Manhattan, at the Waldorf Astoria, Littman booked a suite with a small conference room, no reporters, no flashing lights, and no outsiders.

Since Littleman Publishing is a family-owned business, the shareholding structure is simple and complex, and the row across the long conference table is full, except for lawyers and accountants, the rest are his relatives who own a small amount of equity, and before they formally sign the acquisition memorandum, they must first sign the documents related to the authorization and the distribution of profits after the sale of the publishing house.

Litman didn't want to coordinate his relatives in front of him when he was about to do it, just go to the scene to sign it, but the atmosphere in the conference room was still very depressing, Song Ya tried not to disturb them, put his elbows on the table, kept his cheeks quiet, and waited silently.

"Humph!"

A white man who looked a little like Littman sneered after signing the letter, then leaned back in his chair with his hands cocked and leaned back into his chair with a mocking look on his face waiting to see a good show.

Does this man seem to be Litman's cousin or cousin? Anyway, I heard Ovitz say that he had stumbled on Littman in selling the publishing house, and the feud between the two was formed when Littman's grandfather divided the family property.

The document was passed to a delicately dressed and elegant white lady beside Littman, her lower lips trembled slightly as she held the pen, and immediately after signing with difficulty, she took out her handkerchief and tapped it at the corner of her left and right eyes.

"Don't do that, Mam......"

Littman snatched the paper from his mother, who was sobbing silently, signed it neatly, and then dropped his pen and looked at Ovitz in the middle of the table.

"Lawyers for both sides." Ovitz gestured to Goodman and the opposing lawyer.

"No problem."

Goodman and Samuel of Coopers examined the document and pushed it to Songya.

Song Ya personally carefully examined it.

The deal includes an 89 percent stake in Litman Publishers, which owns its headquarters in a small town in New York State, a new printing house near its headquarters, and an old printing house in a small town in the South, all of which are owned or partially owned by the land, plant and equipment.

Offices and office space in major cities across the country are all rented.

The publishing house owns the copyright and distribution rights of many textbooks and other publications, as well as the distribution rights of some newspapers, magazines and advertising prints. It has also signed long-term contracts with some brands for the compilation, printing and distribution of promotional materials, most of which are junk letters that are regularly stuffed into the mailboxes at residents' doorsteps.

"So you got the advertisement for this yacht company?"

Song Ya saw a familiar brand, from a yacht manufacturer who often harassed her, and sent it to Highland Park every week with a thick list of yacht models, printed on coated paper, so beautiful that it was not lost to fashion magazines.

"Hmm." Littleman wasn't in the mood to talk about that.

Song Ya continued to read, the second most valuable in the asset package is the vast majority of the equity of high-fidelity magazines, followed by the equity of newspapers and magazines such as modern photography and stereo reviews, and the latter proportion does not exceed 50%, and some of them do not even have a board seat for the corresponding magazine.

From hooking up to today, the two sides have a clear understanding of each other, in the year that Littman sold himself America Music Magazine, the value of these print media alone is estimated to be more than 50 million, and now 85 million can still catch up with a publishing house that is functioning normally, is still in break-even, and has a slight profit......

“OK。”

Song Ya felt that there was no problem, and that the early time he won it, he could advance the distribution of the educational videotapes as soon as possible, which required the education departments of the public relations states and the education committees in the parliaments, and Littleman Magazine was fully competent.

"APLUS, YOU'RE ...... OVER THERE," OVITZ POINTED.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

The pre-emptive obligation on their part is to license Johnny Carson's unfinished memoirs to Littleman Press, and to them to print and distribute America's music magazine," said Mrs. Carson, Ms. Fleming. Johnny Carson's current wife, America's music editor-in-chief, Shirley Fleming, and the lawyers involved were also present, so they signed the documents they were responsible for signing.

Finally, when the time came to sign the acquisition memorandum, the lawyers of both parties put the thick documents in front of the two men.

Do not change the name of the publishing house, and leave a seat for the director of Littleman......

checked again, and finally looked at the figure of 85 million knives in the document, Song Ya subconsciously pouted his teeth, and his heart was ruthless, and he signed his name everywhere in the document pointed out by Goodman, and then the two sides exchanged documents and continued to sign their heads.

"Whew!"

Eighty-five million, plus the acquisition cost is more than 90 million, because of his trust in Sloan, he didn't pay much attention to the entire acquisition in person, and the pressure was still very high when he really took out real money, he breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hand to Littleman: "Let's celebrate?" ”

"No, I still have a meeting." Litman, who finally showed a little melancholy, refused.

