American fame and fortune

On the second day back in Los Angeles, Martin went out early in the morning and came to the Mercedes-Benz dealership in the Beverly Commercial Center.

As soon as he and Bruce walked in, the store manager was notified of a sale.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses quickly went down the second floor, and greeted him, "Mr. Davis, welcome, may I ask what car you need?"

Martin didn't talk nonsense, and walked directly towards the off-road vehicle area. When the manager followed up, he pointed to the big black G on the booth: "Is there a white model available?"

"Yes, there is an existing car." The manager wants to introduce the vehicle and its parameters: "This is the latest modified SUV from Mercedes-Benz..."

Martin didn't listen to his nonsense, and interrupted directly: "I want a top match, let's make an order!"

The customer was happy, and the manager was also happy. He turned to the assistant next to him and said, "Immediately make an order."

Martin said directly: "Go through the formalities as quickly as possible, and I will drive it away before 11 o'clock."

The manager replied: "Don't worry, Mr. Davis, there is absolutely no problem."

Today, Blake Lively returned to Los Angeles from New York.

Martin is going to drive to the airport to pick someone up and surprise her at the same time.

Several times when the two chatted about cars, Martin specifically asked that Black's favorite is the white Mercedes-Benz G.

The manager chatted with Martin, and Bruce went to see AMG with great interest.

The money is in place, everything is easy to talk about, the sales bill is billed, Martin pays the bill with his card, and at 10:30, he drives away from the Beverly Center.

Came to LAX, waited for a while, the flight from New York landed.

Blake was dragging the suitcase, saw Martin in the aisle at a glance, left his father next to him, and almost ran out.

She didn't care about the people around her, let alone the flashing lights, she jumped up and threw herself on Martin.

It wasn't until Ernie Lively came out of the tunnel that Martin let go of Blake and went to say hello.

Ernie waved his hand and was too lazy to say, "I'll go first."

Martin took the suitcase with one hand, and pulled Black up with the other: "Come on, let's go home."

Blake nodded with a smile: "Well, go home."

Martin looked at Blake as he walked.

"What's wrong?" Blake asked. "Have I changed?"

Martin praised: "more beautiful, more sexy."

Black leaned closer: "I've been working out, I'll let you take a closer look when I get back."

Martin felt that Blake was slightly different, more refined than when he left Los Angeles.

Not only the appearance, but also the temperament and style.

From luggage to clothes to jewelry, all are first-line big names.

When he came to the parking lot, Martin took out the car keys and handed them to Black: "You drive today, I'll see you off."

Blake looked at the key in his hand, then at the big white G diagonally opposite him, and slapped his face with one hand, all in disbelief: "God Jesus! Is this for me? It's so beautiful! Martin, I love You are dead!"

Martin made a gesture of invitation: "Go."

Black let go of Martin's hand, ran over with a whoosh, turned around the car, touched the brand new car, excited like a child who got his favorite toy, got into the driver's seat and yelled: " Martin, what are you still doing, get in the car! Get in the car!"

Martin put the luggage in the trunk first, then got into the co-pilot.

Blake starts the car and accelerates out of the parking lot, startling Martin.

"You drive less, hold on, don't go too fast!" Martin didn't want his friends to sing "See You Again," and he didn't want the disc sales of several films he starred in to skyrocket.

The biggest advantage of Black is that everything is based on the standard of a male god, immediately reduce the speed and drive smoothly.

"What's the experience of living on the Upper East Side?" Martin asked.

Blake said simply, "There are a lot of rich people out there." She added, "East Coast bastards despise us Californians."

Technically speaking, Martin is also from the East Coast.

Blake hastily corrected: "I said New Yorker."

Martin laughed: "Those Yankees and Atlanta are deadly enemies too."

Black said: "I will go to New York again next year. Preparations for "Gossip Girl" will start soon. Dad is planning to make a series for teenagers."

Martin said: "Your father has a lot of experience, you have to trust his vision."

The big white G quickly entered the Coty community and drove directly into the house. The Escalade driven by Bruce stopped automatically at the roadside at the door.

Lao Bu knew in his heart that when the pair went in, they would start to toss.

Meanwhile, a flight from Toronto landed at LAX.

Mene left the airport wearing sunglasses and carrying a bag.

Agent Munir is waiting for him.

The two got into the car and headed back to North Hollywood.

Munir took out an invitation letter: "At the beginning of next month, Warner Bros. will hold a celebration and invited you to participate."

