American fame and fortune

Entering a small apartment of at most 80 square meters, Louise's eyes were full of curiosity, the cramped and narrow space was crowded with various furniture and home appliances.

"I tidied it up, but it's still a bit messy." Martin said without embarrassment: "Let's just make do with it."

Louise asked, "Can I visit as I please?"

Martin said: "You can enter all the rooms and see all the things. Everything here is open to you."

There are only two bedrooms, and the master bedroom has almost no space after putting a big bed and wardrobe.

Another bedroom has been converted into a study.

Louise sat on the big bed in the master bedroom, and there was a sudden rolling sound from upstairs. It was a novel feeling like a cat's paw, and she took off the black-rimmed glasses on her face.

The drunkards and perverts are back: "Martin, I'm singing loudly here, will the whole building hear it?"

Martin took the initiative to step forward and issued an invitation: "Let's try."

In fact, the sound insulation of the apartment building is not too bad.

The singing soon spread throughout the building.

It may be that she has changed to a new environment that she has never been to, and her voice is particularly loud.

As it turned out, no one came to make trouble for the noise.

This time, the dogs and men found out with conscience that they did not call Kelly.

When it was over, Louise lay down and didn't want to move, and said, "I'm hungry, get me something to eat."

"I haven't used the kitchen, and I don't have any food stocked." For bachelors who want to cook, Martin advises: "Let's go out and eat."

Louise bent like cooked noodles: "I'm too lazy to move."

Martin patted her butt: "You wait, I'll go out and buy."

After getting dressed, Martin called the restaurant he frequented to order food and went to pick it up in person.

Waiting for them to deliver is too long.

Less than 20 minutes later, Martin returned with a packed dinner.

Diagonally facing the door, Emily saw Martin coming from the parking lot through the window and shouted, "Hurry up, he's back!"

Jessica put away the newly-bought "Zombie Gigolo" disc, and took a picture in front of the mirror. She was fair and beautiful with long legs, and she was tempted by herself.

Emily asked, "Is your plan okay?"

"Do you know why you failed?" She didn't need Emily to answer: "Because you are too direct and don't understand subtlety, which is the real beauty."

Emily leaned against the door frame: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up, we have no other chance except to fuck him."

Throwing the ice cubes into the trash can, Jessica wiped off the water stains on her hands, opened the door and went out.

The timing was just right, Martin had just arrived.

Jessica raised her hands and stretched her waist. The thin sweater was tight on her body, and there were two obvious points: "Hi, Martin, I haven't seen you recently. What are you up to?"

Martin pointed to the roof: "Didn't see you at the party last night?"

Jessica responded quickly: "I'm going to buy shells, by the way, my shells can't be opened, can you help me?"

Martin, being a serious person, thought she was talking about shells: "What shells? Can't you pry them open with a screwdriver?"

Jessica quietly lifted up the yoga pants, and the stretched tights collapsed even tighter: "The shells I bought are full, round, and tender. With breathing, it opens and closes. , and then open it... If the shell could talk, what words would it say?"

Her lips moved: "It's this sentence, do you want to read it?"

As much as Martin worked hard before, now he is as firm as he is, and he speaks toughly: "I don't want to."

Laughter suddenly sounded, the door of Martin's apartment opened, and Louise, who was wearing a Martin shirt, came out from the door, leaned against the door frame and looked at Jessica, and opened her mouth with a rascal taste, "Come here, let's go together."

The woman on the opposite side was obviously smiling, but Jessica felt uneasy, feeling that once it passed, something terrible would happen.

"No need." She hurried back: "I will find a way by myself."

Going back too quickly, I stumbled on the threshold and almost fell down.

Louise pulled Martin back to the room, and smiled happily: "Living in this small apartment is very interesting, Martin, the female neighbor is seducing you, won't you?"

This slut became crazy and had no seriousness: "If you don't fuck, I will."

Martin unpacked the packaged dinner and said, "It was a moment of pleasure when I was there, what's the end? What do they want from me? I guess that Jessica may not be 18 years old."

Louise smiled: "I didn't expect you, a pervert, to be able to think with your head at critical moments."

"Actually, these are secondary, and people are afraid of comparison." Martin said very nicely: "Which one of her is comparable to you?"

Louise is happy, but not stupid: "Yeah, I can still bring you roles."

Martin pinched her chin and forced it up: "Beauty, you have to figure it out, if you don't accompany me, without new cocktail recipes, you will never become a master."

Louise fell into a role: "Come on, you subtly rule me!"

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The day after Christmas, Martin packed Atlanta-style gifts and headed to the east side of Sherman Oaks to visit former Marietta Troupe member Robert Patrick.

