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Chapter 108 Orphan
Facing Martin, Zomi talked freely as if he was facing his screenwriter friend David Johnson.

"She probably had a pituitary disorder or something, which caused her to look like a 10-year-old even though she was in her twenties," Zomi recalled. "An immigrant couple adopted her, but unfortunately, a fire broke out in their home. Except for the girl, everyone else died in the fire."

Martin had a sense of familiarity and thought carefully as he listened.

Zuomi continued: "After multiple investigations, the police found that this girl had been involved in a death case in her adoptive family before. The local authorities spent a lot of manpower and resources to find out her real age. She is a psychopathic adult!"

Martin has watched countless movies and TV shows, and it is inevitable that he has forgotten some of them because it has been too long. After thinking about it, he gradually has an impression of it. It was about a scary loli with twin ponytails.

I think the translated version is called "Orphan", but I have long forgotten the name of the character.

Soon, recalling more relevant memories, Martin was basically certain that he had seen it after 2010.

He asked, "Zomi, are you planning to adapt it into a movie?"

"I have this idea, a psychological horror film." Zomi smiled. "David and I discussed this topic last year. At that time, I was just a director who shot commercials and music videos, and David was just an inconspicuous one among Darabont's many assistants. He studied screenwriting but had never written a script independently. Even if we came up with a script, the result would not be optimistic."

Martin, who had been in Los Angeles for a few months, nodded: "The status of screenwriters is too low."

Zomi took a sip of beer and said, "So, I accepted the invitation of Joe Silver and Susan Levine to be the director of this film. With this qualification, if David and I come up with a new script, the producers will pay more attention to it."

Martin agreed: "When House of Wax is released, you will be a well-known director. When you recommend a script, not only Susan, but even the top executives of Warner Bros. will take a close look at it."

Zuo Mi smiled and said, "I hope so. There are countless scripts in Hollywood that have been kept under wraps for more than a decade."

Martin also laughed: "I heard Susan mention that there are scripts in the warehouse of Warner Bros. that were bought out in the early 1990s. Maybe the author sold the script and forgot about it."

Zomi knows more: "It's hard to sell a script by a new writer who is not a member of the Writers Guild for $1."

Martin held out the bottle and said, "Zomi, if this project of yours goes through and there is a suitable role, we will continue to cooperate."

Zomi clinked his bottle with him again. "That's what I wanted to say, Martin. Except for those two days during the filming, you were in excellent condition. If the crew were all actors like you, the director would have a lot easier to do."

Martin said: "The main thing is that you are professional enough and can explain the play clearly so that I know what to do."

"It's still uncertain what the future holds for this project." Like Martin, Zomi is a newcomer to Hollywood and is not very confident: "I have to wait until House of Wax is finished before I can recommend it to Susan or Warner Bros."

Martin asked, "Is the script finished?"

Zomi shook his head. “David and I only discussed the story framework and direction. He is organizing the materials and outline.”

Martin said, "If possible, let me read the script once it's finished. To be honest, Zomi, I know a few investors."

Zuo Mi had worked as a music video and commercial director, and had sufficient knowledge of the ecology of the industry. He also guessed that there was someone behind or under Martin, and said, "No problem, I will contact you as soon as the script is completed."

The two clinked bottles again and drank particularly happily.

After a while, Mene ran over and said, "What are you doing here? There are so many hot girls dancing over there. I didn't even notice them during the day. Molly has a great body!"

Martin pointed to the crowd and said, "Dude, hurry over there. You won't be able to pick up girls if you're late."

But Mene said, "Boss, don't joke around. If they want Master Mene's services, they have to pay!"

In the next two days, the four people tried some recreational activities besides hunting.

Martin put on protective gear, focusing on the groin protection, and had a kangaroo boxing match. The big kangaroo had no martial ethics and always liked to use his lower limbs to kick people in the vital parts.

Compared to Menez, Martin was stronger and more agile. With his experience as a stuntman in his previous life and long-term fitness and exercise after his death, he finally beat the 1-meter-tall kangaroo and made it flee in embarrassment.

If this thing wants to run, people can't catch up with it with just legs.

Three days later, Martin and four other people returned to Los Angeles on the same plane, carrying souvenirs such as crocodile teeth and bison horns processed by the hunting club.

Zomi was picked up by his screenwriter friend David Johnson.

Mene, who also lives in North Hollywood, brazenly got into Martin's car.

Bruce was driving and still talking about Australia: "Next time someone offends me, I will make friends with him and invite him to travel and hunt in Australia."

Mene's whole body was cold: "Old Bu, are you talking about me?"

Martin said casually: "Don't worry, Old Bull and I are both civilized people."

Mene always felt that the civilized people Martin mentioned had a special meaning.

Martin's phone rang, and it was his agent Thomas who answered: "I got off the plane and am on my way back."

