America: Starting with the acquisition of MGM...

Chapter 265, Section 264: It turns out my mom is the real Queen of the Sea.

call.

Eric unconsciously shook his leg, his mind racing as he considered how to deal with this calamity.

By digging up other people's ancestral graves and uprooting their roots, the six major TV stations and other television stations will not stop until they are brought to their deaths.

Public opinion has only just begun to rise, but it's easy to imagine that within three days, I will be pushed into the vortex of public opinion, dragging MGM and Lionheart down with me.

"Damn it, you guys are ruthless! You don't make a move unless you're absolutely sure of it, but when you do, it's deadly!"

Pete glanced at the rearview mirror: "Boss, is it really that serious?"

Seeing Eric remain silent, he continued, "Boss, let's think about it another way. Since they've framed us, we don't need to follow the rules anymore."

"Hmm, what do you mean?"

Pete raised his right hand, making a gun gesture and pressing it to his temple: "Just a little intimidation will solve many problems."

"No way!" Eric rejected the idea without even thinking.

What a joke! To deal with ordinary people or even some skilled white-collar workers, shooting them would be the end of it all.

But when your opponent is on the same level as you, resorting to physical elimination is simply suicide.

You can kill one, you can kill two, but you can't kill them all at the same time.

Conversely, someone else could also kill you and your family and friends; there are no winners in this dangerous game.

During the Cold War, the US and Russia deployed nuclear weapons to threaten each other. In the end, Nixon and Khrushchev dismantled and withdrew all of them. No one dared to use such a mutually destructive tactic.

Even if MGM and Lionheart collapse, you still have YouTube and Facebook.

If it develops in a few years, it can still make a comeback.

But if you were shot in the street one day, wouldn't you say it was a terrible injustice?

bell!

Eric's private phone rang suddenly. He looked down and saw that it was Judy calling.

"OMG! Eric, I've only been asleep for half an hour, and I've been woken up by a nightmare."

"Have you seen the news?"

"I saw it, the situation is terrible, it's all that bitch's fault. I really regret bringing her to Hollywood in the first place, I'm so sorry!"

"What's the use of saying all this now? The most important thing is to find Balrefali as soon as possible. Don't worry about company matters for now. Focus on finding her first."

"I know what to do. I'm calling to put your mind at ease."

"Um?"

Eric paused for a moment, not understanding what Judy was talking about.

"Eric, I need to take a few days off. Give me a week, and I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."

"What? Wait, what are you talking about?"

"I know the company is going through a tough time right now, but I hope you can hold on, at least for a week. We'll talk again when I get back. I'll handle the problems I caused myself."

"Judy, what are you doing? Explain yourself."

"I can't say for sure right now, just wait for my good news."

"Judy, Judy, Judy Newhouse!"

Eric yelled, but the other end of the line had already hung up.

He slapped his forehead in exasperation. What the hell! Why is he adding to the chaos at a time like this? Doesn't he want to cause enough trouble for himself?

The things Balrefali did were indeed related to Judy, but even without her, the Big Six would have found someone else; there was no escaping it.

After his initial anger subsided, Eric couldn't help but worry about what this guy was up to.

Of the five of them, Judy is the best fighter, but she's also the most headstrong.

Eric glanced at Pete, genuinely worried that the girl might do something impulsive.

She might not be able to find Balrefali, but she knew very well where the headquarters of the six major companies and various television stations were located, and she also knew what the heads of each company looked like.

If you were to shoot the other person with a submachine gun, it would not only fail to solve the problem, but would also add fuel to the fire and cause irreversible damage.

Eric quickly sent her a message, advising her not to act impulsively.

Judy replied, saying she wouldn't act impulsively and that he shouldn't worry.

But Eric was still worried, so he sent Billy to her house to keep an eye on things and make sure nothing went wrong.

Beverly Hills, the Cooper family home.

As soon as the car arrived, the reporters who had been lying in wait nearby rushed out, hoping to stop Eric.

But the Lincoln drove straight into the yard, leaving them with no choice but to continue their stakeout as they couldn't trespass on private property.

