American fame and fortune

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

Martin picked up the accounting book and threw it to Old Bu: "Don't worry, I won't drink for free, it's all on your account."

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

Martin took a sip of his drink and put on a serious face: "Dude, if one day I become a star, hire you piece of shit to be my scavenger."

Bruce took out a white bottle from his pocket and put it in front of Martin: "Give it to you."

Martin looked down, and it turned out to be a bottle of Vaseline: "What do I want it for?"

Bruce delivered a fatal blow: "Someday you will be blown up by the producer, or if you want to blow up the producer, it will come in handy."

Martin gave him two middle fingers.

On the other side of the club foyer, a man and a woman turned around.

Wearing tight sportswear freely, with bumps all over his body, Bruce shrank his head when he saw it.

The man walked with split legs, like a big humanoid crab whose legs were not inseparable.

Sophia and her beloved toy, Scott.

"Hi, Boo." Sophia greeted at the bar: "Let's chat alone sometime, I miss you very much."

Bruce didn't dare to answer, forced a smile, and watched Sophia go upstairs.

Scott stepped forward and wobbled over: "Have a glass of beer."

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

Scott glared at him: "You did it on purpose?"

Martin forgot: "I'm sorry." Thinking that Lily and Hall could not live without a guardian, he reminded: "Just withdraw the money you earn, and don't make enough money to see a doctor in the end."

"I originally planned to withdraw." Scott wanted to cry but had no tears.

Bruce asked, "Are you completely passive?"

Scott took a swig of his beer: "I got some initiative, but I saw her with muscles and Michael Tyson in her head."

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 applied to college."

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

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

Vincent turned his laptop around: "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, your eyes are too limited to the club and money laundering itself, ignoring the most important point. The Gray family has some energy in Zuozhou, and our underground casino business is also guaranteed, and maybe we can get normal import and export licenses." The smuggling business is on the right track.”

She kept talking: "Don't underestimate the avocado. Its market and profits are so big that it will drive the Mexican traders crazy. I don't think it will take long before the avocado war will break out between the Mexican traders and the plantations. If we turn from the dark to the bright, perhaps……"

"Stop, stop." Vincent couldn't keep up with Sophia's thoughts: "The key now is whether we should do it."

Sophia 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'll talk to Gray Company first to see the specific situation."

Sophia was about to leave: "Call me after talking, I'm going to take my little boy to play games."

She went downstairs, past the bar, and Scott obediently followed.

"Old Bu." Sophia hooked her fingers at Bruce again: "Let's go together."

Bruce didn't dare fart.

When the man left, Martin looked at Bruce sympathetically: "Old Bu, don't say too much, don't cry, I understand."

Bruce turned away, vowing never to speak to the wretch again.

Martin went upstairs again and left feeling refreshed. Being a leading actor is too difficult, and this time he did all the work of an independent producer.

The production company and the investor run on both sides, using one to seduce the other, and make a deal.

Martin went back to Kelly's apartment, dragged the sleeping Kelly Gray out, whipped her hard, and then carried her into the warm bathtub, soaking in the hot bath and talking about the situation.

Of course, Kelly Gray will not participate in person: "I will send someone to talk about it, and neither you nor I will be involved."

Martin understood what she meant: "I just pull investment normally. Out of gratitude to my former boss, I told him an investment opportunity. I don't know anything else." He pillowed on Kelly: "I'm exhausted, a leading actor , How much work did you do?"

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

Martin remembered another thing: "The Boys of the Beast are ready-made gigolos. I proposed to bring them in, and implied that they would be paid inflated by then. My leading man The pay can’t be lower than theirs, right?”

Kelly will feel very comfortable now: "If the negotiation is really successful, you are the first to do it, and no one will take your salary as an account."

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

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

Kelly waved her hand: "I'll see you off."

"Rich woman, do you really want to take care of me?" Martin put the keys in his pocket shamelessly, "How much pocket money do you have every week? 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 movement around his mouth: "I have always been strict with my mouth, and I can keep secrets better than dead people."

Kelly went to change her dress: "Let's go, accompany me to dinner."

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

After eating steak for dinner, Kelly Gray called, and Martin took her to the company to meet Dave, Gray's vice president and late-night film producer.

The specific matters will be discussed by Dave.

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

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

During the difficulties, calculations and struggles, Martin felt that they were the only way to success.

Tired is a little tired, it's better than just lying down and making money.

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

"The main members of the South City gang are all finished. Poyet is estimated to spend more than ten years in prison." Bruce swore the oath, and turned around and forgot: "You can go back, there shouldn't be any problems."

Martin said, "Thanks, Boo, I'll treat you to dinner another day."

Bruce said suddenly: "I'll tell you something, Monica broke up with me."

Martin was surprised: "Why?"

Bruce, a bad guy, immediately blamed Martin: "It's all your fault, you gave me a picture of Kate Winslet, I couldn't help but add it, let her see it several times in a row, she called tonight and said I'm perverted."

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

The phone was cut off right there.

It will be on the shelves on April 1st, there will be a lucky draw for the first order when it is on the shelves, and I will issue a single chapter explaining it when it is on the shelves.