America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 133: Adapt to changing circumstances
The hotel's private beach was booked by two film crews. Crew members could party on the beach at any time on Saturday, with unlimited alcohol, drinks, and barbecues.

The crew clearly showed discrimination. Men who were not members of the crew were not allowed to enter, but women were free to join in the party on the beach as long as they wanted.

Martin walked onto the beach alone in his swimming trunks.

Ajia shouted to him, "Martin, come here, let's play a game."

On the five-a-side beach soccer field, Ajia gathered a group of female players with the strong appeal of the director.

Martin ran over immediately.

There are at least a dozen girls in swimsuits in the small circled playground.

They are all young actors from the neighboring crew who play female football players.

Ajia said: "We two are captains, each picking four players to play."

Martin stepped on the football: "Okay."

The female players around were all excited, holding out their hands and jumping and shouting, "Director Ajia, choose me! Choose me!"

Martin asked loudly, "Who wants to be on my team?"

Not far away, the famous beauty lover Blake Lively was running towards this side quickly, shouting as she ran: "Save a seat for me!"

She is tall and has long legs, and there is no flaw in her figure, except that she looks a bit mature.

Blake ran onto the court, winked at Martin, but ran over to Ajia's side.

Ajia raised a finger and shook it at Martin: "Dude, you're not attractive enough."

Martin turned back to the girls, "I'm going to pick someone."

Several female players jumped out and said, "We are on the same team with you."

Martin randomly selected four Latin female players and the tallest one was to be the goalkeeper.

Ajia said, "Let you kick off first."

"Beauties!" Martin stood in the middle of the field and said, "We have to score a goal first!"

He kicked the ball to the guy in black swimsuit on his left, turned and ran towards the opponent's court, and the guy in black swimsuit immediately passed the ball back.

Martin played football in middle school in his previous life, but he hadn't played football in many years, so he immediately took a wide tumble when he caught the ball.

A girl in a golden swimsuit rushed over to grab the ball, but she seemed to have failed to brake and crashed into him with the ball.

Martin truly felt what it meant to hit someone with the ball.

No wonder Ajia wants to organize a beach soccer game.

Blake, the real face dog, bumped into Martin and seemed to be about to fall. He hugged Martin's arm and pressed hard on it.

Ajia rushed past Martin with the ball.

Martin didn't bother to defend him, only fools would defend men.

Blake stood up and rushed forward.

Martin went back to defend, and just as he got into position, he saw Blake, who had received the ball, running straight towards him.

There was no shot, no pass, no fake move, the real handsome guy Blake just bumped into Martin.

Martin fell to the ground and hit the beach.

Blake also fell down, lying on top of Martin.

Perhaps because she was hurt by the fall, or perhaps because she remembered something, she rolled back and forth on Martin.

Ajia was stunned and understood why the heroine next door wanted to be in the same team with him.

He wasn't the target at all!
The black-haired Latin girl next to her curled her lips and almost blurted out the word shameless.

But the crew was arranged by the other party's father, so even if you want to call her a bitch, you have to hold back.

"Sorry." Blake struggled to get up: "I didn't hold on. Did I hurt you?"

In front of so many people, what could Martin say: "It doesn't matter."

Blake struggled to get up, reached out to pull Martin, and couldn't help but admire: "You are so strong."

"You're very fit." Martin also praised and stood up to brush off the sand on his body.

“I practiced soccer and was a cheerleader since sixth grade,” Blake said.

Martin nodded. Have you practiced this before and still dribbled the ball into people?

Ajia became impatient and shouted, "You two, are you still going to continue?"

Martin stretched his arms a bit: "Why not continue?"

Not far away, Vogel was sitting on a beach chair, with a panoramic view of it all.

The gap in the choice of resources has broken my heart with sadness.

Vogel climbed up by stepping on others, and he doesn't mind continuing to step on others to climb up.

In his mind, this is the Hollywood ladder, and each step up is the body of an opponent.

Rick came over and said, "It's better to go in the afternoon. Accidents are more likely to happen at night."

“Is it all done?” Vogel asked.

Rick nodded slightly: "The snake is ready. Please call me before you leave so I can prepare in advance."

Vogel understood why Rick wanted to do this: "After the deal is done, I will give you a balance. Just watch your mouth."

Rick laughed: "I'm a Mexican, I can't threaten you."

Vogel waved his hand and Rick left.

More than 20 meters away from the two men, Bruce covered his face with sunglasses, took out his newly bought camera phone, and took several photos of Rick in succession.

He then called Dalot, the crew's security supervisor, and sent a picture via MMS.

On the field, the other female players are not focusing on playing football. These Mexican girls dream of going to the United States.

Ajia was knocked into the goal by the enthusiastic female players.

Martin was not doing well either, as he was knocked down by several female players, and more rushed forward with the ball. It was terrible!

Martin was like a wounded soldier lingering in the bombing, struggling to crawl out from the bombardment of the female players.

