As long as Eisner can be driven away and the Disney family can return, Roy Disney will support Linton. The old man is happy with the ‘royalist’ infighting. With Linton’s strength shown in this general meeting of shareholders, he can settle any party.
But the old king is still the king. Song Ya held a conference call with Linton, Sloan and others to determine a strategy, and then took a deep breath and carefully picked up the microphone.
"APLUS."
In fact, including Paulson, no one expected that the black pharaoh would choose to try to make peace tonight. When Eisner went home and licked his wounds alone, he saw the lighted caller number, and there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart. There is a play!
Wait, wait, wait, what's wrong with me? It's not the anger at being an enemy of me, nor the direct offense that night and waiting for an opportunity to retaliate...
In order to keep my power, I actually fell to this point...
He immediately felt deeply ashamed.
Regardless, he didn't get rid of Linton, who had already turned his face publicly with him, he knew that he had been ruined in Disney, and any straw could save his life!
Song Ya and Linton also have information gaps. What is the board of supervisors, nomination committee, audit committee, remuneration committee... Those high-level executives who still seem to be loyal to the emperor only look at their interests, mainly because of the high annual salary. And equity incentives.
But in fact, whatever the position and salary, any other party who enters the market now has the ability to continue to feed them, and the premise of the equity incentive is that the stock price meets the standard... Disney has experienced fierce internal strife for nearly two years, and the market value has been fluctuating repeatedly. If it can't go up, there is no way to talk about equity incentives.
His Majesty's opponents made him lose the ability to lead Disney's stock price to continue to rise, and it has no value to these people. Everyone is very practical.
"Mr. Eisner, I watched the live broadcast of today's shareholders meeting..." Song Ya said.
"Really? Haha, it's embarrassing. It's like a farce today." Eisner replied thickly.
"Yes, George Mitchell is absolutely amazing. For the first time I saw a chairman swearing at shareholder representatives at a shareholder meeting..."
In fact, this situation is not uncommon. Song Ya picks up what the other party likes and says, showing good.
"Haha, George is seventy years old, he has nothing to worry about too much."
The two chatted like nothing happened before.
"Blake's Sahara will start painting next month. I promised to participate in the premiere. How about you?" Song Ya played the emotional card.
"No, Blake doesn't like being photographed with me in his project."
Eisner felt sour. His eldest son is very artistic and self-confident, and he avoids being considered by the outside world that his personal success has something to do with his family background.
"This is Mr. Eisner. The things that have happened at Disney have hurt everyone. I think it should be stopped. What do you think?" After a while, Song Ya cut to the topic.
"Of course, I also feel that it is time." Eisner's face became solemn, and he pressed the earpiece to his ear, not wanting to miss a word.
"The conditions Linton mentioned to you are still valid." Song Ya asked, "Is this okay?"
How can this be! no! Absolutely not!
Eisner was immediately disappointed.
Linton is nothing more than persuading himself to inherit his power in Disney, and then let himself leave honourably and pay some high resignation compensation, promise to take care of his shares in Disney, his old subordinates, and the business of his three sons, and keep a share. Senior consultants with acceptable salary status, and promises to leave some influence on themselves, and so on.
Neither one addresses one's ultimate desire: power.
"APLUS, believe me, Linton is still a little bit awkward. In two years, I will take him for another two years. When George Mitchell is 72 years old and leave like Roy Disney, I will give everything to him and you. Yes, I swear." Eisner said.
The next day.
George Mitchell walked into the large conference room with a stern face, all the new and old directors were already in place, "Go." He glanced at Linton, who was expressionless next to him, and the big horse was sitting on top of the long conference table. Next, "Let us first welcome... Mr. Director."
The new director of Goldman Sachs who was introduced by him stood up and accepted everyone's applause.
George Mitchell then read out the resolutions of yesterday's general meeting of shareholders, and then followed the process for the board of directors to pass and implement.
"I'm not targeting you, Linton. You have done a good job, but your affairs are too heavy. The copyright company has a stall, and Bowei Pictures has a stall. I need a deputy to better share my work on the board of directors. Related work."
George Mitchell then took out Linton's position as vice chairman as if he couldn't wait to discuss it. He hypocritically asked, "What do you think?"
"Thank you for your concern, Chairman Mitchell. I am still busy. Besides, you have enough energy. The vice chairman of me only needs to do some procedural paperwork."
Linton replied: "I can do it, thank you."
"It's not what I said. You saw the attitude of the shareholder representatives yesterday. With 57% of the valid votes, you almost passed the no-confidence vote. As the chairman, I also need to explain to everyone." George Mitchell said.
"I remember that last year your independent director's re-election vote of no-confidence was exactly the same as I did yesterday? Mr. Chairman, if you use this reason, do you also need to...hehe, give everyone an explanation?" Linton sneered.
"Ai!"
George Mitchell roared impatiently, "Then a show of hands! A raise of hands agreed to dismiss Linton from the position of Vice Chairman!"
Eisner was the first to raise his hand, exchanged glances with Linton who was opposite, and then smiled and looked at the other directors.
Yesterday, the conversation with the black pharaoh broke up again, and the other party refused to "cut the price".
Linton put his hands in his pants pockets, leaned back, and looked up at the sky.
Um?
Robert Iger didn't move? Eisner's eyelids twitched.
"It's not the time, right?" Another director questioned: "This personnel change is not in market expectations. How will the outside world react? Stock price..."
"The stock price will come back!"
George Mitchell violently interrupted, "It's not because some internal and external colluding careerists deliberately suppressed the market value of Disney. They played this trick for me before and after every shareholder meeting! Get out of me if you want to go! We don't leave any factors of instability. ! Without A...the kid might be better!"
Including the new director of Goldman Sachs, some people began to raise their hands.
"1, 2, 3..."
George Mitchell counted the votes himself, eh? Exactly half to half? "Oh..." He remembered that his hand hadn't been raised yet, and immediately raised it, "Well, the resolution passed!" He smiled at Linton.
Linton still maintained his demeanor and shrugged as if it didn't matter.
However, this ticket type is dangerous enough. Except for Robert Iger's camp, several of his former subordinates did not raise their hands. Eisner felt the scrutiny gaze they had put in, knowing that it was because of forcing the former director to say that his illness gave way to Goldman Sachs. People made them even more chilled, so they had to put down their hands and rub their eyebrows to avoid looking at each other.