I have a confession. Marc Hazout is my father. He was turned by the dark side. This past week he really didn't go to China. He actually went to Bangkok where he met up with Junksilver in the coffee shop. They both wore pinstriped shirts so they could recognize each other. Junksilver had a decaf, non-fat, soy, latte (not surprising) with some caramel drizzle, and Marc had it straight up black.
They worked out a deal where the company mounts massive debt, incurs lawsuits, sells off it's assets, and then predicts a bright future with cash raining down from the sky like manna. I think it might work!