American Fortune Life

Buzz...

Andy, dressed in the car, looked at the buzzing phone in the car seat, kept dressing, remained vigilant, the puppies were everywhere, and in case of breaking news, it was a scandal.

Put the white shirt in the pants, tie the belt, remove the suit from the hanger, bow down, open the shoe box, take out the shiny leather shoes, fasten the shoelaces, put the sunglasses, casual clothes, baseball cap and other gear in the backpack for disguise, which picked up the phone and looked down, then picked up.

“Oh, my God, Andy, you finally picked up the phone. I think you should come to the office. You've been giving me an eyebrow.” Fat Carl's voice came from the phone.

“Can't we talk on the phone?” Andy looked at the watch and frowned slightly, leaning comfortably against the car seat, a little upset to ask.

“Why don't you come by, and there's something else you need to decide... ”

Andy hung up the phone, didn't know what kind of moth the fat guy was, said to Kenny to mock the bird copyright company, then the car turned at a crossroads.

Mockingbird Copyright.

“So, Mark Carmen, the fat guy, wants to cash in on equity?” Andy sat in Carl's boss chair with a happy smile on his face.

“Yes, he is now raising money to ease the chain of his real estate company, and some irrelevant assets are within the scope of his sale, and the agreement you signed at the time does not have a yes, do you have a right of first refusal under the same conditions?

And for that, at the last meeting, he asked me if you were interested in buying shares in his hands, and CEO Robert Fredman and Pierce both knew about it, but he was asking for $30 million, and I didn't agree, 18 percent of the shares, and he dared ask so much, and he was so poor.

This morning, he called again, and he seemed to have a buyer. However, the deal card killed him and he had to ask us first. This time it was $20 million, a little premium. He mainly wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. ”

Karl smiled with a shady smile on his fat face, put down the coffee cup in his hand, and introduced the matter in detail, honestly, with Andy's approval, he stirred up quite a bit at the summit entertainment company board meeting.

So far, only two films have been identified for this year's Peak Company shooting, one of which is a small cost horror film, and the other of which is the post-film franchise Duel to Pull Valley, which is hardly any better than a few poker movie companies.

Every company meeting was made by chicken flying dogs, two fat men shouting at each other, and the founders Pierce and CEO Robert had a headache.

Now this fat guy Mark, faced with a growing real estate crisis, had problems with the money chain. If he didn't want to find a way to raise money, he rocked his fundamentals. Holding a movie company's equity had nothing to do with it. He used to have money to play as an investment, and now he's burning eyebrows. Where else could he care about Pierce's friend's bullshit ideals?

Of course, if Pierce could lend him money or buy shares in his hands, he wouldn't sell them to anyone else. The problem is that Pierce is also a dick, so he can lend him money. As for the other shareholder, that old thing is no better now, holding a lot of junk bonds, stock market wind and cloud, buying real estate shares cost him a lot.

“In other words, my Pigeon Nest program can start...” Andy's eyes squinted, his right hand touching his chin, his left finger swiftly pounding the desktop of the desk.

“I contacted Gary for you, and he said we could talk.” Fat Carl's eyes flashed with JING light and a cheating smile on his face.

“The problem is that I can't afford that much money right now. I still have less than 40 million in my private account, not enough to swallow two shares directly.” Andy scratched his head a little, he didn't have enough money, and he pressed his assets on a short-term loan.

“The latest $15 million in the company's accounts, which is the first quarter of this year, is the copyright fee for all of your works, and next quarter, the ad share of those compositions, which is almost $20 million.” Carl handed Andy the financial statements in his hand.

“More than 50 million, more or less, I can't do that. I pull another part from the gaming company, Mark 20 million, 18 percent, Gary, 22 percent of that old fox, I don't know how much it's going to cost.” Andy had a headache. The old man was cunning. After all, he was old. JING, horses were old and slippery. He knew very well.

“No matter how much he wants, we have to talk to him. If he really wants to sell, it won't be too much. If he gets into a stalemate with our number one shareholder, his shares won't necessarily make him any money. Especially since the old man has been absent from the meeting several times, he sends an assistant to attend each meeting, and I don't think he's willing to continue investing in the movie.” Carl spoke alongside his analysis and judgment that Andy had entrusted Andy with the implementation of the Buckwheat Nest plan, which was about to succeed and could not be hesitated.

“You're right, so you call Mark, the fat guy, and you tell him I want 20 million, and I'm gonna take a vacation from school first, damn it, forget it, call Coach Alexei...” After ordering Carl to finish his assignment, he thought he still had class in the morning, and he had to take another day off. It was a little too much, but if you think of a boxing coach, you can let him explain it to the college for himself.

Anyway, the old coach can do anything as long as he can participate in the competition. After he goes back to train well, even if he gets a gold medal, he can thank the old man for his care.

In the conference room of the Mockingjay Copyright Company, Andy smiled and sent Fatty Mark Carmen away with a check. They met, and they didn't have any condoms. After all, they didn't have much empathy. One had to sell, one wanted to buy, and the deal was quickly concluded.

Walking out the door of the Mockingjay Copyright Company, Mark Carmen's swollen body squeezed into the Mercedes-Benz car, looked through the window and sighed in the direction of the conference room on the third floor, "Pierce, we're recruiting a hungry wolf! Young man, what a good means... ”

He wasn't the only one who sighed so much. After getting Mark's sorry call, Pierce held the phone for so long that Robert Fredman, the CEO sitting opposite him, did not know the specifics of the phone, but guessed eight or nine times and sighed in his heart.

Pierce was stupid, and now he sees what Andy was up to. After all, Andy Smith is now the number one shareholder in peak entertainment. He smiles and puts down his phone and says to Robert, “Young people today, really... Nice trick. Looks like my chairman is about to come out. ”

“Chairman, call Mr. Gary, if you can get his support, you can continue...” Robert Fredman didn't want to see him visit himself in person and convince him to give up as CEO of the company, although he was just a professional manager, he was neglected.

Of course, it's just out of the ordinary, to be honest, he's just a professional manager, and Andy Smith, the biggest shareholder right now, likes having a professional manager take care of his company, and in a way, maybe he's better suited to working for Andy.

“Oh, now I finally understand why Andy Smith left Carl the fat guy called“ Hollywood Vampire ”and" Hollywood Bastard ”in the company, and look, it's been four months, what we've done this year, what a great way.” Pierce laughed twice with some self-derision and was incredibly disappointed.

“I'm sorry, boss, I, I blamed myself for just trying to get the copyright to those two novels, but I didn't expect things to go this far...” Robert Fredman's face has become incredibly ugly.

“It's not just you. The copyright swap was decided at a meeting. It's just, who can think of a 21-year-old young man with such a big appetite who would rather lose profits than suppress the company's development and squeeze other directors' returns on investment? It's so harsh! ”

Pierce shook his hand with a smile, walked up to the floor window of the office, looked at the street view of Santa Monica, and said softly, "As for Gary, do you think Andy Smith would leave us a blossom? To be honest, it ultimately depends on strength, I don't have the money... ”