America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 118: People fighting for the top spot (Leader plus 13)

The bus left Los Angeles International Airport and, at the strong request of Hart, Carrington and others, did not go to the hotel first, but went straight to Warner Studios in Burbank.

Martin rented a professional dance studio here.

The stylish group can't wait to meet their dad.

Eighteen handsome men make their way to Hollywood!
When they arrived at the studio entrance, Hart and Carrington asked the guys to pack their lunch gear, walked into the studio in a mighty procession, and followed Bruce to find the dance studio.

Bruce opened the door of the dance studio and saw a familiar figure stretching. Hart, who was well prepared, rushed up first.

After a few run-up steps, Hart slid to his knees on the slippery ground, threw one hand behind him, and the whiteboard marker in his hand, together with the paint on his two knees, drew three stripes on the floor.

Carrington and the other handsome guys also slid down on their knees, each leaving three stripes.

Hart opened his arms and almost hugged Martin's legs: "Dad Martin, can we get full marks this time? Look, we slid and knelt on three bars!"

The originally clean and tidy dance studio was made dirty by these idiots. Martin was so angry that he wanted to kill someone: "Old Bull, take out your gun, take these people out, and shoot them all."

Hart spread his hands and covered his buttocks: "No! Let Old Bull, this pervert, stay away from us!"

Brian said: "We lived in the shadow of Bruce in Atlanta, and we are still threatened by him when we came to Los Angeles."

Bruce slowly raised his right hand and pushed his coat back, his movements were graceful, like a civilized man.

Seeing the civilized man about to appear, Hart quickly lowered his head, blew on the floor, and started wiping with his sleeves: "Hurry up, clean the floor. If you make Martin's father unhappy, do you still want to be on TV?"

Eighteen handsome men turned into eighteen cleaners.

Mene who was standing aside was dumbfounded. What kind of bastards are these? They are so shameless and have no idea what shame is!

He remained silent: "Compared to these people, am I too thin-skinned?"

Are these guys here to rob the boss?
Mene immediately ran to the next door, got a white towel, and squatted down to wipe the floor.

Martin ignored these nonsense and took a few steps forward to Annie, hugging her gently. "Teacher Annie, I'm sorry to bother you again this time."

Anne said, "The club paid for it." She smiled, "How many days do we have left?"

"20 days." Martin gave the exact time and added: "During these days I will not do anything else but focus on training."

Anne checked the dance studio: "You already have the basics. 20 days of specializing in one dance is enough."

Bruce brought more towels from next door and distributed them to Hart, Carrington and others, asking them to restore the floor to its original state.

Martin suggested: "You guys go back to the hotel and rest, we'll start tomorrow."

Annie put down her backpack and said, "No need. I've been on the plane for a long time, so I'll just move my body."

Hart turned around and said, "We can't wait any longer!"

Others echoed.

Menez felt a huge threat and his status seemed to be declining sharply.

Originally second only to old Bush, but now retreated to the Pacific Ocean?
He quietly found Bruce and asked, "Old Bruce, what's wrong with them? Why do they worship the boss so much?"

Bruce said, "They all starred in Zombie Gigolo, and that movie tripled their tips. Now, if they follow Martin to the awards ceremony, how much do you think their tips will increase?"

Mene's brain was quick, and he immediately understood: "Am I in the same business as them?"

"Almost." Bruce found a suitable description: "Middle-aged and elderly women's favorite."

He patted Mene's shoulder gently and said, "Those idiots will go back to Atlanta after the awards ceremony."

Mene felt relieved. He really couldn't bear it if eighteen guys came to compete with him for the boss position.

Anne and the handsome men's group changed into dance costumes, warmed up with Martin, and began training.

Professional fitness and body shaping that lasted for more than half a year helped Martin a lot.

Moreover, he does not go for the feminine route, and his public image off the screen is that of a sunny and handsome man.

In the evening, Martin booked a small restaurant in the hotel to entertain a group of old friends from Atlanta.

"The club business is booming right now." Hart sat in his chair and talked nonstop: "The boss opened a branch in the east of Atlanta, and next to the branch he opened a motel and a sex toy store, so our goddess can enjoy one-stop service."

Carrington continued: "Our income has increased a lot, and we have all moved into middle-class communities."

Martin raised his glass at this time: "I wish our lives will get better and better!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank from them.

Hart added: "I'm engaged. Do you know what gift I'm giving to my fiancée?"

Mene said, "You can't just pick a star from the sky and give it to her."

Hart poured the wine, came over and clinked glasses with Mene, and said, "Hey, man, have you heard of the Atlantic Astronomical Society? It's one of the largest astronomical societies in the United States. I bought the naming rights of a star from them and named it after my fiancée! I gave her a star!"