In "Terminator 2" that year, Schwarzenegger became a top superstar.

Patrick, who played T1000, also benefited a lot.

In the reception room, the bearded Patrick looked at Martin slightly and said, "Jerome called me a while ago and told me about your situation."

Martin changed to his original accent: "The head of the group has always taken good care of me, and specially gave me your contact information before departure."

Patrick smiled when he heard the familiar accent: "I watched the DVD of "Zombie Gigolo" you acted in, and it was interesting. I heard that the box office in North America was close to 7 million US dollars?"

Martin remains appropriately modest: "Major Lionsgate has done a good job in publicizing."

Patrick nodded slowly: "You have a good start in Hollywood, have you found an agent? Have you joined the union?"

"I joined the WMA..." Martin said what he could.

Patrick understood: "Are you trying to get the leading actor in a horror movie from Warner Bros.? I have some connections in Warner Bros., but I can't influence the leading actor of a ten-million-dollar project."

In Hollywood, where the star per capita company is, Patrick also owns a film and television company, but he cannot participate in the investment because of Martin. Even if it is for Jerome's sake to help, there is a limit.

Martin tentatively asked: "I heard from the director that you have maintained relatively close contact with many actors from Zuozhou?"

Patrick looked at Martin, not understanding what he meant.

Martin said, "I don't know if you know Desmond Harrington, he's from Savannah." Avoiding Patrick's misunderstanding, he said directly: "Harrington and the producer Susan I want to audition- Levine has worked with me, and I want to ask about Susan."

This is a routine operation in Hollywood. Patrick smiled: "Little Dace, I know him very well. I think he is in Malibu. I'll give him a call."

He got up to make a phone call, came back a few minutes later, and said to Martin, "Just wait a moment, he will be here soon."

Martin knew he had found the right person, so he waited patiently.

After chatting with Patrick for about half an hour, a handsome white guy entered the living room.

Patrick introduced Martin and Harrington, and said, "Talk slowly, I'll go to the wine cellar to find wine, and we'll have a drink later."

Martin had a few polite words with Harrington, and got to the point: "Dace, I would like to ask you about something."

Harrington said: "Robert told me, you go ahead."

Martin understood that Harrington was mainly looking at Patrick's face, so he didn't waste time: "I heard from my friends that Susan Levine chose you to play the ghost ship?"

"That's right, it's Susan Levine who made the decision." Harrington said simply: "I have a similar experience with her, and some aspects can resonate with me. It's basically rebellious and messy when I was young, and then I went back to the right path , The few times I had contact with her, I basically talked about these things."

He laughed: "In that crew, I once had an illusion that Susan Levine fell in love with me. But after the crew disbanded, we quickly lost contact. She was obviously more interested in my experience than in me. .”

Martin was basically sure, and said, "Thank you for your answer."

Harrington didn't care: "You're welcome, I hope it works for you."

Martin exchanged contact information with him.

Patrick quickly came back with a bottle of wine, and Martin helped to open it. The three chatted and drank in the living room, and the atmosphere became more and more harmonious.

When it was getting dark, Martin invited the two of them out for dinner, and after dinner they went to the bar for a drink.

Jerome is just a bridge. He asked Patrick for help once. The bridge is easy to break. Martin not only needs to stabilize the bridge, but also widen it to make it easier for traffic.

When they came out, Martin hooked up with a drunk Patrick.

Hollywood is full of alcoholics, and Patrick is no exception. Before Harrington helped him into the car, he said: "Martin, let's compete again another day. I can drink Cameron, Schwarzenegger and Hamilton. You can't. "

Martin was drunk, like a super drunk, and he jumped when he heard that he couldn't do it: "No need to change another day, let's go back and continue, Robert, let me tell you, I know a Robert who claims to be the best drinker in Marietta, and he fucked him in just one hour." Get down."

Harrington pushed and bumped, first stuffed Patrick into the car, and then asked Martin: "Need me to call a driver for you?"

"No need." Martin swayed into the car and waved: "Next time, next time until the next one falls, we must not stop."

Harrington drove away, turning off Sunset Boulevard.

Martin was not drunk at all, shook his head, got into his car, unscrewed the mineral water and took a sip, took out his mobile phone to call his agent.

"Why do you always call at night?" Thomas roared dissatisfied as soon as the other side connected.

Martin pretended not to hear: "Susan Levine can be sure."

Thomas immediately forgot what he said just now, and said, "Very well, we have grasped the key point." He notified Martin of a message: "Tomorrow, the crew will be formally established."