America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 1: House of the Beast
With the end of the Dogwood Festival, Atlanta's 2003 Spring Carnival officially came to an end.

In a community in Marietta, a satellite city outside the ring road, Martin Davis limped into the living room, his injured knee protesting with pain.

He has only been in North America for a week and is still adjusting.

There were two yellowed posters on the bare wooden wall of the living room.

One is the cover of a certain edition of Gone with the Wind.

The other is the T2 in Terminator 1000.

Martin sat on the cloth sofa. The flying dust tickled his nose. He was about to sneeze, but was stopped by the hard object that poked his butt.

Rusty broken springs top discolored sponges and non-woven fabrics.

Martin cursed and moved his butt to sit on the other side. The damaged foam cushion collapsed into a pit, as soft as a large balloon of Dany, covering the key position.

He suddenly felt heartbroken.

It is not only a balloon, but also a future that is difficult to endure.

Martin has been working in Beijing and Hengdu for many years, honing his acting skills step by step, learning relevant skills, and even worked as a stuntman for a few years. Finally, he managed to get some small supporting roles by working hard.

At the beginning of the new year, Martin managed to get a supporting role whose role ranked among the top five in the crew.

If the TV series goes smoothly and he can hang on for another five or six years, he might be able to gain the title of a veteran actor.

Martin, who loved drinking, found someone to celebrate wildly. He drank a few homemade cocktails and buried his head in two oversized balloons and fell asleep. It is possible that he had difficulty breathing, which led to the tragedy.

When I woke up again, I was in Georgia in 2003.

The former Martin Davis was in a bad state. His most recent job was as a house maintenance worker. A week ago, he fell from the roof and broke his legs and head.

Martin took advantage of the situation and became the 22-year-old Martin Davis, but some of his memories of his previous life in America were like a program that needed to be decoded, and were temporarily running relatively slowly.

This week, Martin spent most of his time familiarizing himself with the language and gradually was able to communicate normally.

The door opened from the outside, and Elena Carter, with her brown hair tied into a ponytail, came in with the key, followed by her brother Harris Carter, holding a paper bag.

Elena has delicate features, a tall figure, and a smooth face without the freckles common on white people. As soon as she entered the door, she said, "Is your brain okay? Can you speak normally?"

Martin responded with his middle finger, as if he had done it countless times: "What do you know? If you hit your head, your IQ will double."

Elena held her head high, her whitish hoodie lifted to an exaggerated height: "Very good, hurry up and find a job, I don't want to feed the lazy guy for another week, I have two little kids to support, I can't afford to support you."

During the week that Martin was injured, Elena's four siblings from next door came to bring him meals.

"According to Dr. Bill, your chances of recovery in a week are as high as 70 percent." Harris Carter placed the paper bag on the low wooden table and said, "It's free bread from the church, and this time there's fried chicken."

He turned away and said, "Bill has been in business two months and has cured twenty sheep and thirty-five cows without a single mistake."

Before leaving, Harris turned around and said, "The bike is mine today. I'm going to tutor someone."

"You two idiots, take me to the vet!" Martin cursed and took the paper bag without hesitation.

Elena sat down next to Martin, touched her bruised butt, and said, "You don't have shitty medical insurance, and I don't have the money to take you to a regular clinic. Bill used to live on this street, and he didn't charge us for the treatment."

Martin took out the bread and ate the fried chicken. Thinking back to his injury and previous job, he said, "The house repairman owes me two weeks' salary. And with this injury, I want to find a way to get more money."

His pockets were cleaner than his face, and he was so poor that some thoughts jumped out of his mind automatically. "You'd better make more money!" Elena grabbed a piece of bread and took a big bite. "I won't bother you for the food you ate this week and the free food and drinks you ate in the past few months. But your bastard dad hasn't paid the rent for this house for half a year."

She glared, her eyes fiercer than the towering mountains: "The most shitty thing is that your father kidnapped my mother last Monday and eloped in the name of true love and freedom!"

This reminded Martin. He searched his memory and sadly discovered that he was not just a poor man.

A month before Jack Davis took Emma Carter away, he asked his predecessor Martin Davis to borrow $6,000 from the owner of Beast House at high interest rates.

The two of them patted their butts and happily went on a trip around the world, leaving two messes behind.

Martin whispered, "The first installment of the loan sharking loan to be repaid in installments is about to be repaid."

"Go ask God for help." Elena shrugged. There was no cheap sympathy between poor people.

Martin shook his head and said, "God doesn't bless poor people."

"It's almost the day for reviewing the disability subsidy this year. Jack has been collecting my uncle James' subsidy for these years. Jack left behind a video. Now he's eloped with Emma, ​​so the subsidy is going to end." Elena was distressed and mad: "How can I support this damn life without money?"

Martin was about to ask a question, then he remembered that the house belonged to James Carter, and said, "Your uncle died eight years ago. He ate the wrong flour."

"I'm sure now that your brain is not damaged." Elena didn't care at all and pointed to the grove behind the house: "James is buried there."

A few days ago, she was still worried that Martin would fall from a pauper to an idiot and a pauper, and that she would have to support another child in the future. At this moment, she relaxed and said lightly, "James is very lucky to have been freed from the pain of being a pauper. It was you and I who dug the pit that buried him."

"Damn it!" Martin had a headache. The poor people in hell had an incurable disease.

Elena took out her cell phone with peeling paint on it, checked the time, stood up and said, "I should go to the mall to work as a temporary salesperson."

Martin said casually to comfort him: "Don't worry, there will always be a way out."

Elena, however, looked at the T1000 poster and said, "Don't work for that damn theater for free anymore. He never returned to the Marietta Theater after he became famous."

Martin's only thought was to solve his basic living problems first, so he said, "Don't worry, I won't work for free."

Because Martin Davis had a criminal record, Elena warned him again before leaving: "Poor guy, if you can't do it, I will settle accounts with you. Count how many times you clapped with me and how much money you have to pay me! Also, I will call the Beast House Club and tell them that you are willing to be a gigolo to pay off your debts! Think about why they are willing to lend you usury!"

"Shouldn't you pay for applause? I give you goods worth hundreds of millions every time!" Martin said as a matter of course.

Elena raised her hands above her head and gave two middle fingers.

After Martin finished eating the bread and fried chicken, his legs seemed to no longer hurt after he had food in his stomach.

He packed up simply, went out and stood in the sun, looking around.

Marietta is a sparsely populated small southern suburban town. Even in the run-down community of Clayton where Martin lives, every single-family wooden house has a small yard in front of it.

In the yard next door, which was surrounded by a torn wire fence, a boy was digging a hole with cardboard at his feet.

This is Elena's ten-year-old brother.

An old Dodge pickup truck came along the cracked road, with a graphic of a dancing man spray-painted on it and the words "Home of the Beast" underneath.

The car stopped on the side of the road, and the muscular man in a jacket who got out of the car looked at Martin and asked, "Martin Davis?"

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