Thomas said, "Rest for two days after you come back. I'll contact you the day after tomorrow."

Martin said, "I brought you a gift. I'll give it to you later."

Inside the company partition, Thomas felt warm-hearted. It was so rare that the bastard client went out to film and still thought of bringing a gift to the agent.

In the car, Mene asked, "Boss, do you have a new job? When there is a suitable opportunity, don't forget your loyal Mene."

Martin said frankly: "I don't know where my next job will be."

Mene sighed, "I don't want to give sweets to old women anymore. I feel like if I keep doing that, my tongue and lips will all rot." "It's better than blowing an old man." Martin's words were a fatal blow.

Mene was depressed: "So, I am still lucky, at least I have not been exposed." He faced the reality: "Until the income of actors can support the expenses, I will continue to be a high-end call girl."

Bruce said: "Very promising job."

He and Martin would not look down on this job. To be honest, many of their friends in Atlanta, such as Hart and Carrington, are also engaged in similar work.

Arriving at the parking lot, Mene left alone carrying his bag.

Martin and Bruce pulled their luggage back to the apartment building. When they arrived, they saw a pile of meat sitting under a parasol drinking ice cola.

Antonio waved to Martin: "I haven't seen you for a long time."

Martin said vaguely: "I was on a business trip."

Antonio whispered, "Are you really an actor? You've been out for so long..."

Bruce's face suddenly tightened: "You know too much."

"I don't know anything!" Antonio regretted not bringing the Gun of Friendship down with him and quickly raised his hands: "Really, I don't know anything."

Martin opened his bag, took out a disc of "Zombie Dancing Man" and threw it to Antonio: "You think too much."

Antonio looked down at the disc and found that the hero on the package looked exactly like Martin, so he asked, "Are you the hero?" He saw that the character on the cover was only wearing a pair of shorts that couldn't be any shorter, with his sensitive parts sticking out high: "I know, you went to the Sacred Valley!"

"This is a B-grade movie." Martin said simply, and took out a crocodile tooth pendant: "Old Bull and I went to Australia to make a movie. This is an Australian specialty. I'm giving it to you."

Antonio took over: "Wolf fangs? I remember there were only wild dogs in Australia."

It was obvious that the landlord's knowledge level was several levels higher than Mene's.

Martin exaggerated appropriately: "The teeth of a saltwater crocodile that is more than five meters long are very rare."

Antonio put it away and remembered something: "On the second floor, on your side of the corridor, the innermost room is empty."

Bruce replied: "Go up and take a look."

Antonio held on to a chair, stood up with great effort, and moved his fat body upstairs.

Martin and Bruce put down their luggage, went to the end of the corridor, and entered the door that Antonio had just opened.

The layout of the apartments is almost the same, and they come with their own furniture and appliances, so Bruce can move in and live there right away.

After signing the contract, Bruce paid for the rent out of his own pocket: "The assistant fees of the crew have arrived, and I will pay for the house I live in myself."

Martin said, "You are my manager. When all the remuneration is received, I will settle the manager's fee for you."

Antonio said, "Remember one thing, you are not allowed to have a party in the room." He reminded Martin, "The woman you brought last time was too loud. Next time she comes over, control yourself."

Martin knew he was talking about Louise, so he casually replied, "It was fresh and exciting the first time I came to a new environment, but it won't be the same next time."

Antonio picked up the disc: "I'm going upstairs to watch a movie. I hope it's a good one."

Bruce looked at his big belly and said, "You might have low self-esteem."

Antonio walked away and went to the third floor to play a disc. He watched only the opening and then turned it off.

It's so hurtful to my self-esteem!
It doesn’t matter if you don’t know the actors in the movie, but how can you stand having the male lead hanging around in front of you all day?

Do you feel inferior every time you see it?
Martin helped Bruce clean up the room, went out to eat together, and when he came back he bought express bags to send the things he brought back from Australia back to Atlanta.

Most of the saltwater crocodile's teeth were divided up between Martin and Zomi.

The four Carter siblings put Martin in a bag and mailed two to each person, while Lily liked to do handicrafts, so she put all the bison horns in the bag as well.

These have a full set of legal formalities.

Robert and Jerome also had two each.

Kelly can't be left behind.

Benjamin's thread must not be broken either.

Bruce was not in a position to contact anyone in Atlanta, so Martin mailed a copy in his own name to everyone in the gigolo club.

He has been keeping in touch with Sophia and Vincent, so when they compete for the leading role in a key project, maybe he can use the trick of bringing in money to join the team.

During the filming of "House of Wax", Paris Hilton's acting was terrible, but no one in the crew, from the director to the producer, said much.

why?
Because Paris Hilton is the representative of the third largest investor.

After sending out the express package and taking a whole day off to adjust to the time difference, Martin made an appointment with his agent Thomas for dinner.

(End of this chapter)