America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 124 Another Plate
North Hollywood, Valley Shooting Range.

Martin wore earplugs and held the AR rifle on his shoulder. He stared at the moving target and pulled the trigger rhythmically. The bullets hit the target one after another without a single shot missing.

The gunfire stopped, Bruce glanced at the electronic display and said, "All hit the target, man, your skills have improved."

Antonio came over carrying an old Winchester rifle, glanced at the monitor, and shook his head: "Martin, your level is average."

Martin put down his gun and shrugged: "It's up to you."

Antonio stood in front of the target, as steady as a rock, raised his old-fashioned rifle, aimed at the moving target and fired continuously.

Every time he fired a shot, his fat body shook continuously, as if it had absorbed all the recoil.

Antonio was as fat as a ball, but his hand speed was so fast that it put the single boy to shame. He changed the bullet in the middle and shot ten bullets. The worst shot hit eight rings.

Bruce was surprised: "I didn't realize that you are the civilized person."

Martin didn't expect that the fat landlord had a fast and accurate shooting speed.

Antonio took off his earplugs and began to breathe heavily. The two big lumps on his chest were shaking violently. It seemed that if he couldn't breathe, he would die on the spot.

Martin asked, "Do you want to call a doctor?"

Antonio held onto the pillar beside him and shook his head. After half a minute, he finally spoke: "Too fat. Shooting is too strenuous a burden."

Martin said: "It's a good thing you don't have a beautiful wife."

Bruce then said, "Anthony, you must not look for a wife. Martin's bastard father is best at hooking up with the neighbors' wives. Do you think he won't?"

Martin gave Old Bull a middle finger.

Antonio's breathing became smoother and he patted his belly which was bigger than a basketball. He said, "My brother has shrunk so much that I can't even see him anymore. Why would I need a wife?" He was a man who understood life. "I have millions of dollars in assets. Why would I need a wife to help me spend money?"

"You have understood life thoroughly." Martin didn't dare to let him shoot again: "Let's go and take a rest."

As he walked, he said, "Not bad for shooting."

Antonio swung the two big lumps on his chest and said: "The best sharpshooters in the world are all fat."

Just as we reached the rest area, Mene came over from outside.

He looked embarrassed: "I had an audition and I'm late."

Martin pulled up a chair and sat down, then asked, "The one that Craven recommended?"

"Yes, Land of the Dead." Mene opened his mouth wide and curled his hands into claws. "I'm playing a zombie with a very unique personality. Director Craven recommended me. The casting director, Eva, is a 55-year-old woman..."

He was embarrassed to say it out loud because Antonio, an outsider, was present.

Martin and Bruce could understand.

Mene is indeed the killer of middle-aged and elderly women.

Antonio looked at Mene briefly, then skillfully took out a business card and handed it to him: "Doctor Hyena, specializes in anorectal medicine. Go as soon as possible if you need me, don't delay."

Seeing Mene in a daze, he said, "I've been in North Hollywood for many years and have seen several clients with anal prolapse."

Mene was speechless. He originally wanted to throw it away, but after thinking about it carefully, he put it away again. What if he might need it someday?
Before the Saturn Awards ceremony, he heard from Hart and Carrington that there was a poor rogue in Atlanta who hooked up with a rich woman who liked to be his girlfriend and made a lot of money.

If such a rich woman really comes to him, it is not impossible to consider it.

Someone passed by, a young man in his twenties, saw Martin, his eyes stayed on his face for a few seconds, and said, "Excuse me, are you a star?"

Martin smiled at the man: "Hello."

The young man immediately said, "You are..." He couldn't remember Martin's name, but he remembered, "I saw you taking a photo with Hugh Jackman holding the Saturn Award. You are as handsome in person as in the photo."

Mene understood that the man didn't remember Martin, but remembered that Martin had taken a photo with Hugh Jackman at the Saturn Awards, so he quickly introduced him: "My boss is Martin Davis, the best young actor at the Saturn Awards, and a Hollywood supernova."

The young man took out his phone: "Take a photo?"

Martin didn't refuse and asked Bruce to help take a photo.

After everyone left, Antonio was surprised: "You have fans now?"

Martin was very cocky: "I won a big prize once."

Antonio stood up tremblingly: "Come on, let's go back and take a photo in front of the apartment. When you become a big star, I will put the photo in the middle of the lobby. Then the house will be rented out exclusively to actors, and the rent will be double what it is now!"

Martin smiled: "You have to give me a commission."

Back at the door of the apartment, Martin took a photo with Antonio.

Seeing that it was about time, he drove to Warner Studios.

After making a phone call and waiting for a while, Louise came out from the studio door.

When she got on the passenger seat, Martin saw that her brows were furrowed, so he stretched out a finger and slowly smoothed them, then asked, "Are you worried about something?"

"Let's go get a drink first." Louise fastened her seat belt: "I don't feel well."

Martin started the car and went to North Hollywood: "Work?"

