American Fame and Fortune

Chapter 63 Putting it together

The club was not open yet, so Bruce came over early and saw Martin sitting alone in front of the bar, drinking wine slowly.

Martin picked up the account book and threw it to Lao Bu: "Don't worry, I won't drink for free, it will all be recorded in your account."

Bruce took the ledger and entered the bar: "You stinking piece of shit, be a human being!"

Martin took a sip of wine and put on a serious look: "Man, if one day I become a star, hire this **** like you to be my scavenger."

 Bruce took out a white bottle from his pocket and placed it in front of Martin: "Here you go."

 Martin looked down and saw that it was a bottle of Vaseline: "What do I want it for?"

Bruce struck a fatal blow: "Someday you are blasted by the producer, or you want to blast the producer, this will come in handy."

 Martin gave him two middle fingers.

 At the club foyer, a man and woman turned around.

 Wearing tight sportswear freely, his body is covered in lumps and flesh, and Bruce shrinks his head when he sees it.

 The man walks with his legs spread apart, like a giant humanoid crab with legs that don’t stick together.

 Sofia and her beloved little toy Scott.

“Hi, Lao Bu.” Sofia greeted at the bar: “We have time to chat alone. I miss you very much.”

Bruce didn’t dare to answer the question, so he forced a smile and watched Sophia go upstairs.

Scott walked over with a splayed figure and said: "Have a glass of beer."

 Martin patted the chair next to him: "Sit."

Scott glared at him: "Did you do it on purpose?"

  Martin forgot: "I'm sorry." Thinking that Lily and Hall had to live without guardians, he reminded: "Withdraw the money as soon as you have almost earned it. Don't make enough money for medical treatment in the end."

“Originally, I planned to withdraw.” Scott was about to cry.

Bruce asked: "Are you completely passive in being beaten?"

Scott took a long sip of beer: "I took some initiative, but I saw that her body was full of muscles and her head was full of Michael Tyson."

 Martin said casually: "You can be Holyfield."

Scott said: "I don't bite people's ears!"

 Martin remembered one thing and reminded him specifically: "Harris has applied for college."

"What's the point of going to college? Working early is the right way." Scott shook his head: "I know, these **** never let me worry."

 …

In the office on the second floor, Sophia stood by the glass door, looked at Martin in the lobby on the first floor, and said, "I asked someone from the Free Association to inquire specifically. He has a close relationship with Kelly Gray."

Vincent turned around his laptop: "I specifically checked and asked my friends in Los Angeles that money laundering is normal in the film and television industry."

Sophia waved her hand: "More than that, you are too focused on the club and money laundering itself, ignoring the most important point. The Gray family has some power in Georgia, and our underground casino business is also guaranteed, and maybe we can get a normal import and export license. With the certificate, the smuggling business is back on track.”

She kept talking: "Don't underestimate avocado. Its market and profits are so big that it will drive Mexican dealers crazy. I think it won't be long before an avocado war breaks out between Mexican dealers and plantations. If we turn from darkness to light, perhaps…"

 “Stop, stop.” Vincent couldn’t keep up with Sophia’s thoughts: “The key now is whether we should do it or not.”

Sofia said: "I think we should get in touch. This is an opportunity. I will communicate with your father."

Vincent also made up his mind: "I will go and talk to Gray Company first to see the specific situation."

Sofia was about to leave: "Call me after we finish talking. I'm going to take my little darling to play games."

 She went downstairs and passed the bar, and Scott followed her obediently.

 “Old Boo.” Sophia raised her finger at Bruce again: “Let’s do it together.”

Bruce wouldn't even dare to let out a fart. After the people left, Martin looked at Bruce sympathetically: "Old Bu, no need to say more, don't shed tears, I understand."

Bruce turned away and swore never to speak to this **** again.

 Martin went upstairs again and felt very comfortable when he left. It was too difficult to be a leading actor. This time he did all the work of an independent producer.

 Production companies and investors run on both sides, using one to seduce the other to form a deal.

Martin returned to Kelly's apartment, dragged out the sleeping Kelly Gray, whipped her severely, and then carried her into a warm bathtub, where he talked about the situation while soaking in the hot water.

Of course Kelly Gray will not participate personally: "I will send someone to talk, but you and I will not be involved."

Martin understood what she meant: "I'm just soliciting investments normally. Out of gratitude to my former boss, I told him an investment opportunity. I don't know anything else." He rested his head on Kelly: "I'm exhausted, a leading actor. , how much work has been done.”

Kelly Gray reminded: "You are still the production manager, and you have your job."

Martin remembered another thing: "The male troupe of Beast House are ready-made gigolos. I proposed to bring them in, and hinted that they would be paid through remuneration. Then their remuneration would definitely be inflated. As the leading actor, I The salary can’t be lower than theirs, right?”

Kelly felt very comfortable now: "If the deal is really successful, you will be the first to contribute, and no one will take your remuneration into account."

 The two took a nice hot bath, rinsed themselves off, and chatted for a while.

 Martin took out the BMW keys from his pocket and prepared to return them.

 Kelly waved her hand: "I'll give it to you."

“Rich lady, do you really want to support me?” Martin put the key in his pocket, shamelessly: “How much is your weekly allowance? Where is the house?”

Kelly didn’t joke with him: “So many things have happened recently, and we did a lot of them together.”

"I understand." Martin made a zipper motion on his lips: "I have always been very strict with my mouth, and I can keep secrets better than the dead."

 Kelly went to change her dress: "Let's go, come and have dinner with me."

Martin praised: "The happy life of being kept has finally begun."

After eating steak for dinner, Kelly Gray made a phone call, and Martin took her to the company to meet with Dave, Gray’s vice president and late-night producer.

 Leave it to Dave to discuss the specific matters.

 After sending Kelly back, Martin sat in the car alone and stayed quietly for a while.

It took him more than three months to go from being a poor boy from the slums and a pure background artist when he first arrived, to becoming the leading actor in a theater movie with an investment of millions of dollars.

 The difficulties, calculations and struggles during this period, Martin felt, were the only way to success.

 I am a little tired, but it is better than just lying down and making money.

 He started the BMW 7 and drove out of the underground parking lot of the apartment. Before he got on the highway, he received a call from Bruce.

“The main members of the South City gang are all finished. Boyette will probably spend more than ten years in prison picking up soap.” Bruce made a U-turn and forgot about the oath he made: “You can go back, there shouldn’t be any problems.”

Martin said: "Thank you, Lao Bu, I'll treat you to dinner another day."

 Bruce suddenly said: "Tell you something, Monica broke up with me."

 Martin was surprised: “Why?”

Bruce, a bad person, immediately put the blame on Martin: "It's all your fault. You gave me Kate Winslet's photo. I couldn't help but show it to her several times in a row. She called tonight and said I'm perverted."

 Martin added salt to the wound: "You are a pervert."

The other side cut off the call directly.

It will be released on April 1st. There will be a lottery for the first order when it is released. I will send out a single chapter description when it is released.

 (End of this chapter)