Jim quickly found the film's distributor.
With the Jameson Family's background, and Jim's connections from years in the industry as a former top-tier producer, arranging a theatrical release wasn't difficult. Even the opening screen count, the percentage of theaters showing the film, was easily handled.
You see, in Batman: Begins, the biggest name wasn't actually the actors, but the investor.
Tony Stark.
Playboy, genius inventor, super-rich.
With all these titles, the image he presented to the public was arrogant and attention-seeking.
Regardless of whether anyone genuinely liked him, the fact was that many people paid attention to him.
Tony Stark opened his mouth, and it was a billboard worth hundreds of millions.
Because in all of America, everyone knew Tony Stark.
This guy was a recognized natural winner.
Just flashing Tony Stark's name, this movie was worth twenty percent of the screenings.
Plus, Jim was confident in the quality of the film itself.
Forty percent wasn't a problem.
But Jim was brimming with confidence, aiming for sixty percent of the screenings.
First, just based on the cast and crew, they would push all the other movies released at the same time out of the way.
Secondly, Jim had been quiet for so many years. Now that he finally saw a chance to turn things around, he would, of course, go all out and not easily let go of this fleeting opportunity.
He pulled out all the stops.
Finally, the release date was set, and a premiere was arranged.
The publicity campaign started simultaneously.
The novel Batman: Begins was quite famous in New York recently.
Anton's preparations had paid off.
Upon learning that the movie adaptation of the novel was about to be released, many book fans gathered on the Daily Bugle's forum, which was specifically created for the novel, to chat and boast every day.
At the same time, the news that Tony Stark had invested fifty million in a movie was also widely circulated among the public.
A group of top-tier rich kids finally remembered the bet Anton and Tony Stark had made that day.
As a result, rumors spread far and wide.
This movie actually originated from a bet between two rich kids!
Some people became curious.
Others directly declared that it was definitely a bad movie and that they wouldn't watch it no matter what.
However, Anton released another piece of news: the idea for Batman actually came from Tony Stark.
His parents died unexpectedly, he inherited a fortune, and on the surface, he was a playboy, but secretly, he was quite serious, thinking about saving the world all day long.
People agreed with the first part of this statement, but opinions varied on the second part.
A weapons manufacturer who spends all day thinking about saving the world? That's a joke.
He should be scheming how to start wars. That's what people expect from an arms dealer.
Regardless, the constant flow of news about it brought a lot of attention to Batman: Begins, boosting its exposure.
Anton checked his system space. The Batman fan value had increased to 800,000.
The movie hadn't even been released yet, and these were all fans gained from the novel.
In a way, publishing another ten novels would almost be enough to buy the Batman armor.
But the movie was about to be released, and Anton didn't want to think too much about it.
As long as he made Batman famous, there wouldn't be a shortage of new fans. It shouldn't be hard to gather 9.98 million fan points.
He pulled out his phone and called Tony Stark, receiving a few sarcastic remarks in return.
Ultimately, Tony agreed to attend the premiere.
Tony was someone who loved to stir things up, and such people were always very curious.
In other words, he was very interested in this film.
Of course, by "interested" here, it wasn't that Tony wanted to see the content of the film, but rather that he wanted to figure out how to use the film to mock Anton.
What kind of person Anton was, Tony believed he knew very well.
He really hadn't expected that Anton would actually produce a film after messing around for three months.
And it was a superhero movie!
A type that Anton had created, something never heard of before.
"Jarvis, I need to speak with Pepper."
Remembering the bet, Tony chuckled, "Hey, darling, push my trip to Afghanistan back a bit, you know, there's something really fun waiting for me lately... Oh, right, I might need a date for the premiere, would you like to be my date?"
That day.
The premiere began.
Jonah Jameson arrived.
"I'll be looking forward to it."
Jameson smiled, "I hope this movie won't put me to sleep."
"Then you definitely won't be disappointed."
Anton patted his chest, full of confidence.
