American fame and fortune

On Thanksgiving, an important holiday in the United States, the Carter siblings sent out a formal invitation early on, and Martin specially ordered a roast turkey.

In the afternoon, Elena prepared dinner in advance.

Martin called Harris, and together they went to the restaurant to pick up a roast turkey.

In the car, Harris talked about the business of stars: "I recruited a partner, and he helped create an official website for the Atlantic Astronomical Association. All customers who bought stars can check the corresponding records from the website in the future."

Martin agrees: "You're very thoughtful, and that increases customer trust."

Harris said: "This month's performance has increased by 100%, and the Astronomical Association sold 24 stars. Martin, I converted your income into shares, and you signed the agreement later."

He mentioned it several times, and seeing that he insisted, Martin responded, "I'll sign it when I get back."

The two took roast turkey, pumpkin pie, chocolate pie and other desserts, and returned to Carter's house.

Entering the living room, Martin found that the atmosphere was not right. Lily and Hall seemed to have cried, and Elena remained sullen and silent.

He put down the lunch box and asked, "What happened?"

Lily lowered her head and said, "Emma called just now."

"Which Emma?" Martin didn't realize it at the first time. Emma has long been gone in his life for the past six months.

Elena said: "Emma Carter, Scott's wife, my mother, your father's lover."

Martin made eighteen turns in his head, and the relationship was messed up.

He asked, "Emma is back? Where's Jack?"

Lily said loudly: "The bastard Jack abandoned Emma!"

Martin looked at Elena.

"Emma called from Hawaii, and Jack took all her money." Elena was in a very complicated mood: "Then disappeared."

Martin remembered the important question: "She didn't take out loan sharks, did she?"

"No." Elena signaled Martin to go out with him, and the two came to the yard. She said, "I'll go to the bank tomorrow to transfer $200 to her, and then book her a plane ticket from Hawaii to Atlanta."

She lowered her voice: "I can't trust her, but Lily and Hall better have a mother."

Martin grabbed her arm and proposed again: "Since Emma is back, you go to Los Angeles with me?"

Outside the wooden fence, Scott swayed over with his legs crossed, holding a bottle of tequila without a cap in his hand.

Elena looked at Scott and said, "I may go to Los Angeles in a few years, but I can't go now. Together, Emma and Scott will ruin them."

This is a very contradictory psychology, both needing parents and guarding against them.

Scott came into the yard and said, "What are you two scumbags doing here? Thanksgiving dinner ready?"

Elena glared at him: "It's Thanksgiving today, don't force me to drive you away."

She goes back to making dinner.

Martin specifically reminded Scott: "It's a holiday tonight, don't say a few words."

Scott didn't get drunk, and replied, "I'll try my best."

Once inside, Martin went to help Elena.

Scott found a place to sit down, but no one wanted to talk to him, so he had to drink alone.

The dinner was very rich. In addition to the turkey and dessert Martin bought, Elena also made macaroni, mashed potatoes, vegetable salad and honey-glazed ham.

Everyone sat around the dining table, and Scott wanted to get a knife and fork to divide the roast turkey.

Elena took the first step and took the knife and fork.

Martin roughly understood that this seemed to represent the head of the family.

The dinner was very silent, not as lively as before, even Lily didn't want to talk.

After dinner, Sister Elena cleared the table, Martin took a bottle of beer, went out and sat on the steps, thinking about the upcoming trip to Los Angeles.

During more than half a year in Atlanta, Martin gained not only key contacts and qualifications, but also more important money.

Without enough money, I had to work part-time when I went to Los Angeles.

Martin now has $130,000 in kettle earnings and $150,000 in zombie gigolo pay.

For the usual expenses, the salary of social investigators is sufficient.

The door opened suddenly, and Lily also came out with a bottle of beer and sat next to Martin.

She touched Martin's wine bottle, took a sip, and said, "It's not as good as the foam beauty you made, although it tastes strange..."

Martin stared at her.

Lily was very self-conscious, and stretched her head: "Go ahead."

Martin pushed her head back and said, "If you don't mess around, Elena can relax 50%."

Lily didn't seem to understand: "You really sound like Harris."

Martin drank his beer slowly.

Lily rummaged through her pockets, took out a crystal star, and handed it to Martin: "You are going to Los Angeles, and you probably won't come back. I hope you will remember a girl named Lily Carter in Atlanta."

Martin looked carefully at the blue stars by the lights in the yard: "You did it?"

"It's all handmade." Lily gestured: "You forgot, I also made the kettle."

Martin accepted: "Thank you for your lucky stars."

But Lily's words are tucked in the back: "It'll make you lucky enough not to break your arm like Harris did!"

Martin was so angry that he wanted to hit someone with a beer bottle.

