Chapter 1235 Exit

"Yes, acting in concert, me, and you."

Barry Diller confirmed to Bronfman Jr. with mixed emotions, recalling the golf course in Montreal not long ago.

He was invited to visit and had a good chat with the owner, Bronfman Sr.

The old man looked much more haggard than the last time we met, but he was still in good spirits, and he drove the golf cart to the next hole.

The old man still had the lingering prestige that he had won with DuPont in the ConocoPhillips acquisition battle, and he knew that he had won a lot from the opponent's idiot son. Barry Diller felt a little guilty and carefully observed his words.

"Little Edgar adores you, Barry."

Arriving at the destination, the old man was helped out of the car by the caddy.

"We appreciate each other, he is very good, is the best." Barry Diller complimented.

"Hahaha!" The old man cheerfully used the club as a crutch and strode ahead.

"What do you think of the Digital Millennium Act?" The old man asked casually while setting up the ball and gesturing with the club.

"The current submission... terms are very unfavorable to us," Barry Diller replied.

"Well, I've also noticed that little Edgar needs your support very much now." The old man asked, "The chances of passing are high, right? Especially in the Senate, stopping it is almost an impossible task."

"I understand." Barry Diller smiled: "I will stay in Washington and fight with him in the near future."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, Mr. Bronfman."

"Oh, by the way, thank you for making two shots and helping Seagram Global Group solve the cash flow difficulties."

The old man was referring to buying all the media companies under Universal and part of Beimi's distribution network for 1.5 billion at a time and 2.6 billion at a time.

Barry Diller was a little confused about the real intention of the other party to mention this matter, and felt that he needed to explain emphatically, "Actually, you don't need to thank me, I am a person who divides business very clearly, and although I am the chairman of the board of IAC, In fact, the shareholding ratio is not high, and it is a joint decision of the board of directors to cooperate with Little Edgar."

"IAC? Is it a company related to the latter acquisition?"

Old Bronfman paused and thought for a moment.

"Yes."

The latter acquisition of 2.6 billion is profitable, but the price is relatively normal. He can't be too ruthless for IAC, which has a small shareholding ratio, but the former is worth 1.5 billion. In the deal, he raised 1.2 billion in cash plus about 300 million dollars in half of Diller Media's shares, and he got a huge profit, and his status and energy in the media field have been greatly improved.

It seems that the old man has turned back to business from his retirement status? He didn't want to talk too much, and while nodding in agreement, he was secretly vigilant.

"I remember your current nickname in Hollywood is 'Killer'?"

Every word the old man said seems to be a metaphor,

Very stressful.

But Barry Diller is not a vegetarian, "Ha!" He laughed self-deprecatingly, "It's all in the past. If I was really a competent killer, I wouldn't be defeated by Redstone twice, just like me. Ovitz, David Geffen, who came out of the William Morris mailroom, became billionaires early on."

"Don't be so humble, Barry."

The old man hit the ball, and then walked to the landing point on his own.

Barry Diller had no choice but to tee off alone. By the way, he used this gap to think quickly and try to figure it out. The two met again on the green.

"I'm one shot ahead of you?" The green of this hole was relatively high, and the wind blew the flag at the entrance of the hole fluttering. The old Bronfman who was waiting there stood there waiting for him, provoking half-truth.

"The game isn't over yet." Barry Diller pointed at the opponent's ball.

The old Bronfman focused on aiming, and after a long time of gestures, he putt carefully. The caddy picked up the flag, and the white golf ball moved forward slowly, and finally passed the edge of the hole.

"Damn it!" The old man cursed, and got angry and made another shot before making up the ball.

"The problem with the wind." Barry Diller put down his ball and easily putt into the hole with a long distance.

"I have an idea, Barry, you should cooperate more deeply with little Edgar, you are the best partner, and he only listens to you now..."

The old Bronfman waved the caddies away, "What do you think?"

"oh?"

"You should become people acting in concert. In the future, whether it is Seagram Global Group or your Diller Media, I have seen the repurchase agreement you signed with Little Edgar." The old man asked, "How is it?"

