Chapter 107 Lions Gate History

(The editor suddenly notified that it will be on the shelves at zero o'clock, and there is no preparation at all! I planned to write some light-hearted plots in the past few days, so I had to adjust it. I will only post this chapter today. I will release as many chapters as possible tomorrow. I beg for support!)

Contract signing has never been something that can be completed simply by signing, especially for such a contract with a transaction value of nearly 1 billion US dollars, there are as many as hundreds of relevant clauses, and this does not include thousands of sub-items.

Because Kottweiler is in urgent need of cash flow, he had to concentrate the work of reading the articles that could have been completed in a week into one day.

Yang Cheng sat at the top, and the legal teams of both parties began to consider the terms of the contract one by one. Relatively speaking, today's contract is not complicated, as long as it is confirmed that there will be no follow-up delay after the transaction between the two parties is completed.

Kottweiler drank his coffee, looked at Yang Cheng and then at Riz Khan, hesitant to speak.

"Cotter, if you have anything to say, just say it. After signing the contract, we are considered friends." Yang Cheng said with a smile on his face.

Kottweiler gritted his teeth and expressed his thoughts, "Jason, I have an unkind request."

Yang Cheng raised her hand, "Go ahead, I will help if I can."

"Thank you, that's it. I have a younger brother named Jermaine Weller, who is currently the vice president of Lionsgate and is in charge of distribution. After I leave, with Mark Laches's tough style, I will definitely eliminate dissidents. I I would like you to give Jermaine a chance, he is very capable and has no ambitions, he is a management talent who is good at defending the city."

What Kottweiler hesitated was originally to find a job for his younger brother, no, more precisely, to find a backer.

Yang Cheng was not dissatisfied because of this, people are not sages and sages can be ruthless, personal love is also love, there is nothing embarrassing to speak up for his younger brother, and he really does not have relevant film and television talents at hand.

"You have a bad relationship with Mark Laches?" Yang Cheng was also idle. Rather than waiting tediously, he might as well ask Kurt Weiler for some inside news about Lionsgate.

"I can't say it's not good, how should I put it? It should be described as a conflict of ideas." Seeing that Yang Cheng didn't refuse, and what he asked was considered half-successful, he replied with a thoughtful expression.

"Conflict of ideas?" Yang Cheng repeated Kottweiler's key words.

"That's right, you may be wondering, I have never participated in the operation of Lionsgate, so why do I have a conflict of ideas with the CEO?" Kurt Weiler sighed helplessly.

Yang Cheng nodded, indicating that he did have such doubts.

"In fact, Mark Laches was only a professional manager hired by the board of directors from the beginning. At that time, almost all the board of directors, including the founder, came from Wall Street. Although he loved movies, he really devoted himself to participating in the production and found that things were more difficult than imagined. many."

Kurt Weiler slowly told the history of Lionsgate Films, which is much more accurate and detailed than looking for outsiders to investigate. After all, who can have a personal participant who knows the truth better?

Yang Cheng nodded again, expressing that he understood the difficulties here, and heard Kurt Weiler continue, "Later, someone suggested hiring Hollywood professionals to be in charge of operation management, and the board of directors would assist, and this suggestion was approved by everyone. , so Mark Laches appeared."

After a pause, he took a sip of coffee, "In terms of ability alone, Mark Lachesis is indeed outstanding. He quickly sorted out the messy Lions Gate and found a unique development direction for us."

"Is it mainly low-budget, B-grade movies?" Yang Cheng interrupted and asked.

Kottweiler spread his hands, "That's right, and you have seen it, Lionsgate has risen because of this."

"Well~ you continue." Yang Cheng crossed his legs and continued to listen to the story while holding a coffee cup.

"With such achievements, the board of directors had no choice but to give Mark Laches 5% dry shares and an additional 5% dividend right. This treatment is much higher than the income standard line of Hollywood professional managers, but Mark doesn't Be content with that.

"Speaking of this, Kottweiler showed a twisted look of anger on his face.

Yang Cheng frowned, what exactly did Mark Laches do? Let Kurt Weiler, who looks very kind in front of him, never forget it after many years.

"He stole the box office from the movies released by his own company, and even tampered with the income statement of the movies to make huge profits. Lionsgate lost hundreds of millions of dollars for this. In order to promote the listing of Lionsgate, Mark Latches introduced new investors. Using the money stolen from Lionsgate to forcibly acquire the shares in the hands of minority shareholders, it was not until after the listing that we discovered that Lionsgate no longer belonged to us, and the board of directors was unable to control Mark Laches.”

Kurt's disappointment was palpable, but Yang Cheng did not show sympathy. There are countless cases in the world where he was stabbed in the back by the professional managers he hired and lost control of the company. There is no need for mercy for the board of directors of the company that was stolen.

But Yang Cheng wondered, could it be that the group of elites on the Lionsgate board of directors who claimed to be from Wall Street were all fake? Puzzled, "Hundreds of millions of dollars? Such a large amount can't be covered up at all, and it will definitely leave clues. You didn't want to send someone to investigate him? Then sue?"

