American Peanuts

Chapter 70 You can talk to him (please subscribe)

Noon, Mape Building, Jean-Georges restaurant.

"I said, this is the last week. I gave you time to prepare. Don't talk to me about location connections and scripts. What I want is a movie that can make money, not the best Oscar. Video, if you still can’t turn it on this weekend, I’ll twist off your head and stuff it into your ass, do you understand?”

Isaac Perlmutter's face turned red from holding back, he hung up the phone angrily, and raised his head to look at the man opposite.

"Marvel has sufficient internal communication mechanisms, so sometimes the way we exchange opinions is a bit intense, where did we just say, from Wall Street..." Isaac opened his mouth.

"It's John Paulson, Mr. Isaac. I used to work in the mergers and acquisitions department of Bear Stearns and served as an executive director. I left the company in 94 and founded a hedge fund named after myself. Our Asian financial crisis and the Internet financial crisis in 2000. So far, it has created more than 300 billion US dollars in profits for customers."

The man sitting opposite Isaac spoke quickly, with his hands folded on the table, wearing a pair of glasses, somewhat elegant, and wearing an old-fashioned dark gray woolen suit.

He motioned to the assistant next to him with his eyes, and the other person immediately pulled out a stack of documents from his briefcase.

"Thank you for taking the time and being willing to listen to me." John Paulson handed the document to Isaac.

"You have to thank Alan Greenberg. As your former boss, he is widely praised for you, otherwise you would not have met me." Isaac said with a smile.

As a wealthy person, I have to endure endless harassment from these investment managers, private equity fund managers and investment banks every day.The man in front of him gave Isaac a good first impression, at least better than those liars.

"But it sounds like you have encountered some difficulties...at least in terms of running the company." John Paulson said cautiously.

"No, no, no, Marvel is just a not-so-important one among my many industries. You should have heard that ten years ago, Perelman planned to reorganize this company and turn it into a toy factory. Stan Lee asked for my help, I bought most of the shares, kicked Perelman out, and saved the company. I looked after the company like a child and gave it blood. It was supposed to be the new company. But now I regret it, because I found that these idiots are worse than selling toys. So I mortgaged all the copyrights. To me, a company that does not make money is as annoying as a nigger, so why Why don't you take a gamble? It's like a cancer patient using a gun to rob. He's going to die anyway, so he has to squeeze out the last bit of potential." Isaac shook his head and said.

He then lowered his head and took the glasses from the 20-year-old fair assistant next to him.He flipped through the documents in his hand.

“We spent a lot of manpower and conducted on-the-spot investigations in more than 40 cities and found that a large number of subprime loans are in a state of suspension. This ratio is more than twice higher than the data released by major real estate financial institutions, and the situation continues. Deterioration,” John Paulson explained.

"This is a systemic risk. It first affects the most upstream financial institutions, then investment banks and insurance companies, and finally spreads to the stock market, causing people to panic. In the end, it will be an infinite vicious circle, and the entire world will experience a huge earthquake."

"That sounds really bad." Isaac Perlmutter raised his head and handed the file back.

"However, your story is a bit too alarmist. Finding a group of people to issue a so-called short-selling report may be useful for overseas companies. After all, they can't see and touch them, but those houses are there. Financial institutions , rating agencies, investment banks, there are millions of people handling it, are they all turning a blind eye? I don’t think it is possible.”

"In fact, these people really turned a blind eye. Sir, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. So far, there are no more than ten people who can detect this situation in advance, and among them is this man..." John Paulson He took out his phone and showed it to Isaac.

John Paulson has experienced this rejection scenario many times, and his hedge fund is not popular.After all, people prefer safe projects when managing money, and what his hedge fund is doing is more like a big gamble.He began asking friends to find potential investors, and Isaac Perlmutter was one of them.

Why is no one willing to believe that the financial markets are about to collapse?They bury their heads in the soil like ostriches. On the other hand, the people at the bottom believe in all kinds of doomsday prophecies, wishing that the world would be destroyed sooner.

"Charlie Rossi, he is a top student in the Department of Finance at the University of Pennsylvania, and he was also the first to take action. He sold his real estate financial institutions and chose to enter the entertainment industry. Take a look at the tweets he once posted and follow me. It's exactly the same thing." John Paulson explained patiently.

"I think he is tired of the life of dealing with numbers. Looking at those flamboyant news, it is exactly the same as mine. This is a kind of suppressed indulgence, I can feel it. As for Twitter, you don't See how few messages there are? He is in the same business as you, just to brag about stocks." Isaac Perlmutter said firmly.

"Okay, thank you for being willing to dine with me. The 10 minutes are over. I also made an appointment with another friend. I look forward to meeting you next time." Isaac smiled and gave the order to leave.

"Well, if you change your mind, you can contact me at any time, and I will give you extremely generous rewards." John Paulson said with the last hope.

Not long after the investment manager left, another acquaintance appeared in front of Isaac.

"Oh, old man, your assistant can change my socks as fast as I can." Maple sat directly in front of Isaac.

"So, you called me here just to tease me?" Isaac smiled and wiped his mouth.

"Of course not, someone wants to ask me for a favor." Maple said directly.

He and Isaac have been friends for more than 30 years and are business partners, so there is no need to be polite.

"I heard that you started investing in movies. I have a little guy here who just acquired Westin Pictures and is trying to make a big splash in the movie field. I think you two are a perfect fit. He has a mature team. Why not let him Where are you working?"

"You mean Charlie Rossi?"

"uh-huh."

"I heard his name just now. Listen, he's too flamboyant, and I think this guy is too dangerous. I don't think it's a good offer." Isaac doesn't want to work with this kind of person , had just kicked out the Hefner family, and then turned around and killed Weinstein.Nothing good will happen to the people he targets.

"He made a promise. There is no investment this time, it's just a co-producer... He can't steal anything from you." After speaking, Maple's expression changed slightly, and it seemed that something had happened. A bad association, he thought back to his daughter.

"How did you get involved with him?" Isaac was a little curious.

"Ivanie entered his company and worked under him. To be honest, I am still a little uncomfortable with living without her. Who knows if she will be bullied outside alone? In exchange, Ivanie can be Respect, you are also a father and can understand this mentality." Mape explained.

"You've already moved Ivani out, what can I say?"

Isaac put down his knife and fork and began to think about it seriously.

Kevin Fitch is too disobedient. If a new producer can be introduced, it will undoubtedly serve as a check and balance and a deterrent. Replacing Kevin Feige and retiring will also make him no longer confident.

Of course, the premise is to ensure that Charlie Rossi is really what Map said. He does not want to open the door and let a thief enter his home.

"I think we can talk to this guy." Isaac nodded.

(End of this chapter)