Chapter 150150. Mike, it’s time to show your fangs

biu bang. biu bang. biu bang. "Ah! Don't shoot me!"

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

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

Not far away, Elizabeth hid behind a bunker and shouted, "I've been sniped, Captain, request support."

In the house in front of her, Michael was shooting through the glass with a toy gun. The two children were having a great time.

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

This morning, he picked up Gadot and Elizabeth and drove all the way to the Dream Ranch in Santa Barbara.

They were not in a hurry to talk about business. When he saw little Elizabeth, Michael's childish nature came out and he dragged the three of them to play a shooting game.

After more than half an hour, the four people who had been running for half a day were exhausted. They finally ended the game and returned to the room on the sightseeing bus.

Playing this kind of game in the hot summer, even if there are trees in the shade all around, it is still hot.

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

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

A mess of thoughts were intertwined in my head, and Gadot's voice came to my ears.

"Elizabeth, what's wrong with you?"

Gadot couldn't help but ask when she noticed that the little girl's gaze was a little strange.

"Nothing, I just don't understand why I'm developing so slowly. Many of the girls in school are younger than me, but their figures are much better than mine."

Hearing this question, Gadot laughed: "What's so strange about this? Everyone develops at different times. Maybe after a good night's sleep, you will suddenly grow taller and bigger tomorrow."

"Well, I hope so."

When the two women came out, some of their wet hair was hanging on their backs.

The black maid Nita said, "Michael and Mr. Cooper have left. Let you play by yourselves first. They want to talk about something."

The two girls shrugged and asked about the location of the karaoke room.

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

"This is it. Open the computer and take a look. You will be surprised by what's inside."

With a serious expression, Michael inserted the USB drive into the computer and watched the video first. The screen finally froze on Martin Basher's playful smile.

"This guy, damn bastard!"

Even the usually good-tempered Mike couldn't help but swear.

"As expected, 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 Michael Dunk, who was clenching his fists and furious, Eric said, "The key is who instructed him to do this. Although he didn't say it clearly, I think it was Sony Music."

Michael didn't hesitate at all: "It must be them. It's most likely that Tom Mottola was the one who led this. He hates me so much."

"It's a pity that Martin Basher didn't say it directly, so 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, and that's enough."

Michael turned on the audio again, and the conversation between Janet Arvizo and attorney Larry Feldman rang out.

The recording was very long, more than twenty minutes long, and Michael kept the same posture and listened to the entire thing.

After hearing this, his complexion became extremely bad, and his lips turned pale and shriveled as if he had not had water for a long time.

Just staring at the computer screen, not moving at all.

A few minutes later, seeing that Michael still didn't move, Eric couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder.

"Michael, Michael, the recording is over."

"Yeah, I know, I know."

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

"It's nothing. I asked someone for help and hired a private investigator. Don't worry about the process. There was no crime. Anyway, we got it."

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

Eric smiled and said, "Michael, 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."

Eric poured a glass of water for Michael.

"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 after your wealth, whether they are adults or children."

"Michael, not every child is as kind and lovely as little Elizabeth. There are also many bad guys among minors. Some people are born bad."

Michael seemed to finally realize the reality and nodded heavily: "Yes, you are right, Eric. It seems that I should take up the weapon of law to defend myself."

"Yes, that's how it should be. On the one hand, we have the weapon of law. On the other hand, our connections and wealth are not comparable to those guys. We should make good use of them and not waste our 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 person directly involved. It is not convenient for you to come forward. I will send someone."

"Also, I noticed that there was a person mentioned in the recording, Santa Barbara City Attorney Tom Schneider. Do you know this person?"

Michael took a deep breath. The name brought back some bad memories.

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

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

"And he single-handedly pushed for a trial on this matter and seemed very keen for me to be convicted."

"I remember that he held a press conference at that time and almost described me as a pedophile, which had a very bad impact."

"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 the Chandlers to continue the lawsuit and insisted on sending me to prison."

"But you know the thing, this matter is over."

"As a prosecutor, he was supposed to be fair, but Tom Schneider was 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's jealous of your achievements, or maybe he's just a bad guy."

"I know that this guy is still the prosecutor of Santa Barbara City. He will definitely be unfavorable to you. He holds a certain degree of judicial power and must be handled with caution."

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

"As 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 Neverland Manor."

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

Maikou thought for a moment and said, "That makes sense. I'll get someone to do it right away."

Eric consoled her, "Don't worry too much. With this video and audio, we have taken the initiative."

"By the way, when is your court hearing? I think it's almost time."

"Well, the first trial is at the end of July, which is more than a month away."

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

The more Eric thought about it, the more amusing it became. He couldn't help but burst into laughter. The originally serious atmosphere was diluted and Michael couldn't help but laugh too.

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

“Although this was expected, it is still something worth celebrating.”

Speaking of new songs, Michael was also very happy.

He smiled and said, “I saw the news after I came back yesterday.”

"Amy Eminem had a dark face the entire time she was being interviewed, she didn't say a word, she just got in the car and left."

“Hahahaha… this little rascal, his song has dropped out of the top 20, and this is the result of his hard promotion.”

"Otherwise, he would have been out of the top 50, so how could he have the nerve to accept an 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 nodded: "Of course I remember. As for who is better in music, now it is just as he wants, except that I am better than him."

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

"This guy's Facebook account has accumulated nearly a million followers. Let him grow a little bit. Once he has built up his account, I will block him after a while!"

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

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

Facebook is now growing 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, not all of these 13 million users are active users. Some of them lose interest in the app after using it a few times and will not log in again.

There are also some users who are keen on posting their own updates, but their popularity is too low and they cannot get effective feedback.

Just like writing a novel, writing alone is very torturous and you will naturally give up after a long time.

Therefore, the actual number of active users fluctuates around tens of millions, which is already impressive, indicating that Eric’s strategy of conquering all universities in the United States within one month can be achieved.

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

When Maikou logged into his account, 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 originally thought that your fans were mostly in their thirties."

Michael smiled and said, "I think it was 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 the style is not easy. I was still in the groping stage until you sent me this song, and everything came alive."

"I feel like I've found inspiration and am currently trying to create new styles of songs. I plan to release a new album when this lawsuit is over, perhaps next year."

Eric was very happy to see Michael in such good shape, but Sony Music would definitely not give up. After thinking about it, he came up with a plan.

"Michael, you're in such a bad situation 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 proposal that I hope can help you get rid of the shackles of Sony Music."

"What is it?"

Michael looked at Eric with some surprise. The contract issue has always been a concern for him.

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

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

Eric said coldly: "They threw so much dirty water at you, but what was the result? Was anyone punished? Not only that, some people even got a lot 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, but it can also be manipulated by us."

"And this is the only bargaining chip we have. If the operation is successful, you can even leave Sony with the 50% copyright."

"Think about it, that's the copyright that controls the lifeblood of countless singers such as Elvis Presley, The Beatles, Ricky Martin, Mariah Carey, Westlife, Avril Lavigne, Madonna, Celine Dion, etc."

“It’s not just the United States, there are many singers in Europe, Asia and other regions.”

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

"Michael, don't hesitate. Being kind to the enemy is being cruel to yourself. They won't hold back on you, so we must kill them too."

"Just do as I say, and don't tell anyone around you about this for now. I'm worried there might be a traitor around you."

As the saying goes, even Buddha gets angry. Thinking of the injustice he had suffered, Maikou finally nodded in agreement.

"Then the time should be set after the trial, which is when public attention will be the highest."

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

(End of this chapter)