America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 116 The King of War
Inspired by Wes Craven's one-on-one challenge against Jason and Freddy when he was over 60, Martin went to the fitness center less than an hour after returning.

Decades away, he wants to get in shape and build up his endurance.

If Kate gets confused and accepts Louise's invitation, it will not be one against two, but one against three.

Three women around 30 years old, their waists creaked as they thought about their old age.

"Keep your shoulders and elbows perpendicular to the ground and your torso straight!"

The female coach Susie squatted on the ground, moved her hand from Martin's head back, and instructed him on the essentials of the plank: "Stretch your torso straight, keep your head, shoulders, hips and ankles in the same plane, tighten your abdominal muscles, pelvic floor muscles, gluteus maximus and that part of you, and keep breathing evenly."

Martin was propped up on the ground, motionless, as if there was a beautiful woman lying underneath him who would break if he pressed her.

Susie looked at the stopwatch and said, "Very good, hold on." She encouraged him in her own way, "You can hold on for five more minutes when facing your girlfriend. Come on! OK, time's up, take it back, and relax."

Martin stood up and moved around a little, then took the towel Susie handed him and wiped his sweat.

Susie finally had time to ask, "Where's Bruce? Why can't I see him?"

Martin said, "I'll be there in a minute."

As they were talking, Bruce came in from the door. Susie immediately left Martin behind and went over to greet Bruce: "You're late today."

Bruce said, "Something happened and delayed me."

He winked at Martin, who said, "Let's go and rest for a while, Susie. I'll call you if there's anything else."

Susie watched the two leave and turned to look at her unusually developed gluteus maximus. Isn't her sexy butt attractive?
Two good men with strong wills and disdain for beauty came to the rest area of ​​the fitness center and found a deserted place to sit down.

Bruce opened the bag and handed everything to Martin. "The bills are all in there. They include the expenses for the Sacred Valley, the rental of the villa, and the props and costumes. Adding up all the expenses, you spent more than $6 for one party."

Martin looked through it and said, "It's really not money to spend."

Bruce said, "I hope there will be some reward." He simply said, "I have finished the finishing touches."

After a short rest, the two of them returned to their fitness activities.

It wasn't just Martin who was provoked by Wes Craven last night, it was Bruce as well.

It is really enviable that a man in his sixties can have such combat power and output frequency.

What men fear the most is that their hearts are not old, but their bodies are. When they meet a girl they like, they can only look at her helplessly.

That would easily lead to abnormality.

On Monday morning, Martin was still sleeping soundly when he heard a knock on the door. He thought someone across the street was looking for Jessica, but when he came out of the bedroom, he heard the voice of the landlord Antonio.

When he opened the door, he saw Antonio standing in front of Bruce's door with a gun, and hurriedly said, "It's me, Martin, we're one, don't shoot!"

Antonio patted his old shotgun and said, "Don't worry, this is a gun of friendship. We won't shoot our own people."

Bruce opened the door, pistol in hand.

Antonio quickly said, "Don't shoot, we're on the same side! There's something wrong with my gun. You said last time that you could fix it."

Bruce nodded: "Come in."

Martin followed him into Bruce's apartment.

Bruce inspected the shotgun and went to find the tool box.

Martin said to the landlord, "You're running around with a gun, be careful not to hurt someone by mistake."

"The gun of friendship will not cause accidental injuries." Antonio had too much fat and it was difficult for him to stand. He sat down on the sofa. The sofa springs creaked so loudly that it made people doubt whether they would bounce back after he sat down.

Antonio gestured and said, "Anyone who is shot by the gun of friendship is not a good person."

Martin gave a thumbs up: "It is worthy of being called the Gun of Friendship."

Bruce found the tools and came over because a part of his gun was broken and he had to go out to buy another one.

Martin had work to do today, so he went to Warner Studios alone to dub a scene for "House of Wax". At noon, his agent Thomas called and said there was an urgent matter.

He immediately rushed to the agency.

Thomas was extremely excited when he saw Martin: "This morning, a friend from the Science Fiction and Horror Film Academy called me and said that Wes Craven specifically contacted the jury and confirmed that you will be nominated for Best Young Actor. The nomination list will be officially announced at the end of April."

Martin asked, "What about the awards ceremony?"

Thomas said, "In mid-May, our chances of winning the award are infinite!" He took out a fax from the drawer: "It's from the Science Fiction and Horror Film Academy, inviting you to be a guest performer. I borrowed Craven's influence to get it for you."

Martin reacted very quickly and stretched out his fist: "Thomas Ryan, do you think we are a golden combination?"

Thomas finished the bowl of chicken soup in one gulp, bumped fists with Martin, and said in a low voice: "We are a golden combination, we are developing well, and we have a bright future!"

