Chapter 8 8. Take your time when getting the wool

“Oh my God, who is this black guy? I want to hang his portrait on the wall and worship him every day!” Warren said exaggeratedly.

"I declare that God is black!" Biligis was even more exaggerated.

After all, it is not an exaggeration to call the person who can help you make $200 million God.

Judy: "Don't get excited yet, the game isn't over yet, now we have to pray, let it end like this, I can already see $200 million beckoning."

Cooper's home in Beverly Hills.

“Yes!”

The moment Senegal scored a goal, Eric suddenly jumped up from the sofa, picked up the beer bottle and gulped it down.

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

"Nothing, I was just a little excited after scoring a goal."

"Don't be like this, dear. You just got out of the hospital not long ago. You have to take good care of yourself."

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

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

The game continued and the five people stared at the screen intently, hoping that time would pass quickly and end soon.

Suddenly, a black player from the French team launched a charge, and with a burst of energy, he kicked the ball directly against the defense line surrounded by Senegal.

"Oh 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" and then turned them into "niggers" in the blink of an eye, fully demonstrated what it means to use people forward and not backward.

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

Bang! This kick seemed to hit several people in the heart, and the goalpost worked again, bouncing the ball out.

"Fuck, that's awesome!"

Eric started speaking Chinese directly, which attracted his mother again. He prayed, thanked God, cursed niggers and other words on MSN.

Fortunately, the following game went smoothly until the final whistle sounded, the game ended, and Senegal defeated France 1:0.

The match was a huge upset that caught the world's attention and caused countless gamblers to lose all their money.

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

In MSN, messages started popping up like crazy.

Bordeaux: "Is it over? They started shaking hands, does that mean it's over?"

Billy: "Of course it is. You see, time has stopped. The game is over."

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

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

Eric felt relieved. He took out some food from the refrigerator and ate while typing on the keyboard. "Now you believe me, right? If you have some spare money, you can follow my bet. I guarantee you won't lose."

Judy: "FUCK! Those are 19 times the odds. You're going to have $190 million right away, you bastard."

Warren: "And it was only 100 minutes, and I made $190 million. Eric, my brother, I'll bet on whatever you bet next. I still have $1,000 in my hand. Now these Franklins are at your disposal."

Eric was in a good mood as always. The result of the game remained unchanged, and even the schedule remained unchanged. This meant that his control over the future would basically remain unchanged. Nothing was more important than this.

"Alright you bastards, roller coasters are fun, right? Next we're going to make this money even more lucrative, but before that, just relax and I'll pay for all your expenses!"

Judy: "Yes! I've been waiting for you to say this. If I wasn't uninterested in men, I would really like to send you my nude photos so you can see the water flowing out of me because of excitement."

"Eric, I can also send you nude photos of myself."

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

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

Billy: "Then protect it. I don't want Mom and Dad to know that you've become a zero. In Texas, they'll shoot you!"

After finishing the chat, Eric looked over not far away and saw his father standing on the balcony making a phone call, probably about work again.

At this moment, he really wanted to see the miserable situation after the release of "Windtalkers". In his previous life, he only learned some fragments from newspapers and simple networks. MGM suffered heavy losses, but he didn't know how much. After all, information was not well developed in that era.

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

After Charlie Cooper finished his phone call, he returned to the living room with a frown on his face.

"Dad, what happened?"

Charlie Cooper did not hide it: "There was a problem with the release of Windtalkers. Some theaters raised objections to the screening schedule. What a bunch of bastards!"

"What! Haven't we discussed these matters yet?"

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

Eric frowned. 2002 was not the future, and the internal preview results of the movie would generally not be circulated.

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

Even if there are leaks, they are all blockbusters that come with their own traffic, such as new movies from Martin Scorsese, Spielberg and others. These are the ones that are worth the entertainment reporters' great effort to dig out, but John Woo and "Windtalkers" are obviously not qualified.

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

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

Charlie Cooper had a dark face: "I know who it is. Some people are eager for me to step down. What a bunch of parasites!"

Eric laughed and said, "Don't be angry. Think positively. The more these people jump, the more precarious MGM will become."

"This ship has been riddled with holes for a long time. If we want to fix it, we can only find a new owner. Let them make a fuss. The more they make a fuss, the worse it will be for Windtalkers. Then our acquisition process will be relatively easier, right?"

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

After young people get hurt, they will naturally understand their parents' painstaking efforts. In this world, there is no better way than taking shortcuts.

Eric did not place any bets on the next few games. You have to be careful when you collect the wool, otherwise it is easy to get bald skin, and if you collect it like Ge You, you will be discovered.

I was so unlucky. I went to a music festival with my sister-in-law, and before we even entered the venue, she suddenly had an allergic reaction and fell to the ground. I quickly called 120 and sent her to the hospital!

(End of this chapter)