America: Starting with the acquisition of MGM...

Chapter 130. A Frenzied Outburst!

The MGM Grand, Harry Cooper's office.

Eric walked to the door and then stopped.

"Dad, there's something else I need your help with. Facebook is launching in a few days, and I'd like to do some celebrity marketing."

"Could you persuade a celebrity you know to help you by opening an account and posting a status update to attract some traffic to the website?"

Harry Cooper did not attend the meeting with the technology team a few days ago. As a middle-aged man who is almost 50, he still doesn't understand what Facebook is for.

However, she nodded in agreement: "No problem, I'll ask the people I know to help, but it's just for show. Don't expect them to clock in and post updates like they're doing a job."

Eric chuckled and said, "Dad, new things take time to get used to. Once these people realize how social media can boost their fame and exposure, they'll be even more enthusiastic than just checking in."

"Is Facebook really that amazing?" Charlie Cooper couldn't believe it at all.

"Let's wait and see. The results will be revealed soon anyway. Also, we need to increase investment over there. $1000 million won't last long. I'd like to allocate another sum of money."

"How much do you need?"

"The accounts for the second quarter are coming up soon, and I plan to transfer $2000 million in advance, but to be honest, I'm not sure if that money will last until the end of the year."

Hearing this, Dad frowned, sighed, and said, "Eric, are these three internet platforms you've set up really going to work?"

He waved his hand halfway through his sentence and said, "Forget it, you go ahead and do it. We've already started, let's see how it goes after it goes live on Facebook."

I know Dad is a little reluctant, mainly because he's facing a bottomless pit with an uncertain future. Who would willingly keep throwing money into it?

Back then, Zuckerberg's first round of angel investment was only $50, which shows how big Eric's scheme is.

Back downstairs, outside the office, in Chen Xing's workspace, he was chatting with a woman.

Upon seeing Eric return, he immediately stood up and said, "Ms. Jones, this is my boss, your employer."

Eric and the other person exchanged a glance: "Come in and let's talk."

Chen Xing brought in the coffee he had just brewed, while Eric sized up the woman in front of him.

Dan Jones, a woman in her thirties, works as a private investigator.

A while ago, Eric asked his dad if he knew any good private investigators, and his dad recommended her.

He is said to be very famous in the private detective circle, one of the top detectives in Los Angeles, and has helped many wealthy people solve their problems.

The woman was tall, with a beautiful face and a great figure; it was clear she took excellent care of herself.

Moreover, judging from the exposed forearms, the muscle definition is very obvious, which is similar to Judy's, so she is probably someone who works out regularly.

After all, for a woman to make a name for herself in the private detective circle, she must be quite skilled, possessing both strength and good looks, and able to use whichever method is needed.

Noticing Eric staring at him, Dan Jones smiled. "Every employer acts much like you when they see me, but once they get what they want, they turn that look into respect."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I was being presumptuous."

"It's okay, I'm used to it. It's inherently more difficult for women in this industry."

"Please sit down."

Dan Jones pulled out a chair, sat down, tossed his hair, crossed his legs, and smiled at Eric: "I know that rich people like you value their time, so let's not waste it and get started."

Eric nodded slightly; he liked this decisive and efficient way of doing things.

"Okay, let's get straight to the point. Are you aware of Michael Jackson's child molestation case?"

"Of course I know. This is a hot topic; probably everyone in America knows about it. I remember you were on Jackson's side; it was reported in the newspapers, right?"

"Ms. Jones, you remember very well, this is exactly what I asked you to investigate. Your targets are Gavin Avico and his mother, Janet Avico, mainly the latter."

"I heard that Janet Avizo is a repeat offender, so it would be best to get her criminal record, and then keep a close eye on her and her lawyer's behavior. If you can get audio recordings or other evidence, that would be great."

Dan Jones narrowed his eyes slightly: "Boss, this is no easy task. Getting Janet Avizo's criminal record might not be difficult, but getting the recording will be a different story."

"I understand. If it were easy, I wouldn't have chosen you. Your reputation and ability made me make this decision."

Dan Jones clicked his tongue a few times: "Then you should know that my fees are not cheap, especially for this kind of difficult job."

Name your price.

