Jasiel opened a document on his computer and typed the title: “Batman: Shadow of the Bat.”
His advantage was not just the DC hero template he carried, but also a near perfect memory.
It was more than just remembering things well.
Every detail from his past life remained vivid in his mind.
No matter the movie, as long as he had seen it before, he could recall it clearly.
Every scene, every line, even the background music.
Of course, Jasiel had no real experience writing scripts.
His plan was simple.
He would take the Batman story in his mind, expand the background slightly, and first turn it into a novel of about two hundred thousand words.
After typing for a while, he stopped.
A realization hit him.
He was no longer struggling.
He was a wealthy young man.
There was no reason for him to handle everything personally.
He could hire professionals.
With that in mind, he quickly drafted a rough outline and decided to contact a producer through Jameson’s connections the next day.
From there, he would hire experienced screenwriters to handle the detailed work.
“The life of the rich really is different.”
Jasiel stretched out on his expensive bed and stared at the ceiling, already picturing how things would unfold.
Before long, he fell asleep.
Everything progressed more smoothly than expected.
After leaving the system space and thinking about the fan value requirement, Jasiel had already formed a clear strategy.
He would create iconic characters to drive popularity.
In his past life, characters like those from One Piece, or figures like Sun Wukong, Odin, and Zeus, were globally recognized.
Each one carried immense popularity.
If applied correctly, this approach could generate massive fan engagement.
It was straightforward and efficient.
The only downside was the cost.
But if successful, it would not only bring fan value, it would also bring real money.
Once the cycle began, it would sustain itself.
There was no better approach.
As for whether Batman could succeed, Jasiel had no doubts.
In his past life, superhero culture had taken over the world.
In this world, where superheroes actually existed, the market potential was even greater.
The night passed quickly.
The next morning, Jasiel got out of bed and headed downstairs.
At the dining table, J.
Jonah Jameson was already having breakfast.
“Where’s the script?”
Jameson glanced at him, his tone direct.
Jasiel was not in a hurry.
He already understood the old man well.
Despite his harsh attitude, Jameson always paid attention.
“The outline is ready.”
Jasiel walked to the printer, loaded the document, and printed several pages.
They contained character settings, background details, and a basic plot structure.
Jameson took the pages and frowned.
“This is what you call a script?”
“Read it first.”
Jasiel remained composed.
Even though it was brief, the foundation was strong.
Jameson had spent decades in journalism.
He knew how to judge whether something would attract attention.
As he read, his expression gradually changed.
When he finished, he looked up at Jasiel with clear surprise.
“You came up with this yourself?”
“Where else would I get it?”
Jasiel crossed his arms.
“Do you think reporters at the Daily Bugle spend their time entertaining me with stories?
Or do you still think I’m a child who needs bedtime stories?”
Jameson studied him for a moment.
“Fine.
This is better than I expected.”
He paused, thinking.
“I can help you find the right people.
But I won’t give you any money.”
“That’s fine.”
“Everything will depend on how you handle it yourself.
If you manage well, I won’t interfere with your life anymore.”
Jasiel smiled slightly.
“You won’t get another chance to interfere anyway.”
Jameson snorted but said nothing.
Jasiel understood him well.
To outsiders, Jameson was ruthless and profit driven.
To him, the old man was still family.
As for the fifty million dollars he needed for the bet, he had ways to manage it.
“One more thing.”
Jameson set the papers down.
“Don’t leave the Daily Bugle yet.
I’ll bring in a new editor in chief.
You can stay as deputy, at least you’ll have something to fall back on.”
“No problem.”
Jasiel nodded, then asked, “Who are you planning to bring in?”
“Eddie Brock.”
Jameson answered directly.
“He’s a reporter from the Daily Globe with nearly ten years of experience.”
“I know him.”
Jasiel’s expression shifted slightly.
“Good.
Then you understand his qualifications.”
“Why him?”
“A few days ago, he was blacklisted and nearly bankrupt.
Someone asked me to give him a job.”
Jameson spoke plainly.
“I was going to refuse, but since you want to step back, the timing works.”
Jasiel nodded.
“Why not Betty?”
“You became editor in chief because of your position.
Betty doesn’t have that advantage.”
Jasiel did not argue.
That explanation was enough.
Still, the idea of Eddie Brock working at the Daily Bugle was interesting.
Very interesting.
If things developed as expected, both Eddie Brock and Spider Man could end up connected to the same place.
And with Jameson leading the charge against Spider Man, the Daily Bugle might as well become the center of anti Spider Man sentiment.