What will? Oh, his creditors are waiting outside, "Then I won't bother." ”

Litman didn't bother to send it, and raised his hand to indicate that he understood.

Before Song Ya and his party left and the creditors entered, a fierce quarrel with a southern accent suddenly broke out in the conference room, which had nothing to do with him.

"It's a good business, boy!"

Ovitz patted him affectionately on the cheek, "What's the saying?" Only the more painful the negotiation partner, the more you can prove that the deal is done right! ”

"Hopefully ......"

Song Ya didn't think that this old man had done his best, no matter what, this was already a difficult thing to change, and after the transaction was officially completed in January next year, nearly 100 million green rice knives would no longer belong to him.

"Dress yourself up nicely at night, and I'll show you a few big shots." Ovitz said.

"At night?"

"How?"

"I'm going to a charity auction here in the evening." I made an appointment with Murdoch, and it was inconvenient to tell Ovitz about this.

"Hah! So we're talking about the same thing, see you in the evening? ”

"See you in the evening."

The two sides parted in the hallway, and Song Ya gentlemanly sent Ms. Fleming out of the hotel before returning to her suite.

"Are you going to appear socially with him?" Sloan asked.

"This guy better understand his situation and not embarrass me."

Song Ya only knew that this charity auction was presided over by Mrs. Astor herself, and that Murdoch would definitely be there in the evening, and perhaps others in the media industry, who were too close to Ovitz, and gossip could easily reach the ears of the Disney Emperor.

Although he didn't ask Fox if it would comply with the ban initiated by Disney, Hollywood moguls probably wouldn't have a public relationship with Ovitz at this time, "Tired! "After a week of intense rehearsals, he collapsed on the couch and refused to get up in the morning when he was still in Chicago.

"So you don't have any plans for the publishing house and magazine that you just spent 85 million on?"

Sloan tossed a pillow over.

"Of course there is, but I'm sorry for the inconvenience to disclose it now, so let's talk about it when we actually get it." Song Ya sells Guanzi.

"Litman won't break the contract, and if you look at his situation today, you know that you can't afford to lose it." Sloan said.

"I've had so many accidents that there's no need to gamble."

Song Ya smiled: "Don't worry, I will revitalize this publishing house, it can already get by." ”

"What about the magazines?"

"Magazines can be opened to find buyers, and the news has been spread out by Ms. Shirley Fleming." Song Ya replied.

"These are all things that Littleman can't sell."

"Maybe from next year onwards, we're going to have to lose money like America Music Magazine, or maybe the stake will continue to shrink," Sloan said. ”

"In short, there are more solutions than difficulties, maybe these ......"

Song Ya picked up a stack of magazines on the table, such as uh-fidelity, modern photography, and stereo reviews, and flipped through them casually, "Do you think it's a problem to move it online like Amerika music?" ”

"I don't understand that." Sloan looked at Shakira, who came out of the bedroom in a daze, and disappeared automatically when she went out.

"There's very little useful content in a big magazine......"

These magazines are struggling to make a living, half of the text is advertising for audio and photographic equipment, the other half is mostly advertorials, and the rest is only a few articles about useful information, although the printing is much more beautiful than the American music magazine, but there are really not many things that can be moved on the Internet, and the style is far inferior.

He casually threw the magazine on the ground, hugged Shakira, who had slipped into his arms, and quickly took a nap.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, he heard his ex-wife's singing on the TV, and when he opened his eyes, Shakira was watching intently, "Too little, too little to wear." ”

It turned out that today was the day of her Madison Square Garden concert, HBO was broadcasting, and I don't know how much it cost to win it, it was called a fantasy concert, and she was singing the last few lines of Dreamlover.

Dreamlover come rescue me

Dream lover, come and save me

Take me up take me down

Far apart

Take me anywhere you want to baby now

Take me anywhere you want to go, baby

I need you so desperately

I need you so desperately

Won't you please come around

Please come to me

'Cause I want to share forever with you baby

Because I want to be with you forever, baby

She sang with her orchid fingers and twisted the joyful dance steps, and after singing, she lay on the stage steps and posed in a bewitching pose, flattering and discharging at the camera. Beauty is still very beautiful, after giving birth to little Lega, she also raised her cup, and her body is hot, but the stage costume is too revealing, "Does no one dare to care what she wears now?" Really, people who have become mothers are ......."

felt that she was singing to herself, but Song Ya still couldn't help but complain.

"She's so good at singing." Shakira commented from a professional point of view.

"Of course."

"APLUS, IT'S TIME TO GO TO A CHARITY AUCTION." Sloan knocked on the door outside.

