America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 115 Awards and Actor (Leader plus 12)

When the day dawned, the female artists left on the bus and the villa became truly quiet.

Wes Craven put on a brand new bathrobe and went up to the second-floor terrace to admire the blue sea view.

Martin came from behind, stood by the guardrail, and greeted, "Morning, Wes."

Craven, now refreshed, asked, "You figured it all out."

"Mostly." Martin turned around and hooked his finger outside, waiting for Mene to come in, and said, "And he helped me do a lot of preparations."

"What's your name?" Craven asked.

Mene glanced at Martin and replied, "Mene-Seth, a little actor."

Craven nodded: "I'll remember you. I'll let Martin contact you if there's anything."

Mene was surprised and quite excited. He wanted to say something, but he knew that his mouth could easily cause trouble, so he just nodded vigorously and left the terrace.

Craven asked, "Any cigars?"

Martin went back and brought back the cigar.

Craven sat at the table, slowly roasting his cigar, and said, "I've seen the movie 'Zombie Gigolo' starring you."

Martin was not surprised. Craven came to the party and would definitely have a basic understanding of the party host. He smiled and said, "My pleasure."

"It was an interesting performance." Craven did not forget to brag about himself: "It was as exciting as when I was young."

Martin praised: "Wes, you are still strong even at your old age. You can imagine how powerful you were in the past."

As a man, who doesn't care about this? Craven laughed, "I'm old and can't do it anymore. I had a hard time with Freddy and Jason last night."

He suddenly changed the subject and asked directly: "Martin, you organized such an interesting party, what do you want?"

Martin said: "Zombie Gigolo was nominated for the Saturn Award for Best Young Actor."

Craven took a puff of his cigar: "I see, it's just a small matter."

Things that actors of Martin's level cannot even dream of are not worth mentioning in the eyes of Wes Craven.

Martin said no more about this aspect and asked, "What would you like for breakfast?"

Craven exhaled a mouthful of smoke and said, "It's almost noon. We can't waste such an interesting bet last night. I want to bankrupt Patrick!"

"They are still fast asleep," Martin said.

"Look at them, they are far worse than the two of us." Craven was very proud: "If you don't take care of them, you won't be able to play in the future."

Martin keenly noticed that Craven was particularly concerned about and liked to brag about men's abilities, so he specifically asked, "Wes, do you have any maintenance secrets? Can you tell me a little bit?"

Craven said, "You are still young and talented, so you can't use it."

Martin said, "I want to be as powerful as you in the future."

These words touched Craven's heart. He laughed again and said, "What secret is there? It's mainly about good talent, and then exercising frequently and eating more meat."

Martin nodded, "I wish I had a strong body like Jason, with good recovery abilities."

Craven thought of Jason last night. The two good kids really made him happy. He was still feeling elated. In addition, he liked Martin very much. He said, "If your whole family was killed by a perverted killer, what would you do?"

Martin sensed his opportunity: "I will turn evil, even more perverted than a murderer!"

Craven pointed casually: "Perform a piece."

Martin adjusted his breathing slightly, immersed himself in the new role, and acted out the drama of a revenge maniac.

Craven held the cigar in his hand but did not smoke it. He watched Martin's performance carefully. His acting skills were much better than Depp's when he starred in "A Nightmare on Elm Street".

"Okay." He stopped Martin and said, "Keep the contact information you gave me open."

Martin nodded: "You can call anytime."

The two chatted on the terrace, and the topic never left women.

Hearing Martin talking about the trapeze artist, Craven was extremely envious: "I never tried it when I was young and in good health, and now I don't dare to do it like this."

Martin suggested: "Get a crane and design a rotating box that can swing back and forth in the air."

Craven was impressed: "You really know how to play."

"Yes, Martin is the best at playing." Patrick went up to the terrace and said, "Those nurses are so tempting, scary and sexy, even more exciting than T800."

Martin laughed, "Robert, there's something wrong with you."

Patrick pulled out a chair and sat down: "Don't worry about these details. Last night was really good."

Zomi, Benjamin, Alexander and Michelle also came to the terrace. They were very satisfied with last night's party.

The topic of several people turned from women to movies, and they chatted enthusiastically.

Wes Craven said directly: "I have a new idea. It's also about a group of perverted murderers, but what's different from the past is that I want to further integrate the concept of family, so that the tragic death of the family can inspire the hero's inner courage, and in the end he slaughters the group of perverts in a more wild way." He said it in front of everyone to let people know that Wes Craven is a man of the moment, not a miser: "Don't you realize that Martin is more perverted than a pervert, so he is most suitable for such a role."