"This price, no bargaining!" Dan Jones stretched out a hand with his five fingers spread.

"No problem, I can pay an extra 10% deposit, but you need to investigate one more thing for me."

Dan Jones chuckled and said, "Boss, that's not how business is done. You have to pay extra for every extra task you do. That's the rule."

"No, you could say they are two things, but you could also say they are one thing."

"What do you mean?" Dan Jones asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I said I was investigating Michael Jackson's child molestation case. This is the second one this year, but don't forget that 1993 was the first one. The lawyer and psychologist Janet hired this time are the same two people from 1993. I hope you can also get the evidence that they framed Jackson in 1993."

After a moment's thought, Dan Jones hesitated: "Would they still keep evidence from 10 years ago? Are you sure? I can't investigate things that don't exist."

"Ms. Jones, you should know that this is a big case involving a big star. Jackson paid out a whopping $2300 million. Just think how much money that is."

"Such a big matter, let alone 10 years, even 50 years later, there will definitely be evidence of that time. After all, no one knows if it will be needed in the future."

"And then there's Evan Chandler, the biggest beneficiary of the 1993 events. I heard he's a dentist whose license was revoked and he's doing terribly now."

Dan Jones shook his head: "Cases older than 10 years are too difficult to investigate. And how can you be sure Michael Jackson was framed? I'm not a fan of his, but what if it's true?"

"No, there's no 'what if'. Jackson must have been framed!"

"Mr. Cooper, why are you so certain?"

Eric carefully examined the other person, noticing the slight upturn of Dan Jones's lips, and calmly said, "There's no point in arguing about this. When the evidence comes out, the truth will naturally come out."

"Here's what we'll do: if you can find evidence of the case from those three people, I'm willing to pay another bonus."

Dan Jones lightly slapped the table, stood up, and held out his hand, saying, "Deal!"

"Ms. Jones, Jackson's case is about to go to trial. I hope you can complete the investigation as soon as possible."

"Mr. Cooper, the fact that you contacted me means you believe in my abilities. People outside the industry may not know, but private investigators don't work alone. I have dozens of people working for me."

After seeing Dan Jones off, all we can do now is wait for news and leave the rest to fate.

After dealing with company matters and speaking with his father, Eric instructed Chen Xing not to bother him for the next few days unless it was urgent, and then went straight home.

As soon as I stepped out of the company gate, the familiar scene unfolded again. Now, whenever there is news about MJ, reporters will definitely be waiting for me.

Anyway, now the whole of America knows that Eric is a staunch supporter of Michael Jordan. Eminem has already disgusted people, so I don't believe he won't retaliate.

Not to mention him, yesterday, as soon as Eminem's new song was released, Chuanbao was the first to jump out and criticize it, giving him a sharp sarcastic remark.

Eric slightly twisted his stiff neck and stood still, looking at the media surrounding him. Damn it, it was Pravda again.

"Mr. Cooper, have you listened to Amy Aem's new song 'Just Lost It'? What do you think of it?"

"Mr. Cooper, what's your opinion on 'Just Lost It'? Everyone wants to know your thoughts."

Other reporters tried to ask questions, but Eric immediately interrupted them by raising his hand.

"Alright, alright, you don't need to ask anymore. I know what you're trying to say, and I've been prepared to give this interview for a long time."

"You can report everything I say here verbatim, and you can amplify it if you want. I will not sue anyone this time."

Upon hearing his remarks, the reporters present were immediately intrigued; it seemed this man was about to launch an attack.

"Emi Em, well, let's just call him by his real name, Rascal Em, or more accurately, Mad Dog Em."

"Why do I call him a mad dog? Because obedient dogs are friendly, while mad dogs bite indiscriminately."

"The MJ thing is clearly a frame-up, and we should all wait for the court's verdict. But Eminem is using this as an opportunity to release a new song. His purpose is very clear: to use MJ's fame to attract attention and sell more albums."

"But even if his singles and subsequent albums sold better, the credit should go to MJ, not Eminem."

"He's nothing but a mad dog that bites indiscriminately, and a pathetic kid who always brags about his tragic childhood experiences."

"He always talks about how terrible my family background is, how badly my mother treated me, so I just want to yell at those people!"

