America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 189 She is free to do whatever she wants, I will accompany her

Marietta, Clayton Community.

Lily came out of Nani's small supermarket, pulling the cart with a wooden box on it.

Nani asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

A car horn sounded at this time, and a black BMW 7 stopped next to Lily.

Elena opened the door and got out of the car, asking, “Where are you from?”

Lily pointed to the label on the box: "A gift from Martin to you and me."

Elena opened the trunk, moved the boxes into the car with Lily, and waved to the supermarket: "Nani, thank you."

"You're welcome." Nani asked curiously, "Martin has become a big star, when will he come back?"

Elena turned to the driver's side: "He's not coming back to Atlanta."

Lily got on the co-pilot and urged Elena: “Go home, go home quickly!”

This time the gift was particularly heavy, and she was very curious about what Martin had mailed.

The BMW stopped in front of the house. The two sisters took down the box together and placed it in the middle of the living room. Lily came over with a screwdriver and quickly opened the lid of the box. There were a lot of anti-collision sponges stuffed inside.

Elena opened it and found two mahogany gift boxes and some emerald green stones.

In addition, there is a note.

Lily reached out to take it, but was slapped back by Elena. She muttered in dissatisfaction: "It's not for you alone..."

Elena glanced over and Lily closed her mouth.

Although she was taller than Elena, she didn't dare to mess with her sister.

Elena picked up the letter and looked at the crooked handwriting and knew it was written by the idiot Martin.

The gift box was for her, and all the stones were for Lily.

Elena took out a mahogany gift box and opened it, inside of which was an emerald green bead bracelet.

Inside the other box was a jade plaque.

Elena put away the gift box and handed the letter to Lily: "The rest is yours."

Lily could tell that these were not ordinary stones. She took one in her hand and said, "Martin gave you jewelry. Aren't you going to Los Angeles to thank him?"

"No." Elena glanced at Lily.

Lily immediately lowered her head to look at the box.

Elena warned: “Don’t tell Scott and Emma about these things.”

Hearing her parents' names, Lily shrugged: "Scott hooked up with a rich woman, and Emma disappeared for another week. We have a good pair of parents."

She stopped thinking about her annoying parents and said, "Martin has become rich. He mailed so many good things. Did he cheat Annie of all her money? He is capable of cheating people out of money and sex."

Elena thought about what Martin had done before going to Los Angeles, and it seemed like he could really do it.

Lily asked tentatively, "Shall we go to Los Angeles during spring break?"

Elena clenched her fist and asked, “Do you have money?”

Lily didn't dare to say more, and quickly took a long strip of jade from the box. She sat in front of the box and pondered: "It was given to me to practice carving. The carving teacher of the interest class in school has a good family, but not as extravagant as me. What should I carve it into?"

"Got it!" Lily thought of a good idea: "Elena, I'll help you..."

Before she could finish her words, Elena strode over and punched Lily on the head with her fist: "Idiot, shut up!"

Lily's thoughts were shattered.

Harris came in from outside and shouted as soon as he entered the door: "I have good news to tell you! I just got the news from Robert from the Marietta Theater that Martin's new play will be filmed in Atlanta in a few months."

Elena and Lily were both silent.

Harris wondered: "Are you unhappy?"

…………

Burbank, Warner Studios.

After the Wanted crew's main creative meeting ended, the art director and set crew went to Atlanta first to set up the studio.

"Kelly has converted the entire shop floor at the GM Center into a photo studio."

In the office, Louise sat on a swivel chair, gently pushed down her black-rimmed glasses, and said to Martin, "That slut has reserved two studios for the crew, and the rent will be directly included in the production cost. Do you think it's feasible?"

Martin was still a gigolo and had no right to refuse: "As long as you have no objection."

By including it in the cost, he can share in the film's revenue, which is much more cost-effective than calculating the rent alone. He also has an idea: "I only want $100 million in salary, and the remaining $200 million is considered investment and included in the cost?"

Louise didn't care: "I have no problem with that."

This brings Martin's total investment in the project to $500 million.

In fact, the actual money he spent was less than 100 million.

"The project is being prepared as normal. The specific shooting time will depend on the results of The Departed." Martin emphasized: "In the next period of time, I will do my best to compete for a role in the Departed crew."