Mene looked through: "They also invited me?"

"Probably because of Martin," Munir said.

When mentioning Martin, Mene couldn't help feeling annoyed, patted his seat, and said: "The boss had a conflict with Pete, but unfortunately I wasn't there, otherwise Pete must look good!"

Knowing what his clients are best at, Munir reminded: "Aniston is not your turn to lick!"

"I know!" Mene cherishes everything now, and knows where they came from: "Peter, a bastard, won't just let it go."

He asked Munir, "How old is Pete? How old is his mother?"

Uncle Mene's words shocked Munir almost to burst in place, and he quickly reminded: "Pete seems to be over 40 years old."

"Are you in your 60s?" Mene decided to check.

He took out his mobile phone and called Bruce first: "Old Bu, I'm back, you and the boss are out drinking tonight!"

Bruce sat in the car, looked at the door of the house, and said, "You should ask Martin for a drink, maybe another day, Blake came back from New York today."

Mene understood: "Then another day."

When approaching North Hollywood, Munir suddenly remembered an extremely important matter, slowed down the car slightly, and said, "Paris Hilton contacted me during this time."

Mene was alert: "What does she want to do? Hype up the relationship between me and her? That's all in the past tense. Why should I cooperate with her?"

"She seems a little lonely." Munir said something else entirely: "I want to ask you out for a tryst, and said that there are long-term suites in the Hilton Hotel."

Mene frowned: "That's all? Nothing else?"

Munir didn't understand: "Ask you out, aren't these hints enough?"

"Don't you have this?" Menei twirled his fingers and said, "Why should I go on a tryst with her without this, why should I cooperate with her!"

Munir didn't want to talk anymore.

Mene plausibly said: "Paris, shameless, wants to prostitute Uncle Mene for nothing!"

Over the past year, even if those powerful female casting directors and producers let Uncle Mene lick them, they paid real roles as rewards.

Warner Bros. party invite givers are out and about.

This year, Warner Bros. performed well and launched a number of blockbuster movies. Not only did the Harry Potter series continue to sell well, but they also revitalized the Batman series, and many small and medium-sized productions released achieved high box office.

Many Warner Bros. collaborators have received invitations to the celebration party.

Because Martin went to Atlanta, the invitation letter was sent to Thomas.

Knowing that Martin had returned to Los Angeles, Thomas sent it over immediately.

Bruce could only call Martin, and made Thomas wait for a while before the courtyard gate opened.

Thomas entered the door and saw Martin alone. He handed him the invitation letter and told him, "There is nothing particularly important. You must attend."

Martin simply flipped through it and said, "I'll go."

Thomas added: "The Nolans will also go."

Martin nodded and asked, "Is there anything I should pay attention to?"

"Peter will also go. If he doesn't provoke you, don't talk to him." Thomas said emphatically: "If nothing else happens, Julie and Aniston have both been invited, so you should pay more attention."

Martin frankly: "They and I are just ordinary friends, Pete has a problem with his head."

Footsteps were heard on the stairs, and Blake came down after changing, greeted Thomas, and sat down beside Martin.

Thomas automatically cooperated with Martin: "That's right, Pete has a problem with his head, thinking wildly."

Martin asked, "Are you going then?"

Thomas nodded slightly: "I have also received the invitation."

He glanced quickly over Black, and felt that if he continued speaking, he might not be able to match Martin's thinking. After all, he had played too much, so he left quickly: "There is still work in the company, I have to go back and deal with it."

Martin and Blake send Thomas out of the villa.

Black didn't ask about Pitt and Aniston at all. These are trivial matters in the eyes of female fans, and being able to sleep with a male god is more important than anything else.

She winked at Martin: "I brought a few sets of clothes back from New York, do you want to see them? They all said that my figure is better than the model, and I must look good in the catwalk."

How could Martin pass up the opportunity to appreciate, and dragged Blake upstairs: "Perform for me next to each other."

Blake leaned on him and smiled: "I also learned to walk a little bit, the bedroom is my catwalk."

A good actor must be able to control various roles. Blake is in the learning stage. Let Martin, a guy with outstanding talent and well-received acting skills, guide her on the spot how to control important roles such as sailors, PDs, and white-collar workers.

Blake performed well, and Martin would reward her with a lollipop.

If the performance is not good, Martin will punish her severely with a big stick to impress her so that she will not make the same mistake again.