Chapter 1401

Little Bronfman fled back to the castle in a hurry. In the evening, he appeared at the dinner party and left France overnight. He took a private plane to his home in Canada.

It's not that he doesn't want to keep his face open and socialize for a while. As soon as he appears at the dinner party, he is surrounded by guests. The elegant upper class people of the past have become no different from the common people, questioning, complaining, scolding and spying in English, French and even Spanish.

The market value of Vivendi global has evaporated 31 billion euro in three days, but this does not mean that it only involves the amount of capital. The stock price of Vivendi global is used as the target of gambling by the long and short sides. Many of the wins and losses have nothing to do with the Paris exchange itself, or even the fundamentals of Vivendi global.

With today's limit down again, many parties suffered heavy losses.

Most of them are from their own camp. Many guests complain that they put their money into Vivendi global to buy the bottom, or even use leverage to do more.

For example, the fund manager who jumped off the building in the afternoon.

Of course, the hapless ghost has jumped to death and can't speak. It can only become the talk of others.

"I heard there was a jump near the Paris exchange today?"

Song Yawen, who has just finished the mission of blade 2 in Barcelona.

"As far as I know, there is more than one in Paris. It seems that there has been a jump on Wall Street. There are also people here who are fighting with us. Today, not only Vivendi global, but also BNP Paribas, Societe Generale and many other stocks have plummeted. The French media have begun to call this week's domestic stock market tragedy with stock disaster. It's very sad... "

Julian Robertson replied: "Vivendi global alone falls the limit on Tuesday, falls four points on Wednesday, and falls the limit on Thursday. The French will be impatient."

"In that case, should we start to quit?" Song Ya asked.

"It's not urgent. According to the panic atmosphere in the French capital market, at least they can't come back tomorrow. Tomorrow is Friday and the weekend is two days. They have to make a rescue plan. It's estimated that there will be danger next Monday." Julian Robertson replied.

They talk about the strategy for tomorrow. Song Ya wants to run for revenge and earn enough money, but Julian Robertson is still not satisfied. They have differences, but Julian Robertson is more professional and has more experience.

"So it's a deal. Let's leave tomorrow at the end of the day?"

According to this morning's horizontal trend, in the afternoon, with the position of ABN Addison and the false news of ACN, Songya felt that his insistence was indeed a bit conservative, which led to the Avengers alliance not making enough money, so he gave in. "If Vivendi global falls to 10 points again, we will also exit before the 15 minute suspension of trading."

"After that, fifteen minutes won't change anything." "I don't think the French will be able to organize any effective resistance tomorrow," Julian Robertson said

"I'm afraid they'll make an emergency suspension on the pretext of abnormal stock price fluctuations." Song Ya said.

"They should also take into account the pressure of public opinion."

Today, after Vivendi global dropped its limit, the British media began to call on the French government to safeguard its financial freedom. The credibility of the capital market is very strong.

"All right." Song Ya agreed.

"By the way, are you going to Paris tomorrow? Aplus, don't blame me for not reminding you. Vivendi global and the French may hate you to the bone now. Is it necessary to take risks personally? " Asked Julian Robertson.

"Well, I'll sign a contract in Paris tomorrow to sell my wine business and clothing business, as well as the announcement of blade 2. The itinerary has been set."

Songya's original intention is to estimate that the struggle will reach the most intense moment tomorrow. He just got a huge sum of cash and went to Paris to fight in person. Unexpectedly, the French lost so quickly

"I like discipline and follow a definite plan, Julian." He said metaphorically.

"Ha ha, you have earned my respect, Mr. Black law."

Julian Robertson complimented, but didn't take it.

"Are you really going to Paris tomorrow?" Sloan listened in and asked anxiously after the conversation.

"What do you think?" Song Ya asked.

Sloan shrugged, "safety first, aren't you afraid of being shot again? Or there's something wrong with the plane... "

"Didn't Addison of Deutsche Bank jump up and down today? He just came out to win credit? He attracts more hatred than I do Song Ya said.

"However, ACN reported yesterday that shortly after lair Cohen ran away, lair Cohen himself appeared outside the New York state prosecutor's office building to refute rumors, and at the same time took the initiative to the case." Sloan shook his head: "anyone with a clear eye will guess our role in this."

