Los Angeles Times: Miramax CEO Harvey Weinstein was rushed to the hospital late at night; the reason for his admission is currently unknown, and Harvey Weinstein is refusing visitors.
San Francisco Entertainment News: A Ratchet drove into Miramax executive Harvey Weinstein's mansion late at night. It is rumored that Harvey accidentally cut himself with glass and is currently receiving hospital treatment.
Freeman Daily: Harvey Weinstein fell down the stairs, fracturing his left leg, and was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Herald: Harvey Weinstein met secretly with a female model and injured a vital area. His female companion was overly frightened, and both were sent to the hospital.
Truth Daily: Harvey Weinstein accidentally slipped while bathing, resulting in a fractured lumbar spine. Doctors diagnosed the possibility of paralysis for the rest of his life.
Eric was eating breakfast while reading these newspaper headlines.
"It's ridiculous, each one is different, and the injuries are getting worse and worse, from a foot stab to paralysis. Which one am I supposed to believe?"
His father laughed heartily, "Rumors and scandals are a characteristic of Hollywood. No matter whose story is true, one thing is for sure: that guy Harvey is definitely in big trouble."
"This half-beast, I most hope the Herald's story is true. With his lustful nature, he will suffer terribly, hahahaha."
Seeing Eric's gloating expression, his mother slapped his hand.
"Don't curse others, Eric, that's bad behavior. God doesn't allow us to do that."
Eric rolled his eyes, "God doesn't do anything himself. If I curse for him, he should thank me and treat me to a meal."
"Pfft."
The young nanny, Lisa, burst out laughing. Seeing his mother's disapproving look, she quickly composed herself.
Realizing he had misspoken, and knowing he absolutely couldn't joke about the Lord in front of a believer, Eric explained, "Mom, I'm cursing a bad person, the kind who's rotten from head to toe."
"Harvey Weinstein, Hollywood's biggest scoundrel and sexual predator. His biggest hobby is harassing women. If you don't believe me, you can ask Dad."
Xia Li Cooper nodded, "Eric is right. That guy Harvey, his messed-up affairs are well-known in the industry."
"Since everyone knows, why doesn't anyone expose him?" Lisa asked curiously.
Eric looked at the young nanny like a pure kitten, "If I harassed you, but gave you a sum of money and also threatened you, saying that if you dared to speak out, I would ruin your reputation and make you a homeless person, would you expose me? Or rather, would you have the courage to expose me?"
"Uh."
After a moment of hesitation, Lisa shook her head, "I don't think I'd have that courage."
At the same time, her heart was screaming, "Hurry up and act! I've been waiting so long! I'm wearing such light clothes in summer, and I haven't seen you assault me, damn it!"
Eric shrugged, "So, in your eyes, those celebrities might be high and mighty, but in Harvey Weinstein's eyes, they're no different from you."
After breakfast, The Coopers rode in the same car to the company.
His father said, "HBO is already pressing us to sign the contract. They want to renew the second season of the walking dead."
"Zack Thomas has called me several times. That guy still wants to invite me to his winery for a vacation, but I haven't agreed. I've been dragging him along."
"He thought MGM wasn't satisfied with the price, so he raised it twice, but the delaying tactic can't be used indefinitely."
Eric nodded, "Drag it out as long as you can. When we can't anymore, we'll lay our cards on the table. Anyway, it's impossible to sign with anyone. We'll broadcast it ourselves next year."
"Hmm, Eric, how are the preparations for your Lionheart Network coming along? How much longer until it can launch?"
Whoosh!
A blue sports car sped past.
Eric looked out the window, "The specific time is TBD, but at least two months from now. MGM's film library hasn't even finished compressing and uploading yet."
"I just purchased a batch of equipment recently, preparing to build a more secure and complete data storage center."
"The current focus is still on stabilizing Facebook. After YouTube and Lionheart Network go online, the optimal result would be direct traffic redirection."
