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No matter how much the media hyped it, Caesar did not respond.

From the very beginning of People magazine, to a wide range of media skepticism, including USA Today and the Wall Street Journal.

Only the Los Angeles Times spoke out from Caesar's side, and it didn't make much sense in the matter other than to get the favor of Caesar and his family.

It wasn't until things were almost fermented, not only "Groundhog Day" but also "Alien" and "Time and Space Heroes" that the twentieth Century Fox, which had packaged and bought the script, finally stood up and made a statement.

Neither Caesar himself, nor NBC, nor Fox, who eventually got the script, said that the script for "Groundhog Day" was done by Caesar alone.

When NBC was in charge of contacting Caesar and reviewing the script, they both saw the instructions and signatures on the script when they saw the script for the first time, clearly indicating that the emotional part of the description came from the help of family members.

At the press conference, some reporters asked nonsense below: Why didn't you explain it before?

A Fox spokesman said it was out of secrecy about the script, and later found out that the bad media was chasing and beating Caesar, and it was about to have a negative impact on Caesar, NBC and Fox. He had to ask Caesar for his opinion and finally came forward to explain the situation.

Finally, the head of Fox announced that Caesar, NBC, and Fox, who were the injured parties in this incident, would not pursue the rumors and slander of bad media.

Seeing that the reporters still didn't believe it, they all said that it was a lie made up by the three parties.

You say it's your mother's support for your script, and we have to believe it? We also said you were ghostwritten! Is it strange that your mother helped you to perjury?

Didn't you directly say that it was done with the help of your mother, but now we have exposed it as a ghostwriter and pushed your mother out?

We were deceived! And you NBC and Fox are accomplices!

Although Caesar was not at the scene, the reporters thought they had the truth, so they didn't listen to the words of the Fox spokesman at all, and the crowd stood up and sprayed excitedly.

Fortunately, Caesar and Fox have already filed a record.

They brought in the head of the Los Angeles area post office of the United States Postal Service, a barrister at one of the most prominent law firms in Los Angeles.

As soon as the two took the stage, a reporter recognized them, and the scene fell silent.

The head of the post office showed the envelope in which Caesar had mailed the script, and the barrister temporarily called four reporters to the stage to act as notaries with him.

After five notaries have confirmed that the envelope is in good condition and the postmark information has been confirmed, the envelope is opened on the spot.

Everyone at the scene witnessed it, and the cover of the script in the envelope was clearly printed:

Screenwriters--- Caesar and Elizabeth.

And you can clearly see a line of crooked elementary school handwriting underneath:

"Thank you to my mother for teaching and helping me." There is also a cute grimace drawn on the back with his tongue stuck out and blinking his left eye.

The four reporters, who were notaries, could only step down with a wry smile.

That prodigy is so rigorous, I don't know if it's because of education, or because he has the assistance of a master.

In short, the reporters found that it was too difficult for anyone to hack Caesar for whatever purpose.

It's good that this kid grows up quickly, and after the age of eighteen, there is a way to pinch him.

In fact, from the very beginning, Caesar mailed the script to the screenwriter of his version of "Groundhog Day" with the names of Caesar and Elizabeth.

As a time-traveling reborn, even if Caesar was simple in his previous life, he could see countless conspiracies and tricks through real people and real stories, as well as the influence of movies, television, and computers. I'm a victim paranoiac again, and now I have the support of Playbox......

If you can mess things up, just live broadcast and eat Xiang to thank the world.

He even rented a high-level safe at Citibank's Hollywood branch, and the outlines of all his full-length works and the original manuscripts for the first season were mailed to himself and stored in the zài safe.

Entering the post office with the sealed envelope, buying stamps and affixing them, stamping them with the envelope, and leaving with the envelope, Caesar's hand never left the envelope until it was placed in the bank safe.

Forgive a victim of paranoia! What kind of injuries he suffered in his previous life to be so exaggerated, that's really not much to talk about.

School was on vacation, and Caesar stayed at home for Christmas and New Year's Day, and left with Bruce Lee the next day.

Caesar wanted to go to Vegas to harvest, so he couldn't take his family with him, so he found Bruce Lee as a shield.

With a martial artist like Bruce Lee personally accompanying him and making a guarantee, Caesar's family has nothing to worry about.

Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that Bruce Lee's car had just stopped at the motel on the edge of the Mojave Desert, and after using energy to change its appearance, Caesar, who looked like a Chinese adult male, got out of the car, waved at Bruce Lee in the car and walked into the hotel.

In order to keep it secret, Bruce Lee drove Caesar by himself, and saw with his own eyes how Caesar turned into an adult male in the blink of an eye.

Psychic? If this is a special function, then the special function is too rebellious.

How do you remember that the special functions that came out of Huaxia are all at the level of "hearing and debating words with your ears", or "guessing things through the box", or "moving objects in a small area"?

Bruce Lee, who has not received various baptisms after forty-nine years, has now begun to wonder which god Caesar descended to earth.

Caesar's body and clothes were all shaped by energy, and when he entered the hotel, he registered with Tang Long's name very wickedly, just like he used the abbreviation FFF's company name, which was all about some information that impressed him in his previous life.

At six o'clock that night, he showed up at Caesar Palace in Las Vegas.

Because he had no teeth and a leaky mouth when he was a child, he got the name Caesar under the oolong, so of course he had to live in Caesar Palace when he came to Vegas. It's a pity that he came to harvest and brought a thousand dollars with him.

Although the 1977 Caesar Palace is far from the opulent 1995 renovation and expansion, it is still one of the best themed hotels in the world.

After a brief tour of the hotel's décor, Caesar changed some change and went straight to the slot machine.

Slot machines are entertainment, and casinos don't aim to win big money on them.

Until I don't know which master invented the game of accumulating pots, slot machines have become a fantasy tool for some people to get rich overnight.

Pull the leverage, with a minimum of twenty-five cents and a maximum of seventy-five cents at a time, and if there are a hundred slot machines in one hall, then the daily accumulation of the prize pool is quite significant.

Now Caesar is facing a prize pool of more than $70,000, which may not seem like much, but you must know that it only takes 25 cents to win $70,000, and this temptation is not immune to everyone.

Seventy thousand is too little? What about 700,000? What about seven million? Who hasn't been lucky?

Caesar looked around, there were about a hundred slot machines in the entire hall, and there were not many empty.

It's the New Year, and it looks like a lot of people want to get a good fortune.

I found an empty one and sat down, greeted the players on both sides, and played about ten dollars first.

Some people say that slot machines take about 10 percent of the water, which means that you put in a hundred dollars, and you end up with 90 dollars left.

Caesar was busy for half a day, and there were less than five dollars left in ten dollars...... Could it be that the legend is a lie? Not ten percent pumping at all? Or am I too bad for ideas?

Caesar scratched his head and threw in three twenty-five cents in a row, pulling the lever while activating the energy.

He's running out of patience.