"I don't have shares in Seagram Global Group..."

"The repurchases will be paid in the form of shares, subject to a side agreement."

"Isn't that good?"

"What's wrong? He told me that you are very optimistic about the future of Seagram Global Group, and you yourself think he is the best young man. In this case, it is more beneficial for both parties to join forces, isn't it? I also I can retire with peace of mind."

The old man's eyes became very sharp, and he stared at his face and asked, "Or you don't actually think that's the case?"

"The buyback period is still early."

"I know, so you have to help him find a buyer who is willing to accept Seagram Global Group before the buyback, if the Digital Millennium Act is passed this time."

The old man said: "I know that it is difficult to sell a business of tens of billions, but I think the situation is very bad now, everything must be planned in advance, and the betting agreement with Merrill Lynch must be sold before the expiration of the betting agreement, all sold. "

Barry Diller squinted his eyes and looked at the white-haired old man in front of him. He seemed to see an old lion king licking his wound. When he said "sell it all", his expression was full of unconcealable reluctance and pain.

"Sell? Are you referring to Seagram, the wine company accumulated by three generations of the Bronfman family, plus the world's largest record group and one of the seven major Hollywood film companies?"

He confirmed with surprise.

"Yes."

The old man nodded firmly: "I have studied all the reports and the betting agreement with Merrill Lynch. If you don't sell it early, Edgar will probably go bankrupt when the agreement expires in 2002. He borrowed too much money and the future of the record industry is not good. Miao... People around him may not dare to mention this huge danger to him, but you should tell the truth, he trusts you so much."

"It's not that serious. Even if the Digital Millennium Act is passed, we can still get favorable precedents through copyright litigation. The current version of the legal restrictions is very vague and there is a lot of space."

Barry Diller didn't intend to tell the truth, and he didn't want to go back and sign a concerted actor agreement with the other party's stupid son. He was still waiting for the repurchase to make the last big sum of money. The plan was very mature. , The net worth of one billion depends on what happened, so I pretended to be stupid and continued to persuade.

After hearing this, the old man took a deep breath, bent slightly, rubbed his chest, turned and walked towards the golf cart, he said: "It is because of the extremely low odds of little Edgar in the game of this bill that the Internet industry and Wall Street I haven't killed him yet, part of it is my relationship, because I still have a few thin faces. But if we continue to entangle, everything will be very different. We can't compete with the Internet industry. The entire United States relies on the information technology revolution... ...Don't you also have some website that will spin off and go public next month?"

Barry Diller stopped talking and followed silently, planning to find an excuse to leave after the entertainment.

"And there are many thieves gathered around little Edgar."

The impatient old man pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, "Damn it, if between the Prohibition era and the 1970s, there must be only one end for that kind of treacherous villain, sinking to the bottom of the Great Lakes to feed the fish."

"hehe……"

"Barry." Hearing his perfunctory laughter, the old man turned his head and poked his heart with his index finger, "I won't just watch little Edgar go bankrupt and do nothing, my life is speeding up, I don't How much patience! I still have the ability to wage one last war with this old face!"

"No, he is excellent, I always think so." Barry Diller perfunctory.

"Then stand with him! Business is business. I'm not a person who can't afford to lose, and I won't be foolishly entangled in the past. I don't care if you really regard him as a friend in your heart, but after signing the supplement of people acting in concert After the agreement, I don’t think everything will be a problem, as long as you want to run your own business well, he can at least keep a piece of property.”

The old man spoke quickly and frankly: "I'm sorry that I was a bit direct today. No matter how much you got from Edgar, I will admit it... and I will even appreciate you more. I didn't realize it before... so it's not as good... I simply entrust little Edgar's future to you! I beg you..."

"Don't be so old, Mr. Bronfman..." Barry Diller was quite moved by his soft and hard tactics, "Little Edgar is very proud, and I am not sure how to convince him..."

"But he does consider you his best friend."

"Okay, okay, let me try..."

"Mr. Bronfman? Mr. Bronfman?"

Barry Diller and his son eventually signed on, half-baited and tricked a bit, but generally smooth.