As he spoke, Eric looked at Xia Li Cooper, "Dad, is MGM's funding still abundant?"
"Barely. There's still about 700 million dollars in liquid assets, which is enough for you to do some things, Eric. It's not that I'm lecturing you, but you should also pay more attention to financial matters when you have time."
"As a leader of a company, and eventually a conglomerate, focusing only on business isn't enough. You need to be proficient in finance and human resources."
Eric smiled, "Well, you're still here, aren't you? With you as my backing, there's nothing to worry about."
"No, son, you can't think like that. Learning is a process. You can't expect me to manage the company for you forever."
Xia Li Cooper sighed, "To be honest, ever since I took over MGM, I feel much more tired than before."
"Dealing with infighting among those guys in the past was already annoying, but now the matters I have to handle and face are even more complex."
"I'm almost sixty, and sometimes I really feel like I'm running out of steam."
"And MGM is yours after all. Strictly speaking, I'm also your employee now."
Eric was a little surprised, "Dad, why have you suddenly become so sentimental? You weren't like this before."
Xia Li Cooper patted Eric's hand, "Son, you're growing up too fast. I feel like I can't keep up. I'm getting a bit old."
"And Joshua's situation isn't very optimistic either. As a father, I can't be too biased. Your mother also said we have to find a way to help him."
"So how do you plan to help him?"
"I haven't decided yet. Perhaps let him enter the industry as an actor. After all, he's a Cooper, so becoming a star who relies on his looks shouldn't be a problem."
"Otherwise, I could also give him 10 million dollars to start a company, a sports goods company. At least he knows a lot about American football. Whether he can do well depends on his own ability."
He didn't mention his plans for himself and Joshua to his father yet, as it was just an idea.
Arriving at the company, Eric went into the editing room and continued editing blue is the warmest color.
He edited while agonizing over whether he should contact Theron, mainly because he didn't know what he had said, and the situation was very passive.
He edited for a whole morning, feeling anxious the whole time. Eating the beef on his plate, he felt it wasn't to his taste, so he got up and threw it into the trash can.
Looking at the discarded food, Eric suddenly realized he had fallen into a mental trap.
What is my status now? I have ability, looks, wealth, and power.
I am the consumer, and Theron is the beef on the plate.
He could eat it if he wanted, or throw it away if he didn't.
Without this piece of beef, countless others were waiting for him, and even pork, lamb, dog meat, and fish.
How could he lower himself in front of a woman just because he wanted her?
He should be the one in control. Equality is possible, but the premise is that you have already become my woman.
Otherwise, the grace I display is merely the temperament bestowed upon me by upbringing and quality.
Having figured this out, Eric immediately sent a text message.
"Theron, I was drunk yesterday. After I woke up and checked my call history, it looks like we talked for a long time. Did I say anything I shouldn't have?"
After sending the text, he ignored it and called Chen Xing into his office.
"What's the progress on the matter I arranged?"
"Boss, are you referring to Jordi Chandler?"
"Yes, him."
"I've already assigned professionals to find him. They said there would be results within a week. I think it's currently in progress."
"Then urge them on. Get that kid sorted out as soon as possible, without breaking the law."
"Understood, please rest assured!"
Ding!
Theron's text message came back.
"Eric, I knew you must have drunk a lot. You were slurring your words. Don't worry, you didn't reveal any trade secrets."
Eric read it and replied with another message: "Then what did I say? I really can't remember anything."
"Nothing much, just some strange things, like you're a man from the future, from 20 years later, and you know everything about this world. It sounded like a sci-fi story. Is this a new script you've written?"
Eric's eyes widened, and he slapped his big mouth. Why did he blurt out everything?
Alas! Alcohol and women mislead me!
From now on, no more drinking!
Jersey City, New Jersey.
Due to the time difference, it was only afternoon in Los Angeles, but it was already evening here.
