American fame and fortune

After the meeting, he chatted with Mayor Villaraigosa and LAPD boss Bratton for a while. Seeing that they had important matters to discuss, Martin left in due course.

McClain escorts Martin out of City Hall.

He not only exchanged personal contact information with Martin, but also gave Martin an "exemption card" on behalf of the LAPD.

Of course, it is not an exemption from the law, but can obtain certain preferential treatment within the law enforcement scope of LAPD.

Thinking of McLean's position, Martin specifically said: "I am developing in Hollywood, and I am also involved in investment in film projects. I established a studio last year, which is mainly affiliated with Warner Bros. and Pacific Pictures. In the future, I will work on film shooting. Trouble to the LAPD."

LAPD can be said to be one of the largest partners of Hollywood producers, and McLean was in charge of this one, saying: "If you need it, call me directly."

Martin shook his hand and said goodbye: "I'm not polite."

Coming to the side entrance of the city hall, Thomas was waiting here, and said, "There are many reporters outside."

Martin changed his face instantly, lowered his head and closed his mouth, with a serious expression.

When he went out, the flashing lights kept turning on, and reporters clamored to interview him.

Several PDs stopped the reporter, and Thomas protected Martin and walked out, saying as he walked, "Sorry, everyone, Martin is not feeling well right now..."

Bruce opened the door and Martin got into the back seat.

When Thomas got into the car, Bruce started the car and left.

Thomas leaned on the back of the seat. He had worked hard these days and was too tired to move.

Martin took out a can of Coke and handed it to Thomas: "Add some energy."

Thomas opened it, took a sip, and asked, "Which position do I belong to in the Coke God?"

Martin is not stingy in distributing positions: "Do you want to be the deputy leader, or do you want to be the leader's advisor?"

Thomas wondered: "What is the most important position?"

Bruce, who was driving, interjected: "Of course it's a saint! Why does the Coke God Church have ten saints?"

Thomas understood that the saint mentioned here was definitely not like Joan of Arc.

"Ten? Old Bu, do you look down on me?" Martin rarely said something in his heart: "Why do I need a hundred!"

Bruce reminded: "Okay, the deputy leader has one of mine."

Thomas didn't want to be far away from Martin's inner circle, and said, "I want to be the deputy leader too."

Martin said in his heart that before the horse-riding saintess saw her shadow, the vice-principal came first, all of them were wolves.

Bruce drove to Century City, dropped off Thomas, and returned to the North Hollywood apartment together.

As soon as he entered the apartment, he saw the landlord Antonio sitting in the foyer like a door god holding the gun of friendship.

The paparazzi who followed from afar saw the gun on the fat man's shoulder and walked back automatically.

Antonio pointed to the outside: "Martin, there are more and more paparazzi following you, and my tenant has a problem."

Martin said directly: "I'm going to Atlanta right now. I don't have time to look for a house now. I'll look for a house when I come back."

"Someone offered $50,000." It was not easy for Antonio. Is it possible for ordinary people to refuse such a big temptation? In other words, he is a veteran millionaire: "I can hold on for a few more months."

Martin patted Antonio on the shoulder: "Those who use the gun of friendship must attach great importance to friendship."

Antonio pulled Martin to his side: "Come on, let's take another group photo. The hero of Los Angeles is my tenant. A new screenwriter has arrived on the first floor. After the photos are developed, I will ask him to write an advertisement and describe us in detail. Deep friendship."

Martin stands behind Antonio and lets Bruce take a group photo.

When Old Bu and Martin went upstairs, Antonio muttered: "Enlarge the photo and change it, and the rent will be raised again."

Martin looked down and said, "I want a commission!"

Antonio looked up: "You are a big star now, and you have a golden key, will you be short of money?"

Martin said no more, and came upstairs.

Jessica stood in the doorway with a box at her feet, obviously waiting for them.

Martin asked, "Where did the express come from?"

Jessica said: "It was mailed from Queensland, Australia."

Bruce kicked the box forward, opened Martin's apartment door, and kicked the box inside.

Martin asked casually, "Where's Emily?"

Jessica followed Martin into the apartment and said, "The fans have been more excited these two days. She went to see Rachel."

Martin was curious: "What's going on?"

Jessica looked at Martin and said in a low voice, "After the video about the Coke Cult was circulated on the Internet, many people clamored to join the Coke Cult..."

Martin scratched his head for a while: "Come and join in the fun."

"There will be ordinary congregants soon." Bruce saw a rare business opportunity. Of course, bad people can only think of bad tricks: "The opportunity to cash in is here. Want to join the Coke God Cult? Pay the membership fee!"

He looked down and saw the big box of goods: "This can be used as a church badge, isn't $50 expensive?"

Martin gave Bruce a middle finger directly: "Student, don't show off your poor knowledge."

For the time being, he hadn't thought about the Coke God Religion to make money. He said that at the time, on the one hand, to distract the gunman, and on the other hand, he wanted to attract some people's attention through Helen's video.

