America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 140 What should be snatched must be snatched

On the terrace of the villa, Louise wore a silk casual outfit that showed off her figure. She sat at the small dining table and enjoyed a steak dinner with Martin.

Martin cut a piece of roast meat and put it into his mouth, saying, "The chef is very good and the meat is also very good."

Louise ate in small bites and swallowed the food in her mouth: "Italian quinine steak. I know you like to eat meat, so I specially called the chef over."

Martin enjoyed the deliciousness of the meat: "I really don't know how to thank you."

Louise didn't eat much, so she took her napkin to wipe her mouth and said bluntly, "You didn't bring me a souvenir?"

Martin felt in his pocket, clenched his fist and held it out to Louise.

Louise's face was full of anticipation.

Martin loosened his grip and a pendant fell down. Under the rope was a polished, white and smooth crocodile tooth.

Louise was so angry that she wanted to hit someone: "You sent me off once."

"It's different. The last one was an Australian saltwater crocodile." Martin said confidently, "This time it's a Morele's crocodile."

Louise picked up the wine glass and stared at Martin, as if she was going to throw it in his face.

Martin stopped teasing her, took back the pendant, took out a notepad, and pushed it to Louise: "There is only one for now." He then took out a small totem pole: "The Mayan lucky totem."

Louise only took the notepad, opened it and took a look, then smiled: "Martin Davis, you have paid a small part of the debt you owe me."

"Can I pay it back in one go tonight?" Martin said seriously, "One on one, I promise I can pay it back."

"Go away." Louise ignored him and studied the new formula Martin gave her.

Martin didn't bother the international bartender for the time being and continued to enjoy his dinner.

It was completely dark. When Martin finished his dinner and wiped his hands with a wet towel, a light came on outside another villa opposite and he vaguely saw someone walking into the tennis court.

It was far away, so I couldn't hear any sound and could only see a blurry figure.

Louise put away the notepad, looked back, and said, "My neighbors, the Olsens, you've heard of Ashley and Mary Olsen, right? This is the house they bought."

Martin looked away: "Of course I've heard of the famous Olsen sisters." He asked: "I saw gossip media reports that they have a younger sister?"

Louise nodded: "Elizabeth, she's in middle school."

Martin stood up: "Let's not talk about them anymore, shall we go downstairs?"

Louise came over and took Martin's hand and walked downstairs.

Martin asked, "I read the rules of the Screen Actors Guild. As long as you play a supporting role with a certain amount of screen time, you can enjoy a share of the film's post-production profits every year?"

Louise simply said, "This is the treatment agreed upon by the Actors Guild and the Producers Union. Even if they don't sign a profit-sharing agreement with the crew, as long as the roles played by union members meet the requirements, they will enjoy the post-production profit sharing stipulated in the agreement. The proportion is very low, but the film's post-production copyright income is amazing. Let's put it this way, last year's North American box office was less than 10 billion, but the copyright income exceeded 100 billion."

She added: "You know who got it first? Reagan, who was the president of the Screen Actors Guild, was the one who was almost killed by Jodie Foster's admirers."

Martin said: "Reagan and Schwarzenegger were the most successful actors who turned to politics."

Louise nodded slightly: "It's hard for Schwarzenegger to go any further, he was not born in the United States." She deliberately teased Martin: "Why, you want to go to the White House?"

Martin smiled and said, "Then I'll press the nuclear button, boom—"

Louise leaned against the stair railing: "Should I kill you in advance?"

Martin tilted his head back, "Come on, I won't resist."

The battle to defend the Earth has begun.

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Since the beginning of this year, Robert's income has increased and he has also become famous in the Atlanta actor circle.

He rented a new house in a middle-class community in the west.

After getting up in the morning and washing up, Robert made a cup of coffee, ate a simple breakfast, opened his notebook, and reviewed today's work.

More and more Hollywood crews are coming to Atlanta to shoot, and Gray Films' studio has signed two large crews.

Although all the main actors were finalized in Los Angeles, many small roles and passing actors were recruited in Atlanta, which further prospered the actor market in Atlanta.

The Mariette Community Theater is about to undergo a big change, as its director Jerome intends to transform himself into an agent.

Robert will serve as the training director at the new company.

In fact, the job hasn't changed much, it's still about teaching people how to act.

After drinking most of the cup of coffee, Robert closed his notebook and took out another small notebook with a line of words written on the cover: Coke!
Because he is old and has a bad memory, he takes it out and reads it every day.

Not only Martin, but also several other actors who had good relations with the troupe would be served Coke by Robert when they went for auditions.

It’s unclear whether it’s because of Coke, or because all the interview roles came from Grey Pictures and its partners, but the ceremony had a 100% success rate.

