American fame and fortune

Los Angeles Satellite City, Sherman Oaks.

Martin drove into the courtyard of an independent villa on the south hillside.

The car crossed the lawn and stopped at the side of the red-roofed and white-walled villa. Martin took the co-pilot's gift and got out of the car.

Louise was wearing a suspender dress and wrapped in a silk shawl and walked up quickly. Before she got close, she asked, "Where is my Italian cannon recipe?"

Martin sent a gift box: "Drunkard, can you be a little patient?"

Louise was not polite to Martin, took it and opened it directly. Inside was a bottle of wine.

She understood at a glance: "White wine?"

Martin said: "Try it, each has its own flavor."

The two entered the villa together, and a 40-year-old white woman stood at the door of the villa.

Louise said: "This is Mary, my housekeeper." She briefly introduced Martin: "He is Martin, give him a key to the house, he can come anytime."

Mary responded.

Passing through the front hall, as soon as he entered the living room of the villa, Martin saw a long bar counter, and the glass wine cabinet behind the bar counter was densely packed with wine.

In the most conspicuous place of the bar, there is a crystal glass showcase, in which there are several copper plate certificates.

Creator certificate for three new cocktails: Penicillin, Expansion Screw and Romantic Halo issued by the International Bartenders Association.

Louise warned Martin: "Don't laugh, what you traded to me is mine."

Martin pulled the high chair over and sat down: "I didn't laugh, and I didn't say it wasn't yours."

At this time, Mary sent the key, and consciously left the villa and went to the annex next to it.

Louise untied the shawl, threw it on the sofa, and sat opposite Martin: "I haven't settled with you yet, why are you calling my cell phone when you are with Kelly? Do you know how uncomfortable I am?"

Martin pointed to the essence of the problem: "Why don't you hang up?"

Louise couldn't explain it at all. She was a drunkard and a pervert, so she took out her mobile phone and dialed Kelly's number. When she got connected, she turned on the speaker: "If you dare to hang up, I won't have you as a friend!"

Martin picked up the shaker and adjusted the penicillin and the screw separately.

When the female alcoholic came to get the wine, she pressed it directly on the bar counter.

Martin said to the phone: "Kelly, long time no see, I suddenly remembered a sentence, life is so fucking, you must look good!"

Kelly's voice came from the phone: "Martin Davis, Louise Meyer, you couple!"

After a long time, Louise's cell phone ran out of battery and turned off automatically.

The two quieted down and were finally able to talk properly.

Martin took out a pen and paper, wrote two sticky notes in succession, and said, "Italian guns are improved from French 75, and the taste is a bit picky."

"Hmm." Louise was lying on the bar, lazy and unwilling to move.

Martin tore off a post-it note and handed it to Louise: "The recipe for the Italian cannon, please remember the preparation process."

Louise pinched her fingers and stuffed it into a drawer next to her. She jumped off and put on a suspender skirt, and lay on Martin's arm lying across the bar: "How about Los Angeles?"

Martin smiled: "Except for missing you, everything else is fine."

Louise knew that he was coaxing people, but she was happy to hear it, and asked, "How is your Hollywood accent?"

Martin put on a Hollywood accent: "I've been taking classes and practicing, and it's much better than before. Listen, does it smell like a big star?"

"It's easy to be a celebrity." Louise sighed deliberately, "It's really hard to be a master bartender."

Martin supported Louise's prone body with his left hand, and tore off the second post-it note with his right hand: "This is a rocket, and the raw materials need to be carefully thought out. I guess you have to go to a special supermarket to buy them."

"Why does the name of your cocktail always remind people of something else?" Louise straightened up, walked out of the bar, picked up the black-rimmed glasses and put them on.

She opened a cabinet, took out the document bag she had prepared, and handed it to Martin: "Look at this."

Martin found that the document bag was marked with the words Warner Bros., and opened it to find the script and plan.

"Look at me, I drink too much and forget things." Louise took away the plan, put it back in the cabinet, and said, "I'm back on vacation this time, and I'm working on a new platter project, initiated by Warner Brothers, my Pacific Pictures Ready to participate."

The script has no name, only a code name of "House". Martin quickly flipped through it, which is a typical American horror story of a young man traveling abroad.

The story mainly takes place in a wax museum in an abandoned town.

Louise said briefly: "The remake of Warner Bros. "The Devil in the House of Wax Museum". The Hilton family's slut found some people to invest in, and will bring money into the group."

Speaking of this, she started to be serious again: "Have you seen her video tape? To be honest, how is her technique?"

Martin did: "Looks like her eyes aren't as big as her breasts."

Louise was very curious: "Let me take a look some time, let's watch it together."