Both of these objectives have been achieved.

Martin said to Jessica: "You tell the members of the fan club that if you join the fan club, you will automatically join the Coke Theology. We are just a loose interest organization, and we have no plans to formally register for the time being. Notify them."

Jessica replied, "Okay."

Bruce opened the box at this time, took out the alligator tooth pendant and bison horn, and put it in the large box on the side of the living room.

Jessica went over to help.

Martin dragged out another box, took out a mahogany gift box containing emerald jewelry, and put the golden key away.

I'm going back to Atlanta soon, so I need to prepare some gifts.

Although Martin rejected Lao Bu's bad idea of ​​using the Coca-Cola to monetize, but in the highly developed commercial society of the United States, personal fame and influence can really be transformed into commercial value.

In the week since the outbreak of the Burbank Middle School incident, the sales of "House of Wax Museum of Horror" discs, which could only sell less than 3,000 copies a week in North America, skyrocketed, and sold more than 70,000 copies in the latest week.

"The Mountain Has Eyes", which has been released from North America, was once again pushed to the screening channel by Warner Bros. in a number of theaters, and it even earned nearly 5 million US dollars at the box office that week.

This also allowed the North American box office of the film to exceed 110 million US dollars.

Relevant news has also spread overseas, especially in English-speaking countries and regions. Geshan Youyan saw another wave of overseas box office, and suddenly raised his head. That week, the overseas box office collected another 4.15 million US dollars, and the global box office accumulated 180 million US dollars.

The newly-launched DVD of the film sold well, selling 19.54 million U.S. dollars in the first week.

Although it is far from the DVD of "Spider-Man 1", which can sell 50 to 60 million US dollars in the first week, this is only a horror film with a small investment.

Even "Zombie Gigolo", which has long been left in the corner, has been dug out by many fans. In the past week, it even sold rental DV and video tapes, generating more than 1 million US dollars in revenue.

But the film has no direct commercial connection with Martin.

Martin had not yet joined the Screen Actors Union when he filmed Zombie Gigolo, so naturally he would not enjoy the subsequent revenue sharing agreement between the union and the Producers Alliance.

For Wax Museum and Geshan Youyan, the higher the post-production income of DVDs, the more shares Martin can enjoy.

Many old-fashioned stars who spent their time in the active period, after fading out of the film world, lived on the post-production share of many films they starred in.

As long as they are not as extravagant as Marlon Brando, most of them live very well.

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Warner Studios, the "Wanted Warrant" studio, and the crew are packing all kinds of luggage and preparing to move to Atlanta.

The project will soon enter the filming phase.

Director Leterier took the film crew and stunt crew to Atlanta ahead of schedule.

Jessica and Emily were going to stay in Los Angeles, and Martin had just finished explaining their work to them when Mene ran in from outside.

"Boss!" Menet said, pointing to the door of the studio, "A tall girl is looking for you, she seems to be the heroine from the jeans crew."

Martin knew who it was, Blake had called him yesterday.

When he came to Bruce, Old Bu handed him a small handbag and said, "The grade has been upgraded."

"I used to be poor, so I couldn't help it." Martin walked out of the studio with a handbag, and saw Blake in low-rise jeans and a crop top.

He pointed to the front: "The truck will come here later, let's go to the coffee shop in front, the cold drinks there are good."

Blake wanted to put his arm around Martin's arm, worried that the male god would disagree, so he raised his hand halfway and retracted it, pretending to pack his small backpack, and followed Martin forward.

"I was worried about you during this time, and I couldn't get through after calling several times." She read the news report and said that Martin went to see a psychologist: "Are you okay?"

Martin's real situation would not be casually told to others: "I'm a little self-closing, I turned off my phone and didn't want to contact anyone, and now it's much better."

Black finally reached out and grabbed Martin's arm: "If you have something in your heart that no one can tell, you can tell me."

Martin saw the coffee shop and said to the brown-haired girl behind the counter: "Mia, have a cup of black tea and a skim ice cream."

He and Black sat by the window, and Mia quickly delivered drinks.

Martin put the bag in front of Blake: "This is for you. It's a kind of amulet, which can be worn to ward off bad luck."

Blake was surprised, but more excited. He quickly took out the gift box and opened it. Seeing the emerald green jade plaque, he asked, "Is it emerald?"

"Emerald." Martin said, "I found an investor from Asia, where this kind of gem is abundant, and I bought a few pieces."

Blake picked it up and hung it around his neck: "Is it pretty?"

Martin nodded: "It matches you very well."

Blake was a little annoyed: "I didn't prepare a gift for you."

Martin smiled: "It is the best gift that you can talk to me here."

Blake was full of joy: "Yesterday you said that you were going to Atlanta to shoot a movie?"

"Leave the day after tomorrow," Martin said simply. "An action shootout movie. I'll be back when Jeans premieres."

Blake calculated the time, it was the critical time for her to apply for college, and it was difficult to go to Atlanta to visit the class.

Think about it carefully, or wait until after August.