American Fame and Fortune

Chapter 56 The worst case scenario is entering the Sacred Valley

Hearing these words, Martin thought of the endless wanderings of his past life, the dealers wandering around Clayton, and the corpses lying in front of the shotgun muzzles.

Who is willing to lie at the bottom and serve as a stepping stone for others?

Who wants to be drained of all the essence like an ore?

Who wants to be whipped like a donkey but can only run in circles?

Martin drank the wine in one gulp: "Whoever grabs me, I will kick him into hell; whoever blocks me, I will push him into the cliff; whoever is on top, I will throw him into a pit of fire. Louise, can you be worse than me in the future?"

"What do I have to lose? If I fail, the worst I can do is come back and work as a gigolo, or the worst I can go to the Sacred Valley to make a movie! I don't want to be a poor man and be at the bottom of my life!"

The left corner of his mouth grinned: "Did you know? Adam Smith, who is most likely to be the protagonist of "Zombie Gigolo", was arrested by the DEA."

 Louise understood it as soon as she heard it: "So that's it." She smiled: "Assholes and quagmire are the perfect match."

“Please continue.” Martin poured wine for the two of them again. No matter how many news and rumors he had seen in his previous life, they were all from the sidelines, far less than Louise’s personal experience as a producer.

Louise said: "If you want to really develop, leave Atlanta and go to Los Angeles. Georgia's preferential policies will attract more and more Hollywood crews, but Toronto, Australia and Morocco have done similar things many years ago, and they cannot Being the birthplace of stars, a normal Hollywood crew, the main cast and crew finalize the candidates before they leave Los Angeles.”

She pointed at Martin's mouth: "Accent, your southern accent is fine for marginal roles with few lines, but for roles with many lines, no, you can't have a Hollywood accent. Of course, it doesn't matter for zombie gigolos, the character setting is Southern vampire zombie."

 “Hollywood accent?” Martin was slightly surprised, but quickly understood: “It’s a common accent in Hollywood movies, right?”

Louise reminded: "Daily self-correction, you also need to find professional teachers for guidance. I have not found any professional training institutions in Atlanta. You can learn both Hollywood accent and British accent, which can increase your core competitiveness."

This kind of professional advice is so valuable, Martin kept it all in mind: "I'm going to the Savannah College of Art Atlanta branch tomorrow."

Louise added: "The important thing is, don't hesitate when you see an opportunity, don't care whether the means are despicable or whether you are shameless, winning is the most important thing. If you win, everyone will call it inspirational; if you win, everyone will call it inspirational. If you lose, no one will care about your integrity.”

 Martin suddenly said: "Can I use some tricks on you?"

 “What?” Louise, a drunkard and pervert, looked down unconsciously.

 Martin picked up the wine glass and added to the atmosphere: "My genius brain has come up with several more cocktail ideas."

 Louise gritted her teeth: "You are such a bastard! You should wallow in the mire for the rest of your life! Just wait, I will bite off your mortar and make it into a cocktail shaker!"

How thick-skinned is Martin: "A shaker that produces its own liquor?"

"You have no shame and no sense of shame. You do have the potential to climb up. Now give me a new formula." Hobby is more attractive than work. Louise did not hide anything and made a straightforward deal: "This year... I will work this year I’m busy, and I have a movie to produce, and I’m going to Morocco.”

She calculated the time: "In this way, when you go to Los Angeles around the New Year, I will recommend you to the agency. There is no problem with your acting skills. I have watched every scene you filmed, and I am very satisfied with you." Come on, I'll give you some help."

 Martin goes back to the beginning: "Where's the zombie gigolo? Let's put down the funds and let's not talk about it."

Louise saw Martin taking a pen and paper, writing the name of the wine and the amount, and said: "Being the leading actor in a theatrical movie is a very important qualification. Bastard, remember this sentence and choose the crew at the beginning. With the role, I would rather be the head of a group of chickens than the tail of a phoenix.”

She took the paper that Martin had written on, kissed it hard, folded it and put it away carefully: "Most of Hollywood's film investments come from platters. For example, my company never shoots movies independently."

"For such a crew, there are always various relationships and interests that need to be balanced. Even if I serve as the executive producer, I cannot recommend an actor without ability and qualifications for an important role. The producer and the production company cannot pass the test. Tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars in benefits, you think about it yourself.”

 Martin sighed: "I first need to find the male protagonist of this million-dollar project."

Louise thought of something happy and burst out laughing: "When I recommend you, I can't show you the clips of Ma Zhen, right?"

"I can help find the funds, Kelly accepts?" Martin said vaguely: "She mentioned money laundering last time."

 Louise doesn’t care at all: “Money laundering is the norm in the film and television industry, and all Hollywood platter projects are laundering money. Keep good accounts, keep a low profile, the key is to pay taxes in full, and let everyone launder together.”

She had another drink with Martin: "Most Hollywood movies lose money, but huge amounts of money are pouring in from all over the world. Are investors stupid? Let's put it this way, without a steady stream of black gold, the film and television industry would not be what it is today. Prosperity. ”   Martin believes that because he has seen it before, and Hollywood is definitely better than over there.

Louis smiled even more happily: "You can find a stable and controllable source of funds for Gray Company, and Kelly can meet all your requirements."

 Martin got the point right, stable and controllable.

 He said no more and clinked glasses with Louise: "You're about the same."

Louise was proud: "I'm from Hollywood." She looked directly at Martin: "Only cocktails are not enough, I also need penicillin."

 …

 At sunset, people are coming and going on Saijo Street.

 Long queues formed in front of the House of Beasts and the Black Bar.

Most male customers will go to the black bar to have a drink first, wait until ten o'clock, and then go to the opposite side to hook up with someone.

The bar has not yet opened. Boyette was supervising his men to move the drinks when he suddenly received a call.

 He pointed at Diego, then turned to the warehouse and asked, "What's going on with that idiot Adam Smith?"

 There were only two words said on the other side: "Go quickly."

Listening to the sound of the phone hanging up, Boyet touched his crotch, took out his gun, and without notifying his men, got into the warehouse, opened a secret door, entered and closed it from the inside, and picked up the flashlight prepared on the side. , bent over and crawled forward.

 Having not climbed far, he opened another door, entered the sewer, and ran wildly along the sewer.

 Come out of the reserved place, quickly enter the apartment building next to it, open a room, and change clothes.

Poyet came to the window and looked towards Saijo Street. More than a dozen cars with DEA ​​logos rushed past from everywhere and surrounded the black bar. The heavily armed agents quickly entered the bar.

"These lunatics!" Boyette couldn't help but curse: "There are so many goods in Atlanta, why are they targeting me? Because I'm from a black gang in South City?"

He raised his **** and said, "You **** who discriminate against black people!"

  After being scolded, Boyet did not dare to stay any longer. He opened the drawer, took out a car key, and hurried away from this area.

 Driving the car, his few brain cells were racing away. Everything he thought about was related to Adam Smith.

 Adam Smith was arrested. Boyet received the news but didn't take it seriously. He just asked someone to inquire.

 In the whole of Atlanta, there are not only 1,000 but also 800 companies doing this.

 The DEA is now knocking on your door.

Poyet thought back to the last time he saw Adam Smith.

 What is wrong?

 (End of this chapter)