American fame and fortune

In the shooting gallery, Martin wore a headset and held a Beretta 92f, shooting at moving targets one by one.

After a long period of practice, coupled with his own talent, his marksmanship has gradually developed into a certain shape, and he can ensure that the gun hits the target when he shoots a moving target.

After a magazine is finished, the electronic target will automatically report the result.

Martin turned his head, took off his headset, and asked Bruce, "Can I officially become a member of civilized people?"

Bruce said: "A truly civilized person must have rich practical experience."

Martin shook his head again and again: "I'm doing it for filming and self-defense, fighting against others? I'd rather be a turtle." He was still very curious: "What else do I lack in actual combat?"

Bruce didn't speak, put on the headset, stood in front of the target, picked up the pistol, and fired.

The same shot hit, but the number of rings was not as good as Martin's result just now.

Martin understood, and said, "Shooting speed."

Bruce nodded: "That's right, shooting speed, real encounters, how can there be extra time for you to fully aim, often whoever shoots faster will survive."

Martin shook his head and sighed: "Your hand speed of being single for more than 30 years is not comparable to someone like me who started messing around in his teens."

"People like you will be beaten to death sooner or later." Bruce reloaded the magazine: "I told you about shooting, and you showed me how many women you have."

Martin turned back to the topic: "Have you read the comics, can the bullet turn in reality be realized?"

Bruce said: "I've never encountered it, but throwing your hands is pure nonsense. Guidance technology should be able to achieve it, and the cost...isn't worth it."

Martin went back to the target, put on earplugs, and continued shooting.

He deliberately increased his shooting speed.

Bruce knew that Martin was preparing for an action gunfight movie, and he also talked with Martin about some actual combat cases and experiences during the shooting interval.

After more than an hour, Mene found him.

Bruce had already booked the lounge, and the three of them went there together, drinking and chatting.

Martin offered Mene a bottle of drink and asked, "How are your two auditions going?"

Mene looked frustrated. "It's all screwed up."

Bruce was quite surprised: "Isn't there a cast female director who is fifty years old?"

"At first, I thought the hand... no, it was the mouth to the role." Mei Nei unscrewed the drink bottle, took a big gulp, and said, "Who the hell would have thought that the casting director was a lesbian."

Martin couldn't help laughing: "You can't play well."

After getting along with Menet for a long time, Bruce also gradually let go of the prejudice of skin color, and patted Menet on the shoulder: "That's good, so as not to become a sausage mouth again."

Mene raised his head slightly: "Boss, Boo, although I failed these two auditions, I still have another chance. Remember the woman who picked me up at the Avalon Bar? Her name is Victoria."

Martin thought carefully about the night he met Anne Hathaway: "The one in his forties?"

Mene nodded: "That's her."

Bruce exclaimed: "Dude, I have progressed from my fifties to my forties, amazing!"

Mene smiled cheerfully: "I think so too." He continued what he said just now: "Victoria said that she works for a film foundation and can help me introduce characters."

Hearing this, Martin felt that something was wrong: "Is she reliable? Isn't she a liar?"

Mene scratched her head: "What can she lie to me?"

"Cheating money and sex?" Bruce glanced at Mene, then subconsciously shook his head.

Mene spread his hands: "I have no money, but I'm still a man."

Martin opened the briefcase, took out some materials, and handed them to Mene: "The project I mentioned when I called you is a supporting role, a gunsmith who is good at using firearms. I have time to practice guns during this period, so I can learn more about firearms. .”

Mene responded immediately: "Boss, I'm fine."

Martin needs a younger brother who can resist thunder: "I established a film studio, and you join in as a production manager with a salary of $500 a week. Later, you follow Lao Bu to register a film studio."

He had communicated with Mene on the phone. Mene had worked in Hollywood for several years and knew there were risks involved, but opportunities always come with risks. Ninety-nine out of ten actors in Los Angeles want to find such opportunities, but they have no connections.

Mene responded immediately: "Boss, what do you say and how I do it."

Martin gave Menet some more careful instructions.

This is too common in Hollywood. Each film establishes a separate accounting company, and there must always be employees of the company on top. Those who come forward are often trusted and reused personnel.

Martin remembered one thing: "Old Bu, you can buy an extra batch of Coke in 2003 and keep it safe."

Bruce has already taken action: "I contacted Robert, and he has collected a lot of Coke produced by the original Atlanta factory in 2003. The taste is absolutely pure, and I will send a batch later."

Martin reminded: "We will pay for it."

Mene was very curious: "Boss, it will be 2005 soon, can you still drink Coke from 2003?"

"Special purpose." Martin had a strange idea: "How about we set up a sect?"

Bruce understood Martin's nature, and immediately answered: "The Mormon type?"

