America: Starting with the acquisition of MGM...

Chapter 65, Section 66: Let the storm rage on!

"Chris, this is the right look. You finally look like a normal high school student."

Eric nodded as he looked at Chris Evans, who was now a size smaller.

The initial assessment was correct; without the muscles, Chris Evans's demeanor became much more similar to Sam's.

This isn't the kind of skinny figure created solely through special effects like in Captain America; rather, it's realistic, like an ordinary person you'd encounter on the street, without feeling exaggerated.

To be honest, when I first watched Captain America, I found the fake muscles and physiques disgusting.

Because he only lost weight in his body, but not in his face, he looked like a goblin, which was very incongruous.

Captain America was filmed after Iron Man, so Marvel should have had plenty of money at the time and no problem with financing.

But the cheap special effects and terrible script were a complete mess, and after thinking about it, I can only blame it on a lack of attention to detail.

When Eric thinks of Captain America, he thinks of Marvel, and when he thinks of Marvel, he thinks of the acquisition issue.

This year, the acquisition must be put on the agenda, and it is said that several large companies have already made contact.

However, many people have the same idea; it just depends on who is willing to pay a higher price in the end. It's a contest of judgment on Marvel's future potential.

As long as MGM consistently invests an extra 100 million compared to others, no company can compete with it.

Because they have a fatal weakness: they are joint-stock companies, and major decisions must be studied by the shareholders' meeting, and they are also responsible to the shareholders.

MGM didn't have this concern, which explains why the Coopers insisted on delisting.

One reason is that this will make the acquisition process faster.

Secondly, private companies can do whatever they want, and no one dares to oppose them, no matter how outrageous their decisions are.

Third, MGM was already infamous at the time, and going public wouldn't raise much money, so it was better to recover first and then relist when market expectations picked up.

Bringing his thoughts back, Chris Evans felt that all his recent efforts had not been in vain after receiving Eric's praise.

He said with a touch of self-deprecation, "You know, director, I used to play those big, muscular guys, and everyone seemed to think that was all I could do."

"Even my agent told me that I must maintain my figure and make my muscles bigger and bigger, as if I would never get any more roles without this kind of physique."

"I'm truly grateful for this opportunity, and this is the first time since I entered Hollywood that I haven't had to deliberately work out or go to the gym. Honestly, it feels amazing!"

Eric could hear the complaints and gratitude in the young Captain America's words, but that's how Hollywood is; getting a role is a blessing, and most people don't even get one.

"Chris, having some muscle is actually not bad. There's a type of physique that looks slim in clothes but muscular when undressed, like mine. It's a balanced kind of beauty, and that's the most perfect."

"Also, you have a certain charm. When you have the chance, why not try growing a beard and putting on a mature makeup look? You'll discover a new version of yourself."

Chris Evans frowned, but couldn't imagine himself in that state. He thought he could try it when he had nothing else to do.

Not far away, James McAvoy came over to say hello. He was going to play a minor role as a computer expert, but he played a key role in intercepting the Decepticons' signal.

This character doesn't have many scenes, with a total appearance time of about seven or eight minutes, some of which are in group scenes.

He's not as good as Tom Hardy or Michael Fassbender; it's just that his face isn't suited for soldiers.

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However, there are advantages, of course. He doesn't have to go through the grueling military training. His friends have been complaining to him these past few days that the training intensity is much higher than when filming "Band of Brothers".

Tom Hardy said his thighs were chafed raw, but who knows what caused it?

"James, your partner will be joining the team in a few days. You two should work well together."

"Who is it?"

"Colossevini, have you ever heard of that name?"

After going through it in his mind, James McAvoy shook his head, thinking that he was probably a newcomer as well.

But Eric's next words completely broke down his defenses.

"She has been nominated for an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress, but she has only acted in independent films, so she is not very famous."

"What! Oscar? How old is she?"

"I'm not sure either, probably around 26 or 27, a bit older than you. She hopes to break into the mainstream film scene through 'Transformers,' so even though it's a cameo, she'll definitely give it her all. You two have scenes together, so the pressure is on you now!"

Upon hearing this, James McAvoy looked worried. After all, it was nerve-wracking to think that a nobody like him was suddenly going to act alongside an Oscar nominee.

He patted James on the shoulder and gave him an encouraging look: "But I believe in your abilities. Think carefully about what a computer expert and a hacker should be like."

Then he called Chris Evans over: "You two are good buddies in the movie. After training, go out for a drink and do some things that men should do."

Chris Evans was quite adept at this: "So how about tonight? I know a good bar nearby."

James shrugged: "Anyway, nothing's wrong, okay."

Eric stayed at the training base for two days before leaving; he had only come to take a look.

This kind of thing can be left to Patty Jenkins and Neil Blomkamp; he still has a hidden danger to deal with.

In New York, a plane landed at John F. Kennedy International Airport. As Eric walked out of the waiting hall, a silver Panamera pulled up in front of him, just like the last time he came.

Elena had clearly dressed up specially today, wearing a pair of stylish sunglasses as she looked at Eric: "Get in the car."

boom!

Where are we going this time?

"That depends on whether you want to enjoy yourself first or work first."

"I think we should get to work first; it'll be better for all of us."

"Hmph. I didn't realize you were such a determined little guy."

"Composure? No, no, ma'am, it's only for you!" Eric said, clutching his lower back.

Hearing his teasing, Elena scoffed, "If it weren't for the fact that you helped me earn millions of dollars, I'd eat you up right now!"

"Only a few million? It seems you still don't trust me enough. Otherwise, if you had bet your entire fortune, you would have made a fortune."

"Don't bring this up, it makes me angry. You have to make it up to me!"

"Hey! Want to listen to what you're saying? I'm the guy who helped you make millions of dollars!"

"But I've helped you earn even more, haven't I? And I promise you'll enjoy it."

"Can you give me a heads-up? What do you want to do to me? Or is there some fun way to play?" Eric asked curiously.

The alluring woman gave him a seductive look: "I also have two nieces, they are both very beautiful, and they would like to get to know you."

That's all I have to say; the rest is up to Eric's imagination.

"To hell with work, bring on the storm!"

(End of this chapter)