Chapter 645

"Poor Victor." After a long while, Claude sighed.

"Yes, poor Victor." Adrian sighed. "Although I'm not familiar with this cousin of mine, I still don't want him to hold a grudge against me because of this."

"Well, even so, it's not the reason why you don't attend the party." Claude changed the topic again, "Come on, Eide, it's just a party. It's not a terrible thing."

Adriaan waved his hands noncommittally, then wiped his face and changed the topic again, "How about we talk about something else? To figure out a way to acquire TBS? "

"The acquisition has already begun, Eide." Claude shook his head with a smile.

"It has already begun? How come I didn't know? "Adriaan looked surprised.

"It's just begun. We've already acquired two 4.99% shares through agents." Claude shrugged.

"Agents? Two 4.99% shares? "Adriaan looked at him puzzledly," Can you be more specific? "

"Well, to put it simply, if you hold more than 5% of the shares, you must inform the other party and the stock exchange, which is equivalent to telling the other party that we are going to acquire them." Claude explained, "So we keep holding 4.99% shares through agents, and then negotiate with some independent shareholders. When the shares exceed 50%, we will integrate them, and finally announce and issue an acquisition offer. In fact, 30% is enough."

"50% is better." Adriaan suddenly said, "We have to make sure that the probability of success is the highest."

Claude smiled noncommittally, "Even if it's only 30%, we can still vote in the board of directors. Besides, we can also rope in some allies. Ted is not without enemies."

Before Adriaan could speak again, he waved his hand and said, "Well, Eide, don't be so wishy-washy. This is not like you who encouraged me to start a business with you."

Adriaan raised his hands and seemed to be thinking of an excuse. Then he asked casually, "Who organized it?"

"Sidney Harman, the CEO of Harman Industries," Claude answered.

"Sidney Harman? That … old man who makes electronic equipment? "Adrian's expression changed as if he had thought of something." How many people have received the invitation? I mean, is Jobs going to be there? "

Claude raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Are you interested in Jobs again? Weren't you tired of his sermon-like preaching? "

"Yes, that kind of speech may be exciting for ordinary people, but it's not for us." Adriaan sat back again, "But I've been dealing with him well, because..."

He put his arms on the back of the wooden chair, blew on the sweat that rolled down to the tip of his nose, and looked at Claude seriously. "Jobs has what I want!"

...

In the splendid and spacious hall, well-dressed gentlemen and graceful ladies were gathered in groups of twos and threes, chatting with smiles on their faces. The long tables near the walls on both sides were filled with delicately made food, and waiters in white uniforms were walking back and forth, ready to serve every guest who needed it. The band at the front was playing melodious and beautiful music, and couples hugging each other danced on the dance floor.

"You're good at dancing. It's hard to imagine. Just four hours ago, I was still teaching you how to walk." Adrian put his arm around Charlize's waist, held her hand, and led her to dance to the rhythm.

"It's not difficult to learn. Besides, it's not like I haven't danced before." Charlize, who was facing him, snorted. She was wearing a black slim-shoulder dress and long gloves. Her blonde hair was tied up high, and she wore a pearl necklace on her white goose neck. She also had a pair of small earrings on her ears, making her look exceptionally beautiful.

"I didn't know ballet and ballroom dancing had something in common," Adriaan pretended to be surprised.

"Other than ballet, I've also danced other dances. I have a foundation, so I learned quickly," Charlize was too lazy to argue with him.

After the song ended, Adriaan immediately let go of her hand, but he immediately turned sideways and bent his arm slightly. Charlize naturally took his arm, and the two walked out of the dance floor together.

"The scallops are good, but it's a little fishy." After tasting the food on the long table, Adriaan wiped his hands and said so. But Charlize, who also tasted the scallops, disagreed, "I think it's just right."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say." Adriaan shrugged good-naturedly.

Charlize secretly rolled his eyes and then sighed, "Now I have another job, to accompany you to the cocktail party."

"You know, Charley," Adriaan suddenly laughed, "you sound like a resentful woman."

The girl suddenly showed a choked expression and stared at Adriaan sullenly.

"Am I wrong? This is not the first time you've said this. You just need to say you want a raise. " Adriaan looked at her and laughed even more happily. When he felt the hand in his arm move, he tightened his grip and changed his tone, "You are the assistant and secretary, Charley, so you have to agree to do anything the boss asks you to do."

