"Michael, you are a very kind person, but kind people are often the most easily hurt."
"Some time ago, I went to China, an ancient country with a five-thousand-year history. There's a saying there: 'Do not harbor intentions to harm others, but always guard against harm from others.'"
"It roughly means we shouldn't actively harm others, but we should also be wary of harm from others. A saying that has been passed down for thousands of years must have its reasons."
Michael hugged the three of them one by one: "I understand what you mean, I'll be careful. Goodbye, Eric, goodbye, Gadot, and you, little Elizabeth, don't forget to bring your sister's CD for me next time."
The lamborghini started, and Eric drove away with two beautiful young women, one older and one younger.
Walking out of the Neverland Ranch gates, he indeed saw people lurking suspiciously not far away.
With his eyesight, he could instantly tell they were definitely paparazzi.
It didn't matter; ever since he publicly supported Michael Jackson, there was no need to hide anymore.
Moreover, the lamborghini offered excellent concealment. The paparazzi would at most realize it was Eric's car, but they certainly wouldn't be able to photograph who was inside.
"Gadot, your earrings are so pretty."
On the way back, Gadot and Elizabeth sat together in the back seat, chatting animatedly.
Gadot covered her mouth happily: "Really? Eric brought them specifically for me from China."
Elizabeth leaned closer, observing carefully: "Their patterns are so unique."
"Hehe, I think so too. They're completely different from American craftsmanship. I really love them."
"Your skin looks so healthy, what skincare products do you use?"
Eric could understand what the two of them were saying at first, but when they started discussing women-only topics like cosmetics, Eric was completely lost.
His thoughts couldn't help but return to Michael Jackson.
The reason Eric wanted to help him was partly out of admiration and respect, and not wanting such a good person to be wronged.
Another reason, naturally, was the hope of bringing Michael into his team and having him join his business plans.
Although Jackson was just a singer, he couldn't be viewed solely as one, because his influence was simply too immense.
His album sales were number one in the world; one album could outsell the lifetime sales of other top-tier singers.
In the 80s and 90s, he caused a frenzy wherever he went, and was revered as an honored guest by presidents, prime ministers, princes, and kings of various countries.
At the same time, starting from the Clinton administration, every president invited Michael Jackson to the White House to perform.
At his peak, he could even use the army to shoot music videos, which was somewhat similar to Jackie Chan using an H-submarine for filming.
At his Bucharest concert, the venue, which could only accommodate 70,000 people, was packed with 90,000.
Even more terrifying was that over 400,000 people gathered outside the venue.
Due to scalping and counterfeiting, many of these 400,000-plus people had actually bought tickets.
But there was nothing they could do; they simply couldn't squeeze in.
Before Eric's transmigration, a concert with a few thousand people was considered large-scale.
And this was 500,000 people, a number that, on a battlefield, would constitute a large-scale engagement.
The gathering of 500,000 fervent fans led the Romanian government at the time to treat it as a grave threat, deploying over 5,000 military police to maintain order, and mobilizing a medical team of 2,000 people from various hospitals to be on standby.
Facts proved that the Romanian government's concerns were entirely justified, as the frenzy of this concert was unparalleled in history.
Due to the sheer number of people, the fans' breathing formed mist above their heads, and countless people fainted from oxygen deprivation due to their hoarse shouts.
The final count showed that approximately 5,000 fans fainted on the spot, with an average of 10 fans fainting from excitement and oxygen deprivation every minute.
Furthermore, 23 people died directly from myocardial infarction or being trampled due to excessive excitement and loss of emotional control.
And because Michael Jackson chose a 'underwear-on-the-outside' outfit for that concert, a saying was born.
Only two people in the world can wear underwear on the outside — Superman and Michael Jackson!
That's what a King of Pop is!
Since MGM is in the entertainment business, the music sector will eventually be involved. If Michael Jackson, this great banner, can be brought in, his impact goes without saying.
What's more, Michael also controls 50% of the song copyrights for half of America's pop singers.
Once YouTube goes online, Michael Jackson's power can be leveraged to directly launch a music section.
Moreover, when MGM's online platform goes live, relying solely on movies and TV shows to attract users will certainly not be enough. Variety shows are also a huge content area, and music variety shows are the biggest slice of the variety show pie.