"Will the award ceremony be broadcast live on TV?" Martin saw Thomas nod and asked, "What should I perform?"

Thomas said, "Of course it's what you're best at. This is a good opportunity to increase exposure and popularity. We need to design it carefully to attract the most attention." Martin decided, "Then let's do the zombie machine gun dance."

Thomas thought of the video that made the man feel inferior and said, "I think so."

Martin knew very well that, apart from the machine gun dance, he was only amateur in the rest of the dance moves, so he said, "I need a teacher who is good at the zombie dance and can fully combine the machine gun dance with the zombie dance. You can't find the right person, so I'll call someone from Atlanta."

“Go to your original choreographer and dance teacher,” Thomas advises.

"Please confirm with the Saturn Awards first." Martin had the phone number of Anne, the choreographer of Beast House, in his hand: "I can call her anytime."

At this point, he came up with a new idea: "In 'Zombie Dancing Man', I have a zombie vampire dance troupe. When you communicate with them, ask if you can bring the dance troupe."

It’s a reasonable request, Thomas said: “I’ll communicate with them.”

Martin asked, "Are there any new jobs in sight?"

Thomas pulled up the computer data and printed it out directly: "The company just informed me this morning that a multi-party film project about an arms dealer has been confirmed to have Nicolas Cage as the male lead, and the director is Andrew Nichol of WMA."

Cage didn't need to say much, so Martin asked, "The director's name sounds familiar."

Thomas said: "The screenwriter of The Truman Show was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay."

Martin said, “No wonder it sounds familiar.”

Thomas sorted out the printed materials and continued, "The investment in this film is said to be 5000 million US dollars. You are auditioning for a supporting role, the younger brother of the male lead."

Martin picked up the information and looked at it carefully. It was not difficult to determine that this was "Lord of War", a once very famous film.

He asked, "Are auditions competitive?"

Thomas nodded. “I’m not sure about other companies. This morning, the company just recommended you, Mike Vogel, and Joe Anderson’s information to the crew and director. Andrew Nichol is the director, screenwriter, and executive producer. He has the final say on the auditions.”

Martin asked directly: "Is there any information about the director? Hobbies or style?"

"He likes blonde or brunette actresses with good figures, and his girlfriend is Canadian model and actress Rachel Roberts." Thomas knows: "He has unique insights, strong control, and likes to try new and bold things."

Martin understood it from another perspective: "That is to say, he likes sexy blonde or brunette actresses, likes to be the boss of the crew, and has a lot of tricks."

Thomas thought about it and was unable to refute it. He said, "One of the reasons I called you here is that after Andrew received the company's recommendation, he wanted to meet with the three of you candidates separately before the audition. This is actually also an audition, which is more important than the audition in two weeks."

Martin looked in Thomas's mirror and asked, "How am I now?"

"Very good." Thomas said honestly: "She has the looks and the figure."

He glanced at the time: "Hold your breath, Andrew can't come until after four o'clock."

Martin waited until 4:15, when an assistant called and told Thomas to take the actors to the small conference room upstairs to meet Andrew Nicol.

When he arrived outside the small conference room, Martin found that Mike Vogel and his agent Pinto had already arrived.

Half a minute later, Joe Anderson, with long hair, walked over alone.

Then, Eric Lively, who was seen last time, also came accompanied by his sister Blake Lively and his agent.

Four distinct groups formed in the corridor. The atmosphere was not tense, but there was no communication either.

Martin suddenly felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

The door to the conference room opened and Andrew's assistant came out to call people. Eric was the first to go in. He came out less than half a minute after the door closed.

As soon as he got out of the door, Eric started complaining, "What's going on? He asked if your father was Ernie? And then he said I was unsuitable and that he had a grudge against my dad?"

Blake was young, but he knew some social etiquette, so he quickly pulled Eric back and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"I didn't say anything nonsense, it was obviously this director..." Before Eric could finish his words, Blake pinched his arm hard and dragged him away.

The agent quickly followed to comfort her.

Mike Vogel was the second to go in, and came out two minutes later, shaking his head at his agent.

Pinto lowered his voice: "Why?"

Mike Vogel said: "I can't accept it, it's as simple as that."

The assistant called Martin's name at the door. Martin passed by Mike Vogel and heard his words. He turned around and took a look.

Mike Vogel also looked at him, and their eyes met in the air. Mike Vogel suddenly smiled and said, "Man, I failed. Good luck to you."

Martin was confused for a moment when his competitor suddenly said this. He certainly didn't think that Vogel was sincerely wishing him well.

Given the situation at the door, if killing was not against the law, without Eric's advice, the three of them would definitely pull out knives and stab each other.

(End of this chapter)