American fame and fortune

Gray Film and Television has been busy for nearly two consecutive weeks, and Benjamin Calvin got the initial budget for "Zombie Gigolo".

"1.2 million US dollars?" Benjamin almost collapsed when he saw this figure: "I told the boss that it can be done with a maximum of 1 million US dollars."

Prouss, the head of the budget team, said: "Ben, you asked for Fuhuadao Online, special effects, and a lot of action scenes. It took four months from pre-production to post-production to catch up with this year's Savannah. For the film festival, $1.2 million can’t be less.”

Benjamin sat down on the chair: "The boss can't give the green light."

Prowse whispered: "There is another way, shoot in the old fashion, make a late-night show."

"Late-night movies? I'm fed up with stupid late-night movies!" Benjamin stood up abruptly: "What I want to shoot is a theater movie, a movie that can be screened in theaters, even if it's only shown in Zuozhou."

Prowse said: "I have no choice, unless you can attract investment from the outside."

Benjamin threw the budget report on the desk: "Where do I get investment? To sell ass?"

Prowse picked up the budget report: "There's only one way, and try to convince the boss."

Benjamin was silent, waited until Prowse left, picked up the phone and dialed Martin's number: "Martin, it's me, Ben, what's going on with you?"

Martin said: "Kelly will go back to Atlanta tomorrow, and some things must be discussed in person."

Benjamin asked, "How sure are you?"

In the bar, Martin put down the newspaper in his hand and said, "Director, something new?"

"The preliminary budget has come out." Benjamin was like a man who had vented his anger, extremely weak: "At least 1.2 million US dollars is needed."

It was a little less than Martin's estimated $1.5 million. He deliberately paused for a moment, making Benjamin feel very embarrassed, and said after a while: "We all have to find a way."

Benjamin said: "That's the only way."

Martin put away his mobile phone, the music in the bar was soothing and melodious, and Elena stood behind the bar, talking softly with the middle-aged female boss.

The middle-aged female boss had tasted a few glasses of wine mixed by Elena and recognized her standard.

Not long after, Elena came over quickly: "I'll tell you something..."

She quickly changed her words, removed the swear words that were on her lips every day, and used as civilized a language as possible: "Mary decided to hire me, the hourly salary is 7 dollars, and the tips are personal. I can go to work today."

"Congratulations." Martin stood up and hugged vigorously: "I'm right, you can do it!"

Elena kissed him forcefully: "You teach well."

Martin let go of his hand and asked her to sit down: "You have mastered all the flavors of paper airplanes. If anyone asks, just say that you invented the recipe. If someone wants to buy the recipe, you can sell it."

Elena said, "The paper airplane is yours."

Martin shook his head: "It's useless to me, but it's useful to you. Elena, I looked carefully, you have more talent than me in bartending, don't waste this talent, paper airplanes can help you gain fame in this industry."

Like dowels and penicillin, these things are only valuable if they are used.

It wasn't Martin's goal to be a bartender, either.

Elena is not the one to be coy: "Okay." She winked her eyes suddenly: "I will reward you well when I go back."

Martin tore off a corner of the newspaper, folded out a delicate paper airplane, and handed it to Elena: "For you."

Elena took it, saw there were customers at the bar, and said, "I'm going to work."

Martin picked up the newspaper and continued to read. The key pages of the "Atlanta Constitution" were all news about the anti-drug campaign by the DEA and the APD.

They fought hard in Nancheng, smashed one den after another, and arrested many big black dealers.

The phone vibrated, Martin took it out, Bruce called, and asked, "Are you here? I'm at the Clear Water Bar, a clean bar. I'll buy you a drink."

Bruce and Monica enter the bar together.

The latter stayed at the bar, asked for a glass of wine to talk to Elena, and Bruce came and sat across from Martin.

Martin ordered two glasses of wine and two plates of dried fruit, and asked, "Going to work normally?"

Bruce stared at Martin. "What the hell are you doing?"

In Atlanta, besides Elena and brother, the most trustworthy Martin is Old Bu. He said appropriately: "There is a deal, the two of us as middlemen?"

Bruce was very happy: "Tell me, who is it."

Martin was helpless: "Old Bu, we are good people and civilized people. Don't mess with people at every turn." He asked vaguely, "You scavenger, what else do you do besides messing with people?"

Bruce understood what Martin was asking, and didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "Do you eat avocados? This thing is very popular in the United States, and the price is rising every year. It is very dependent on imports from Mexico, but it is not easy to get an import license. "

Martin didn't understand avocados, but he understood Bruce's words and said, "I want to lobby Vincent to invest in the film."

Bruce frowned: "Vincent may not accept it."

Martin also wanted to talk to Kelly, saying, "I'll see Vincent in two days."

Bruce said: "I can't hide the shit about the club from you, you stinky shit, but I won't help you with this matter. You know where Vincent is, and you can go see him anytime."

Martin stopped talking and changed the subject directly to talk about other things with Bruce.

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At Atlanta International Airport, Erica, Julia and Kelly Gray walked out of the gate with their assistants.

People from the ATL Freedom Association have already been waiting here to pick up the plane.

Kelly saw Martin at a glance, just nodded slightly, and sent Erica and Julia to their respective cars to leave.

Martin took the luggage from Kelly and helped Ella put it into the trunk of the BMW.

After getting into the car, Kelly asked, "Why are you here?"

Martin flashed the ID on his chest: "I'm a full member of the Freedom Association, isn't it part of my job to pick up the vice chairman at the airport?"

Kelly thinks he's speaking in the wrong way: "What's wrong with your accent?"

"Practice Hollywood pronunciation, every day," says Martin.

The two chatted for a while, and the car soon arrived at Kelly's apartment in the city center.

Martin took her luggage and sent her up.

After entering the door, Kelly kicked off her high heels, lay on the sofa crookedly, and stretched her waist: "It's better to be at home."

Martin walked to the wine cabinet: "Do you want a drink?"

"I'm not a female alcoholic." Kelly tilted her head and looked at Martin, and asked, "I'm surprised that you didn't go to Los Angeles with that female pervert."

Martin went over, sat next to Kelly, and took out a USB flash drive and handed it to her: "Louise left you a suggestion on the transformation of the car production center. She said you know the encryption code."

Kelly sat up and put away the USB flash drive: "This waste has a conscience."

Martin hesitated: "There is one more thing. Director Benjamin asked me."

Kelly reacted very quickly: "He asked you to lobby zombie gigolos?"

"Yes, he did say that." Martin was between Benjamin and Kelly, and of course his butt was sitting on Kelly's side: "The minimum budget made by the budget team was as high as 1.2 million US dollars."

Kelly nodded slightly: "The investment is too high."

Martin said: "When you were in Washington, Benjamin called me several times. I didn't know how to answer, so I asked Louise for advice. She discussed with me a topic you mentioned last time."

Kelly asked, "What topic?"

Martin lowered his voice: "You told Louise last time that you would rather cooperate with money laundering."

Kelly's attitude was similar to that of Louise: "I thought it was a big deal, but it turned out to be this." She asked back: "Why, can you find funding?"

Martin nodded: "After you said it last time, I paid attention, and I have some eyebrows."