Anton opened the computer document in his room and typed in the movie title.
Batman Begins
His golden finger not only gave him a DC Comics hero template, but also perfect recall.
This perfect recall didn't just mean he had a good memory; it was also a standard feature of web novels.
In other words, everything he experienced in his previous life was vividly etched in his mind.
Even the shape of the pee he made when he was three years old was deeply imprinted in his brain.
And no matter the movie's plot, once he watched it, he knew it inside and out.
He could perfectly recite any dialogue or musical score.
Of course, Anton knew nothing about writing screenplays.
He planned to expand on the original Batman Begins background in his mind, and write a novel of just over 200,000 words.
After writing a few words, Anton racked his brains.
Suddenly realizing that he was now a pampered, extravagant rich kid, he could completely pay someone else to do the grunt work.
So, he only prepared a rough outline and planned to find a few more screenwriters the next day when he contacted the film producer through the old man's connections.
"The happiness of the rich, the poor really can't imagine."
Anton flopped down on the expensive, exquisite European-style bed, happily imagining the future. He stared at the ceiling and fell into a deep sleep.
Things went unexpectedly smoothly.
After exiting the system space, Anton immediately considered using the system-specified Fan Value, or rather, popularity, to create virtual stars and promote Batman.
For example, in his previous life, figures from One Piece, Sun Wukong from Chinese mythology, Odin and the gods from Norse mythology, and Zeus and the gods from Greek mythology were all well-known figures worldwide.
Using Fan Value as a benchmark, each individual character would easily generate hundreds of millions.
Frankly, this was the simplest, most convenient, and least effort-intensive method.
Of course, it would cost a bit of money.
But once successful, the harvest wouldn't just be Fan Value; there would also be the cash in the fan packs.
If a positive cycle could be established, it would be killing multiple birds with one stone.
There was no better way!
As for whether Batman could attract Fan Value and achieve the desired effect of spreading his popularity, Anton was very confident.
Considering his past life, where superhero culture swept the globe, it's clear just how popular this trend is.
Not to mention, this world, where superheroes actually exist, inherently belongs to superhero works, a vast market just waiting to be tapped.
Time flowed like sand, and the night quickly passed.
Whoosh!
Anton opened his eyes and got out of bed, feeling a bit unsteady.
He went downstairs and saw the old man, Jonah Jameson, sitting at the table eating breakfast.
"The script?"
Jameson glanced at him, his tone cold.
Anton, however, was unperturbed, secretly amused.
This old man's tsundere nature was something he'd long figured out.
Even though his mouth said he didn't care, if Anton ever got it into his head to go to space and keep his cheapskate dad company, the old man would definitely want to build a rocket and send Anton straight up.
Anton laughed, "The outline's already written."
He turned, found the printer, imported the document, and printed a few pages. They were covered in dense background information, character descriptions, and a brief story outline.
"You call this a script?"
Jonah Jameson's lips twitched. He once again felt like he'd lost his mind, actually harboring hope for this spendthrift.
"Just take a look," Anton said, unruffled.
Although he hadn't written much, the simple story on the paper already possessed the basic elements to move people.
Jonah Jameson, the former newspaper owner, had been in the news business for decades, making him a semi-professional writer.
With his outstanding abilities, he had the fundamental skill to discern whether a news story was appealing.
By analogy, he could also roughly tell if a story had selling points.
After reading the "Batman Begins" story in a few minutes, Jameson's expression visibly changed, showing great surprise. "You came up with this story? You didn't copy it?"
Jameson couldn't believe it.
As Anton's grandfather, he never thought Anton had the slightest ability to be a creator.
"Where would I copy it from?"
Anton crossed his arms, looking fierce. "You think the reporters at the Daily Bugle, who are always swamped, have nothing better to do than tell stories to flatter me? Do you still think I'm that kid who clung to your leg and wouldn't go to sleep without a story?"
"Alright, even though it's just a few sheets of paper, you've managed to impress me a little!"
Jonah Jameson pondered for a moment.
He was ready to use his connections in the entertainment industry to help Anton set this up.
It wasn't a difficult task for him, anyway.
Although he didn't know how Anton had managed to get investment from the sucker Tony Stark, at least any losses wouldn't affect him directly.
Using someone else's resources, getting something for nothing, Jameson saw the whole process clearly.
"I can help you find people, but I won't give you a single cent."
Jameson looked at Anton: "You need to handle everything yourself. If you can satisfy me, I won't interfere in your life anymore."
"Don't worry, old man. I won't give you another chance to interfere in my life."
Anton smiled.
Jonah Jameson's response was within his expectations.
Having inherited all of Anton's memories, he was very clear about his position in Jameson's heart.
To outsiders, Jameson was a stubborn, profit-driven, and cold-hearted businessman who didn't care about relationships.
To Anton, Jameson would always be that tsundere grandpa with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
As for the bet with Tony Stark – the other fifty million he needed to invest – he could scrape together some private funds. The worst-case scenario was to smooth things over by cooking the books.
"Right, don't quit the Daily Bugle for now. I'll find another editor-in-chief to replace you." Jameson thought for a moment, then said, "As for you, become a nominal deputy editor. At least you'll have a way out if things go south."
"No problem."
Anton nodded, then asked curiously, "By the way, who are you planning to put in as the new editor-in-chief? Betty, she..."
"Eddie Brock."
Jameson cut him off, saying, "Eddie is a well-known reporter from the Global Daily, with nearly ten years of experience. Maybe you haven't heard of him, but he..."
"No, I've heard of him."
This time, it was Anton who interrupted Jameson, his expression strange. "Eddie Brock, I know him."
"That's good."
Jameson wasn't surprised.
After all, Anton had been the editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle for a while.
Knowing about Eddie Brock meant Anton had actually been doing some real work and keeping up with industry trends.
"Why him?"
Anton was even more curious.
"A while back, Eddie Brock was blacklisted by the Global Daily and on the verge of bankruptcy. Someone pulled some strings and contacted me, hoping I could give him a job," Jameson said flatly. "I was going to refuse, but then you mentioned wanting a job change, so I thought of him."
"Come to think of it, why not Betty?"
"You became editor-in-chief at such a young age because you're the boss's grandson. What makes Betty qualified to independently run a newspaper?"
"That makes sense."
Anton was speechless.
But, Venom working for him was kind of exciting.
Wait, thinking about it like that, it's like they say, enemies are bound to meet. Spider-Man and Venom, those two guys, will be colleagues from now on? And then there's Jonah Jameson, Spider-Man's biggest hater...
The Daily Bugle is practically Spider-Man's biggest hate-club!