No matter how hard and soft it is, Song Ya just shook his head.
"Or the other way around!?" David Geffen threatened again one hundred and eighty degrees.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Song Ya looked at him coldly.
David Geffen was shocked by his attitude, his face was in disbelief, but it really didn't happen again, the air in the room seemed to freeze instantly.
"cough……"
Fortunately, Sloan opened the door at this moment and coughed slightly behind the scene of the two men arguing.
"Sorry, APLUS, I was so excited just now." David Geffen took advantage of the opportunity of Sloan and Song Ya to whisper, and walked away to resolve the embarrassment.
"I also apologize to you, in fact I played another card at noon today."
What Sloan said just now was ‘Skinner has taken care of it’. He turned on the TV and the hotel’s satellite TV was received.
"Although Spitzer, the New York State Attorney General, claimed to have launched an investigation into DefJam Records and will summon the company's president Lyle Cohen, according to sources, it was revealed to this station that Lyle Cohen has disappeared and is likely to have fled abroad..."
Broadcast by the hostess of the financial section.
"Run? Impossible, right?"
David Geffen was stunned for a while, then his eyes suddenly lit up.
He looked at the black pharaoh beside him.
"I can only do this today." Song Ya shrugged.
"Ok?"
Lyle Cohen, who was chewing burgers and waiting for news, was immediately stunned when he saw the news, his mouth was full and he cried out, "No, I'm at home!"
"DefJam... it's not a big deal anymore."
In Paris, Messier, who had just had a big quarrel with BNP Paribas and Societe Generale’s teammates, comforted himself after seeing the bad news, but immediately called Universal Records President Doug Morris in desperation, “Doug! Didn't you let you watch Lyle Cohen?"
"He's at home, it's fake news." Doug Morris replied.
"Oh, that's all right..."
All right? Something! At the opening in the afternoon, Vivendi Global's stock price plummeted, and the multi-party psychological defenses finally collapsed.
"Ahhhhh! APLUS! Sixty-five euros! Sixty-three! Hurry up! Hurry up!"
Halle was already in madness, holding the table with her hands, and screaming at the computer screen with her tongue out, "Sixty-two! Sixty! Oh! The French lost their helmets and armor! Surrendered!" She turned over, excited. Kiss to Sloan next to him.
"call!"
Song Ya, behind her, let out a long sigh of relief. Although she was full of confidence in front of David Geffen and others, how could the psychological pressure such as the pressure on the top of the mountain be humane? Futures speculation... is really exciting, even if I can win this time, it still seems that I am not suitable for this business.
Forget it, just wash your hands after finishing this time.
As he thought, he walked a half step aside, holding Sloan's slender waist with his hands.
"Fuck them! Fuck them!"
Bill Huang from Paris became proud again. After being trapped in the morning by a long and short fight, he couldn't help but blame himself for his misjudgment yesterday. He admired the big heart and rationality of the APLUS camp, but now...
"It's a drop stop! They fall in love!" But when he waited for Vivendi Global to have another drop stop in the afternoon, he immediately jumped up with his colleagues, hugged and cheered. He was still right, so he should be totally bearish!
"Hahaha!" From London to New York, the trading rooms of several major investment banks also laughed and laughed.
"Black Pharaoh..." Julian Robertson smiled and shook his head, muttering to himself.
"What is going on with the fake news at noon? APLUS hasn't run yet?"
Edison looked at the carnival traders, instead of celebrating with everyone, but frowned, "M-FXXK has been following us to eat meat...rats!"
"APLUS?" David Geffen happily was about to knock on the door to plead guilty, but was suddenly stopped by Old Mike, "The boss is still taking a nap..."
"It's almost three o'clock..." David Geffen looked at his watch in surprise, then shook his head and laughed, "Forget it, let him rest, and tell me, this time I count him, he is always right. , I took it."
"Inner ghost! We have inner ghost!"
At the Vivendi headquarters, the senior executives kept accusing each other during the meeting. "How did Edison know that BNP Paribas and Societe Generale were helping us without mentioning Credit Lyon, who was also present at the meeting!? How did he know!? There is definitely something in our family. ghost!"
"BNP Paribas and Societe Generale also fell miserably today! The market is also miserable! This is a blitz! The Germans have betrayed the European Union! They want to kill us with the Americans! Bring down the French financial world!"
"Mr. Prime Minister can't just sit back and watch! He can't back down because of the pressure of international public opinion!"
"If this continues, it will cause a financial crisis!"
Messier sat slumped at the top of the long conference table, fixedly looking at the ceiling, turning a deaf ear to all quarrels.
Little Bronfman crumbled and stared at the 58.15 Euro number on the screen, motionless, Vivendi Global once again ate a drop limit, he blinked with difficulty, completely unable to accept that his wealth would follow this one again. The company has shrunk by 35 percent.
If calculated with the highest value of more than five billion dollars, his net worth has been reduced by half under his various operations in the past few years, more than that.
If you count the wealth of the other members of the family, the Bronfman family has less than 5 billion dollars left in total, and there were more than 10 billion when it first merged with Global...
sinner! Family sinner!
He closed his eyes in pain, and suddenly remembered that APLUS seems to be coming to Paris tomorrow. As soon as he imagined the other party’s face, he suddenly slapped his spirit, feeling that it’s meaningless to be alive. The fire ladder climbed up the stairs and reached the rooftop all the way.
Gliding on ice
Slow and careful
Most afraid of wrestling
But turned around sharply
Has fallen on the edge of the ice cave
The summer in Paris was sunny, but his body was trembling all the time, like an ice cellar, and he silently read the commentary poem of the third movement of Vivaldi Winter.
‘Squeak. ’
At this time, the door behind ~www.mtlnovel.com~ was pushed open. He looked back and saw that the visitor was a standard French gentleman who knew his face, but could not be named. He attended the dinner hosted by himself the day before yesterday and yesterday. , Seems to introduce myself to play fund? Can not remember……
"Uh……"
He felt a little embarrassed. At this time, someone found himself on the rooftop...
He was about to find an excuse to explain the scenery, but his throat was a little sweet, and his mouth was hot and painful.
"Don't worry, I didn't plan to..." He cleared his throat and adjusted, but the other person's figure disappeared.
Hallucinations? He looked around and fell into self-doubt.
‘Dididi! There was a sharp car siren from under the building, and then a woman screamed.
"WTF!?"
He finally reflected it, and leaped to the edge of the roof to look down. The people who had just been alive had turned into the fuzzy dots on the roof of the streetside car, and the pedestrians gradually gathered around.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 1400: Break up
The little Bronfman fled back to the castle in a hurry. In the evening, he showed himself at the dinner party and left France overnight, taking a private jet to his home in Canada.
It's not that he doesn't want to hold his face for a while, but he was surrounded by guests just after he showed up at the dinner party. The elegant upper class people in the past have become no different from Ichijo Poppi, questioning and complaining in English, French and even Spanish. , Scolding, spying.