In the living room, the nanny Lisa brought in coffee and then quickly left, leaving Eric sitting face to face with his parents.

"Young man, you've gotten yourself into big trouble this time!" Dad said with a worried expression.

Eric shrugged helplessly: "I'm not afraid of normal business competition, but I didn't expect them to resort to such underhanded tactics."

"It's underhanded but effective. You look overwhelmed because the other side controls the mainstream media discourse, just like when you took down Sony."

Eric rolled his eyes. "Dad, this isn't the time to make fun of me. I came back to discuss with you what good ways we can get through this."

"The best way is to admit defeat. If you can't bring yourself to do it, I can plead with those old guys on your behalf. Giving up some benefits can bring peace."

"Make me admit defeat? Are you kidding me? Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Eric stated bluntly.

"Are you prepared to fight them to the bitter end? Until they die?"

"Yes, those guys can take a break if they want, but I won't budge unless I'm dead!"

"I not only want to reclaim MGM's former glory, but also to get back all the lost copyrights, and you've seen the company's growth as well."

"Dad, we have a great situation. The market recognizes this new model, and Lionheart represents the future development direction of the film and television industry."

"We hold the remote control to the future in our hands now, are you really willing to throw it away?"

"Son, you're just like Elon Musk, the Iron Man of Silicon Valley. He's like a madman, trying to build rockets and launch satellites, which has attracted a lot of ridicule."

Eric chuckled. "Yes, but do you know why Musk gets ridicule, while I get attacks?"

"Because his plan might not be able to be realized, while my plan is already on the road to realization, those guys are scared."

"Because they were afraid, they panicked; because they panicked, they framed me."

Dad suddenly laughed too: "You're right. I can always see that kind of passionate spirit in you. It feels great. Well then, let us two old folks help you out."

"Huh? My mom can help me too?" Eric frowned.

"Eric, don't look down on anyone. You don't know your mother, at least not when she was young. Let's do a recap."

"What are we reviewing?"

"Look at the difficulties you are facing now, and then see how many cards you have to play."

Eric nodded: "The difficulty lies in the current public pressure. Without finding Balefali, it will be hard to clarify this matter."

"Is this all?"

"What?"

"What are you going to do about your five girlfriends?"

"Them? I haven't decided yet. I need to get past the company first."

Dad looked at Mom: "Young people still have a lot to learn, and we need to ask your mother for advice on this."

"Huh?" Eric was even more confused.

Mom glared at Eric: "Your brother is a jerk, and your brother is a jerk too. I knew you two were no pushovers."

"A while ago, we went to visit Joshua and found out that he was dating three girls at the same time. Your mother was very angry and gave him a good scolding," Dad explained.

"Why didn't you tell me? I could have been happy too."

Eric laughed heartily, like a slacker finding out that someone else also got a zero on the test.

"What's there to be happy about? Those three girls found out about each other's existence and then started fighting."

"They beat Joshua up?"

"I guess so. First, three people beat Joshua black and blue, and even broke his leg."

Eric gasped, "No way, that's too cruel. Does that mean Joshua will only be able to adopt children from now on?"

Dad was speechless: "What kind of time is this to tell such lame jokes? Is your right leg broken?"

"Oh, thank goodness."

"Then the three girls started to feel sorry for Joshua, and each of them wanted to be with him. The three of them started fighting with each other, and in the end, all four of them ended up in the hospital."

"Joshua is so powerful! Is he a succubus?"

"I'm going crazy from all the noise from those three girls, but your brother, that bastard, doesn't want to give up on any of them and is still dreaming of a harmonious life for the four of us."

"Then he was beaten up again, this time his left leg was broken and he was completely unable to move."

"Emily is heartbroken. Joshua may be a jerk, but he's also Mom's jerk. She can't bear to see your brother suffer like this."

"There was no other way, your dear mother had to step in herself and help Joshua deal with those three girls."

"Did you manage to persuade them to leave?"

