From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Eve was in a great mood.

The situation she had been waiting for had finally arrived. Eve didn't need to personally contact familiar media reporters to make a sound. Everything seemed very natural, with no trace of conspiracy or planning.

Moreover, it came from "The New York Times," with its own effect-amplifying halo. This was the best platform she wouldn't even dare to dream of—

She originally thought that if "Us Weekly" could seize the clues and release the report in the first place, it would already be the ceiling, but she didn't expect "The New York Times" to launch a comprehensive and indiscriminate attack.

The effect of the exposé far exceeded Eve's expectations.

Now, everything was ready, and the east wind had arrived. When to pull the trigger next was entirely in Eve's hands.

This also meant that Eve had a 90% certainty that they could control the situation. The only reason it wasn't 100% was due to the habitual caution of a publicist.

Therefore, even if the reactions of the two assistants were slightly slow, it did not spoil Eve's good mood.

"The signal has only just come out. The time is far from right."

"Firstly, all the focus is here. The heat of other news can't compare, so we can't maximize the effect."

"Secondly, the general public, like you, are in shock and awe. They don't have time to properly digest it. Now, no matter how shocking the news they encounter, their reactions will be a little slow, and we won't be able to achieve our expected effect."

"Thirdly, and most importantly, we need everyone to get angry, whether it's sympathy, anger, or other emotions, to lay the foundation for our subsequent actions. Just like Dementors, who feed on fear, we are now Dementors."

"Patience, maintain patience. Anyway, it shouldn't be us who are trembling with fear and sitting on pins and needles now."

Assistant One: ...

Assistant Two: ...

In the end, she still asked, "Who?"

This time, Eve didn't answer. She jumped off the desk, took out a cigarette from her handbag, lit it cleanly, and held it in her mouth. "Some big shots."

Huff, Eve gently exhaled a puff of smoke.

...

Michael Lynton was also smoking.

He gently and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. His eyebrows and eyes gradually blurred in the swirling mist, but he still couldn't hide the seriousness and heaviness within.

Everything was as expected.

In the blink of an eye, the news spread mightily, and public opinion unanimously favored Anson, standing firmly behind him.

Moreover, they began to seek justice for Anson, questioning one after another—

People needed someone to condemn, but a general and vague term like "paparazzi" was clearly not enough to bear the anger.

Thus, innocent bystanders were affected.

NYPD, why hasn't the investigation made progress and the real culprit hasn't been caught until now? It's hard to imagine how miserable the lives of ordinary people are in their daily lives when such a high-profile case is still being dragged on.

"Spider-Man 2" crew, why were the paparazzi able to sneak into the crew to take photos and cause such a disaster and still get away with it? Hasn't the crew investigated it clearly until now?

Mount Sinai Hospital, how does the hospital protect the rights and interests of VIP patients? If VIP patients also face life-threatening crises, what about ordinary patients?

Not only that, but innocent people such as Sam Raimi and Kirsten Dunst were also indiscriminately involved, and netizens went crazy.

Sony Columbia was naturally no exception.

It's just that, currently, public opinion mainly condemns Sony Columbia's inaction—

"Sony Columbia, have you forgotten that when the suit was stolen, you offered a $25,000 reward, showing an iron fist? But now, not only is your Spider-Man injured, but the new suit is also exposed. Are you just swallowing your anger like this? Is this normal?"

Everyone was united in defending Anson.

Imagine, at such a critical moment, if the general public knew that Sony Columbia was auditioning for Anson's replacement, they wouldn't care whether Sony Columbia was prepared or facing economic losses. Everyone spitting once would probably be enough to drown Sony Columbia.

Fortunately, Michael was alert and stopped the audition immediately.

He escaped a disaster.

Vaguely, Michael always felt that this was still not the peak of the storm.

But was that possible?

Now the wave of public opinion had climbed to a new height, an unprecedented scene. People even linked Anson with Princess Diana.

Six years ago, people were unable to protect the admired and respected Princess Diana, and in the end, they only offered a bouquet of flowers at the gates of Buckingham Palace.

Six years later, they refused to repeat the same mistake.

"Protect Anson."

One after another, some people shouted slogans, but they haven't received much support yet. After all, Anson is not Princess Diana after all. Anson is just... Spider-Man; but you can still feel the wave of public opinion.

It's no exaggeration to say that the general public's condemnation and rejection of "entertainment to death" has broken historical records, and it can even be called hatred.

So, how can the situation continue to escalate?

Michael understood all these reasons and analyses, but he was still uneasy.

His temples were throbbing wildly, and his nerves were stretched to the limit, as if they could break at any moment.

But Michael still remained calm and focused, because he knew that this was the only way to get out of the predicament.

No, he couldn't sit still and wait for death.

Michael still hadn't been able to sort out his thoughts. He wasn't sure and didn't know what would happen next. That unease still hadn't found its source.

However, Michael's character wasn't the type to sit still and be captured. Although he didn't know what kind of waves were brewing behind the storm, it didn't mean he couldn't launch a counterattack.

The best defense is offense.

Moreover, Michael hadn't given up, and he was still preparing to replace Anson.

It wasn't about Anson or anything related to him. It had nothing to do with Anson. It was purely because of Amy. At this time, no matter who Spider-Man was, as long as he was chosen by Amy, he was Michael's enemy, and he had to complete the replacement.

This was the fastest way for Michael to take over "Spider-Man 2" and gain a foothold and win an advantage at Sony Columbia.

Michael's brain started working at high speed.

This matter needed to be planned carefully, and he couldn't be too hasty; but now he couldn't just sit still and wait for death. The sooner the better, the faster the better.

So, the first step—

Michael took a deep breath of smoke, and then exhaled it slowly. A calm smile appeared on his gentle face.

The unease gradually subsided, because he had regained control of the situation. He was no longer watching the situation passively, no longer being beaten passively.

This was a good thing. As long as he started to make moves, his opponent would have to respond, and more variables would appear in the game between you and me.

Now, since the general public needed someone to blame, a heinous criminal, a super villain of entertainment to death, then... he would give everyone one.

Everything was so simple.

After all, the general public is always foolish, always easily manipulated, deceived, and exploited. Since that mastermind behind the scenes can stir up people's emotions, he can also transfer people's anger.