"Hey, hey."

Sonya grinned. Unfortunately, it's still too late. If you spread a rumor and refute it, you can't save the confidence of the Paris stock market no matter how fast Mr. lairkorn is

"I've just cheated Julian Robertson. From tonight on, I'm not going to reveal all my true thoughts to him anymore..." Songya said, "I'm afraid he will run before me tomorrow. You also said that his Tiger Fund has started to receive capital injection in Wall Street, that is, he has a large amount of funds that he can control independently."

"I don't know. You're afraid that he's going to run there first, causing our money to be tied up?" Sloan is quick to respond.

"Yes, he knows I don't want to play anymore, so the foundation of cooperation is almost gone."

Song Ya nodded.

"Well." Sloan took out a hundred euros with admiration.

"Keep the account and take it out of the money you owe me." Songya generously pushed the big money back.

"One yard to one yard!"

As if she had been insulted, she shrieked her voice and forced the money into the man's pocket. "Besides, during the day... I only agreed with Harry because you were under so much pressure..."

"OK, OK." Sonya hooked her chin with her index finger and laughed.

"Behave yourself!"

“OK，OK……”

"Is Halle's mouth tight enough?"

"What do you think? You two are so close during the day... "

"No more!"

June 23, 2000, Montreal, Canada, "father!" Little Bronfman stayed up all night, but insisted on waiting for the housekeeper to inform him before entering his father's room.

Seeing his father sitting in a wheelchair with silver hair, wrinkled face and covered his knees with a thin blanket, he felt guilty. It's only a few years since his father has worried so much about his old age. He rushed over pitifully and fell in front of his father, "sorry, wuwuwu..."

"Come back, little Edgar, just come back."

Old Bronfman fondly stroked his son's head. "Didn't you sleep well last night?" Laughing and pointing at each other's Hu slag asked.

"Where can I sleep..." said little Bronfman.

"Well."

Old Bronfman deliberately left his son in the air for some time. He looked at the stock machine and found that the Paris exchange had opened again.

Today, there is no more long and short war, Vivendi global is almost falling at a constant speed.

Fifty eight, fifty-seven, fifty-six... The stock price is heading for fifty.

Today, the French government has done nothing, and under the pressure of the US prosecution to start an investigation, it also said that it will soon enter the investigation procedure against Vivendi's false accounts. In addition, they also claim to crack down on illegal speculation, but this kind of saying is no different from farting.

While chatting with his father, little Bronfman was more and more afraid to watch, "I beat Sam in Paris." He knew that his cousin would complain when he came back, so he found a chance to admit, "he did it first."

"I know."

Sure enough, the old man didn't get angry. "He's been here. It's OK. I know you're under a lot of pressure."

"Yes, I'm going crazy, our family..."

"Don't say it. Is it going to drop ten points?" The old man pointed to the stock machine.

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"Yes, a little bit more than fifty-three will enter the 15 minute suspension period." Answered little Bronfman.

"Well."

Soon, the father and son saw the trading of Vivendi global stop and enter the temporary suspension.

“YES！ YES！”

The paper in the operating room of the Avengers alliance is flying everywhere, and everyone takes the opportunity to enter the celebration. After nearly four days of intense work, the computer screen is stuffed with pizza boxes, instant noodles buckets, paper towels and other sundries, which smell terrible and messy.

Song Zecheng embraces his chest with both hands and looks around all this calmly. His small eyes behind the lens blink.

"Song! Listen The muffler suddenly exclaimed.

"Well? be quiet! All quiet Song Zecheng seems to have heard something else, and he quickly bounces down the carnival operators.

Bill Huang and others shut up immediately.

"Whoa, whoa..." is the sound of a French police car whistle.

The crowd immediately ran to the window and opened a crack in the shutter blade with all hands and feet.

As expected, several police cars were parked on the street. French police officers got out of the car and gathered around a police officer. Then they were led to rush to the building next door.

"Hoo..." bill Huang was relieved.

Song Zecheng thought seriously for a while, "everyone leave your seats! Against the wall! All against the wall He ordered, "you! Take over bill's job

"What? What？！” Bill Huang saw that Lao Hei, who had been watching behind his back these days, sat down in his seat and began to operate quickly.

