Chapter 152 150 Miles, It’s Time to Show Your Fangs

Chapter 152 150. Maikou, it’s time to show your fangs

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"Ah! Don't shoot me!"

Gadot screamed and ran away. Behind her, Eric chased with a toy gun. The beep bullets in his hand kept hitting her body, leaving colorful spots.

"Elizabeth, come and help me, where are you?"

Not far away, Elizabeth hid behind a bunker and shouted loudly: "I was sniped, captain, asking for support."

In the house in front of her, Mike was shooting through the glass with a toy gun. The two children were having so much fun.

After Mike came back from Africa yesterday, he called Eric.

This morning, he picked up Gadot and Elizabeth and drove quickly to the Neverland Ranch in Santa Balara.

He was not in a hurry to talk about business. When he saw little Elizabeth, his childlike innocence came into play and he pulled the three of them to play a gun game.

After more than half an hour, the four people who had been running for a long time were exhausted. They finally ended the game and sat on the sightseeing car to return indoors.

Playing this kind of game in the summer, even if you are surrounded by the shade of trees, it will still be hot.

Going to the bathroom to take a shower first, Elizabeth looked at Gadot with some envy.

"Eric must like her kind. Mine is too small and uncomfortable to look at. It's strange that he would like it."

The messy thoughts in his head were intertwined, and Gadot's voice came to his ears.

"Elizabeth, what's wrong with you?"

Noticing that the little girl's eyes were a little strange, Gadot couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing. I just don't understand why my growth is so slow. Many of the girls in school are younger than me, but their figures are much better than mine."

Hearing this question, Gadot laughed loudly: "What's so strange about this? Everyone's development time is different. Maybe if you sleep, you will suddenly grow taller tomorrow."

"Well, I hope so."

When the two girls came out, some wet hair hung on their backs.

The black maid Nita said: "Michael and Mr. Cooper have left, let you guys play by yourself first, they have something to talk about."

The second woman shrugged and then asked about the location of the karaoke room.

On the other side, Eric handed a USB flash drive to Maikou.

"This is it. Open your computer and take a look. You will be surprised by the content inside."

With a solemn look on his face, Maikou inserted the USB flash drive into his computer and watched the video first. The scene finally settled on Martin Bascher's playful smile.

"This guy, damn bastard!"

Maikou, who has always been good-tempered, couldn't help but curse.

"Sure enough, I knew everything was premeditated. Martin Basher wanted to kill me! He wanted to destroy my image and make the public abandon me!"

Looking at Maikou, who was clenching his fists and angry, Eric said: "The key is who instructed him to do this. Although he didn't say the last question clearly, I think it was Sony Music."

Maikou did not hesitate: "It must be them. It is most likely Tom Mottola who is leading this matter. He hates me."

"It's a pity that Martin Bascher didn't say it directly. I'm afraid it can't be used as direct evidence, but this video is also very meaningful."

"At least it proves that the documentary was carefully planned and fabricated by him. That's enough."

McQuack turned the audio back on, and the conversation between Janet Arvizzo and attorney Larry Feldman rang out.

The recording was very long, more than 20 minutes, and Maikou stayed in this posture for the whole time.

After listening to this, his face had become extremely ugly, and his lips were white and shriveled as if he hadn't drank water for a long time.

He just stared at the computer screen blankly, motionless.

After a few minutes, Eric couldn't help but patted his shoulder when he saw that there was still no movement from Mykou.

"Maikou, Maikou, the recording is over."

"Yeah, I know, I know."

After another moment of silence, Maiqun asked hoarsely: "Eric, how did you get these things?"

"It's nothing. I begged someone and hired a private detective. Don't worry about the process. There's nothing illegal. Anyway, we got it."

"It must have cost a lot of money. I can't make up for the favor, but tell me how much it cost. I should pay for it."

Eric smiled and said: "Mykko, am I a person who cares about money? Am I a person who is very short of money? The friendship between you and me cannot be measured by money."

As he spoke, Eric poured a glass of water for McQueen.

"I know this recording must be a big blow to you, but this is the fact and we have to face it."

"Everything is a conspiracy against you, they are all plotting against your wealth, whether you are an adult or a child."

"Mykko, not every child is as kind and cute as little Elizabeth. Minors are also full of bad guys. Some people are born bad."

Maikou seemed to finally recognize the reality and nodded heavily: "Yes, you are right Eric. It seems that I should also take up legal weapons to defend myself."

"Yes, it should be like this. On the one hand, it is the weapon of the law. On the other hand, your connections and wealth are not comparable to those of these guys. We should make good use of them and not waste our own resources."

Michael hummed: "It was mentioned in the recording just now that Jordan Chandler and Evan Chandler have a bad relationship. Maybe I should meet with Jordan, maybe I can get something useful."

"No, you are the direct party, it is not convenient for you to show up, I will send someone."

"In addition, I noticed that the recording also mentioned a person, Tom Schneider, the prosecutor of Santa Barara City. Do you know this person?"

Michael took a deep breath. This name brought back some bad memories for him.

"Of course I know. I will never forget this guy. He was in charge of my case in 1993."

"And Tom Schneider was very hostile to me from the beginning, constantly verbally attacking and tempting me to say unfavorable things."

"And he pushed the trial of this matter and seemed to want me to be convicted very much."

"I remember that he also held a press conference at that time, almost saying that I was a pedophile, which caused a very bad influence."

"Later, I paid Evan Chandler a large sum of money to settle out of court, but Tom Schneider was very dissatisfied with this. He asked Chandler and his son to continue to sue and insisted on sending me to prison. . "

"But you know the matter, it's over."

