Chapter 1396

"Use your brain!"

On June 20, 2000, at 9:00 a.m. French time, the new CEO of Vivendi global group, Cecil, pinched his thumb, index finger and middle finger together, turned around and nodded his forehead to the three generations of rich people. His voice was very impatient, "10 billion euro, where can I hide it!? Under the bed? "

The crowd around the entourage issued a burst of suppressed laughter, "it's just a Wall Street rumor. It's a normal little trick for the empty side, Edgar." A senior old man of Vivendi said with a smile, "it just means that they are in a hurry."

As usual, when these people laugh at themselves with messier, little Bronfman will have a fit on the spot, but now

He held back his displeasure and stood still, waiting for the people from Merrill Lynch and Andersen who were left behind to provide services for the whole process of the merger of the two companies. Messier didn't believe a word of what they said. He didn't sleep all night last night and thought about it carefully. He had a little aftertaste.

At the beginning, they didn't want cash, but instead they bought 100% shares. Although they put forward it first, after thinking about it, Messier was completely cooperating with Vivendi's people. When some of them were present, their words were like using psychological cues to lure them to achieve their goal. They didn't want gold from the beginning.

The reason why we don't want to see gold is probably that Vivendi's financial situation is far from the health we saw when we merged.

Last night, the rumor spreading circle on Wall Street was very high-level, and it should also rely on the spectrum. The news came suddenly, but it could not be completely shadowy, otherwise Bary Diller would not care so much.

Little Bronfman had some regrets. He felt like a fool now. "What about you? Is there anything to say? " He raised his face to question Merrill and Andersen.

"It shouldn't be a big problem, Mr. Bronfman. If you have any doubts, we'll review it. Let's go first and follow through." Merrill Lynch and Andersen shook their heads at the same time. Andersen gently held his elbow while saying comforting words and advised: "today is a big day, giving market confidence is the most important."

Little bronfmann looked in the direction of the other party's sign. Messier and his party were still walking to the gate of the Paris exchange, and they had already left them a long distance.

Now infighting will only hurt the relatives and make the enemies quick. He can only follow the past quickly, and appear side by side with Messier in front of the reporters' cameras to squeeze out a confident smile.

"This expensive son seems to have used some foundation today."

He was very charming. Because his face was slightly bruised by his cousin, he made his younger sister mask today. It was more attractive and attractive. ACN's reporter from the scene saw what he was after. He said, "others can't see anything. Everyone is calm."

"I see. Keep watching."

At the other end of the line, song Zecheng closes his cell phone. As the news about Vivendi's global re launch can't be seen until the local French TV station's 10 o'clock news at the earliest, he and song Ya ask ACN director to send a capable reporter to the Paris exchange to monitor the scene.

"Hard work."

He patted the Highland Park Security Supervisor in his wheelchair and muffler, then walked out of the room and nodded to the plaid men in the room downstairs.

It's not far from the stock exchange. He built a small building and provided it to the tiger fund trader team led by bill Huang, who lived and worked here. Bill Huang, who had been completely isolated from the outside world by song Ya's bodyguards since the beginning of the United States, confiscated their mobile phones and flew to Tokyo and Paris. The black men monitored the whole process.

The big and long table on the scene is Bill Huang's work station, which is equipped with computers and all the things needed for the operation, and even has its own small exchange cabinet. Outside, there is a network security team loaned from Amelia music website.

The head of the technical house next to the cabinet got song Zecheng's command and immediately pressed the Enter key of the laptop connected to the switch.

Soon all the networks and landlines of the trading team were connected. Song Zecheng went back to help them input the passwords needed to use their trading accounts one by one, and then led the bodyguards to patrol the shuttle behind them.

"Boss." Bill Huang got through to Julian Robertson in Manhattan. "They told me there was a change last night..."

"Yes, but it's likely that the Bulls deliberately set a trap to tempt us to rush harder..."

Julian Robertson fixed his eyes on the tiger fund trading room outside and replied, "I talked with aplus and agreed that we should follow the previous plan. Anyway, do a good job today, bill!"

"Yes! Boss Bill Huang promised in a loud voice that he never looked away from the software trading interface on the computer screen.

Barcelona, Sonya and old Mike, Halley and ACN director Skinner are still at the table to deal with breakfast, four people are not chatting, only the sound of knife and fork and plate collision in the room.

"Will you let that rich third generation know that this is the price of his last public humiliation on you?"

In Washington, Claire asked his husband, Congressman Underwood.

"We haven't won yet." Underwood shook his head, "and I will not be so naive, the rich three generations not only lose, at most, their wealth will shrink with Vivendi global."

"What a pity." Claire said coldly, "you've been preparing for so long."

"The Bronfman family is at least the world's top Claire." Underwood laughs. "Listen to aplus, some Wall Street predators are unprecedentedly prepared for more than three years... We're not too long this time."

"Now we have to wait for news from aplus," Claire said

"Yes, it's all up to him."

Underwood felt for the ring on his hand.

At the Jack Warner estate in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, David Geffen sits alone by the swimming pool, listening to the radio with headphones on, taking a sip from time to time.

Before the pre trading stage, Halley has already skillfully opened the Yahoo securities page and kept refreshing.

Hotel network is a bit slow, song Ya stares at the screen, waiting for Vivendi Global's data to load.

It's all today. His nervousness has reached its peak. He even feels that he can hear the sound of blood flowing to his brain.

All of a sudden, his pupils suddenly shrink, red, he saw the red, locked eyebrows immediately stretched out.