Song Zecheng glared at him, "you violated the agreement! I'll tell the boss! " After a word of confrontation, he stood against the wall with the other operators and dared not speak.

"I have the right to deal with emergencies." Song Zecheng looked at the clock and said, "muffler!"

Power line computer is started, and the power line is removed. The old Kwai men quickly pull the machine off the box, take the hard disk out and splash it directly.

The room began to smell scorched. Fifteen minutes later, glasses old black continued to trade with Bill Huang's computer A few minutes later, he yelled and held his hands straight up.

“OMG！”

Bill Huang saw the high line on the screen and knew that the aplus camp had bought back all the stocks and redeemed the empty order

"All right?" Song Zecheng's mobile phone kept ringing in his arms. He looked at it, recognized Julian Robertson's number, put it in his arms and refused to answer it.

Bill Huang did not dare to ask if it was the boss. He had made an appointment to contact again during the suspension of trading.

"All right!" Glasses old black answer.

"Go! Let's go! Get out of here, and someone will take you out of France! " Song Zecheng slapped the operators out of the room, turned off the last computer, took out the hard disk and gave it to the network security team outside.

It men are using professional tools to disassemble hard disks one by one, pry out smooth disks, physically destroy silencers with hammers, and then pack them into garbage bags.

"Well, I'll report it. Goodbye then."

When Bill Huang left, he suddenly felt reluctant. He looked back at the room where he had been fighting for a long time. There, he and his partners had done a great thing, which knocked down the company with a market value of 100 billion yuan from the altar.

"See you later. Let's go, through the back door." Song Zecheng shook hands with him, then motioned to the bodyguards to "escort" the group out until they got into the car and disappeared into the bustling traffic in Paris.

"Let's go too, go! Go！ Go！”

He and the mufflers drove to the outskirts of the city to separate the garbage bags with broken disks.

"Hey

After Vivendi Global's share price reopened, it rebounded a lot. Little Bronfman jumped from his father's side.

Did Messier pick the time to fight back? Ben excluded his wishful speculation from the decision-making level, but he was soon disappointed. It was estimated that some big players made profits and left the market. After the rebound, the stock price lost its support again. This time, it went straight to the 18.75 limit line.

“M-FXXK！ It's only morning! Messier, that trash

There was a lot of money running away before the limit. However, Vivendi global finally closed with a limit of 48 euro. He was so angry that he kicked over his chair.

"Calm down, little Edgar." The old father advised.

"I'm calm now!" He habitually replied, and immediately responded, "father! We have to find a way! "

"I want to find a way. I want you back to find a way." The old man replied.

"To be honest, the market is very irrational. Even if Vivendi conceals 10 billion euro debt from us, it should not be worth only 48 billion euro. No, even with 10 billion euro? Their fundamentals are not so bad. I know more about the situation of sigma global. "

The more he said, the more he felt that there was still a chance. He was gradually excited and walked up and down in front of his father. "Isn't this a good opportunity to seal the bottom? Let's invest some more money to protect the market and increase the family's shareholding in Vivendi global group by the way. Next Monday... Right! Next Monday will definitely rebound! Let's make our own wave! Then he drove away Messier at the board of directors. Now it's just the right time. Too many shareholders are dissatisfied with him! "

"It seems that the idea is... Good." The old man thought and answered.

"Right? Father, how much more can we raise? "

He got more positive, "hey? Are all the Picasso, Monet and Van Gogh paintings at home

"In..." old Bronfman recalled, "in the vault."

"Shall I go and have a look? Those oil paintings are in a good market now! Especially Monet's water lilies Of course, he knew where the vault was. "Didn't you change the code?"

"No, the key!"

"Oh, oh!" He took the key from his father and rushed to it. He skillfully opened a hidden secret door, and then successfully entered the correct password. With the key, he opened the art vault like a bank vault.

"Bang!"

As soon as the shadow of others disappeared at the door, the old man closed the door from the outside. The old man, who was still standing steadily after leaving the wheelchair, pressed the code lock a few times, then rolled his eyes, took down the key and gave it to a confidant, "I'm going out for a while, don't starve him."

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