"I don't know whether Eminem's experiences are true or false, since it's all his side of the story from beginning to end."

"But if what he said is true, and I mean if, then shouldn't Eminem understand MJ even better?"

"The whole world knows that MJ had an unhappy childhood. He lived in poverty and was homeless. His boxer father often beat and scolded him, and even hit him on the head with an electric iron."

"And what did Michael do? The world kissed me with pain, but I responded with a song!"

"Does Amu know how many charitable organizations Michael has established? Does Amu know how much money he has donated to children's charities?"

"Do you know he's Eminem, the UN Goodwill Ambassador? Do you know he's Eminem, the only singer nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize?"

"Am knows nothing; he's just an immature, troubled teenager who portrays himself as a victim of suffering."

"Besides writing songs to insult people and wielding chainsaws to corrupt children, has he ever done anything truly useful for children? As far as I know, he hasn't donated a single penny."

"One is a mad dog who only knows how to talk big and make a scene, while the other is a true giant who has silently endured and donated more than $3 million. The public should know who is right and who is wrong."

Eric's barrage of accusations sent the reporters on the scene into a frenzy, and the news broke.

Of course, Chuanbao also cursed, but his words were far less intense than Eric's, and his wording was relatively restrained. He didn't directly call Eminem a mad dog.

But some people weren't satisfied. A reporter from Pravda asked again, "Mr. Cooper, Eminem is a rapper, and diss culture is just one form of rap. Many people think there's nothing wrong with Eminem's approach; he's just expressing his opinion."

Eric glared at him. "Really? You think this is just expressing an opinion? You think you can use diss culture as an excuse?"

"Let's go back to the origins and talk about it from the beginning. Rap ​​belongs to hip-hop culture, am I right?"

The reporters present nodded in agreement.

"So what is the spirit of hip-hop culture? It's authenticity, courage, spontaneity, freedom, uncompromising attitude, and being yourself!"

"If you only look at these aspects, Eminem seems to fit the bill, but don't forget that this is only one part of the core spirit of hip-hop. Another part advocates respect, love, and peace. Don't you even know the word 'respect'?"

"Eminem used half of his core to package himself and make himself look like a rapper. To put it bluntly, he just wanted to use it as a cover so he could hide behind it and vent his emotions and insult others."

"This kind of person doesn't deserve to be a rapper at all. I even suspect he's racist. Go back to the underground!"

After speaking, Eric gestured for the reporters to move aside. This time, no one surrounded him. As he walked to the car door, Eric suddenly turned back and said something.

"I'll say one more thing, you can use it as a headline."

"The more time I spend with people, the more I like dogs. A dog will always be a dog, but sometimes people really aren't human!"

The car drove back to Beverly Hills, where Eric changed his clothes. He told his mother to bring him food at a set time every day, and then, under Joshua's strange gaze, went upstairs, locked himself in his room.

I turned on my computer, created a new script document, and entered the title "House of Cards".

To launch this project in a short period of time, I must personally take charge and write a detailed script to minimize preparation and filming time.

He had already read the original House of Cards novel; he read the Chinese version before he transmigrated and the English version after he transmigrated.

He has studied and watched the TV series directed by David Fincher several times, and he has even watched the British version of "House of Cards" in his spare time.

After comparison, it was found that the difference may be due to the different times and the different tastes of the audience.

British drama male leads are more reserved and composed, and are also older.

American TV series male leads are more domineering and sinister, and tend to be younger.

Although both works are political thrillers, they certainly cannot be regarded as real events; they inevitably incorporate a large amount of dramatic conflict and artistic embellishment.

In this respect, British dramas are probably limited by their length and era, especially in the handling of the ending, which is relatively rushed, while American dramas are relatively better.

Finally, there's the male protagonist's unique way of breaking the fourth wall and communicating with the audience. This is a consistent approach in both British and American cinema, and Eric also feels that it's a distinctive feature that should be preserved.

After a moment of contemplation, he closed his eyes and pondered for a while before his fingers began to tap rapidly on the keyboard.

"Keyboard, come on!"

Thank you, Lao Ma, for the 500 coins reward.

Thank you Chen Lingyi for the 5000 coins reward.

Thank you, both bosses.

(End of this chapter)