"Including going to bed with you?" Charlize asked angrily.

"I think I have to clarify something, Charley. I'm going to bed with you now." Adriaan looked at her with a faint smile.

She once again showed a choked expression. She wanted to lose her temper, but she couldn't. She could only pinch his arm and then fight back with another topic, "Didn't you say you don't like cocktail parties and that you would leave after a few minutes?"

"Of course, but I have to meet an important person at today's cocktail party, so I waited until now." Adriaan said and looked around. Charlize showed a curious look, "Important person? Who is more important than the CEO of Harman Industries or the CEO of Bank of America? "

"He is not as important as Sidney or Aikas. I just want to get something from him, something that I have observed for a long time, something worthy of me," Adriaan said and patted her hand. "Look, he is over there. Let's go over."

The tall man was chatting excitedly with several guests. It was obvious what he was talking about. Adriaan did not know how many times he had listened to his sales pitch. Compared to the last time they met, he had less hair on his forehead. Although he was wearing a well-ironed suit, Adriaan still thought he looked more attractive in a sweater and jeans.

"The Internet is taking shape, and the development of computers will further accelerate. The future is the age of information. I have no doubt about that," Jobs said confidently. There was only one expression on his face, and that was confidence.

"I have no doubt about that, but it will take time," Adriaan then chimed in.

"Hey, Eide, it's nice to see you." Jobs looked pleasantly surprised and held out his hand. He was not at all dissatisfied with Adriaan's perfunctory attitude. No wonder this guy could get up and climb even higher when he fell.

"Nice to see you, too." Adriaan shook hands with him, and when his eyes fell on Charlize, he introduced, "This is my girlfriend, Charlize Theron. Charley, this is the inventor of the personal computer, Steve Jobs."

"Hello, Steve." Charlie stretched out his hand generously, appearing very elegant and dignified. Coupled with his beautiful appearance, he was truly indescribably beautiful.

"Hello, Charlize." Steve smiled and shook hands with him, then turned to look at Adriaan, "No one told you, Eide, that your girlfriend is quite beautiful."

"Everyone says so. A lot of people have come over to talk to her tonight, so she has to stay with me." Adriaan shrugged and said in a joking tone, at the same time glancing meaningfully at Charlize.

Charlize did not say anything. He maintained his demeanor, but he tightened his grip on Adriaan's arm.

Jobs laughed, patted him affectionately on the arm, and asked, "I haven't seen much of you lately. Are you working on a new movie?"

"Yes, in New York. I've been shooting for more than a month. Because I have something to do in Los Angeles, I came back to deal with it first, and then I'll continue shooting in New York." Adriaan explained, then looked at the men and women next to Jobs, "Aren't you going to introduce us?"

"Oh, sorry, it's my fault," Jobs said as he introduced them to Adriaan.

The people who attended Sidney Harman's cocktail party were basically executives of major companies, so when they first heard that Adriaan was a director, they more or less showed a look of disapproval. It was not until Jobs introduced him as the chairman of AC Media that they were surprised and greeted him warmly.

Because of the acquisition of Paramount and the fight with Lei Shidong and Diller, AC Media was no longer as low-key as it was two years ago, and it had attracted a lot of attention. No matter how high the status of these executives was, they were not as distinguished as the chairman of a major company, so it was normal for them to change from arrogance to deference.

Adrian exchanged a few words with them and didn't take it to heart. This was human nature. Besides, who knew if they would have to deal with each other again in the future. Only an idiot would put on airs because of such a small matter.

Besides, his target was Jobs, so there was no need to dwell on such trivial matters. So Adriaan then turned his attention to the middle-aged man in front of him. Under his deliberate guidance, the two soon got into an argument about computer technology. Of course, Adriaan was certainly not as good as Jobs in this area, so he just picked some things to talk about.

"We all know that last year's' Jurassic Park 'combined special effects and computer CG technology to create realistic dinosaurs on the screen. I believe that with the development of time, in a few years, such dinosaurs will only need CG to be able to be produced," Adriaan said.

"So we're actually on the same page, just on the timing," Jobs said with a shrug.

"That's the case, but you always want to refute me, so you ignore it." Adriaan laughed, then began to lead the conversation in the direction he wanted. "Maybe it won't be long before we see movies made with full CG, and the degree of realism is no different from a real person. But before that, computer animation has to be developed first. "