Smithfield Foods Acquires Premium Standard Farms
On September 18, 2006, Smithfield Foods announced that it would acquire Premium Standard Farms in a cash and stock deal that would total $810 million including the assumption of about $117 million in debt. The sale of PSF’s open stock still requires approval from the SEC as well as shareholder approval. Smithfield hoped to close the deal by the end of the first quarter in calendar year 2007.
ContiGroup Companies Inc supported the cash and stock buyout and voted its 38.8 percent stake in PSF in favor of the deal.
In May 2007, Smithfield completed the acquisition of Premium Standard Farms, converting shares into Smithfield stock at a rate of 0.678 Smithfield shares plus $1.25 in cash per PSF share.
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