In a luxurious villa in Hollywood, Los Angeles, Stringer was sitting in the living room watching the live media broadcast on TV. When he saw a reporter interviewing a black fan of MJ, the black man yelled at the camera: "Arrest Stringer." Ge, otherwise we will beat him to death when we see him!"
"Kill Stringer!"
¡°Protest, protest!¡±
"Get out of the United States!"
Howard Stringer's eyes were filled with suppressed anger, and his body seemed to be trembling. In fact, he was afraid in his heart. He was afraid. He didn't expect that Jackson was dead, but Morrie actually showed his weakness and said in front of the media that he was Hired killer.
"Humph, no one can think of me going to jail without evidence!" Stringer looked proud. In the United States, he has a wide network of contacts, and the law is free. There is insufficient evidence at present. There is a 99% chance that he will not go to jail, but he will only go out in the future. Just be more careful. Even before, he was rarely exposed!
"Chairman, this is a call from the headquarters!" A Japanese man in a black suit walked in with a mobile phone and said.
Stringer calmly took the phone. If it weren't for MJ's great influence, he used to be surrounded by tall black bodyguards, but now he could only replace them all and apply to the headquarters for Japanese bodyguards.
"Stringer, the board of directors has decided to temporarily abolish your rights and position as chairman!"
"What?" Stringer put the phone to his ear. After hearing this sentence, he just asked and the phone hung up.
"Bang!" He threw away the phone and cursed in front of the Japanese bodyguards: "Asshole! Makoto Takegawa, you Japanese are trash. Even"
"Pa!" The Japanese bodyguard next to him didn't let him finish his curse, and slapped him away. The slap caused Stringer to bleed from the corner of his mouth, and he lay on the sofa motionless in fear.
The Japanese bodyguard gave him a cold look and said, "Fake Oil, go to hell!"
After saying that, the Japanese bodyguard turned around and walked out of the living room of the villa. Then Stringer walked out of the villa with his face covered in anger and fear. When he arrived at the door, he saw that the four Japanese bodyguards who were protecting him all got into cars and left the big yard, and rushed out without looking back.
"Cowardly and stupid. Like a dog!"
"Do you think that if you compromise and wag your tail, your opponent will let you go? I can't live, and you will die even worse!"
The moment Howard Stringer knew he had been dismissed from his post. Then we learned that Suoni Group had abandoned Suoni Music Company. On the surface, what happened now was driven by MJ fans. In fact, Stringer had already guessed that it was Renren Group or Zhang Qihang who was dealing with them.
He now has no position, and Renren Group will immediately obtain the management rights of Suoni Group. It is even said that Suoni Group will sell the 50% to Renren Group to let the anger of MJ fans subside, because after this. There is no Suoni Music in the world, there is only MJ Empire Music Group.
Stringer¡¯s analysis was correct. On the 29th, Cai Lin took the management from Los Angeles to New York. While tens of thousands of MJ fans were parading on the streets, she started negotiations with Suo Ni. At a press conference that day, Takekawa Makoto and other Japanese people bought the other 50% to Renren Group.
Zhang Qihang, who was buying low-priced stocks with Liu Haichao, naturally also knew the news that Soni Music was completely acquired. He also understood that the Japanese raised the white flag and surrendered. This can be seen from Takekawa Zhen's announcement of withdrawing the power of Stringer's chairman. Out of everything.
On this day, May 30, Zhang Qihang got up from his bed in a hotel near the company. Walking outside the window and looking at the deserted streets, MJ fans dispersed from Wall Street overnight and sneered: "Humph!"
"Do you think I will let you go?" He said to himself with firm eyes.
But he immediately regained his composure, because Zhang Qihang had to call them every day now when he was out, especially since Yang Mi and Huang Jingyi were both almost eight months pregnant, and both were living in a well-known private aristocratic hospital in Canada. Huang Jingyi's body, Zhang Qihang I feel relieved, but Yang Mi can't. Her body is a little weak, and she is busy dealing with Suo Ni. She can't go over to accompany them this month. Naturally, after getting up every morning, the first thing she does is chat with them and make fun of them. Fan, keep mother and child in a happy mood.
"You have experienced the first time in your life again!"
"I really want to fly over right away, squat next to you, lean on your belly and listen to your daughter's naughty moments!"
Yang Mi¡¯s voice on the phone changed from deep to happy and laughing, while Huang Jingyi and Zhang Qihang chatted for a while. Each of them only called for ten minutes. Zhang Qihang checked the time, comforted her, and hung up the phone.
Because even the small radiation-proof mobile phones they used contained a little bit of radiation, he naturally paid attention to it.
After eating breakfast downstairs, I immediately got in the Mercedes-Benz driven by the bodyguard and came to the?In front of the Wall Street Company Building.
"Today, Soni's share price dropped from 24.8 yesterday to 22.2, but it has not continued to fall anymore. We bought US$3 billion from Buffett, accounting for about 8% of the shares. We are worth US$8 billion, about 22% of the shares, in total. 30% shares!¡±
Liu Haichao is sitting on the sofa in the office, lighting a cigarette, with dark circles on his face. Unlike Zhang Qihang, he can go to bed, sort out stocks at night, and go to bed at three or four in the morning.
"How much money do we have left?" Zhang Qihang couldn't help but take out a cigarette and smoke it.
"After spending 11.0234 billion U.S. dollars, there is still 3.0561 billion U.S. dollars left. According to today's market price, we can still acquire about 10% of the shares!" Liu Haichao said while looking at the information in his hand. He already felt a great sense of accomplishment. , as long as 40% of the shares are acquired, the entire Soni Group's voice is already in its hands. Without 51%, as long as two board members are recruited, the Soni Group can be completely controlled.
Zhang Qihang frowned. He didn¡¯t think so. The Soni Group is owned by the Japanese, and the majority of the board members are from the Japanese side, excluding Americans and other investment funds.
But after Jackson passed away, MJ fans vented their attacks on Soni Group. Soni Group resigned in large numbers and went on strike. Many American and investment funds also sold stocks to make money. They were worried that Soni Group's stocks would never get back up after falling to the bottom, or they would go bankrupt.
However, Zhang Qihang doesn¡¯t believe in bankruptcy. Unless he blocks the Japanese yen and puts pressure on the island country¡¯s government, there is no way to lend money to support Soni. Otherwise, he still cannot defeat Soni¡¯s bankruptcy.
Of course, Soni cannot get much funding from the island government now, and the impact of the financial crisis is still there. The Soni incident not only caused the stock price of one of its groups to plummet, but also all the group companies on Wall Street were falling, except for Renren group.
"Can you know how many odd stocks there are in the stock market?" Zhang Qihang thought, planning to invest another amount of money in it. 40% income is not his goal. The minimum goal is 51%. He can control the Suoni Group without any suspense. . . )
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