After Robert had eaten and drunk his fill, he reviewed the ritual, put the notebook away, stood up and stretched, muttering, "Should I start a Coke sect? And satisfy my desire to be a leader?"

That was all he thought about for now, he picked up his bag and went out to get ready for work.

As soon as he closed the door, a beautiful Cadillac drove outside. It was his favorite model.

The Cadillac stopped on the side of the road, and a young man under 20 got out of the driver's seat. Robert looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before. Harris recognized Robert at a glance, because his big head was too conspicuous. He walked over and said, "Good morning, Robert. My name is Harris. Martin asked me to come."

Robert remembered that he had seen the other person beside Martin, and responded with a smile: "Hello, what's the matter?"

Harris said, "Martin asked me to bring you something."

Robert was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and looked at the Cadillac.

Harris came up to him and handed him the car keys: "The car is yours now. The documents are in the passenger compartment."

"It's too expensive." Robert's eyes were fixed on the Cadillac: "This... is too expensive."

Harris stuffed the key into his hand and said, "Martin asked me to tell you that because of you, his audition success rate will increase by at least 50%. You must accept it."

Robert held the key and followed his heart: "Okay, okay, I'll take it."

"The stuff has been delivered. I should go now." Harris did not stay for long. He walked a distance away and got into a black BMW 7.

Robert recognized that car; it used to be Martin's car.

Thinking of Martin, Robert wanted to call him, but after calculating the time difference between the two places, he thought that Martin was probably still sleeping, so he didn't make the call.

He drove the new car into the garage and still drove the old car.

In two days, I will find a suitable opportunity to drive the new car to the theater.

Robert was sitting in the car when he thought of a key thing. He called a Coke dealer and said, "Help me collect the Coke produced in Atlanta in 03. Try to get as much as possible."

The other side was curious: "What's different about the Coke in 03?"

Only Robert and Martin knew the secret of the Coca-Cola Cult. Robert did not intend to tell others and made up a reason: "Last year's batch of syrup tasted particularly good, and the Coke made from it was extraordinary."

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Sherman Oaks, Los Angeles.

As the sun rose, Martin and Louise, wearing sportswear, went for a morning run along the road on the south slope.

After walking around the nearby park and returning to the road, Louise stopped and held her knees with both hands, panting: "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, wait for me for a while, let me catch my breath."

Martin turned back and pulled her up: "Don't stop, walk slowly."

Louise let him lead her as she walked, making excuses for herself: "I was the one moving last night. I consumed a lot of energy. Otherwise..."

Martin asked, "Next time, do you want me to take a picture and calculate exactly which of us moves longer?"

"I'm warning you, don't do anything rash." Louise said, "You're younger than me, so it's normal that you have good physical strength."

Martin thought of something and said seriously, "You should drink less alcohol. Excessive drinking will accelerate aging..."

This stirred up a hornet's nest. Louise stopped and said, "You mean, I'm old?"

Martin meant well: "Remind you, don't become an alcoholic."

A car drove over and stopped beside them. The passenger window rolled down and the blonde girl in the driver's seat waved, "Louise, it's rare to see you get up so early."

Louise glanced at the chubby girl in the passenger seat and asked, "Has Hall Middle School started?"

Mary Olsen pointed at Louise and said, "Elizabeth, Louise is our neighbor."

Elizabeth greeted politely.

The sisters quickly left and the car drove towards North Hollywood.

After breakfast, Martin and Louise went to Warner Studios together. The latter would continue to participate in the post-production of "Alexander the Great" to make the film as commercial as possible.

Martin went to another post-production studio, and House of Wax had reached the stage of adding front and back credits.

Unexpectedly, I met Thomas as soon as I entered the door.

Martin took out the Mayan lucky totem that Louise disliked and handed it to the agent: "A little gift, Mexican style."

Thomas took it. The item was not expensive, but he felt happy because the customer was thinking of him. "Very good. I'll find a place to put it. When you become a big star, these will become treasures."

Martin thought to himself, you are worthy of being an agent, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Thomas said: "I came to the crew's publicity meeting, and Paris Hilton's agent asked to put her name second in the actor subtitles. This is absolutely not possible! Elisha Cuthbert is the well-deserved single female lead, but her most important role after that is Nick, played by you."

Martin agreed: "We must grab what needs to be grabbed. I leave it to you."

This is the job of an agent, and Thomas took it upon himself: "Don't worry, I won't let them succeed."

Martin encouraged: "Come on, beat them down!"

Thomas pumped his fist and entered a conference room as if he was going to war.

Note: Since last Friday, due to force majeure, the author has extensively revised the previous chapters. Currently, the revisions have been rejected and need to be further revised... I can only try my best to keep updating twice a day.

It would be great if I could survive 60 chapters in the first 40. Thank you for your support.

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