In 2001, the UK had already launched "Pop Idol," the first music talent show.
Last year, Fox bought the rights to "Pop Idol" and developed "American Idol," which exploded in ratings upon airing.
However, while "American Idol" is formidable, if he were to unleash the killer move of "The Voice" and invite Michael Jackson as a guest, how would Fox respond?
Speeding along, they returned to Los Angeles in just over an hour.
By then, dusk was falling, and the lamborghini first dropped off little Elizabeth at home.
Arriving at the villa entrance, Eric and Gadot waved goodbye to Elizabeth Olsen. The Olsen Family's mother, Jeanette, came over and said, "Eric, come in for something to eat. It's dinner time now, and Ashley and Mary are here too."
"Sorry, Jeanette, I still have to drive this young lady home, and I also have something important to do. Another day, I'll treat you all to dinner another day."
Then the lamborghini drove away under Elizabeth's reluctant gaze.
Back home, Elizabeth Olsen washed up and sat at the dining table. Jeanette had already served her food.
"That guy isn't coming in? He refused?" Ashley asked.
"Yes, there was another girl in Eric's car, a very pretty girl. Eric had to drive her home."
"A girl, who is it?" Mary suddenly looked up and asked.
The mother and two daughters all looked at Elizabeth Olsen, and Elizabeth replied softly, "Gal Gadot, the female lead from "transformers."
Mary's eyes widened in surprise: "It's her! So that's it, I knew their relationship wasn't simple. Otherwise, how could a woman with no background get the female lead in such a blockbuster? Forget the female lead, most people can't even get a minor supporting role with three lines of dialogue."
"Damn it, I remember the media reported on their relationship before, but then it faded away. Damn it!"
"Mary, why are you so angry?" Jeanette asked curiously.
"Nothing, Mom, I just disdain such dirty dealings. Hidden rules are the worst. Ashley, don't you agree?"
Ashley nodded emphatically: "Exactly, hidden rules are the worst!"
Elizabeth, meanwhile, was sipping her soup glumly. She had specifically asked her mother to make a good meal, but Eric had just left.
After saying goodbye to the Olsen Family, the lamborghini stopped at a fast-food restaurant. Eric picked up some high-calorie food from the drive-thru window. There was a big battle tonight, and he needed to replenish his energy.
The car finally returned to Gadot's apartment. Today was April 30th, also Gadot's 18th birthday. After tonight, she would be legally an adult.
Entering the room, the lights were off, and Bar Refaeli was not there.
Actually, it wouldn't matter if she was there; this was America, and from college onwards, it was very common to find roommates with their partners.
"Darling, you go take a shower first, I'll get some things ready."
"Mhm."
Taking off his clothes, Eric walked into the bathroom, and soon filled the entire bathtub with water, adding bath salts and bubble bath.
He couldn't help but nod: "Nice!"
He hadn't noticed when choosing this apartment, but later found the bathtub to be surprisingly large. He wondered what purpose the builder had in mind.
Just then, Gadot walked in carrying a tray with food and drinks on it.
"Come in, baby, I'm not in the mood to eat right now. I just want to devour you in one bite! Huh? Did we also buy pickles?"
"Refaeli must have bought them. They go well with fried chicken."
Gadot said as she undressed. As the last two pieces of intimate underwear fell to the floor, her exquisite and beautiful young body was revealed before Eric.
"Whoosh, whoosh,"
Eric whistled a few times, then nodded: "Although I've seen her countless times, every time I see her again, she still captivates me."
"Really? So, what do you want to do?" Gadot asked with a smile.
"I want to eat some meat first."
"What?"
"Yours."
"Hehe."
Splash!
In the bathtub, Eric embraced Gadot from behind, his teeth gently nibbling at her body.
"Why do they feel bigger again? Darling, are you still growing?"
"Idiot, scoundrel, you should ask yourself that. I'm 18 pounds heavier now than before I came to America," Gadot said, slightly breathless.
"No, that's because you were too thin before. Haven't you noticed that after gaining weight, your figure is even more proportionate? Not only have your legs become longer, but your figure is also better."
Speaking of her figure, Gadot's transformation over the past six months was definitely significant.
