America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 159 There Are So Many Good People
In the shooting range, Martin, wearing a headset and holding a Beretta 92f, shot at the moving target one by one.

After a long period of practice and some natural talent, his marksmanship gradually improved and he could hit the target every time when shooting at moving targets.

After a magazine is finished, the electronic target will automatically report the results.

Martin looked over his shoulder, took off his headset, and asked Bruce, "Can I officially become a civilized person?"

Bruce said: "A truly civilized person must have extensive practical experience."

Martin shook his head repeatedly: "I am here for filming and self-defense. Fighting with others? I would rather be a coward." He was still very curious: "What else do I need for actual combat?"

Bruce didn't say anything. He put on the headset, stood in front of the target, picked up the pistol, and started firing.

He also hit the target with every shot, but the number of rings was not as good as Martin's just now.

Martin understood it, and said, "Shooting speed."

Bruce nodded. "That's right. In a real encounter, there's no extra time for you to aim properly. Usually, whoever shoots faster will survive."

Martin shook his head and sighed, "You have been single for over 30 years, your hand speed is not comparable to someone like me who started messing around in my teens."

"People like you will be beaten to death sooner or later." Bruce reloaded the magazine with bullets: "I'm talking to you about shooting, and you're showing off to me how many women you have."

Martin changed the subject: "You've read the comics. Can a bullet turn like that be achieved in real life?"

Bruce said: "I have never encountered it, but shaking hands is pure nonsense. Guidance technology should be able to achieve it, but the cost... is not cost-effective."

Martin returned to the target, put on his earplugs, and continued shooting.

He deliberately increased the speed of his shooting.

Bruce knew that Martin was preparing for an action-packed film, and during breaks in shooting, he talked to Martin about some actual combat cases and experiences.

More than an hour later, Mene came over.

Bruce had already booked a lounge, and the three of them went there together, drinking and chatting.

Martin brought a bottle of drink to Mene and asked, "How were your two auditions?"

Mene looked frustrated: "It's all messed up."

Bruce was quite surprised: "Isn't there a female casting director for a crew who is fifty years old?"

"At first, I thought the hands... no, the mouth, were the key to the role." Mene unscrewed the drink bottle, took a big sip, and then said, "Who the hell would have thought that the casting director was a lesbian."

Martin couldn't help laughing: "You can't perform well."

After spending more time with Mene, Bruce gradually let go of his prejudice against skin color and patted Mene on the shoulder: "That's good. It will save me from becoming a sausage-mouthed person again."

Mene raised his head slightly and said, "Boss, Lao Bu, although I failed these two auditions, I still have other opportunities. Remember the woman who picked me up at the Avalon Bar? Her name is Victoria."

Martin thought carefully about the night he met Anne Hathaway: "The one in her forties?"

Mene nodded: "That's her."

Bruce exclaimed: "Man, you've improved from your fifties to your forties, that's amazing!"

Mene laughed cheerfully: "I think so too." He continued what he had just said: "Victoria said she works for a film foundation and can help me find a role."

Hearing this, Martin felt something was wrong: "Is she reliable? Is she a liar?"

Mene scratched his head: "What can she lie to me about?"

"Cheating for money and sex?" Bruce glanced at Mene and shook his head subconsciously.

Mene spread his hands: "I have no money, but I am still a man."

Martin opened his briefcase, took out some information, and handed it to Mene: "The project I talked about when I called you, a supporting role, a gunsmith who is good at using firearms. During this period of time, you have time to practice shooting and learn more about firearms."

Mene immediately responded, "Boss, I'm fine."

Martin needs a younger brother who can resist the thunder: "I have set up a film studio, and you join me as a production manager with a salary of $500 a week. Later, you follow Old Bull to register a film studio."

He discussed these with Mene over the phone. Mene had been in Hollywood for several years and understood the risks involved, but opportunities always come with risks. Ninety-nine percent of the actors in Los Angeles who want to find such opportunities don't even have the means.

Mene responded immediately: "Boss, I will do whatever you say."

Martin gave Mene some careful instructions.

This is all too common in Hollywood, where a separate accounting company is set up for each film, and there are always employees of the company who come forward, and those who come forward are usually trusted and reused people.

Martin thought of something: "Old Bull, buy a few extra bottles of 03 Coke and keep them safe."

Bruce had already taken action: "I contacted Robert. He has collected a lot of Coke produced in Atlanta in 03. The taste is absolutely pure. He will send a batch later."

Martin reminded, "We'll pay for it."

Mene was very curious: "Boss, it's almost 05, can we still drink Coke from 03?"

"Special purpose." Martin had a strange idea: "How about we form a sect?"

