Huayu: This producer has no bottom line.

Souhu Building, Wudaokou, Yanjing.

At 7:30 p.m., most of the workstations were already empty.

Ren Pingsheng remained seated in front of the computer, staring at the face with sunken cheekbones on the screen.

His index finger hovered above the mouse button, but he didn't press it for a long time.

It wasn't hesitation, it was confirmation.

He was certain that he wouldn't hesitate to eat the blood of a dying person.

Today is January 2009, 3.

There are three months, 104 days left until Michael Jackson's unexpected death on June 26.

Let's go back to the morning.

In the entertainment division's conference room, a huge poster was projected onto the screen.

MJ's slender figure was wrapped in a sequined jacket, with the words "THIS IS IT" printed on the bottom.

Just last night, tickets for the pop king's 50 comeback concerts sold out in four hours.

Several documents were scattered on the table, with various titles such as "The King Returns: MJ's Timeless Legend" and "Echoes of the Times: The Moonwalk Returns."

The entire program was rushed out for this purpose.

The discussion, which should have been noisy, was unusually quiet.

Supervisor Alex walked around to stand in front of Ren Pingsheng and looked down at him.

"You mean, MJ's concert can't go on?"

Ren Pingsheng leaned back in his chair. "It's not that he can't open it, it's that he can't hold on long enough to open it."

"Based on what?"

"His physical condition was no secret after the 2005 pedophilia trial, and his dependence on painkillers was no secret."

Ren Pingsheng ignored Alex's expression and continued speaking on his own.

"His private doctor did not have any qualifications to provide medical care for performances, yet he was appointed as his personal physician by the AEG Group."

"Alex, do you think this is normal?"

Alex remained silent, while Ren Pingsheng continued.

"A fifty-year-old person in precarious health is expected to complete fifty high-intensity performances within three months..."

That's enough.

Alex slammed his hand on the table. "Ren Pingsheng, I'm asking you, have you ever been to America?"

"no."

Have you ever met Michael Jackson in person?

"no."

Do you have any primary sources?

"no."

Alex picked up Ren Pingsheng's proposal, shook it in his hand, and said, "So what's the difference between this and those posts on Tianya?"

Before I could answer, he said, "When I was studying media at Columbia University, a professor once said that extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence."

He deliberately emphasized each word, as if he were giving a dictation test to a primary school student.

"Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence. Do you have any?"

"You have nothing. You've just put a sensational headline on a bunch of cobbled-together guesses."

Alex threw the proposal back at Ren Pingsheng, his fingertip hovering over the title.

"Game of Thrones? Ren Pingsheng, have you been reading too many novels?"

"MJ is a world-class pop superstar, and you're throwing conspiracy theories at him? You're embarrassing other Chinese people!"

His voice grew louder and louder, his fingers almost poking Ren Pingsheng's eyes.

"Our Sohu forum isn't some cheap gossip forum. If you're going to resort to these underhanded attention-grabbing tactics, you'd better get out of here now!"

The meeting room fell silent again.

Some people were looking down at notebooks that were completely blank, while others were drinking from empty water glasses.

"Just do as I said, let's do a nostalgic reminiscing!"

Alex turned around, as if remembering something, and then turned back to look at Ren Pingsheng.

"You..." He looked you up and down. "You'll be in charge of collecting materials. This job doesn't require any brains, so it's suitable for an intern like you who graduated from a third-tier university."

The meeting adjourned, and the chairs dragged on the floor with a jarring sound.

Some people were packing up their notebooks, while others were whispering among themselves.

When Director Zhao passed by, she hesitated for a moment, patted Ren Pingsheng on the shoulder, and left without saying a word.

Xiao Lin, the copywriter, and another colleague walked out side by side, their voices very low, but they didn't go far, and every word seemed to bounce back.

"Does he have emotional intelligence issues? Why would he throw cold water on MJ's idea?"

"It's not emotional intelligence, it's a problem with his brain! Alex hates it when people disagree with him, but he just keeps going against the grain."