The father paused for a moment, then said, "No, we brought all four of them together. Now, three of them take care of Joshua every day, and he can already get out of bed and walk."

"What?"

Eric's voice instantly rose eight octaves, and then he looked at his mother with an incredulous expression.

My mother sighed, "If I hadn't been worried about Joshua being beaten to death, I wouldn't have helped him. Lord, I've sinned!"

Eric looked completely bewildered. What was going on today? It seemed like everything had turned his worldview and understanding upside down.

The father patted his son on the shoulder: "Son, I know you're confused. Like I just said, you don't know anything about your mother's past."

"When we were young, do you know what period that was?"

"Uh, hippies?" Eric thought for a moment and tried to answer.

"That's right, it was the era when hippies were popular. Young people were all crazy, and everyone was pursuing individuality and liberation."

"Drugs, highs, heavy metal, rock music, tattoos, studs."

"Young people are infecting each other, spreading these cultures like a virus, and no one is immune, including the two of us."

"Back then, Emily was a famous womanizer. She sang, danced, did graffiti, frequented bars and nightclubs every day, and hung out on the streets with a bunch of guys."

"Honey, how many guys were you dating at the same time back then?"

Mom sighed somewhat embarrassedly: "There's no need to tell Eric the details. I was really rebellious back then and did a lot of things that went against societal norms."

"But thankfully I came to my senses later. When I almost died on the street because of the drugs, a passing pastor took me to the hospital."

"I was lucky to escape with my life. Death always makes people see things more clearly, and I became a believer from then on."

"Later she married your father, and then you two little rascals were born."

Eric listened in disbelief as the two recounted their past stories. He never expected that his seemingly devout mother was actually a delinquent.

She's not just a delinquent, she's also a sea queen.

Judging from her embarrassed expression, she probably has quite a few boyfriends.

Joshua only mentioned three, and I only mentioned five. I probably haven't even caught up with a fraction of my mother's glorious record.

"Hahaha. Looks like it's a family trait," Eric laughed.

"I think you want a beating, young man!" Mom said angrily.

Eric quickly went over and hugged her, rubbing against her like a kitten and saying, "Mom, my dearest mom, how can you bear to see your most beloved youngest son suffer? He needs your help right now."

Eric's mother shoved him away with a look of disgust: "This is a critical moment. I'm helping you to prevent them from affecting your career and to avoid any new scandals."

"Some women, driven by love turned to hate, are capable of anything. One Balafali has already given you a run for your money; let's see if you can handle another one!"

"Okay, who are these five women? What are their personalities like? Do they know each other? What is their relationship like? Do they have any conflicts? Also, what about their family background, how dependent they are on you, and the level of intimacy between you?"

Eric didn't find his mother's questions tedious at all; instead, he felt reassured.

Wow! That's professionalism!

"Mom, I know you might be surprised when you hear the name, but please don't be surprised. We're here to solve the problem."

"You already know Gal Gadot, and then there's Charlize Theron, the one who just won Best Actress at the Oscars this year, remember her?"

Mom nodded; she had watched the awards ceremony too. Dad, on the other hand, subtly gave a thumbs-up, as if to say, "Son, you have excellent taste."

"The third is Nicole Kidman."

"Who?" Mom's eyes widened instantly.

"Nicole Kidman, you know her, she often sends us things, she even said that ostrich meat was delicious."

"OMG! So that's why she suddenly approached me. We even go to church together often. No wonder she always mentions you intentionally or unintentionally. Now I finally understand."

"Nico and I have a very good relationship. She was always worried that you would object because of our age, so she could only approach you secretly, hoping to win your favor. She really tried her best."

My mom rolled her eyes and said angrily, "Go on, but you better not find me another divorced, older woman."

"Of course, of course. The other two are very young and successful. One just won the Golden Globe for Best Actress. Did you see the awards ceremony? Hehe."

Eric chuckled dryly, too embarrassed to directly mention Ashley and Mary's names.

Dad and Mom, their mouths agape, roared in unison, "You slept with the Olsen twins!"

(End of this chapter)