Bruce knew Martin's true nature and immediately asked, "Mormonism?" "Mormonism!" Mene raised his hands and mouth together in agreement, "I like Mormonism the best! Boss, if you become the leader, can you give me a high priest or a diocesan bishop?"

"You two are full of rotten ideas!" Martin was angry that his brothers only knew how to do rotten things and had no serious thoughts: "My idea is to set up a Coke cult. You don't have to think about the high priest. I already have someone selected. The deputy leader is still OK."

Mene asked, "What about the purpose of the sect?"

Martin thought about it seriously for a while: "Coke Wushuang?"

Bruce scoffed, "What theory?"

"The Coke Cult is just a concept for now. I don't have the money or power, so it will remain on paper for now." Martin decided to teach him a few tips: "When the Coke arrives, each of you can take a few cans. You can drink a can before doing anything important."

Bruce said, "Will you clean up our shit and piss then?"

Martin was too lazy to say more: "Let's go, Old Bull will treat us at noon."

Bruce checked the time: "I'm not free at noon. I have to go to Jin's place."

Martin was curious: "Have you decided to be the leading actor?"

Mene didn't understand: "Old Bull is also planning to be an actor?"

Martin deliberately said: "The kind that will be famous all over the world in the future."

Bruce is such an old scumbag: "I haven't made up my mind yet. I'll keep her hanging for now. No promises, no giving up."

Mene then said, "Victoria made an appointment with me at noon, so I have to go there too."

Bruce and Mene were the first to leave the club. Martin was alone and there was no point in going out. The club happened to provide a buffet, so he simply had lunch at the shooting club.

Martin got some food and sat alone in a quiet place. Just as he was about to start eating, someone came towards him.

"What a coincidence, Martin." The visitor took the initiative to greet.

Martin thought about it briefly and remembered who the other person was: Pinto, the agent of Mike Vogel who was fighting against the Diamondbacks.

He nodded slightly: "Hello."

Pinto pulled out a chair and sat opposite Martin: "I rarely see you go to the company recently. Didn't Thomas help you find a new job?"

Of course Martin wouldn't tell him the truth: "There's still one movie that hasn't been released yet, so there's no rush."

Pinto came here specifically: "I have several good projects on hand that are not the company's resources. I have a good relationship with several producers at 20th Century Fox and Universal Pictures. Their projects will give priority to my recommendations."

Martin seemed to see a hoe: "I haven't had a good rest since filming the wax museum. This period of time is very precious to me."

Pinto did not give up easily and asked, "I remember you came to the company last December? It will be a year next month."

Martin's first agency contract is for one year: "I have no plans to leave WMA and will renew my contract with the company when the time comes."

Seeing that the other party didn't respond at all, Pinto frowned slightly and said, "Several of them are roles in big production projects. You really don't want to listen?"

He became more direct: "I have been in this industry for 8 years. I have an independent office, connections and resource networks. Those small agents can't compare with me."

Martin thought to himself, this hasn’t even been a big success yet, but there are more and more good people around him.

Pinto leaned a little closer and lowered his voice: "As long as you switch to me, you will be my number one client, and all the resources in my hands will be tilted towards you first."

Martin looked at Pinto. Thomas was indeed a level inferior to Pinto, and the office was the most direct manifestation of this.

Of course, the talk about him and Thomas being a golden partnership is all nonsense.

If the agent on the other side is of the same level as Ary Emmanuel or Jim White, Martin will agree without hesitation.

In Martin's eyes, Pinto was not necessarily better than Thomas. He specifically reminded him, "I remember that poaching is strictly prohibited within the company."

Pinto couldn't help but laugh. "But when a client's contract expires, they can actively choose a new agent. You will have a chance to choose next month."

Martin asked directly: "What's in it for me?"

Pinto said: "Have you heard of Fox's epic project? It's about Jerusalem and the Crusades, and it's a Class A production with an investment of hundreds of millions of dollars. I've been friends with the producer for many years, and I can help you get the leading actor, or at least a supporting actor."

Martin stared at Pinto, his face full of surprise.

Pinto thought he was impressed and smiled slightly: "I can tell you in advance that the director is Ridley Scott, a top director, and it's an A-level production. I have a chance to compete for the leading actor."

These words were obviously misleading, and Martin was sure of that. With his current state, how could he compete with the Elf Prince?
He said politely: "This matter is too big, I need to discuss it with my manager."

Pinto could understand the meaning of Martin's words. Seeing him say so, he did not force it and nodded: "I hope you make a wise choice."

Martin had already made his choice in his heart.

After lunch, Martin took a short nap in the lounge, then waited for Old Bull to come back and went to the field to practice shooting together.

That night, he changed into a tuxedo and accompanied Louise to Kate Winslet's porn party.

(End of this chapter)