American fame and fortune

Listening to these words, Martin thought of the non-stop drifting in his previous life, the dealers wandering around Clayton, and the corpses that fell before the muzzle of the shotgun.

Who wants to lie at the bottom and act as a stepping stone for others?

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

Who would want to be whipped like a donkey and work hard only to turn around in circles?

Martin drank the wine in his glass in one gulp: "Whoever grabs me, I will kick him into hell; whoever blocks me, I will push him into a cliff; whoever is on top, I will throw him into a fire pit. Louise, no matter how bad the future is, can it be worse than me before?"

"What do I have to lose? If I fail, I'll come back to be a gigolo, or go to the Sacred Valley to make movies! I don't want to be a poor ghost and stay at the bottom all my life!"

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

Louise understood as soon as she heard it: "So that's how it is." She smiled: "A bastard and a rotten mire are a perfect match."

"Please continue." Martin poured wine for the two of them again. No matter how many news and rumors he had read in his previous life, they were all watching from the sidelines, far inferior to the personal experience of Louise, a producer.

Louise said: "You want to really develop, leave Atlanta and go to Los Angeles. The preferential policies in Georgia will attract more and more Hollywood crews, but Toronto, Australia and Morocco, which did similar things many years ago, they can't. It’s a birthplace of stars, a normal Hollywood crew, where the main cast and crew are cast before they leave L.A.”

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

"Hollywood accent?" Martin was a little taken aback, but quickly understood: "A common accent in Hollywood movies, right?"

Louise reminded: "Daily self-correction, you also need to find a professional teacher for guidance. I haven't found a professional training institution in Atlanta. You have to learn both a Hollywood accent and a British accent, which can increase your core competitiveness."

This kind of professional opinion is so precious, Martin kept it all in his heart: "I will go to the Atlanta branch of Savannah Art Institute tomorrow."

Louise said again: "It's important, don't hesitate when you see an opportunity, don't care whether the means are despicable, whether you are shameless, winning is the most important thing. You won, everything in the past, everyone will call it inspirational; you If you lose, no one will care about your integrity."

Martin said suddenly, "Can I do something to you?"

"What?" Louise, a drunkard and pervert, unconsciously drifted down her eyes.

Martin picked up the glass, adding to the atmosphere: "My genius-like brain has thought of several cocktail ideas."

Louise gritted her teeth: "You are such a bastard! You should be rolling in the mud all your life! You wait, I will bite off your mortar and make it into a shaker!"

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

"Shameless, shameless, you do have the potential to climb up, now give me a new recipe." Hobbies are more attractive than work, Louise made a straightforward transaction without any disguise: "This year... I am busy with work, and there is still a film producer, and I am going to Morocco."

She counted the time: "Well, if you go to Los Angeles around the new year, I will recommend you to the agency. Your acting skills are no problem. I watched every scene you filmed, because you make me very satisfied." Come on, let me give you a little help."

Martin went back to the beginning: "Where's the zombie gigolo? Put down the money."

Louise saw Martin bring a pen and paper, write down the name and quantity of the wine, and said, "The male lead of a theatrical movie is a very important qualification. Bastard, remember this sentence well, and choose the crew at the initial stage." And characters, I would rather be the head of a flock of chickens than the tail of a phoenix."

She took the paper that Martin had finished writing, kissed it hard, folded it and put it away carefully: "Most of Hollywood's film investment comes from platters, such as my company, which never shoots films independently."

"In such a crew, there are always various relationships and interests that need to be balanced. Even if I am an executive producer, I can't recommend an actor who has no ability and qualifications for an important role. The producer and the production company will not pass the test. Tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars in benefits, you think for yourself."

Martin sighed: "I have to get the male lead of this million dollar project first."

Louise thought of something happy, and laughed happily: "When I recommend you, I can't show Ma Zhen's clip, right?"

"Can I help find funds, Kelly accept?" Martin said vaguely, "She mentioned money laundering last time."

Louise didn't care at all: "Money laundering is the norm in the film and television industry, and those platter projects in Hollywood are all laundering money. Keep a good account, keep a low profile, the key is to pay taxes in full, and everyone launders together."

She had another drink with Martin: "Most Hollywood movies lose money, but huge amounts of money pour in from all over the world. Are investors stupid? Let's put it this way, without a steady stream of black money, the film and television industry would not be what it is today. Prosperity."

Martin believed, because he had seen it before, and Hollywood must be more fun than there.

Louise smiled even more happily: "You can find a stable and controllable source of funds for Gray's company, and Kelly can promise all your requests."

Martin was on point, steady and in control.

He stopped talking and clinked glasses with Louise: "You are similar.""

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

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In the setting sun, people come and go on Saijo Street.

Long lines formed in front of the House of the Beast and the Black Bar.

Most of the male customers will go to the black bar for a drink first, and then go to the opposite side to hook up after ten o'clock.

The bar hadn't opened yet, and Poyet was supervising his subordinates moving drinks when he suddenly received a call.

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

Only two words were said over there: "Let's go."

Hearing the sound of the phone hanging up, Poyet touched his crotch, took out his gun, and without notifying his men, got into the warehouse, opened a secret door, went in and closed it from the inside, and picked up the flashlight that was on the side. , bent over and crawled forward.

Before climbing far, he opened another door, entered the sewer, and ran along the sewer.

Coming out of the reserved location, he quickly entered the apartment building next to him, opened a room, and changed his clothes.

Poyet came to the window and looked at Saijo Avenue. More than a dozen cars with DEA ​​logos rushed past from all directions, surrounded the black bar, and heavily armed agents quickly entered the bar.

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

He raised his middle finger over there: "You bastards who discriminate against black people!"

Cursing and scolding, Poyet didn't dare to stay longer, opened the drawer and took out a car key, and quickly stayed away from this area.

When he got into the car, his few brain cells frantically turned away, thinking that everything had to do with Adam Smith.

Adam Smith was arrested, and Poyet didn't take it seriously when he got the news, just looking for someone to ask.

In the whole of Atlanta, there are not a thousand, but eight hundred companies that do this.

The DEA is now calling.

Poyet reflected on the ins and outs of the last time he saw Adam Smith.

What is wrong.