Patrick gave a proper assist: "Wes, you didn't want to have a wild party on the set, so you specifically found Martin, that jerk."

Craven laughed cheerfully: "That's a great idea, Robert. I'll definitely call you then."

Michelle asked in surprise: "Aren't you going to call us?"

Craven said, "None of you bastards can be left behind!"

Martin said seriously, "I need to think about whether there are any new ways to play. By the way, you can help me with some ideas. One person can only think of a few ideas."

Others echoed.

After a while of joking, Craven got back to the point: "Martin, I will soon form a crew, and the script may be completed later. I will call you then, and you can go to me to get the script."

"No problem." Martin responded.

The party was well worth the money.

Sure enough, the men had sharpened guns together and had a special relationship.

Martin also truly understood why there are so many group parties in Hollywood.

Benjamin then asked, "The crew is almost set up, but the script is not finished yet?"

Craven was surprised: "Isn't this normal?"

Patrick explained to his fellow countryman: "In Hollywood, oftentimes there are projects and crews first, and then there are scripts."

Benjamin understood: "No wonder screenwriters have a low status."

Craven is a screenwriter by profession: "Who wants to be a pure screenwriter when they can be the lead actor, director, and producer?"

Alexander Aja said, "I do have an idea for a story, Wes, that would fit in perfectly with yours."

Craven said, "I gave you my contact information yesterday? Well, come find me when you are free and we can have a good chat. Right now I am thinking about bankrupting Robert."

Patrick looked at his watch and said, "Guys, it's almost noon. I lost yesterday, so I'll admit defeat. Let's go to the Lemon Acid Restaurant and have a French meal."

Everyone left the restaurant and found their own rooms to change clothes.

When Martin came out, he found Alexander Ajia leaning against the door waiting for him. He pulled him over, put his arm around his shoulders, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Alexander said: "Nothing else, just thank you. I just came to Los Angeles and you helped me get to know Wes Craven. I make horror movies. Craven has a huge influence in the horror and thriller industry in Hollywood. His words can save me a few years of hard work."

Martin shook his shoulder and said, "We are all working hard in this circle, so we should help each other. The more people we meet, the wider our network will be, and the easier it will be for us to walk in the future. Who knows, I may need your help someday."

"That's right." Alexander said with a smile: "Michelle told me that you are a very good actor and we should work together if there is a chance."

Martin responded: "As long as the opportunity is right, these are not a problem."

Everyone gathered in front of the villa, got in their cars and headed straight for downtown Los Angeles.

Bruce, a professional scavenger, stayed behind to deal with the subsequent cleaning and other issues, and would not leave any traces of Martin and the others.

The driver for Martin was replaced by the loyal Mene.

Before leaving, Martin introduced him to everyone.

Mene has been talking since Martin got in the car: "Boss, if you have anything to do in the future, just tell me to do it. I won't frown even if I have to blow Antonio's trumpet. I'm willing to let Old Bull take the back door!"

Martin warned: "Be careful or Old Bu will clean you up."

Mene quickly said, "I didn't say the latter part." He tried to make himself look more serious, "In the past few years, I have met several people, but they immediately kicked me out when they got the chance. Unlike you, Boss Martin, you fought for the opportunity for me in person."

Martin waved his hand: "These are all trivial matters. I won't give up the chance to be the protagonist to you."

Mene swore, "Whoever dares to steal your leading role, I will fight him to the death. Boss Martin, I can't guarantee anything else, but I have licked a lot of old women. As long as I go back and make them sweet and comfortable, I can't say I'm helping them, but it won't be difficult to dig a hole for them."

Martin said, "I won't be polite to you if I need you."

Mene said cheerfully: "My tongue skills are among the best in the whole club... no, in the whole Los Angeles."

Martin thought of the casting director: "Don't lose contact with Mary-Gail. You'll have ten times more luck with a woman than a man."

Mene is aware of this: "I don't want to be blown up either."

For a man with normal sexual orientation, who would want to be gay? He cannot accept either being gay or being gay.

Everyone arrived in Los Angeles, and Patrick had reserved a table at the Lemon Acid Restaurant yesterday. The French meal was too exquisite, and the atmosphere was a bit weird for several grown men to dine together.

Craven said, "We should go eat Brazilian barbecue."

Martin continued, "Next time we have a party, I'll treat you to a more relaxed restaurant."

After lunch, the people who had sharpened their guns together did not plan to go out for drinks and went their separate ways.

(End of this chapter)