"As a prosecutor, he should be fair, but Tom Schneider is not."

"I swear I don't know him at all, and I don't know why he hates me so much."

Eric sighed: "Michael, why do you need to know someone to hate him? Maybe it's because of your skin color, maybe he is jealous of your achievements, or maybe he is just a bad guy."

"I know this guy is still the prosecutor of Santa Barbara, and he will definitely be against you. He has a certain degree of judicial power and must be handled carefully."

"Eric, what suggestions do you have?" Michael was also a little worried.

"Under the premise that we don't know what the other party will do, all we can do is protect ourselves. I suggest you install cameras in all non-sensitive areas of Dream Manor."

"Especially in your own room, it is best to install a few hidden cameras in addition to the visible cameras to prevent them from being damaged or turned off."

Michael thought for a while and said, "That makes sense. I'll have someone do it right away."

Eric comforted, "In any case, don't worry too much. With this video and audio, we have already taken the initiative."

"By the way, when is your trial? I remember it's coming soon."

"Well, the first trial is at the end of July, and there is more than a month left."

"Haha. Janet Arvizo, I can already imagine what her and her accomplices' expressions will be when the recording is played at the trial."

Eric found it more and more interesting as he thought about it, and couldn't help laughing. The originally serious atmosphere was diluted, and Michael couldn't help laughing along with him.

"Michael, I forgot to congratulate you. "Rolling in the Deep" has topped the Billboard chart."

"Although I expected it, it is still worth celebrating."

Speaking of the new song, Michael was also very happy.

He smiled and said, "After I came back yesterday, I saw the news."

"Amy Eminem had a dark face during the interview, didn't say a word, got in the car and left."

"Hahahaha... this little gangster, his song has dropped out of the top 20, and this is the result of hard promotion."

"Otherwise, it would have been out of the top 50, and he would have no face to accept the interview. If he dared to say a word, those reporters would drown him with spit."

"Do you still remember the slogan he shouted some time ago?"

Michael Nodding: "Of course I remember, judging by music, now it's just what he wants, it's just that I'm better than him."

Eric snorted: "After a while, no one will remember Emi Eminem's songs, the little punk will pay the price for his arrogance."

"This guy's Facebook account has accumulated nearly a million fans now. Let him grow a little bit, and when he has a good account, I will block him after a while!"

Michael laughed: "Eric, you are so mean."

Although Eric has not been to Silicon Valley recently, he listens to reports every day.

Now Facebook is developing rapidly. In nearly 20 days, it has more than 13 million users.

The average age of users is 20 years old, which means that the main force is still college students.

Of course, these 13 million users are not all active users. Some of them will not log in again after using it a few times because they are no longer fresh.

There are also some users who are keen to post their own dynamics, but their popularity is too low to get effective feedback.

Just like writing a novel, it is very torturous to write a single game, and you will naturally give up after a long time.

So the real number of active users is actually around 10 million, which is already very impressive, indicating that Eric's strategy of conquering all universities in the United States in one month can be realized.

"Michael, how many fans do you have on Facebook now?"

Michael logged into his account, and the number of fans on his homepage was very impressive, 1.92 million, which means that one out of every five users follows him.

"1.92 million, Michael, it seems that you are also very popular among young people. I thought your main fans should be in their thirties."

Michael smiled: "I think it's mainly "Rolling in the Deep" that helped me attract young fans. The style of this song is very different from the past."

"In fact, my vocal teacher and others have advised me to change my style to cater to the development of market players."

"But changing style is not easy. I was also in the exploratory stage until you sent this song and everything came alive."

"I feel that I have caught the inspiration. I am currently trying to create songs in a new style. When this lawsuit is over, maybe next year, I plan to release a new album."

Eric was also very happy to see Michael in such a good state, but Sony Music would definitely not give up. He thought about it and gave a plan.

"Michael, you are so upset with Sony now, Tom Mottola will definitely not help you release a new album."

"And your contract with Sony has not expired yet. This is a troublesome matter after all, so I have a suggestion, hoping to help you get rid of the constraints of Sony Music."

"What is it?"

Michael looked at Eric in surprise. The contract issue has always been his concern.

"It's simple to say. Just use this video of Martin Basher to draw the fire to Sony Music, let the vortex of public opinion swallow it up, and force Sony to set you free!"

"Is it appropriate to do this? And there is no direct evidence pointing to Sony. Can it succeed? And will it violate the law?" Michael was a little worried.

Eric said coldly: "You have been splashed with so much dirty water by them, but what is the result? Has anyone been punished? Not only that, but some people have also received a large sum of money."

"We are just giving them a taste of their own medicine. Public opinion is a double-edged sword. It can be manipulated by them or by us."

"And this is the only bargaining chip in our hands. If the operation is successful, you can even leave Sony with 50% of the copyright."

"Think about it, that is the control of countless singers such as Elvis, the Beatles, Ricky Martin, Mariah Carey, Westlife, Avril, Madonna, Celine Dion, etc. The copyright of the lifeline. "

"Not only in the United States, but also in Europe, Asia and other regions."

"You will become the most powerful individual in the music field, and no one can restrict your freedom. I don't need to say more about what this symbolizes."

"Michael, don't hesitate. Mercy to the enemy is cruel to yourself. They will not hold back on you, so we must kill them."

"Just do as I say, and don't tell anyone around you for the time being. I'm worried that there are ghosts around you."

As the saying goes, Buddha also has anger. Thinking of the injustice he suffered, Michael finally nodded in agreement.

"Then the time will be set after the trial. That time must be the time when public opinion is the most concerned."

"Michael, it's time to show your fangs to these guys!"