"Damn it."
He saw the people approaching him clearly, and suddenly remembered that this is the place of the Latins, he muttered secretly before he smiled, "Mr. Estefan."
"APLUS..."
For Song Ya, although it feels as if the whole world knows that he has participated in short-selling Vivendi Global, in fact this news was only circulated in a small circle, except for being asked by someone from Nomura Securities in Tokyo. The Latin Gang, who was addicted to fighting in the American stock market, received no news at all, and Estefan and others who went to Spain to block themselves at the premiere were very purposeful.
Sure enough, there was not much to say, "APLUS, now the technology network stocks are rebounding, are you satisfied with the status quo of Littman listed companies?" Estefan began to scoop out the information explicitly, the speed of Littman's share price rebound They couldn't satisfy their Latin gang at all. They regained some blood, but they were still in a locked state.
"It's okay." Song Ya pretended to be dumbfounded.
"I noticed that the CrimeReads site has not been improved. The browsing experience criticized by Icahn Capital's short report before the stock market crash is still very bad. APLUS, as the chairman of Litman Media, do you want to intervene in person?" A member of the Latin Gang said.
"CrimeReads is a listed company with its own cost accounting system and management..." Song Ya replied.
"I heard that after the stock market crash, both the bandwidth and other infrastructure costs and programmer salaries have dropped significantly. Now it should be a good time to make up classes."
Estefan’s understanding of the industry has progressed rapidly, and indeed, with the stock market crash, the hot money invested in the Internet industry has plummeted, and companies have to lay off employees and tighten investment, leading to the immediate desperation of optical fiber, optical cable and other companies that had been expanding. , Programmers are also cheaper.
"I know."
Song Ya squeezed a smile at the Latin group, "But sorry, please forgive me for not being able to disclose more to the outside world."
"Give me a hint?" The other party still refused to give up the entanglement.
Song Ya would definitely start to be impatient before, but now his temper has been reduced a lot, and he continues to reply softly: "Any hint I make will be suspected of insider trading Mr. Estefan, we are friends, but... in short The stock market is risky, do the homework yourself."
He smiled and patted the other's arm, "We are going to be on stage, sorry."
"This kid, now he is completely in the same group as the Wall Street gangsters who play money-making games, and I don't want to think about how much money he made with our Cup of Life and his global reputation!" The Latin Gang watched with Halle and Zha Song Ya, who was sitting in front of the big screen with Kschneider and others, was indignant, "Obviously everyone is rebounding. As the bookmaker of a listed company in Litman Media, he can easily pull a lot of things from his fingers. , But he just didn't do anything, let it go!"
"There were so many people just now, we were in a hurry. When this event is over, we will go to the hotel and have a good chat with him." Estefan still has expectations. He knows the relationship between Song Ya and Shakira and believes in himself. There is still some face, "Don't complain, you don't know how much he lost, it's not easy for everyone..."
"Mr. APLUS, there are rumors that you participated in the short selling of French stocks, which caused the Vivendi Global Limit to fall? Can you talk about this?"
Like Tokyo, suddenly a reporter jumped in and asked about things that had nothing to do with the movie.
Vivendi Global’s limit fell on the first day of the resumption of the market. The market value has just evaporated more than 16 billion euros. The Latin Gang naturally knew that Estefan and others looked at Song Ya, who was indifferent on the stage, and then turned their heads and looked at each other, first they couldn’t believe it. , But think about it...
They know the grievances between Song Ya and the little Bronfman, and they also know that it is true that the two bet on who goes bankrupt first. They understand Song Ya's character better, and the deeper they think about it, the more likely they are.
"Uh, I know that Vivendi Universal has encountered great difficulties today. Many of the artists under Universal's are my personal good friends. I have paid some attention and understanding, but there are not many things that can answer your question. I I am a layman, praying for them just like you, and I hope they can tide over this difficulty and get better and better in the future..."
Can't deny and don't want to admit, Song Ya didn't reprimand the questioner like the one in Tokyo, nor questioned the other party's origin and motives, only a few words in a gentle tone.
"I'm asking if you participated?"
"Let's talk about movies, talk about movies, thank you." Song Ya smiled at the other party and handed the microphone to Zach Schneider.
The friends around him hadn't reacted yet, but Estefan was so shocked that he opened his mouth and silently made a ‘WTF’ mouth shape, then his brain went blank, and the whole person fell into a petrified state.
"Congratulations, Mr. Robertson, I saw what you said to the reporter... Yes, it's on the news."
At the end of the event, the Latin Gang did not come to the hotel. Song Ya saw the reporter interviewing Julian Robertson and called him on time, smiling and complimenting him.
"Haha! I don't hesitate to say that this time I was a big show, maybe someone on Wall Street will start to be jealous of me."
Julian Robertson was naturally in a very good mood. A short-selling report caused a major earthquake in the French capital market. Multinational giants responded by the limit of the limit and their market value shrank by nearly 20%. This is the best compliment and the best advertisement for fund managers. "It's a pity. This honor should have been Mr. Black Pharaoh that you and I shared."
"Black Pharaoh is too numb, haha, just call me APLUS."
The two touted each other a few words, and then began to discuss the next day's strategy, "Look, Messier has a new trend." Julian Robertson reminded Song Ya to watch the news midway.
At the Vivendi headquarters, a fleet of Renault and logo cars was stable at the door. Messier in the picture shook hands with the big guys on and off the car and generously accepted the reporter's photo.
"Vivendi Global CEO Messier held a closed-door meeting overnight with the French government, BNP Paribas, Societe Generale, and Credit Lyon Bank executives to discuss countermeasures..." the voice-over of the news said.
Messier himself also deliberately fell to the end of the crowd and accepted an interview with a reporter, “Every acquisition of our Vivendi Global has been successful, but we have taken the right path but cannot reflect it in the stock price? I am personally very confused..."
He said: "Please rest assured that we can find the most suitable solution in the shortest time..."
This lineup... the French All-Star team? Both Song Ya and Julian Robertson calmed down from their joy, and their opponents began to react quickly, and market confidence would be restored to a large extent.
Tomorrow, tomorrow will no longer be a sneak attack but a battle of positions. It should be another **** day, right?
"Your father."
Young Bronfman also saw the news. He was gritting his teeth at the TV, and the president of Seagram came to remind him to answer the phone.
"Thank you." He thanked him moved, Ron Meyer saw the wind turn the wheel, and Doug Morris and Barry Diller hid on the other side of the Atlantic. He didn't expect to hear the announcement. He didn't expect the family veteran he hated the most to be with him loyally in the end. By his side, "Father." He answered the phone and greeted ashamed.
"I heard that Messier intends to take back the family's power in Seagram Universal?" Old Bronfman asked.