Still flipping through the script, Martin asked, "There are two heavyweight male characters."

"Apply for whichever one you like." Louise gave a rough overview of the project: "The cost of the film is disclosed to the public at 40 million US dollars, and the actual investment...you have experienced "Zombie Gigolo". This kind of film production does not cost much. , you have the qualifications of an actor with a box office of nearly 7 million US dollars in North America, and you are very competitive."

Martin closed the script: "The key is to have you."

Louise reminded: "Pacific Pictures is only the fourth investor after Warner Bros., Fox and Slutty Girls. I participated in an epic production in Morocco. When I returned to North America, I didn't have the energy to take care of the crew. If you play a role, you have to work hard."

She won't give Martin unrealistic fantasies: "I can't guarantee you the role, but you must be the strongest contender."

Martin picked up the script and asked, "Shall I discuss it with my agent?"

"Okay." Louise agreed.

Martin remembered Louise's words just now: "You invested in an epic masterpiece? Cooperate with Warner Bros.?"

Louise said: "The filming is almost over, don't even think about it."

"That's not what I mean," Martin explained. "I've heard people say that Warner Bros. and Brad Pitt are working on a new Trojan horse."

Louise shook her head: "You're talking about Troy, and I'm investing in another one, about Alexander the Great."

Martin was not so rotten as to be hopeless, and asked, "Is all the money invested?"

"Of course." Louise went to get the wine glass and poured a glass for herself and Martin: "So, I'm going to watch from the crew."

Martin didn't know what to say, nothing was right, he had no qualifications.

Louise toasted Martin and said, "Come on, let's take a shower first, and then watch Hilton's sluts together."

Martin hugged her directly: "Do you have a video tape?"

Louise hung on to Martin: "I've got it a long time ago, and I haven't looked at it."

Not long after, a special movie was shown in Louise's private screening room.

Louise took out Martin's cell phone and dialed Kelly's number.

When it was connected over there, Kelly shouted: "Dog and man, hurry up if you want to open it!"

Martin clicked on the phone to talk.

Louise was going to have dinner with her family in Brentwood in the evening, and when it was dark, she got into a Bentley and left the villa.

Martin took the script and went straight to Century City.

To compete for this key role, brokers are indispensable.

Although it was dark, Martin always believed that Thomas was a very professional agent.

I definitely don't mind coming out to talk about work at this time.

He called Thomas specifically on the way.

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In a high-end restaurant in Century City, Thomas helped his girlfriend open a chair in a very gentlemanly manner, and only went to the opposite side after she sat down.

He asked someone to book a seat and apologized specifically: "Amanda..."

Amanda turned her head to look at the night scene outside the window, and said softly, "I'll give you a chance to see how you perform."

Thomas loosened his tie and laughed.

The waiter brought the menu, and Thomas asked Amanda to order. The two had just finished ordering when Thomas' cell phone rang suddenly.

Amanda's face dropped.

Thomas was cruel and cut off the phone.

But within ten seconds, the call came again, and the name on the caller ID—Martin Davis.

"There may be an emergency." Thomas quickly explained: "I just ask, just one sentence."

Amanda is not an unreasonable person, she nodded slightly.

Thomas answered the phone and pinched the fuse that was burning in his chest: "There is something to talk about."

Martin is a very particular person, without any nonsense, he said directly: "Very important work to discuss, the leading actor in a project with an investment of 40 million US dollars, co-produced by Warner Bros. and Fox, Pacific Pictures participated in the platter, Louise May The opportunity you fought for me."

He emphasized: "I just got the script from Louise, Thomas, we have already seized the opportunity!"

Thomas immediately realized the importance of this opportunity to Martin and to him, without thinking: "Where are you, let's meet now..."

Having said that, he suddenly came to his senses.

Things shouldn't be like this. Tonight, I obviously took the time to apologize to Amanda before going to the hotel.

Thomas covered the phone's microphone: "Amanda, listen to me explain..."

On the opposite side, Amanda put on her coat and gave Thomas a middle finger despite being in a high-end restaurant: "We're done."

Thomas looked at the phone in his hand, then at Amanda who was leaving quickly, hesitating.

Martin's voice sounded again on the phone: "A $40 million production, actor, we can't miss it!"

Thomas cursed Martin ten thousand times in his heart, if he could kill with his mind, Martin would definitely explode on the spot.

Love and career, dog licking and success, what choice should we make?

Thomas was still hesitating, but Martin's voice came out again: "Where are you? I'll go find you."

The outstanding newcomer trained by the old entertainment brokerage company made the choice of a man. Thomas thumped the armrest of the sofa and said, "I'm in Century City, come here quickly."

The fucking life, the fucking clients.