"It's already ......," he turned to look out the window, it was already night, "I'll go out and I'll be back soon." He had no choice but to say to Shakira.

After grinding for a while in a dress, it wasn't until I listened to the invincible bass in my ex-wife's next song Without You that I went out with Sloan satisfied.

The auction exhibits are displayed in the sky promenade between the Waldorf Astoria and the Astra Hotel, both of which formerly belonged to the Astor family, and Mrs. Astor, who was born in 1902, is an honorable person. It's a bit like the patriarch of the old money in New York, the old grandmother.

The auction has not yet officially opened, and a large number of upper-class people strolling around with wine glasses, including many familiar bigwigs and billionaires in various industries, he did not expect today's auction to be of such a high level.

The first big diamond ring for his ex-wife was auctioned at a charity auction here, but Mrs. Astor herself was not there that time, and Song Ya didn't come here today to auction things, "There." Sloan, dressed in a modest evening suit, soon saw Bill McKennick, the president of Fox Films.

“APLUS。” Bill McKennick, who should have been waiting for him, also beckoned to this side.

He was heading over there with Sloane when he was stopped by Ovitz who suddenly appeared, and he handed the glass to Sloan, "APLUS, COME HERE, I'LL TAKE YOU TO MEET SOMEONE." Ovitz said.

"Uh, can I have a conversation with a friend first?" Song Ya asked.

"Who do you think you're seeing? Mr. Warren Buffett! Ovitz bit his ears mysteriously.

"Wow......"

The god of investment, the second richest man in the world, is indeed worth waiting for Bill McKennick first, and Ovitz obviously doesn't want to take Sloane there, Song Ya gave Sloan a look with a wine glass in one hand, and chose to go with Ovitz first.

"Huh? It was still here. Pushed on his back affectionately by Ovitz, the two walked around the three-hundred-meter corridor without finding anyone, and Ovitz took him back again.

How do you feel that this old man is fooling himself again, there are really a lot of people who have seen this scene, "Uh, I don't have time, I made an appointment, Mr. Ovitz." Song Ya stood still, not wanting to walk with him anymore.

"Don't be stupid, kid, let's talk to Mr. Buffett about Disney, his Berkshire Hathaway company owns a lot of Disney stock, and he's unhappy with Eisner's recent behavior." Ovitz persuaded.

What does this have to do with me? My Met-Met label will still point to Disney to release records in the future! Song Ya was thinking of an excuse to slip away, and happened to meet another billionaire, his 'top boss', the chairman of the NASDAQ exchange, Madoff.

"I just met Murdoch, and he seems to be asking where you are." Madoff said.

"Mr. Murdoch, haha, okay, let's go see him first, maybe with Mr. Buffett, right?" Ovitz was happy.

"Yes, Mr. Buffett is also ......"

Madoff suddenly hesitated, and after observing Song Ya's eyes asking for help, he said, "I mean Murdoch wants to see APLUS." ”

"Oh." Ovitz realized that he had misunderstood, "The person you asked was ......"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Ovitz."

Song Ya squeezed behind Madoff, "Can you take me?" ”

"Hmm."

Madoff shook hands with Ovitz and hurried to lead the way.

Ovitz was a little unhappy, and chose to hang far behind the two of them after being stunned for a while, and he was familiar with this kind of thing when he was an agent.

He saw that the old black was led out of the corridor by Madoff, went around and walked into a door, and while the door was opened and closed, he saw several people inside, and subconsciously gasped.

What kind of group photo is it like? Song Ya didn't realize that his attention was initially on the photographer in front of a few chairs, "Do I want to introduce you?" Madoff asked.

"Uh, okay, Mr. Murdoch."

Murdoch didn't need to be introduced, he hadn't met but Song Ya knew him, stepped forward to shake hands with Murdoch standing behind the chair, and then ...... "Mrs. Astor." "The old woman sitting in the middle of the front row is the owner of this place, Mrs. Astor.

"Mr. Buffett......"

He recognized one more, and another," Dr. Kissin. "They're all top tycoons born at the beginning of this century, and there's a bit of a rotten smell in the room, and Madoff is probably the youngest of them.

"So you don't know him?"

Dr. Kissin looked at himself meaningfully, and smiled as he shook his hand, pointing to another seated old white man.

"Uh......"

Familiar, Song Ya looked at the other party desperately reminiscing and remembered! I've seen each other's pictures or portraits in the library of the University of Chicago," Mr. Rockefeller. "David Rockefeller, the third generation of the Rockefeller family, and the University of Chicago was funded by his family.

The last old man was really unrecognizable, "Gates, William Henry Gates II." The old man smiled and stretched out his hand to introduce himself.