Lily got up: "I'm going back to review my homework."

"Are you reviewing your homework?" Martin was quite surprised.

"Don't look down on people." Lily walked back, and the words were still bubbling: "I can skip a grade if I work hard, and I can pass the school in Los Angeles earlier."

The girl was saying unreliable things all day long, and Martin didn't bother to tell the truth from the fake.

After finishing a bottle of beer, Martin felt someone staring at him from behind, and when he turned around, Scott was leaning against the doorway wall.

"Bastard, I will warn you for the last time." Scott was about to go back to the grocery store, came to Martin, and said, "Your father Jack abducted my wife, and if you dare to abduct my eldest daughter, I will never let you go." you…"

He raised the tequila bottle in his hand: "I'll smash your head with it!"

Martin pointed outside: "Hurry up and go back to sleep, and be careful of being robbed by Lao Hei on the road."

Scott raised his heart and was careful all the way, especially before opening the door, he took out a specially bought strong flashlight to illuminate the dark place.

Martin went into the room and told Elena, and went back to pack his luggage. He didn't have any big items. He put his clothes and some daily necessities in his suitcase, and he could leave early tomorrow morning.

Just about to take a rest, Elena came over, and the old broken wooden bed finally couldn't bear it under the violent tossing of the two of them, and it collapsed.

Martin had to drag the mattress out and throw it on the floor.

The two tossed desperately again, and James in the noisy backyard almost crawled out of the ground.

Martin picked up the car keys on the wooden floor and threw them to Elena: "It's yours."

"I'll drive for now." Elena has always been simple and direct: "I won't see you off tomorrow, you can find a way to get to the airport by yourself."

Martin took out his mobile phone and called Bruce: "Old Bu, get up early tomorrow and take me to the airport."

There was a strange voice on the receiver, and Bruce yelled, "You stinky shit, can't you call during the day?"

"Go ahead." Martin hung up the phone.

Elena kept eavesdropping on the phone and couldn't help laughing: "Old Bu is a pervert."

Martin said: "Old Bu has the potential to become a perverted murderer."

Early the next morning, Bruce picked Martin up in his new car.

Harris helped lift the suitcase and put it in Bruce's car.

Elena ran home, took out the new mobile phone she had forgotten last night, and gave it to Martin.

There is not much parting sentiment among the people. With modern transportation and low-cost airlines, it is not difficult to travel between Los Angeles and Atlanta.

Bruce drove out of the Clayton neighborhood and asked, "Think about it, what else didn't you bring?"

Martin smiled: "As long as you bring money, what can't you buy?"

Bruce speeded up the car: "Atlanta will be a little more peaceful without your stinking shit."

Martin shot back: "It's very peaceful without you as a civilized person."

Bruce didn't take it seriously: "Dude, you go fuck the California guys as much as you want, and kill all the fags, lesbians, junkies, perverts, etc. You have to believe in yourself, you have enough bad ideas and bad ideas. Method!"

Martin replied: "I can't solve it. I will definitely call you, a civilized person."

The two came to Atlanta International Airport, and Bruce took Martin all the way to the security checkpoint.

Martin was going to line up.

Bruce patted him heavily on the shoulder: "You're going to roll in that stinky muddy Hollywood, buddy, don't roll back in despair."

Martin still said: "Civilized man, don't die, I won't answer your funeral call."

Bruce waved his hand: "Let's go."

Martin passed the security check, came near the boarding gate, sat down and waited for a while, and Benjamin and Catherine rushed over together.

Catherine is very beautifully dressed. In terms of appearance alone, Julia Roberts can't compare to her.

The three were familiar with each other, and Catherine had no scruples and said, "I went this time, and I don't want to come back."

Martin did not hide the need: "I also want to stay in Hollywood to develop, maybe this is a good opportunity."

Martin hasn't really spoken to anyone about Louise Meyer and Robert Patrick, except for Kelly Gray.

People like him would not give out their contacts for others to use.

Catherine continued to imagine the scenery of Hollywood.

In contrast, Benjamin is more conservative: "I will complete the contract with Gray Company, and then decide where to develop."

The good news of the large-scale release of "Zombie Gigolo" continues to stimulate Catherine's nerves: "If the film can become a small hit, will I have a chance to receive a big role? Julia Roberts boarded from here The plane on the road to stardom."

Benjamin reminded: "You are a little too excited and have too many fantasies."

The radio sounded to remind them to board the plane, and Martin greeted the two people: "Get on the plane."

I boarded the plane along the boarding aisle, entered the economy class, Martin's seat was next to the window, the engine was roaring, and the runway was backing up rapidly.

The passenger plane soared into the sky, and from the heights, Atlanta was unobstructed.

No matter whether you go to heaven or hell, you have to transfer from Atlanta.