s global limit, the French stock market and even the European stock market also fell across the board. Messier’s mood was not much stronger, and he roughly interrupted his words, "Little Edgar, we have decided to give you two choices."
He was no longer friendly. In front of the top of Vivendi Global and the representatives of the French government and various banks, he said directly: "If you give yourself a good vacation, we will not remove your position as CEO of Seagram Global. Unite to save the situation, leave nothing to do for the time being, we will take care of other things."
Still shaking the pot? He was angry and responded grimly: "Don't forget that I am still chairman of the board of Seagram Universal. Do you want to take away my power in a disguised form and then arbitrarily throw the responsibility to Universal Music? Then go to the program and open the board of directors! There won’t be any help for the current crisis, an idiot!"
"If you don't agree, just take the initiative to uncover the lid. I declare that I will enter the internal investigation process, admit some minor mistakes and then convene the Seagram Global Board of Directors to dismiss you, including the chairmanship. After a while, the market will return to rationality. Knowing that I can manage little Edgar...but I advise you not to make this choice." Messier replied coldly.
After the share swap and merger, Messier could indeed do it, but it was tantamount to tore up his previous commitment to continue to host Seagram Global Group. "Then what? This is equivalent to our own confirmation of the Tiger Fund’s short selling report in disguise, and even This makes the rumors of tens of billions of false accounts on Wall Street more credible, do you still want to see another drop limit?"
"Anyway, think about it for yourself, and give me an answer before wee hours."
Messier didn't bother to say anything to him, and shook his hand impatiently, "Now you can go out, this will make it inconvenient for you to be there."
"you!"
In the humiliation he has suffered throughout his life, Messier gave this time to the extreme. His face was flushed with anger, and the people attending the meeting passed by one by one. The various eyes that looked at him...he couldn't accept it at all, but he didn't expect it for a while. The means of counterattack, standing at the door in a dilemma, it feels like being stripped naked to show the public.
"Or do you need me to call the guard?" Messier threatened, sitting at the top of the long conference table.
"You!" The dignified top rich man, the chairman of Seagram Global Group was forcibly thrown out by the guards, it would be too ugly, "Let's take a look!"
In the French land, he could only hold back this tone for a while, "Let's go!" He greeted his subordinates sadly like a defeated dog, planning to go back to a meeting immediately to discuss countermeasures, "Huh?" He saw Ron Mai, president of Universal Pictures. Although Yeah smiled at himself, his body was still leaning against the wall, and he slipped into the meeting room.
"Uh... hehe... boss." Ron Meyer, who was discovered, nodded and bowed in embarrassment.
"Little man!"
He instantly realized that he had begun to encounter the betrayal of his relatives.
"APLUS? APLUS?" Hallie knocked on the door outside.
"Huh?" After the ecstasy, Song Ya in the room answered her painful knuckles.
"Did you forget something?"
"what?"
"At night, we are going to the cinema." Hallie replied.
Oh! I really forgot, the announcement of Blade Warrior 2 has to continue.
Spain’s nightlife is very rich. For the locals, night means the beginning of a day of entertainment. In the evening, the creators of Blade Warrior 2 such as Song Ya and Halle arrived at the cinema to participate in the premiere.
Hallie held his arms all the way, with a happy expression on her face, as if she had beaten Vivendi Global to a halt today.