"That's true. Students from third-tier universities should be lucky to even get into Sohu, let alone stand here and give orders."

The sound faded into the distance.

Ren Pingsheng remained seated and did not move.

Is there something wrong with your brain?

Hearing his "old colleague's" evaluation, Ren Pingsheng, who had been reborn for two days, felt his mind go blank.

This project proposal didn't exist in my past life.

In his past life, he sat in the same chair, nodding, agreeing, and carrying out orders just like everyone else.

Swallow the truth back, and then utter a correct but useless statement.

After seven years, half of the mortgage was paid off, half of the hair was lost, and not half of the savings were accumulated.

Over the course of seven years, he watched Da Peng rise from an online program host to a star on the big screen.

"Men's Diary" became a hit.

"Jianbing Man" has grossed over 1 billion yuan at the box office.

Gradually, a misconception arose—that I could do it too.

Then he resigned and plunged into the film and television industry.

The result was, of course, as everyone hoped.

He was nearly forty years old when he finally managed to become a screenwriter for a few third-rate directors.

Behind the impressive-sounding name lies a ghostwriter's "gun".

Even so, it still depends on whether the director takes care of you.

Otherwise, they wouldn't even have the right to joint credit for the script.

As for love?

After being swindled out of everything by several female literary types who claimed to be his "soulmates," Ren Pingsheng finally saw through it all.

A dowry of 300,000 is possible – either in installments or in multiple installments.

Art can't cure poverty; making money is what makes an adult respectable.

Since the leaders of large companies have "artistic fastidiousness" and "journalistic ethics," they dare not earn this massive amount of traffic.

Then he wouldn't stand on ceremony.

In 2009, online videos were seen by the public as synonymous with shoddy production.

"A Bloodbath Caused by a Steamed Bun" was a hit, and "Inevitable Love" by the Back Dorm Boys was also a hit.

But it was gone after it became popular.

It will be another three years before "Men's Diary" and "Unexpectedly" truly bring online videos into the mainstream.

This three-year gap was his window of opportunity.

I opened the old-fashioned editing software Premiere Pro and imported the MJ footage I collected during my afternoon "work hard" session.

Strictly speaking, using the company computer to do this is not a smart thing to do.

But these days, there's no way to regulate browsing history at individual workstations, especially since these materials were ordered by the boss.

The only difference is their final use.

His hand speed is incredibly fast.

Having spent many years immersed in the short video era, he knows all too well how to capture the audience's attention.

It doesn't require professional camera language or a coherent narrative.

All it takes is to cleverly combine the main character that people care about with those eye-catching pictures that have absolutely nothing to do with each other.

Then it was accompanied by highly inflammatory "outrageous" copywriting.

Part 1: The power struggles and transaction chains of high society behind child molestation cases.

Part Two: Capital pressure from AEG Performance Group, a fifty-year-old patient's desperate struggle for survival.

Part Three: Conrad Murray, MJ's personal physician, and the controversy surrounding his qualifications and medication use.

……

The video ends with a resolute prediction: "This concert will be the final straw that breaks MJ's back."

Two hours later, a 20-minute video was created.

Without hesitation, Ren Pingsheng directly cut the video into two parts.

He uploaded the previous episode to Youku, Tudou, Kuliu, and Acfang, a popular online community for anime and manga fans.

The title is simple and straightforward:

[The Greatest Scam of the Century: A Comeback King or a Lamb to the Slaughter? Unveiling the Bloody Power Game Behind MJ! (Part 1)]

Ren Pingsheng knew very well that in 2009, when Bieber had just debuted, people didn't know the story of Puff Daddy, didn't know who Epstein was, and didn't know there was a place called Lolita Island.

If he throws out these terms, people will just think he's mentally ill.

Even so, he would definitely be fiercely criticized by fans and public intellectuals across the internet, and treated as a clown.

But it doesn't matter, he only needs to do one thing.

Create suspense to the fullest and push emotions to the extreme.

Then wait, until the Heavenly King falls.

Great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for him!