Martin remembered clearly that the Atlantic Astronomical Society was the one created by Harris Carter.

He asked, “Who did you buy it from?”

"Uh... a girl who is an astronomy volunteer, about fifteen or sixteen years old." Hart described her as best he could: "Long legs, big breasts, tall, very pretty. Girls nowadays seem to have grown up on hormones, they are so well developed."

Martin had an idea.

The next day they had to practice dancing, so the group dispersed before 9 o'clock. Hart and his friends stayed at the hotel, while Martin and Bruce returned to their North Hollywood apartment.

As soon as I entered the second-floor corridor, the door across from me opened and Jessica came out. This time she was very serious and didn't mess around. She said, "Someone sent you a package. You weren't at home, so Antonio asked me to put it in the mailbox on the first floor. Don't forget to pick it up."

Martin said, "Thank you."

Bruce went downstairs quickly and brought up a small cardboard box.

Jessica wanted to say something, but was pulled back by Emily inside.

Bruce whispered, "They've gotten smarter."

Martin took the box, opened the door and went into the house. Bruce followed him in and went to the refrigerator to get ice water.

"It was mailed from Atlanta," he reminded.

Martin looked at the shipping address, Clayton Community.

He asked for the saber that Bruce always carried with him, unpacked it in a few moves, opened the thick shock-proof foam, and found a long object wrapped in black cotton cloth inside.

Bruce was curious: "What is this? There's also a photo."

There was a photo under the long object. Martin picked it up and saw that the person in the photo was Lily.
Bruce asked, "This seems to be Elena's sister?"

Martin nodded: "This is Lily."

As he spoke, he subconsciously opened the long package.

But when Lily's name came out, something suddenly felt wrong.

What did Lily send by mail?
The black cotton cloth had been opened, revealing the shape of the sculpture wrapped inside. It was a bluish-white sculpture of a human figure with bull horns.

Martin looked carefully and found that it vaguely looked like him, but the mouth was turned up to the roots of the ears and he had a red nose, like a clown.

Bruce had just taken a sip of ice water when he saw the portrait sculpture and choked. He then started coughing violently and tried to laugh while coughing.

Martin's face turned black. Fortunately, it was only Old Brook who was there. If this had been opened in public, he would have been socially disgraced.

"What did you do to people?" Bruce couldn't wait to say as soon as he stopped coughing, "No way? Even a pervert like me thinks you're a stinking piece of shit pervert!"

Because it was nothing, Martin was very calm: "It's just an ordinary hand-carved piece, old Bu, your mind is too dirty, it's just a clown."

Old Bull wanted to ridicule again, but Martin decided to deliver a fatal blow: "I heard from Hart that Sofia might come to Los Angeles. Will she come to see you then?"

The bloody scar was revealed, and Bruce turned around and left: "I'm going to go back and get my gun, don't close the door!"

Martin said, "I'll wait for you to come back."

Bruce was exhausted and frustrated, and he left without looking back.

Martin looked carefully at the figures carved from buffalo horns. Except for the clown shape, all others were good.

It has also been carefully polished and looks like it was hand-polished.

Martin put it away and put it back in the box and found words behind Lily's photo.

"I'm giving you a special sculpture. I hope you live a different life in Los Angeles, just like this sculpture."

Martin raised his fist, but since the person was not in front of him, he could only bang it on Lily's photo.

The photos and horn carvings were all put away and placed in Martin's gift box.

There are also crocodile teeth in the box.

Should I give one to every female I know in the future?
It seems someone has done this before...

The following night, Martin made an appointment with Wes Craven and others to drink together. During the drink, he heard Craven mention that he was having an affair with Alexander Aja.

Of course, it was not a bayonet fight, but a great collision of ideas and creativity.

Both of them had an idea for a horror movie, and after communicating with each other, they found that they had similarities, so they joined forces and combined them into one.

Craven promised Martin the leading role, and Alexander Aja also said he wanted to work with Martin, so they are completely in agreement on this aspect.

The two specifically told Martin to come and discuss the script when they started writing it so that the male lead could be better matched with the actor himself.

Of course Martin agreed immediately.

As for investment, Wes Craven will have no trouble finding funding for his horror films.

If all else fails, Martin has a backup plan.

Can cast Greater Summoning on Atlanta.

Afterwards, Martin devoted all his energy to dance training, striving to achieve good enough results when performing on stage.

As the Saturn Awards ceremony approached, he took time out to order custom-made men's tuxedos and dance costumes, had Bruce rent a luxury car, and participated in two consecutive rehearsals for the awards ceremony.

This time, with sponsorship from the Beast House Club, Martin has sufficient budget and funds.

On May 2004, 5, the 15th Saturn Awards ceremony kicked off at the Avalon Theater in Los Angeles.

The leader paid it back even faster.

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(End of this chapter)