reborn in america

Compared to Adam, who was leisurely and leisurely preparing to go to Christmas, Perelman had a hard time. He looked at the sales data of the new season with a darkened face, and only felt a burst of blackness in front of his eyes—not to mention anything else Well, comic sales alone, Marvel's most basic income, actually decreased by [-]% year-on-year, [-]%!What is this concept? You must know that the fourth quarter is generally the best quarter for comic companies, because there is an extremely long Christmas sales season in this quarter, and during the peak Christmas sales season, parents for Children have always been tolerant, so generally speaking, there will be a spurt in sales in December, even exaggerated to the point that the sales in this month will exceed the sales in a quarter in the off-season. (Although Christmas has not yet started, generally speaking, the distribution is completed before December or at most by the beginning of December.)

Therefore, a drop of [-]% is enough to make people look down on Marvel again, and with Marvel's current pitiful situation at the bottom, another wave can basically declare bankruptcy. If it goes bankrupt, it will be a big deal for the president This is a nightmare, he has to find his next home before the financial report is issued, and escape from this lost game.

It's a pity that nowadays, no one is optimistic and unwilling to accept the mess of Marvel. Even [-]th Century Fox and DC, who are barely interested, are just looking at the copyright of the Marvel heroes in his hand, and they are not willing to Pay that much money.

As for Michael Jackson, although Stan Lee is connected everywhere, it is a pity that no one who has been taken advantage of is willing to take over. Therefore, in this situation, except for the person he least wants, he has no way to recover.

After sitting in the office all night, when the sun rose the next day, he called Adam's office: "Hello, I'm Perelman, the president of Marvel, please transfer to Adam, Adam Beck Sir answer."

Compared with the aggressive tone last time, the tone of the demanding Perelman has changed a lot, and he is even a little humbled.

However, although his tone has changed, it is clear that the situation has not changed, and the reply given to him on the other side is no different from last time: "I'm sorry, Mr. Perelman, Mr. Baker has left to go home. I will forward your message later, do you have anything special to convey?"

Perelman gritted his teeth, almost crushing his own teeth, and even his forehead and neck were covered with blue veins. However, he couldn't be the same as last time when he dropped the phone. If you drag it back, even if you find a reason, there is no way to stop the stock market from continuing to crash.

He took a few breaths, then forced a little smile, and said to the other end of the phone: "Please convey it to Mr. Adam Baker for me, and just say, 'Marvel has power over you, as long as the request is reasonable, I am willing to hand over Marvel. superior.'"

"Okay, Mr. Perelman, I will pass on your reply. Is there any other reply?" The secretary continued to ask like a robot without the slightest surprise.

"No, but I hope that Mr. Baker can reply me within three days, otherwise the next time will be the news of Marvel declaring bankruptcy." , It's a big deal.

"Okay, Mr. Perelman, please wait a moment, I believe Mr. Baker will give you a satisfactory answer." The secretary replied politely, and then hung up the phone.

Listening to the beeping sound in his ears, Perelman felt that he was suddenly powerless. Although he was greedy, buying Marvel was purely a capital operation, and he ran away if he wanted to make a fortune, but after so many years, for Marvel Being able to develop and grow can be regarded as exhausting, but it is a pity that some paths go astray, no matter how hard you work, you will go further and further.

He lay on the seat, took out a cigar from the drawer, lit it, and smoked slowly. In fact, he didn't like cigars. The taste of cigars was too bitter and heavy for him. After taking the high position, he never touched it again. He took a few puffs of cigars, and suddenly he missed his cigarette called Bison very much. So he picked up the phone, ready to give his secretary an order to ask her to buy a bag for him.

Instead she was heard saying, "Mr. Avi Arad, Mr. Perelman wants to see you."

"AviArad?" Perelman frowned, a little puzzled. AviArad is the president of the toy company he bought, but the two of them didn't have much contact with each other. I didn't expect to ask to see him at this time. Maybe I heard about it. what news?But it's normal, after all, he is also a member of the company's board of directors, so there's no reason why he wouldn't know what's going on.

"Let him in," Perelman said, thinking about how to send him away.

Not long after, AviArad pushed open the office door and walked in, but he was not alone. He came in with Stan Lee, Frank Miller, whom he was very familiar with, and several men in suits with familiar faces.

"Hello, Mr. Perelman, Mr. Adam Baker, let me say hello to you." The man with a slightly familiar face walked forward with a smile and said politely.

"You are Adam's man, you are the vulture, Tonares?! Ha, I didn't expect Adam to have already laid out the plan, what a plan!" Perelman suddenly understood something, and sat down on his buttocks. In the position, squinting at the people in front of him, he felt resentful and helpless. He felt like an insect that fell into a spider's web, and he was already the spider's meal long ago. It's ridiculous that he didn't know it, but he tried to break free and escape.

"Mr. Perelman, you see, anyway, you don't have this ambition. If that's the case, let the comics belong to the comics, and the capital belongs to the capital. Isn't that the best? Don't you think so? And you can also have a comfortable Christmas. It’s the holidays. I think your family must miss being with you very much.” Tonares said coolly, seemingly full of thoughts for him, but the cool tone really made people I can't wait to catch him and give him a good beating to make him look good.

Although he thought so in his heart, at this moment Perelman, who knew that the situation was over, no longer had the energy, he said with a sneer: "Since you have come together, the contract must have been prepared, take it." Come up."

"Although I personally still hope to talk about it first, it's not good to be so tense all at once, but since Mr. Perelman said it, then it's up to you." Tonares said while gesturing to his subordinates The lawyers handed over various contracts that they had prepared with great care.

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"Sorry, Carl, I have to keep your father busy for Christmas again this year." Adam leaned on Carol's shoulder and apologized softly.

"How come, a busy Christmas for him is far more satisfying than locking him at home." Carl reached out and stroked Adam's hair and said, "But this matter is settled?"

"Well, there are basically no accidents." Adam let Carol spoil his shiny hair, and said with a sigh, "My druid is finally home."

Carol held the slightly sad Adam in his arms, kissed him hard, and then roared loudly: "We're going home too!"

The author has something to say: Huh, I finished writing, but why the number of words has shrunk, I am depressed, forget it, forget it, I don’t want to write anymore, go to bed early today.

Forgot to say, the next chapter is Monday