Two long legs came running over from the opposite side, Blake rushed over to rescue them, pulled Martin up and ran away.

"Hurry! Hurry!" Martin lost all the face of the man, but safety is much more important than face.

After running a few dozen meters, Martin stopped.

Blake caught up with him from behind, wiped the sand off his face, and stared at his handsome face: "Are you okay?"

Martin spread his legs and stretched them a little: "No big problem."

Blake tried to wipe the sand off Martin's body again. When he turned around, he saw the open-air shower area and grabbed Martin's arm, saying, "Go over there and wash off the sand on your body."

It was hot, he was sweating, and his body was covered in sand, which made Martin feel uncomfortable, so he followed them over there.

After washing in the water, it was no longer suitable to sunbathe, so Martin found a beach chair and lay under a parasol.

Blake brought over two cold drinks and handed one to Martin: "This should suit your taste."

Martin took it, nodded and smiled: "Thank you."

Blake was lying on a beach chair nearby, covering his chest and abdomen with a towel, but his long legs were draped over the side of the beach chair. He deliberately kept shaking in front of Martin and asked, "When are you coming to the crew? I'm waiting to rehearse with you. You're playing the person I love, and I don't feel anything acting with an assistant."

Martin casually replied, "I can finish filming next week."

He noticed that Old Bull was walking by and said, "I have something to do. Let's talk later."

"I'll wait for you here." Blake watched Martin leave and pondered.

People are good-looking, and the company focuses on training...

Although she is a face lover, Blake grew up in a family of actors and thinks much more than ordinary girls.

Coming to a locker room, Bruce closed the door from the inside and said, "I informed Dalot. His people are following the stage manager. The other party seems to have gone to the wild."

Dalot was the security director hired by the crew before. This kind of person is very powerful locally.

Martin was surprised: "What are you doing in the wild? Shooting? Not likely, the outdoor scenes have been shot."

Bruce suggested, "It's best to find out what he's going to do and then react accordingly. I'm sure you can handle it within the confines of the hotel."

Martin emphasized: "Old Bull, you have to guard my rear."

Bruce said, "Don't worry, I'll protect you. Dalot and his team have a lot of cooperation with Hollywood. They get paid to do things. They have a good reputation. I make a phone call and at least a dozen people will come."

This sounded unreliable, and Martin felt scared, but he trusted Old Bull.

Before leaving, Bruce said again: "Just act on the situation, find out what he's going to do, I'll be near you."

Martin returned to the beach and found Craven, Ajia, Capis and others, each taking the female players back to the hotel.

Judging from the situation, I guess he may not come out even in the afternoon.

Martin returned to the parasol and found Blake still waiting for him to come back.

Blake watched Martin walking towards the sunshine and found it pleasing to the eye. He was so handsome.

She has a pretty face and a good figure.

Martin lay back in his beach chair and chatted with Blake until almost noon.

The two crews prepared a sumptuous lunch, which was held in the hotel's No. 1 Grand Ballroom.

Not many people came.

The main male cast and crew members took the Mexican female players back to the room early.

Martin showered, changed his clothes, and went to the banquet hall.

The lunch was a buffet. Martin got a bunch of food and a bottle of wine. Just as he found a place to sit down, Blake, who had changed into a dress, came.

She placed the glass across from Martin: "Pour me a glass."

Martin habitually asked, "You are under drinking age."

Blake said, "This is not America." She hooked her finger and called a young actor in the crew: "Help me get a bottle of wine."

The little actor acted like a servant and went to get the wine obediently.

Blake seemed to be concerned about Martin: "This has nothing to do with you."

The young actor brought over the drinks, and a few others followed, one of whom was Mike Vogel.

He was holding two bottles of Mexican tequila and sat next to me. "Martin, long time no see. Would you like to have a drink together?"

Martin smiled, his mind working quickly. Spreading the news stimulated his competitive spirit. Drinkers tend to be impulsive, so why not provoke him into a fight? He was a good comrade who could withstand the test of alcohol.

Vogel opened the bottle, filled two glasses, pushed one to the edge of the table, and said to Martin: "I reminded you about Andrew Nickell. You owe me a favor."

Martin didn't touch the drink and took his own whiskey: "I can't handle tequila."

Vogel tilted his head and glanced at the alcohol content marked on the whiskey: "Please do as you please."

Martin opened the bottle, poured a glass, clinked glasses with Vogel, and said calmly: "Thank you for last time."

The two toasted and drank together.

It's hard to stop drinking once you start. Vogel knew this very well. While chatting with Martin, he found various reasons to pour wine.

Martin also wanted to see what he did.

After a few drinks, the two of them started talking nonsense.

He brags about the awesome things he has done and how good of a fighter he is, as if he can destroy the earth by himself, and no one is willing to admit defeat.

Blake was slightly disappointed. It seemed that his idol wasn't a good drinker?

Martin boasted that he was the toughest and best fighter in Georgia.

Vogel boasts that he is the best man in Baja California.

(End of this chapter)