"Mormonism!" Mene raised his hands and mouth in agreement: "I like Mormonism the most! Boss, if you become the leader of the church, can you give me a high priest or a bishop of the diocese?"

"You two, full of thoughts!" Martin was angry at the younger brothers who only know how to do bad things and have no serious thinking: "My idea is to establish a Coke God cult. Don't think about it, high priest. I have already chosen. The vice-principal is still fine."

Menet asked, "What about the purpose of the sect?"

Martin thought about it for a while: "Coke Wushuang?"

Bruce snorted: "What theory?"

"The Cult of Coca-Cola is just an idea for the time being. I don't have the money and influence, so I'll just stay on paper." Martin decided to impart a little secret: "When the Coke arrives, each of you will take a few. Before doing important things, you can Drink a can."

Bruce said, "Will you clean up our shit then?"

Martin didn't bother to say any more: "Let's go, Lao Bu treats you at noon."

Bruce glanced at the time: "I'm not free at noon, I'm going to Jin's place."

Martin was curious: "Have you decided to be the leading actor?"

Menei couldn't understand: "Old Bu is also going to be an actor?"

Martin deliberately said: "The kind that will become popular all over the world in the future."

Bruce is an old scumbag: "I haven't made up my mind yet, I'll hang her up for now, don't promise, don't give up."

Mene said at this time: "Victoria has an appointment with me at noon, and I will go there too."

Bruce and Mene left the club first, and Martin was alone, and it was no fun to go out again. It happened that the club provided a buffet, so he simply had lunch at the shooting club.

Martin took some food and sat alone in a quiet place. Just as he was about to eat, someone walked up to him.

"What a coincidence, Martin." The visitor greeted him proactively.

Martin recalled a little, and remembered who the opponent was, Pinto, Mike Vogel's agent who was dueling the Rattlesnake.

He nodded slightly: "Hello."

Pinto pulled out the chair and sat opposite Martin: "It's rare to see you going to the company recently, Thomas didn't help you find a new job?"

Martin, of course, would not tell him the truth: "There is still one movie that hasn't been released, so don't worry."

Pinto came here specially: "I have a few good projects on hand, not the company's resources, I have a good relationship with several producers of 20th Century Fox and Universal Pictures, and their projects will be recommended by me first. "

Martin seemed to see a hoe: "From filming the Wax Museum to now, I haven't had a good rest. This time is very precious to me."

Pinto did not give up easily, and asked, "I remember the company you came to last December? It will be a year next month."

Martin's first brokerage contract was for a one-year period: "I have no plan to leave WMA, and I will renew my contract with the company at that time."

Seeing that the other party didn't answer at all, Pinto frowned slightly, and said again: "There are several characters in big production projects, you really don't want to listen?"

His words became straightforward: "I have been in the industry for 8 years. I have an independent office, personal connections and resource networks, which are not comparable to those of small brokers."

Martin said in his heart that this has not been a big success yet, and there are more and more good people around him.

Pinto moved closer and lowered his voice: "As long as you turn to me, you will be my number one customer, and all the resources in my hands will be given priority to you."

Martin looked at Pinto. Thomas was indeed a step behind Pinto, and the office was the most direct reflection.

His and Thomas' golden partner and the like are naturally nonsense.

If the opponent is an agent at the level of Ali Emmanuel or Jim White, Martin will respond without saying a word.

In Martin's eyes, Pinto may not be better than Thomas. He specifically reminded: "I remember that poaching each other is strictly prohibited within the company."

Pinto couldn't help laughing: "But when the client's contract expires, you can choose a new broker on your own initiative, and you will have a chance to choose a new broker next month."

Martin asked directly: "What good am I?"

Pinto said: "Have you heard of Fox's epic project? It's about Jerusalem and the Crusades. It's an investment of hundreds of millions of dollars. The producer and I have been friends for many years and can help you win the leading actor. The worst I can get a supporting actor."

Martin stared at Pinto with surprise on his face.

Pinto thought he was moved, and smiled slightly: "I can tell you in advance that the director is Ridley Scott, a first-line director, A-type production, and has the opportunity to compete for the leading actor."

These words are obviously deceitful. Martin can be sure of this. As far as he is now, what can he fight with the elf prince?

He euphemistically said: "This matter is too big, I need to discuss it with the manager."

Pinto could hear the meaning of Martin's words. Seeing what he said, he didn't force him any more. He nodded, "I hope you make a wise choice."

Martin had already made a choice in his heart.

After lunch, Martin took a lunch break in the lounge, and Martin waited until Lao Bu came back, and went to the field to practice shooting together.

That night, he changed into a dress and accompanied Louise to Kate Winslet's rally party.