Because she was going to star in "transformers," her rather slender physique would definitely not meet the standards. So, at Eric's request, she underwent rigorous training involving weight gain and gym workouts. Now, her figure was approaching what it was during the filming of "the fast and the furious."
Her chest was noticeably more prominent, and clear ab lines appeared on her lower abdomen. What was most eye-catching were her firm, long, slender legs. Who knows how many people would be willing to die under those deadly scissor kicks.
The only difference between her and wonder woman now was that her facial features hadn't yet reached that level of distinctness.
After Eric's careful guidance, Gadot's overall appearance was becoming increasingly suitable for the big screen.
"Mmm, so itchy, darling."
"Where is it itchy?"
"In my heart, itching from missing you."
"Tell me, how can I relieve your itch?"
"Like this."
Gadot said, plunging her head into the water, and only resurfaced with a gasp in Eric's comfortable moan when bubbles started appearing on the surface.
Her long hair whipped upwards, scattering countless water droplets onto Eric's chest.
Then, her two long legs clamped Eric's back and pulled him closer. Her arms hooked around his neck, and she clung to Eric like a koala, seeking a kiss.
Mist gradually rose, and splashes of water covered the floor.
"Eric, do you want to do it here?"
Eric softly hummed: "I heard it can reduce pain in water. I specifically chose this location."
"Why are you so clear about this?"
"Because the doctor told me."
"Really? You even asked a doctor about this kind of question? Are you serious!"
After a long while, their tongues finally separated. Eric kissed Gadot's nose: "Still have so many questions now?"
Gadot, however, frowned deeply, hugging Eric very tightly, as if she wanted to melt into his body, her chest almost flattened.
"Of course, and even more! Which damned doctor told you that? It hurts too much, I want to kill him!"
After an unknown amount of time, the two fell into a deep sleep.
They only opened their eyes when they heard someone coughing.
At the bathroom door, Judy and Bar Refaeli were each leaning against a doorframe, smiling as they looked at them.
"Good job!"
Giving two thumbs up, Judy expressed her admiration with a mysterious smile.
Pushing Gadot's hair away from her face, Eric opened his eyes with some difficulty. The light after just waking up was a bit harsh for him.
"Judy, Refaeli, why are you back?"
Judy pointed to her wrist: "Boss, it's past two in the morning now. Why do you think we're back?"
"Is it that late already? No wonder I fell asleep."
"Wow, it seems like your battle was intense." Bar Refaeli pointed to the water stains on the floor.
Teased by her good friend, Gadot shyly buried her face in Eric's chest.
Eric waved his hand: "Don't you think you should avoid this kind of scene?"
"Is there a need for that? Are you going to wear clothes home?" Judy retorted.
"Even if we're not going home, you should at least let us go back to our own rooms first."
"Alright, alright, you're the boss, you call the shots. Refaeli, let's go to your room."
Seeing the two leave, Eric got out of the bathtub, then picked up Gadot and walked out of the bathroom.
"Whoosh, whoosh, so big!"
Suddenly, Judy's head popped out from the crack in the door, blinking and saying, though it was unclear what she meant by "so big."
Rolling his eyes, Eric carried Gadot back to his room.
Drying off and slipping into the fragrant bed, Eric was a little glum: "No change of clothes. Wearing dirty clothes after a shower will make me very uncomfortable. It seems I'll have to ask Chen Xing to send a set over tomorrow morning."
Gadot giggled, wrapping her arms around Eric's neck and resting her head on his shoulder: "Tomorrow I'll buy you some clothes. We'll keep a few sets here from now on, so you can change whenever you want."
"Hmm, that's good too, saves trouble. You're so thoughtful."
Smack!
Gadot snuggled closer to Eric: "Darling, it's so comfortable sleeping with you. I think I'm falling in love with this feeling."
"That's normal, after all, I'm such an excellent man, with both talent and good looks. Look at this handsome face; in all of Hollywood, how many male actors can compare?"
Hearing him boast, Gadot couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You forgot one thing."
"What?"
"Slick-tongued!"
"Isn't a slick tongue good? Do you prefer a dry tongue?"
"You're annoying!"
"One more time?"
"No, it hurts!"