"No accident! No accident! Sell far more than buy, there are signs of a large number of funds escaping! "

Bill Huang is faster. He shouts excitedly at the trade icon, "go! Let's start! "

With two landline microphones in each person's arms, the operation team began to continuously tap the keyboard, sell and short, and keep in touch with their Manhattan hometown throughout the whole process.

Eighty nine, eighty eight, eighty seven

Vivendi global group made its official debut, and its share price went down all the way.

"Don't be such a little Edgar, the attention of the company's operators can't be completely focused on the capital market, otherwise we will only have to watch the market every day." Messier said to the rich third generation, who were holding their necks.

But this time there was no more laughter around.

"I don't want to lose, maybe you don't realize my desire to win."

Little Bronfman turned and gave him a cold look, but soon he had no time to say anything more, because the cousins in the crowd were ready to stir up again, and there was a sign of making a scene. He had to go out and talk to his subordinates, so that they could keep a close eye on their relatives.

"Smile, keep smiling."

"Let's go to the trading hall. The bell ringing ceremony is about to begin."

Before he left, he finally looked back and saw that Vivendi Global's stock price had fallen below 85 euro and was still plummeting.

"Eighty three Euro!"

At 9:30 sharp, the Paris Exchange opened on time, and Halle yelled out Vivendi's price.

"You don't have to report all the time like an announcer... It makes me headache."

Before the dish fell nearly seven points, which means that the danger of being cleared by many parties is temporarily gone. Song Ya has already make complaints about it.

"Dangdangdang..."

At 10 o'clock sharp, Vivendi global had a large number of hand changes near the 15 minute pause line of 81 euro. This was the first time that the news picture of Messier and Fu San Dai ringing the bell for the opening of the Paris exchange appeared.

"Barry, that rumor last night is probably true, isn't it?"

Montreal, Canada, the old Bronfman watching television pictures clapping forced smile son, and began to love him, even if he had been in France before feeding their sleeping pills, he called Barry Diller's phone, "otherwise Vivendi global will not fall so abnormal."

"Well, it seems that there are other short funds in the market, and some tycoons are taking advantage of Julian Robertson... Maybe plus the fierce attack of aplus to join the short arbitrage." Barry Diller replied.

"Or their more hidden allies?" Asked old browfman.

"I don't know... But I didn't hear."

Barry Diller wry smile: "in this respect, my sense of smell has always been not sensitive, otherwise I would not be defeated by Lei Shidong twice."

"Do you know? In my early years, I once thought that aplus was the white glove of Chicago politics, or simply a cash machine held by little Daley, Underwood and Peter. He spent too much money on local politicians. "

Viacom, leishidong, who has won baridiller twice, is also paying attention to the long and short battle of France. If the present situation can be called war

"And then?" Asked the confidant.

"The boy proved his ability."

Lei Shidong replied, pausing and swearing, "Damn it! We should have shared the cake of Titanic with Fox instead of him Over the years, Lei Shidong will still regret it from time to time.

"That angry bull..."

In Washington, Vice Commander Al Gore, who is fully involved in the general election, also takes time to pay attention. He asks his subordinates, "someone is using aplus's character of impulsive revenge again, right?"

"It seems that Goldman Sachs, Salomon Smith Barney, Lehman Brothers... Addison Mitchell, the boss of Deutsche Bank Merrill Lynch, should also be involved. Deutsche bank knows universal and Vivendi very well.... "

The governors of the world's only superpower naturally have more abundant and accurate sources of information. Their subordinates replied: "however, according to their usual greed, the meat in their mouths can't be shared with others. It's reasonable that they should clear the Tiger Fund and aplus first..."

"Ha ha."

Gore laughed, "maybe they are also a little afraid of aplus's wild boar character. He can mobilize a lot of money?"

"Yes, his clothing company is ready to complete the sale at any time. Is there a wine business? Recently, Yahoo and other companies are rebounding. If they sell in the open market, there is no shortage of people to take over... The Chicago financial group, such as Northern Trust, may also provide support. Add the Bank of south bank and all those crazy admirers... And he's your staunch supporter, deputy commander. "

"Shh Gore interrupts.

"Vivendi global made its debut with a brand new attitude. On its first day, Vivendi global suffered a Waterloo like failure. Just now, at 11:00 a.m. local time in France, Vivendi global fell by as much as 10% in two and a half hours, and was forced to suspend trading for 15 minutes by the Paris exchange."

Listening to the voice over of the news broadcast, little Bronfman seems to have been hit by a wild boar on his chest. He unties his suit button and tie, shortens his breath, and his eyes are bloodshot. "Let him stand up." He ordered the bodyguards.

The bodyguards put up his cousin Sam, "ah!" Little brown man a hook, hard hit each other's belly, cousin pain and bent down, "hold steady." He continued to order, to fight, to pour out all his frustration and anger.

"What are you doing, little Edgar?" Messier pushed the door and came in. Seeing this scene, he immediately closed the door to stop the entourage from entering. "I've endured you for a long time, you naughty boy, fraudster... You must be responsible for the short report. We Vivendi will thoroughly investigate it!"

"Explain your 10 billion dollars!" Little Bronfman yelled at each other.

"Don't be like a gambler who can't afford to lose. Want to bite back? Ha ha... "

Messier pointed to him and sneered. At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket rang. He saw the number and immediately turned to answer the call. His tone became soft. "Mr. Prime Minister..."

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