America: Starting with the acquisition of MGM

Chapter 8: Gather the wool slowly

"My God, who is this nigger? I want to hang his portrait on the wall and worship him every day!" Warren said exaggeratedly.

"I declare that God is a black man!" Lilith was even more exaggerated.

After all, it is not an exaggeration to call someone God who can help you earn 200 million US dollars.

Judy: "Don't get excited. The game is not over yet. Now we have to pray that it will end like this. I can already see $200 million beckoning."

Beverly Hills, Cooper's House.

"Yes!"

The moment Senegal scored, Eric suddenly jumped up from the sofa, picked up the beer bottle and drank it.

"Eric, what are you doing?" Mom asked strangely.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little excited about scoring a goal."

"Don't be like this, my dear, you have just been discharged from the hospital not long ago, so take good care of yourself."

"Don't worry, Mom, I understand."

The goal was just as he remembered it, and the game so far was just as he remembered it. As long as there were no mistakes, he could act according to his memory.

The game continued, with the five people staring at the screen attentively, hoping that time would pass quickly and it would end soon.

Suddenly, a black player in the French team launched a charge, and with a burst, he kicked off directly in the face of the Senegalese defense line surrounding him.

"God, don't come in!"

"Asshole, what are you doing!"

"Oh, this nigger, he's gonna shoot, he's gonna shoot!"

These guys, who just called black people God, turned into niggas in the blink of an eye, fully demonstrating what it means to use people to move forward, not backward.

In an instant, Eric's heart was in his throat and he stared at the TV with wide eyes.

boom!

This kick seemed to hit several people in the heart, and the goalpost did another good job, sending the ball flying.

"Fuck, it feels so good!"

Eric immediately started chatting in Chinese, attracting his mother again. He read prayers on MSN again, thanking God, scolding niggas and other words.

Fortunately, the rest of the game was uneventful until the final whistle sounded and the game ended. Senegal defeated France 1:0.

A huge upset, this game shocked the world and caused countless gamblers to lose their money.

At this moment, voices cursing the French team sounded from all over the world.

In MSN, information began to jump wildly.

Bordeaux: "Is it over? They started shaking hands. Does this mean it's over?"

Billy: "Definitely. Look, time has stopped. The game is over."

Warren: "Oh my God, this is the most exciting game I've ever seen. My heart is going to jump out of my head. I need to eat something to calm down."

Judy: "Senegal really won, Eric, you little son of a bitch, you really got it right."

The stone in his heart fell to the ground. At this time, Eric's appetite was greatly increased. He took out food from the refrigerator and ate while typing on the keyboard: "Trust me now. If you have some spare money, you can also place bets, and I guarantee you won't lose. "

Judy: "FUCK! That's 19 times the odds. You bastard will have $190 million in no time."

Warren: "And in just 100 minutes, I made 190 million US dollars. Eric, my brother, I will press whatever you want next. I still have 1,000 US dollars in my hand. Now these Franklins belong to you." Dominated.”

Eric is still in a good mood, the game results remain unchanged, and even the schedule remains unchanged, which means that his control over the future will basically remain unchanged. There is nothing more important than this.

"Okay you bastards, roller coasters are fun, right? Next we will make this money even more generous, but before that, just relax, I will pay for all the expenses!"

Judy: "Yes! I was just waiting for your words. If I wasn't not interested in men, I would really like to send you my naked photos so that you can see the water flowing out of me because of excitement."

"Eric, I can also send you my naked photos."

Eric made a vomiting emoji: "Bordeaux, you should check your mental state."

Bordeaux made a vomiting expression: "Shit, I've been a bit influenced by the British lately. When I walk on the street, I feel like there are always malicious eyes staring at my butt."

Billy: "Then protect it. I don't want my parents to know that you have become 0. In Texas, they will kill you with a gun!"

After finishing the chat, Eric looked not far away. His father was standing on the balcony making a phone call. It was probably about work.

At this moment, he really wanted to see the tragedy after the release of "Windtalkers". In his previous life, he only learned a few words from newspapers and rudimentary Internet. MGM suffered a heavy loss, but it was unclear how much it lost. After all, that era Information is not developed.

Eric naturally hopes to lose as much as possible. The more he loses, the more conducive he will be to his subsequent acquisitions.

After making the call, Charlie Cooper returned to the living room with a frown.

"Dad, what happened?"

Charlie Cooper didn't hide it either: "With regard to the release of "Windtalkers," some theaters raised objections to the screening schedule, these bastards!"

"What! These things haven't been discussed yet?"

"It was already finalized, but these bastards heard somewhere that the internal test screening of "Windtalkers" was not going well, so they suddenly changed their tune. They are all sons of bitches, damn it!"

Eric frowned. 2002 was not the future, and the results of internal test screenings of movies were generally not circulated.

Internal previews, as the name suggests, are aimed at senior executives and professionals within the company, and the media will not invite them.

And even if there are leaks, they are all blockbusters with their own traffic, such as new movies by Martin Scorsese, Spielberg and others. This kind of thing is worthy of entertainment journalists' efforts to dig out, but John Woo and "Wind Talker" Obviously not qualified enough.

And if it's not an external problem, it can only be an internal problem. Eric was also an assistant director in his previous life and has been in the industry for more than ten years. He has heard and seen a lot of internal struggles within the company.

"Dad, it seems that someone inside MGM is very dissatisfied with you."

Charlie Cooper said with a dark face: "I know who it is. Some people want me to step down quickly. They are a bunch of moths!"

But Eric laughed: "Don't be angry, think on the bright side. The harder these people dance, the more precarious MGM will be."

"This big ship has long been riddled with holes. If we want to fix it, we can only find a new owner and let them make trouble. The more fun they make, the worse "Windtalker" will be. Our acquisition path will be relatively It’s easier to walk, isn’t it?”

Seeing that his son was still daydreaming, Charlie Cooper said nothing.

After young people hit their heads and were bleeding, they will naturally understand the painstaking efforts of their parents. There is no better way in this world than a shortcut.

Eric didn't place any bets in the next few games. He had to take his time to gather the wool, otherwise it would be easy for him to become bald and become like Ge You, and he would be discovered.

I was really unlucky. I went to a music festival with my sister-in-law. Before I even entered the venue, she suddenly fell to the ground due to allergies. I quickly called 120 and was taken to the hospital!