Jordi Chandler walked out of the restaurant. After taking off his work clothes, he felt a bit more relaxed, but even so, he wanted to quit his job.
The pressure recently had been too immense. Since that documentary appeared, his life had been turned upside down again.
The 1993 case was brought up again, and some Michael Jackson fans tracked him down. Even after ten years, his appearance had changed significantly, but he was still recognized.
These people whispered about him behind his back, harassing him with words. Although they didn't resort to physical violence, fear surrounded him.
And after Michael Jackson's new song was released, it topped the Billboard charts in a week, sweeping across the entire United States.
Many people started paying attention to this matter, and even his colleagues asked him if the 1993 case was true. Did Michael Jackson really assault you? How much money did you get?
God knows, he was only 13 at the time, and everything was done under orders. Later, he suffered even more.
As for the money, no matter what others said, he certainly didn't get any of it. In the end, he just got a lot of trouble, constantly facing others' disdain and criticism.
Knock knock knock!
Just as he was about to drive home, the window was suddenly tapped, and a man stood outside.
"Sir, can I help you?" Jordi Chandler asked warily, one hand already reaching for the weapon at his feet.
The man politely stated that he had no ill intentions, then rattled off Jordi's past as if counting family treasures: "Kid, you're not doing too well right now, are you? I can help you change that. Let's talk."
Half an hour later, the two arrived at Jordi Chandler's rented apartment.
The man frowned, "This is where you live?"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's just not quite what I imagined. You should be living in a luxurious apartment, given such a large sum of money."
Jordi Chandler glared at the other person and said, "Of course, there's a luxurious apartment, but it's in my father's name. He wanted me to live with him, but I don't like it there. I'm constantly harassed."
The man asked with a hint of mockery, "So what did you get from that lawsuit? It seems like nothing but insults and harassment."
"Shut up. If you don't state your purpose now, get out of my territory immediately!"
The man chuckled a few times, "Don't be impatient. You didn't get the money back then, and now someone wants to give you money."
"Hmm? What do you mean?" Jordi Chandler took a few steps back.
The man closed the door: "I've already made inquiries. You're not having an easy time, but what's the root of all this? Have you considered it?"
Seeing the other person not speak, the man answered for him.
"Jordi, you must know that the root cause is actually your biological father, Evan Chandler. If he hadn't conspired with lawyers and psychologists back then, instigating you to commit perjury and frame Michael Jackson, none of this would have happened."
"You used to have a happy family. Although that scumbag abandoned you and your mother early on, you met a stepfather who loved you. But everything was ruined by Evan Chandler."
"You can't go home. Going back would only bring trouble to your stepfather and mother. Evan Chandler is also a drug-addicted, alcoholic hothead. Your life has been ruined by that selfish scumbag."
"And now, I have an opportunity for you to make amends, to escape your current terrible situation."
Hatred and pain flashed in Jordi Chandler's eyes: "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"It's actually very simple. You just need to tell the truth. You don't need to lie. Be an honest person."
Upon hearing this, fear appeared on Jordi Chandler's face: "No, your method is terrible. I'll be torn to shreds by Jackson's angry fans!"
The man leaned in and patted his shoulder, continuing to entice him: "Child, everything must return to the time it happened. In 1993, you were only 13 years old."
"Remember, you were coerced, you were instigated. Facing your own father and those adults, what say did a 13-year-old child have?"
"Just like Jackson, you are also a victim of this case."
"And as long as the truth is known, no one will blame a child. People will only sympathize with you for having such a scumbag father."
"The only one who will truly be punished is Evan Chandler. You hate him, don't you?"
Jordi Chandler looked at the man with some horror: "Who sent you? What exactly do you want?"
The man simply raised a finger: "Attend a court hearing, and you can get 100,000 dollars."
"If you refuse, the person behind me will spare no effort to completely destroy your life. Believe me, he's not as kind as Jackson!"
"Destroy your scumbag father, or destroy yourself, choose, child."