Kottweiler smiled ironically, "Ha, of course I thought about it, but it's a pity that I lost to my own people. There will never be short-sighted guys in this world."

Yang Cheng maintained a listening posture, and the story became more and more interesting, "Mark Laches bought the director we sent to investigate with 100 million US dollars, destroyed the evidence, and took advantage of the trend to stand on Mark's side."

"In this way, even if we apply for an official investigation, we will be unable to stand up because of the director's defection." Yang Cheng added.

Kottweiler nodded heavily, "That's right, Mark Laches came to find me later and instilled his ideas in me, hoping that I could support him."

"Is this also the reason why you chose to split the shares and hide them?" Yang Cheng pressed her fingers rhythmically on her thigh and asked.

"Yes, I am still not reconciled. Of course, this also stems from my smooth sailing in the field of energy investment at that time. When I suddenly encountered setbacks, I felt like a stone was blocked in my heart. Over time, this became my heart disease. Now I will hand over the shares to You, I am also relieved."

It is not difficult to see that Kottweiler's vicissitudes of face showed a trace of relief. Lions Gate does not belong to him alone. It is only because of the successive successes at that time, and the depression and awkwardness in his heart can be imagined in the face of sudden failures. Now that I have cut off the fetters with Lionsgate, I can devote myself wholeheartedly to my professional field, regardless of the past.

Chatting is the best way to pass the time. During the chat between Yang Cheng and Kottweiler, they would respond to the disputes of their respective legal teams from time to time. For some irrelevant issues, both parties would take a step back tacitly. Such a harmonious negotiation atmosphere Not common worldwide.

At noon, Yang Cheng invited Cottweiler to have lunch outside. After returning to the office, he watched a movie in the audio-visual room and revisited the classic movies of Lionsgate. Tweiler seemed to be okay. After the movie was played, he commented on it with relish.

What a freak.

At around 3 p.m., Susu invited Yang Cheng and Kurt Weiler from the office to the meeting room.

"Boss, there is no problem with the contract, you can sign it." Ruiz put the two formal contracts in front of Yang Cheng and Kurt Weiler respectively, and stood aside with his hands behind his back.

Yang Cheng and Kurt looked at each other and smiled, took out a Visconti corrugated HRH pen from the pocket of their underwear, put their own Chinese and English signatures on the paper, exchanged contracts with Kurt, signed in the same position, stamped Pen cap.

The two stood up, holding their big hands tightly together, and the conference room burst into warm applause. At this point, a 950 million US dollar equity transaction was completed. If the four-dimensional space needs to hold a signing conference later, Kottweiler will also Coordinated attendance will be included in the contract.

"Kurt, happy cooperation. Regarding Jermaine, I will summon him for an interview as soon as possible. As long as his ability meets my requirements, he will definitely have a place in the brand new Lionsgate." Yang Cheng held Kurt's hand and solemnly promised road.

"Thank you, happy cooperation. There is no doubt about Jermaine's ability. I believe he can meet your requirements."

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Madison Square Garden (Madison Square Garden), referred to as MSG or popularly summarized as [garden].

It is a famous multi-functional stadium in Manhattan, New York, New York, USA. It is located on 8th Avenue, between 31st Street and 33rd Street, directly above Pennsylvania Station. Various large-scale sports competitions, concerts and political events are held here all year round. Activity.

In the evening, Yang Cheng drove a Lamborghini to Madison Square. Every time there was a big game or a theatrical performance, the place would become extremely crowded and full of people.

Lamborghini resolutely turned into a big bull at this moment, staggering forward, the S-M family concert will start at 6:30, and it is already past 6 o'clock. The so-called Wangshan runs to death, and Madison Square is just around the corner, but He just couldn't run, if he hadn't promised Sunny to be there to cheer and cheer, he wouldn't have come here even if he died.

The red high-mounted brake light of the car in front was extremely dazzling, making Yang Cheng dizzy.

Blocking the light with his hand, talking about looking at the nearby Madison Square, he just pushed the door and got off the car, walked through the traffic to the Escalade behind.

"Hansen, you arrange someone to drive my car, and you and Andrew walk directly with me."

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Ten minutes later, Yang Cheng finally came to the back door agreed by Sunny. Sunny in a purple sequin tube top dress was pacing behind the railing with her mobile phone in her arms.

"Oppa, if you're a minute late, I'll be ready to go on stage." Seeing Yang Cheng relieved, Sunny hurriedly called Yang Cheng in.

"It's too late to go out, the road is too congested, I didn't expect you to have a market in the United States?" Yang Cheng followed Sunny into the venue, pointing at the Wuyang Wuyang crowd outside and smacking his tongue.

"What, Koreans are the majority, and foreigners are the minority." Sunny told the truth, but why did the assistant beside her look embarrassed, as if it was embarrassing?

Just as Yang Cheng was about to say something, Hansen suddenly stepped forward and whispered in Yang Cheng's ear, "Boss, I saw Louis Lehman!"

"What? Are you sure?"