Martin S. S. Davis is a hard-line entrepreneur, and since he took the helm of West Bay, he has made a major merger and restructuring and made hundreds of related transactions. With its subsidiary, Paramount Pictures, as the core, the focus of business has shifted to the entertainment service industry.

This earned him the recognition of Wall Street, a financial street that believes in the law of the jungle and appreciates all who are capable.

Hall, as a newcomer who is about to integrate into Wall Street, naturally has enough respect for him.

Whether tough or insidious, this person's extensive M&A experience is invaluable, and working with the other party can save a lot of energy.

"What are you going to do next?" Interrupting the bidding can only be played once."

In New York, in an old-fashioned single-family house near Central Park, Martin Davis asked slowly, wiping his hands with a silk scarf.

Hale looked sideways at him, "I thought you'd ask something else before mentioning it, after all, this was the first time we'd met."

"We are united in our goal of maximizing the interests of our shareholders, and that is enough for me. If you want to make friends, it's too late, and the next round of bidding is half a month away." Martin Davis frowned slightly.

He had no ill will towards the young nobleman in front of him, and he didn't have a good impression of it. If it weren't for the convergence of interests, he would have always stayed away from those who had the courage to die.

The financial giants behind Kravis and Johnson have to pay an extra dollar of "100 million" because of the invalidation of the bid, which can be converted into hundreds of Tomahawk cruise missiles to kill the bastard who acts as a shit-stirring stick.

"Mid-August? Time is in time...... Uh, not making friends. I mean, you can do one more trick to interrupt the auction and bring in new bidders."

Hall had no sense of accepting the missile, and said with a cheerful expression: "First Boston Bank, they have preferential tax rates, pull them in."

「…… Who's going to go?" Martin Davis pondered for a long time, and looked at this guy's ability to kill even more.

Hall knocked on the coffee table as a matter of course: "Of course it's you! I'm going to pay at least $30 million for the cost of the abstention bid."

"We? What should we do, there's no reason for the Boston consortium to help offend people."

"Isn't it enough to make money to let them really participate in the bidding, not disrupt it. They have a tax policy, and even if they use money to smash KKR and Johnson, this business will be profitable. First Boston Bank: They are very rich now...... Or I can introduce you to Mr. Edward from Fidelity Funds."

First Boston Bank was originally a small bank in the United States, but it was acquired by Credit Suisse this year, so it has a tax advantage, and it is also a big man who has money and nowhere to spend.

In Hall's memory, they quoted a sky-high price of $110+ and finally abandoned the deal because they could not complete the merger process before the deadline of the preferential tax policy.

"If you want to pull them in, you'd better hurry." He thought of this and added.

Martin Davis was once again lost in thought, judging that Johnson would not dare to bet on whether there were bullets in Hall's gun or not, and that KKR's dynamics would be difficult to grasp. From the perspective of shareholders, it is good to bring a strong competitor into the game, but if it really pushes either Johnson and KKR into a hurry, the gains outweigh the losses. ….

Some tricks are not essentially a matter of being played only once, but also taking into account psychological factors. You can treat people as monkeys, but you can't really treat people as monkeys.

"KKR doesn't know anything about your company's operations, he's like a blind man on horseback now, he doesn't know when he will fall to his death. If he backs down, Johnson will open champagne on the spot, right?" Hall intimately reminded.

Martin Davis asked from the bottom of his heart, "Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"I enjoy ...... The joy of influencing the course of the situation." Hall wanted to say enjoy the bad taste of changing history.

You have to do things from the beginning to the end, and since you have decided to act as a-stirring stick, you have to move forward! Take a gamble, win and everything you can do in the future will be smooth, and if you lose, it's a big deal to go back to England to lick your wounds and come back next time. Carefully prepare the risk allocation, isn't it just profligate.

"This round of bidding is over, you can be an M&A consultant." Martin Davis folded the scarf back into his pocket, stood up and walked away.

The corners of Hall's mouth curled slightly: "I want to pay money, I charge a lot."

"The pastry isn't sweet enough, let's get a good chef."

Hall couldn't help but roll her eyes. There is a sugar cube in the old head of the United States, and they don't know how to enjoy the flat tone of afternoon tea.

I took a sip from my teacup, and a breeze blew through the rooftop terrace, and the reddish-brown water in the cup rippled. The trees rustled all around, and when you looked into the distance, you could see that the leaves were falling in Central Park.

Last autumn, he became famous with the cool autumn breeze; This autumn, there will be another cool autumn breeze sweeping over, and he will fight to become famous.

Would it? It should be.

"Honey, what are you thinking?" Connelly tugged on his slippers and crept up the old wooden staircase to the rooftop terrace.

She didn't like wearing slippers, but he said they should be worn at home, so she tried to get used to them.

This villa is so old that it is said that it has not been inhabited for more than ten years, and it always makes a bad noise when stepping on the floor in slippers. But he said to wait for a good time to redecorate, so she tried to get used to it.

Although there are such and such small problems, it does not affect her desire to stick to him every minute. She felt that she should take on a love movie and definitely win the Oscar for Best Actress.

"I was thinking, you should learn a British accent." Hall came back to his senses, reached out and grabbed her waist and took her into his arms.

Connally's thick eyebrows were raised, and his smile was smug with a British accent: "Beauvo Wo."

「……？」 Hall's eyes widened in confusion.

"I'm used to your habits."

…………

On August 7, it rained heavily in New York.

The already hot and humid weather became more and more sticky, making people feel as if they had fallen into a quagmire. Difficulty getting rid of nauseous mud, poor breathing, and irritable mood.

"We've got to get rid of that-stirring stick, I mean it must." Johnson stared out the window with a determined gaze, and the raindrops slowly slid down the outer layer of the window, leaving a chaotic and twisted line of water.

Hall Family Office has dropped its participation in the next round of bidding, as the Special Board Committee has just announced. This may be a good thing, but he didn't dare to bet, until the moment when the game was finally flipped, there was a possibility of flipping.

[In other words, it is the best way to read aloud and listen to books, change the source, and install the latest version.] 】….

His personal counsel frequently repeated the gesture of putting on the cap: "Without evidence, the SEC can investigate him, but it cannot restrain him."

"Can you ask the Federal Prosecutor's Office? FBI, Police ...... When do you need evidence......" the assistant asked.

The counsel shook his head: "When fairness and justice are needed. His legal counsel is LPK, and his M&A advisor is Goldman Sachs, who is a billionaire. We stand on the same level, we will do him, so be fair and just."

"It's impossible, everyone knows he's violating the rules, it's impossible not to find any evidence."

"If you want to get revenge on him afterwards, you should be able to find it. I can't find it now."

"Otherwise, it is said that the FBI wants to purge the gangster ecology in New York. The gangsters are forced to do everything in a hurry, and they shoot in the streets to take revenge on society?"

The legal counsel's hands froze, his eyes fixed on Johnson.

"Don't, let me hear this kind of brainless speech again, and you can get out." Johnson scolded his assistant, looked up and let out a long sigh of relief, "Business is business."

Money is money, life is life.

He earns other people's money, and there is no reason to play with his own life.

He can kill Hall through all conventional channels, but he can't play wild ways, which breaks the rules of business and the rules of Wall Street.

If anyone could shoot when business fails, Wall Street would have been strewn with corpses long ago, how could it become the world's financial center?

If Hall was a man of color, how dare he think about it.......

I'm mortal

Go on!