Next, everyone was almost there, except for Tony Stark, who loved to be late.
After the usual speeches and the photographers took their pictures, the movie was about to begin.
At this moment.
Tony Stark finally arrived late.
His female companion was Pepper Potts, also known as Pepper.
Anton wasn't unfamiliar with her.
Before, at many party events, Pepper Potts was often the little helper who took care of Tony's aftermath.
For all these years, the only person who could manage Tony was probably his little assistant.
"You really do like being late, Tony."
Anton went up to him.
"Anton, I'll be expecting you to be my bag carrier after the movie is over."
Tony laughed heartily.
He had almost forgotten about this bet in the past three months.
Tony never kept things in mind when it came to matters of life. Even the fifty million he had thrown out this time, this amount of money meant nothing to him.
But when the movie was released, the crazy publicity, and the rumors of the bet, reminded him of his grudges with Anton.
"I hope you still feel that way after you've seen the movie."
Anton shrugged.
"You don't think you can really make a classic, do you?"
Tony scoffed, pulling Pepper to a seat. He was thinking that if he wasn't interested, he'd just get up and leave, and come back at the right time. He wouldn't let Anton slip away from under his nose.
Meanwhile.
San Francisco.
Life Foundation Headquarters.
Carlton Drake sat in his spacious office, gazing at the bright scenery outside, his face ashen, as if a dark cloud hung overhead.
He slammed the documents in his hand onto the face of the head bodyguard in front of him.
"How many days has it been now?"
Drake raged, spitting as he spoke, "Just a little Eddie, and you've been chasing him for how many days, and how many losses? You can't catch him, what use are you to me?"
"Boss, besides us, there are others after him."
The head bodyguard didn't dare to argue, and whispered, "Their equipment is very good, and very special. They look like they're from Oscorp."
"Oscorp... Norman Osborn, that bastard..."
Drake clenched his fist.
With the Life Foundation's current resources, going head-to-head with Oscorp was beyond their capabilities.
However, Oscorp was ultimately based in New York.
Norman Osborn's reach might extend to San Francisco, but the old saying about the strong dragon not overpowering the local snake had been proven long ago.
Otherwise, the Life Foundation would have already become Oscorp's possession.
But the crucial point was that, in the current situation, the Life Foundation could only admit defeat and swallow this bitter pill.
The only chance to turn the tables lay in capturing Eddie, turning the research results into data, and placing them on the desk of the San Francisco city government. At that point, those scoundrel politicians, who only cared about profit, would naturally welcome the Life Foundation with open arms once more.
The Symbiote was undoubtedly the future of development.
This was intuition, and it was also destiny, Carlton Drake firmly believed.
"Anything else?"
Drake glanced at the head of the bodyguards: "Tell me more about the Daily Bugle."
"The current de facto controller of the Daily Bugle is Anton Jameson, the grandson of the founder, Jonah Jameson. Eddie was close with him when he was editor-in-chief at the Daily Bugle."
The bodyguard chief said: "The online attacks are related to Anton."
"Teach him a lesson."
Drake's tone was cold.
The bodyguard chief cautiously said: "Boss, Jonah Jameson is a guest of honor at the New York City government. If we take action against them, it will be difficult for us to escape unscathed, and it's inevitable that they will find us... The San Francisco city government is already very dissatisfied with us. If we completely offend them because of this, I'm afraid..."
Drake's face darkened, and he almost bit through his teeth.
He felt like he was in a difficult position.
Everything was blocked!
"Shit!!"
Drake was furious: "In short, I want you to teach him a lesson. Let him know what happens when he offends our Life Foundation."
"Yes!"
The head of the bodyguards didn't dare to argue anymore, and lowered his head in agreement, then exited the office.
It took Drake a long time to calm down.
He thought of Oscorp.
"Norman, you want to acquire my company? Never!"
Drake's eyes held a hidden chill. "Anton Jameson, don't think you're safe just because you're hiding in New York. One way or another, I'll make you pay!"
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