Chapter 2077

"What I want is Sony Music and Sony Pictures."

Zhou Andong's words stunned the two old men, especially Mr. Huo. He was a businessman, and a tycoon at that; his vision and thinking were not something ordinary businessmen could compare to.

Looking at it now, the value of Sony Music and Sony Pictures was far higher than the 13.6% of Sony shares Zhou Andong had acquired.

Six years ago, Sony acquired CBS Records for 2 billion US dollars. And just a year later, it took down Columbia Pictures for 3.4 billion US dollars, while also assuming a huge debt of 1.6 billion US dollars.

Today, adding the value of Sony Music and Sony Pictures together, there was no doubt that their total value must exceed 9 billion US dollars.

Moreover, because music and film businesses occupied a crucial link in Sony's overall development strategy and could be said to be Sony's core competitiveness, even if an offer of 10 billion US dollars were made, Sony would likely refuse without hesitation.

Looking at Zhou Andong again, he acquired 13.6% of Sony shares for 4.3 billion US dollars. If viewed only from the short term, using these shares to exchange for Sony Music and Sony Pictures would definitely be a huge profit.

However, from a long-term perspective, Sony, as a world-class giant, had its strength and scale there. It was currently only in a relatively weak stage, but this was only temporary, and it would recover sooner or later.

Therefore, in the long run, the 13.6% of Sony shares held by Zhou Andong could bring him benefits that Sony Music and Sony Pictures could not compare to.

Mr. Huo's vision was not something ordinary people could compare to. Nansha was still a barren land now, but three years ago, Mr. Huo had continuously invested in that place.

Many people scolded Mr. Huo for being a fool, saying he had been deceived by the mainland government, but if one put the timeline of time far into the future and looked at it many years later.

The assets and land plots Mr. Huo invested in Nansha were worth over 700 billion, while the initial investment was only over 4 billion US dollars.

Mr. Huo stared at Zhou Andong with burning eyes and asked: "Andong, I believe you are not a person with short-sighted vision. You must have some layout, right?"

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "I control an entertainment company. Actually, my goal is the distribution channels of Sony Music and Sony Pictures."

Mr. Huo shook his head slightly, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes. He tapped Zhou Andong lightly and said earnestly: "You kid, you really aren't honest. Just to obtain distribution channels, the price you paid seems a bit too large."

Zhou Andong certainly understood that the reason he gave could not stand up, and he had nothing to hide, saying very frankly:

"Hollywood blockbusters are sweeping the world, and their influence globally is getting bigger and bigger. The United States uses Hollywood to export values to the whole world and carry out cultural aggression.

And Sony Music and Sony Pictures have global distribution capabilities and production strength, which is exactly what I value. If I can successfully acquire them, then I can use these resources to carry out reverse output to the US and Western countries.

Although the US and Western countries are a group of robbers without historical heritage, their understanding of us is limited, and this kind of reverse output may not have much influence.

However, in the Asian region, especially within the Chinese cultural circle, the situation is completely different. Here, people have a deep sense of identity with Chinese culture.

So, if we launch a cultural war against the US and the West within the Asian Chinese cultural circle, the advantage is still very obvious.

Of course, this is not an easy thing and faces many challenges, but I have enough confidence and determination to meet this challenge."

Mr. Huo really didn't expect that Zhou Andong wanted Sony Music and Sony Pictures to resist the value export and cultural aggression of the US and Western countries.

He hadn't paid attention to this issue before and had never thought deeply about it, but after thinking carefully at this moment, he did discover the clues.

Although this kind of value export and cultural aggression might not be significant in the short term, from a long-term perspective, after the time of one, two, or even three generations, it would definitely be influenced and brainwashed.

In this way, the harm is self-evident, directly related to the inheritance of Chinese culture and the survival of the nation.

At this time, the look in Mr. Huo's eyes when looking at Zhou Andong changed, no longer the appreciation of an elder for a junior, but a feeling of like-mindedness and cherishing each other for the common struggle of the country and the nation.

Mr. Huo looked at the old man and said with great emotion: "I really envy you for having such a young, promising granddaughter's husband who doesn't lack ideals and ambitions."

The old man laughed heartily, looking very proud: "My luck was good when I was young. I had several shrapnel in my body, and once I was even in a coma for three days. In the end, the King of Hell didn't take me either. Now that I'm old, my luck seems to still be with me, letting me find this good grandson-in-law."

Mr. Huo also laughed along, then looked at Zhou Andong again: "Andong, if you need any help, you can bring it up."

"Not for the time being." Zhou Andong shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "However, it's hard to say in the future."

Mr. Huo took out a business card: "This is my business card. It has my address and home phone number in Xiangjiang. When you have time to go to Xiangjiang, you must come to my home to sit for a while, otherwise I will be very angry."

"When I go to Xiangjiang, I will definitely go to Grandpa Huo's home to sit." Zhou Andong took the business card with both hands and gave it to Seeing Jian Qiu to put away.

Next, the few people chatted for a while, all about the topic of reform and opening up, which was Zhou Andong's strong suit.

Every time he expressed his point of view, it would attract Mr. Huo's attention, which looked so beautiful in the old man's eyes.

After eleven o'clock, Zhou Andong and Seeing Jian Qiu accompanied the old man and Mr. Huo to have lunch in Building No. 18. When putting down the chopsticks, Zhou Andong said:

"Grandpa, is there a camera? I want to take a picture with Grandpa Huo."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Mr. Huo echoed: "I want to take a group photo with Andong."

How could there be no camera here? Soon, Han Haiming came with a young man.

"Hello, Chief!"

"Hello!" The old man said with a smile: "Take a picture for us!"

Zhou Andong first took a picture with Mr. Huo, then the couple took one with Mr. Huo, and finally the four of them took a group photo.

After taking the photo, this meeting ended. Mr. Huo went to the guest room upstairs to rest, as he still had to attend an important meeting in the evening.

Zhou Andong and Seeing Jian Qiu took the old man's car and came to Courtyard No. 6.

After Han Haiming poured tea for them, he saw that there was nothing going on here and was about to leave.

"Don't go!" Zhou Andong shouted: "I'll treat you to a drink in a while, to save you from saying I'm stingy and have no sincerity."