American fame and fortune

In the morning, Elena had just made breakfast, and Martin entered the gate of Carter's house on time with his hair washed.

Lily wanted to speak, but Martin raised his fist.

Elena asked, "Going to exercise?"

Martin pulled out his chair and sat down: "Persistence is not easy, and it cannot be interrupted."

Lily suddenly asked, "Is Martin in good physical strength?"

Elena's mind turned a little slower: "How do I know."

With a snap, the fork in Martin's hand sank into the most protruding point of the round loaf.

The spoon in Lili's hand fell off with a snap, she quickly picked it up, and continued eating as if nothing had happened.

Martin asked Harris, "How many copies did you sell?"

Harris beamed: "Six copies! Made $1,200."

"Even Lily, an idiot, can sell four copies." Elena was surprised: "Is this business easy?"

Martin said: "It can't be counted that way. The first customers are carefully selected."

Harris took the conversation and said in detail: "Of the six people I circled, five bought it, and the other was a passer-by."

Martin guessed that the passer-by must be Andrew.

Harris went back to the room and took out a bag, and wanted to give Martin half of the money.

Martin waved his hand: "It's my meal expenses."

Elena was never polite to Martin, and took it directly.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Scott limped in with a cloth bag.

All four of Elena's siblings were staring at him.

Scott smelled like alcohol, so he picked up a sandwich and ate it.

"What are you doing here?" Elena's tone was not very good.

After finishing the sandwich, Scott wiped off the sauce on his T-shirt, threw the cloth bag in the other hand on the sofa, looked at Elena and Harris, and said, "I only have these."

Martin guessed what was in the bag and looked at Scott curiously.

Elena opened the bag, and inside were six small rolls of twenty-dollar bills.

Harris asked: "Scott, these..."

Scott didn't speak at all, turned around and walked out, took a few steps, turned around suddenly, walked quickly to the bag, picked up a roll and stuffed it into his pocket: "I still need to buy wine and points."

He hesitated, then picked up another volume and stuffed it into his pocket.

With this move, Scott only had dollars in his eyes, and stretched out his hand again to grab the bag.

Elena snatched the bag and hid it behind her.

"All idiots, a bunch of trash!" Scott limped away.

Lily ran out and chased to the door, only to see Scott walking towards the stronghold of the new dealers without looking back.

She bowed her head back.

Elena handed the bag to Harris: "Don't waste it."

Martin added: "Scott doesn't have a hard time earning that money."

"He won't be a businessman?" Elena worried.

Martin said vaguely, "No."

Elena quietly reached out and took Martin's hand: "It's a good thing that bastard Jack is gone. Scott..."

She didn't know how to say it, and her voice lowered: "Scott has a nerve once in a while."

After breakfast, Elena gave Harris the car keys, and he and Lily continued to sell the stars, which was bound to sell the whole universe.

Martin took Elena to the mall to buy clothes.

"Someone actually bought the right to name stars." Elena felt unreal:

Martin said casually: "The land on the moon can be sold."

After buying clothes with Elena and having lunch together, Martin sent her to work at the Blue Water Bar, and drove to the Atlanta branch of the Savannah Art Institute to attend the language courses of the Acting Academy.

For a while later, Martin lived a very regular life, and basically studied during the day.

Occasionally ask Bruce to come out and continue to practice guns.

Not only for future career, but also for safety considerations.

In addition, Martin asked Kelly Gray to help collect data and study how Hollywood movies work.

These are what Martin lacks.

By September, Harris was in college, and Elena was making a name for herself in the bartending industry, enough to support her family in tips alone.

Faced with poaching competitors, the boss, Mary, had to raise her hourly wage to $10.

Martin also kept busy, spending most of his time at Gray's, dubbing the first cut of Zombie Gigolo.

He has the most roles in the film, and naturally has the most dubbing.

Director Benjamin has multiple roles, in addition to being an editor, he is also a dubbing director.

"Ah! Huh... Ha!"

In the dubbing room, the male voice sounded very weird, as if doing something shady: "Come on!"

After a period of dubbing ended, director Benjamin gave a thumbs up to the dubbing studio.

Martin put down the headset and came out, took the towel from the assistant, and wiped the sweat from his hands: "Ben, the few films you directed have given me a wealth of experience."

Benjamin said: "Don't be humble, you are born this way."

Martin shot back: "You are the most suitable person to go to the Sacred Valley, and the Sacred Valley needs you to save! Now the Sacred Valley movies are becoming more and more downplaying the plot, and there is no fun at all."

He came to Benjamin's side: "With your talent, you will definitely win a movie and win the best director."

Benjamin said, "I haven't found a wife yet."

Martin was surprised: "What does this have to do with finding a wife?"

"You don't know?" Benjamin saw that Martin didn't seem to be pretending, and said, "The one who can win the best director must either have his wife as the heroine, or his husband as the actor."

Martin sighed: "It's more ruthless than Oscar!"

After a few words of nonsense, people relaxed, and Martin entered the recording studio again.

The lines written by Benjamin fit well with the atmosphere of a B-movie.

Martin entered the state and gestured to the screen in the recording studio: "Either surrender to me, or I will blow your head off!"

When it came to the flying battle, Martin watched himself and Jenna flying in the air, fighting to the death.

He has rich experience in actual combat, and he can always shout the most appropriate howl at the most appropriate time.

The dubbing of this scene is over, and it's time for lunch.

Andrew ran over and asked Martin and Benjamin to have dinner at a nearby restaurant.

After eating, we discussed the dubbing in the afternoon.

Benjamin said something: "Martin, an outstanding actor, it is very necessary to strengthen in-depth communication with women. For example, in our film, an actor has enough practical experience, and the filming of the film went very smoothly."

Martin thinks it's quite right.

What the three of them were discussing was a very serious film art, and no one would want to be biased.

Benjamin added: "If these plays use inexperienced actors, even if I write all the lines, he knows what tone to use?"

He praised Martin: "You are that experienced young woman."

Martin almost spit out the soup in his mouth, and quickly changed the subject: "Ben, the post-production can be completed before mid-October."

Benjamin said: "No problem, everyone knows my high efficiency, and the film will definitely be completed before the Savannah Film Festival."