Louise didn't want to say more, so she asked again, "If I go bankrupt, will you kick me away?"

"Of course not," Martin said. "I'm a good man with a conscience."

Louise shook her head: "You? Do you have a conscience?" She stopped talking about these troubles: "Let's go find a place to drink."

Martin smelled a faint scent of alcohol from her: "Did you drink at noon? Don't drink anymore, I'll take you to eat something special." He found a Chinese restaurant that he occasionally went to, but was worried that Louise would not be used to it, so he ordered local Chinese food.

The two chatted while eating.

Louise asked, "Have you reached an agreement on the project with Craven?"

Martin changed the serving chopsticks and helped her pick up the food: "We are short of investors..."

Louise misunderstood and said, "A considerable portion of my last compilation funds were invested in Alexander the Great."

Martin said, "That's not what I meant. I wanted to ask you, how feasible is it to introduce funds from Atlanta?"

This reminded Louise: "Of course it is possible."

"How about this, I'll put together a new team." She thought of Gray Company in Atlanta: "Count that bitch Kelly and your supporters, and put together a new team."

She pondered for a moment, "Kelly and I don't have a lot of money, so we have to rely on your support group for the main investment. This time it's different from 'Zombie Gigolo'. I promise to sign a distribution profit-sharing agreement for the project, so there will be more room for accounting."

Martin couldn't help laughing: "I found out, behind me... No, there's no one to support me from below, it's too difficult to climb up."

"I'm going to be on top tonight and suppress you!" Louise stated her position and then said, "Are you sure you can get the funds?"

Martin nodded: "I have contacted Atlanta once, and there is no problem." He looked at Louise affectionately: "Drunkard, I found out that you are still the best to me."

Louise snorted and told the devastating truth: "Since Scream, no film produced or directed by Wes Craven has lost money."

Martin said: "Once the crew is formed, I will throw a party with more variety."

After dinner, the two went to the Malibu beach to watch the night view. When they returned to the apartment building, loud singing floated into the air.

Antonio moved his fat body to the entrance of the second-floor corridor and shouted, "Martin Davis, my Friendship Gun says that you will be removed from the friend list."

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Venice, a seaside town in Los Angeles at night.

Kim Kardashian parked her car in front of a hotel, made a phone call, and took the elevator to the 6th floor.

The door opened and Bruce waved at her. He waited for her to come in and lock the door. He glanced at her face and asked, "What's going on?"

Jin looked pitiful: "In the afternoon, because of a piece of clothing, Paris threw it at me and hit my face with the hanger."

Bruce saw through the woman's mind: "Did she fulfill her promise in Australia?"

Kim looked unhappy. Although she was disappointed with Paris in Brisbane, she still held a glimmer of hope.

Even after returning to Los Angeles for so long, Paris has said nothing about being introduced to the celebrity circle.

Jin's tears welled up in her eyes: "I am totally confused now, I don't know what to do..."

Bruce said, "It's very simple. Find a time when Paris is depressed and encourage her to go to the bar to drink. With your ability, it won't be difficult to make her completely drunk. Argue with her for a few words and let her drive herself. The rest will be easy."

Jin asked, "Should I come forward again, be interviewed by reporters, and defend her?"

Bruce laughed: "Didn't you say something for Paris in front of the media recently?"

"I understand." Jin turned around, put his hands on the wall, and bent his waist and raised his hips.

An ambitious girl with a big butt and a story so perverted that it's hard to describe.

Nearly an hour later, Jin came out of the room, returned to his car, opened his bag, took out the recorder, put on a smile, and pressed the play button.

The result was that all that was emitted was noise, and no one could make out any words.

"The recorder is broken?" Jin slapped it a few times, but it was still broken. He was so angry that he threw it onto the passenger seat.

On the way back, Paris called and asked Kim to go back quickly and drive her out for a drink.

There is no need to look for opportunities because they are always there.

Jin decided to do it tonight.

After picking up Paris, Kim drove to a familiar bar and took advantage of Paris's unpreparedness without much effort, making Paris, who was in the most dissolute stage of her life, drunk.

Kim used a small matter to anger Paris, who scolded her on the spot and told her to get out several times.

And just like that, Jin left the bar.

Paris got in the car alone and prepared to return to her residence.

The car was driving unsteadily and was swaying. Jin sat in the taxi he had called and followed it for a while, but found that the common patrol police car had not appeared yet.

She took out her cell phone and called 911: "Hello... I was in the middle of Sunset Boulevard and saw someone driving dangerously. The license plate number is..."

A few minutes later, a patrol car with flashing lights appeared and asked Paris to stop for inspection.

Not only did the car not stop, it sped up until the LAPD took action several times to force it to stop.

Then came the routine inspection and the drunk driving test. Paris couldn't even walk in a straight line because she was drunk and couldn't even stand steadily.

Paparazzi quickly gathered around and filmed the entire process.

Kim thought that Paris's driver's license would at least be suspended, and then she could find a way to make her drive drunk...

(End of this chapter)