August 27th was the day when the Grand Commander was questioned by Special Prosecutor Starr. The old man had fulfilled his wish. He sat at the head of the meeting room in a suit and tie, and dozed off in the middle of the long meeting.

"Huh?" He looked up blankly.

"We're going to sign with the Swiss," reminded an old friend of the Jewish Congress.

"OK."

He glanced at the Swiss who was sitting upright on one side, and then looked at the other side, where his compatriots sat there with very serious expressions.

He took a pen to sign.

After the settlement agreement was completed, the Swiss who had paid more than 12 billion dollars got up and chatted for a while, and then filed out with restraint.

The atmosphere in the office became more and more oppressive.

"Uh, after this matter is completed, my mission is also over. Due to physical reasons, I will take this opportunity to resign my chairmanship and choose another day." He announced: "We will inform you later."

No one else in the room responded.

"That's it?" He squeezed out a smile, put his hands on the table and pretended to stand up easily.

"Thank you for what you have done for everyone these years, Mr. Bronfman." Everyone came over to say goodbye one after another, some said a simple thank you, and some shook hands blankly before striding away.

After everyone left, he finally showed a tired and slumped look, and sat alone in a daze for a long, long time.

"Won't you watch the hearing together, Vic?"

In Chicago, colleagues from the small town police department gathered in front of the TV in the lobby, waiting to watch the melon-eating show.

"Twenty-four hours, twenty-four hours a day to talk about this..."

Vic McGee laughed and complained about them, "Aren't you tired of watching it? I'm about to vomit anyway."

Colleagues laughed, concentrated on watching the TV and ignored him.

He is a small clerk who is completely impossible to be promoted, and his popularity in this police station is not good, "I... I will go first to pick up the child."

Of course, he still has a lot of extra money. If it weren't for this skin, there would be no need to obediently live on a dead salary. He lifted his chin to his colleagues who manage attendance, and he would sneak away regardless of whether the other party agreed or disagreed.

He drove to his ex-wife's house first, and successfully picked up Kasiti's autistic younger siblings. The youngest daughter was only mildly ill, and his son worried him more. Seeing that they were getting older, it became more difficult for the father and son to communicate.

"well!"

He concealed his worries and tried his best to have fun, and the family of three went to have a Chinese meal happily, and then set off for a small private playground nearby.

'boom! boom! boom! '

He was leading his son to hit a balloon with his hand, and suddenly felt that the gun holster on his waist was rubbed, and he immediately protected it vigilantly. It should be just a common collision, and the gun is still there.

"Hey! Walk carefully!"

The one who bumped into him just now was a black man who hid his head and tail with a sweater hood. He walked forward with his head muffled and sneaky. After hearing his loud complaints, he simply ran away.

"Hey you! Stop!"

There is definitely a problem, his sense of smell has always been very accurate, this guy either just stole someone else's wallet, or just completed a small drug transaction, "You wait for me here." He told his son and daughter , Excited to chase after.

The blacks ran faster and faster.

"Stop him!"

Hey, he touched his bald head and smiled, ran wild in the playground like a wild boar, and shouted at the playground guard who happened to be standing on the escape route of the black man.

The guard did stop him and bumped into the black man face-to-face. Both sides lost their balance. The black man staggered to the low fence of the playground and easily turned over.

"Stop! Nger!"

It's just a thief, and it happens that this place is remote, so he can finally swear that word out of his throat, and climb over the fence with perseverance.

Just as he landed, he saw the black man turn around and take something out of his pocket.

"SHXT!"

'boom! '

He cursed shortly, and just touched the holster with his hand, the black man picked up the butt and disconnected the fire.

It was all over in an instant, and he fell down.

It's definitely not a thief, it's too accurate, the escape route may have been designed, but it was too late, just like the stormtrooper brother Sean who still fell on the streets of Mississippi after changing his name and surname, he was facing the sky with his eyes open in disbelief. Died on the cold street.

It was also a flick between the eyebrows, and blood gradually flowed from the back of the head.

Chicago 1990