Louise nodded slightly: "I have basically reached an agreement with Warner Bros. You can bring in the money, but Scorsese has the final say in the selection of actors. The key lies in his choice." She thought for a moment and added: "In fact, apart from the four main roles, I can guarantee that you will definitely get the other roles."

"Let's fight for the second lead first!" Martin had some ideas. "I met Daniel from Warner Bros. a few days ago, and he told me that Scorsese was going to visit the Boston Police Department for filming purposes. I need his itinerary and a list of his entourage."

Louise's words were similar to Thomas': "That's Martin Scorsese, not Adrian or any of those little people, don't mess around."

She specifically said: "Scorsese's ability in that area has long been gone. He is not interested in either men or women. From all indications, he will not win this year's Oscar. I have contacted him several times about another Oscar bid, and Scorsese has attached unprecedented importance to it."

Martin shared his plan: "I practiced my Boston accent for a long time, but I don't think it's enough. From the first draft of the script you got, the second lead is a police officer. I want to experience life in the Boston Police Department."

Louise understood what Martin meant: "You want Scorsese to see it?"

Martin asked in return: "What's the point of experiencing life if you don't let the director see it?"

Louise nodded: "Let your agent contact the Boston Police Department first. They will probably agree. I'll ask Scorsese about it."

Martin went out and called Thomas, and WMA would contact Boston as quickly as possible.

Louise had extensive connections at Warner Bros. and soon found out some information.

When Martin came back, she said, "In addition to screenwriter William Mohanna, Scorsese's personal assistant and casting director Allen accompanied him to Boston. It's hard to say what the itinerary will be like because there are too many variables."

Martin suddenly remembered: "I heard Thomas mention Ellen. Thomas had dinner with her several times."

The casting director visited the Boston Police Department on site, naturally in preparation for future casting.

Louise said, "Since Thomas knows her, then find a way to get her. If she is willing to reveal the information, Scorsese's schedule in Boston will be transparent to you."

Martin said, “I’ll let Thomas touch it again.”

He called Thomas in his office and gave him a brief explanation. He said, "If I bring in money, I can get a ticket to the final selection for the second lead. Dealing with the casting director Allen is the key to my success in the selection. Thomas, I'm relying on you now."

Thomas had been angry before, so he was fully prepared. He had no psychological barriers to speak out again: "Martin, even if she wants me to accompany her for a night, that's fine. She can do whatever she wants. I'll accompany her!"

Martin said: "I'm waiting for your good news."

Seeing him hang up the phone, Louise said, "Besides those lousy tricks, what else do you have?"

"There is another crucial link." Martin didn't explain to Louise. He went to the window and dialed Robert's cell phone number.

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Marietta Community Theater, Atlanta.

Several vans were parked at the main entrance, and many child actors were coming in and out, moving boxes into the vans one by one.

Robert directed several people to carefully move out his stock in the theater, and kept reminding them: "Coke comes in glass bottles, so be sure to handle it with care."

One of the young actors asked curiously, "Director, why do you store so much expired Coke?"

"You don't understand." Robert didn't know how to explain to these people. He pointed to the van that belonged to him and said, "Put all the Coke inside and secure it with shockproof covers."

He wiped the sweat off his big head and shouted to another person, "Where's the olive oil?"

A few more people came out of the theater holding boxes: "Here is the olive oil."

The two young actors who were carrying the table came out last, muttering as they walked: "Director, why do you have to bring this broken table with you?"

Robert said solemnly, "Hurry up and move the key items into the car."

This is the altar where the ceremony is held.

The Marietta Community Theater was corporatized, and Jerome formed an agency specifically for young actors.

Knowing that Robert and Martin had a good relationship and had always kept in touch, Jerome not only appointed Robert as the art director, but also recruited him as a partner.

Several vans set off toward Peachtree Street.

Robert drove the Cadillac and followed behind the convoy.

When they arrived at the office building rented by the company, Robert had someone move the desk up first and place it in a west-facing position in the new office.

When the Coke and olive oil were brought up, the high priest was about to call Martin when Martin called.

"Robert, something's up, Coke."

"I've just moved to a new office and I'm planning on setting up Coke. Are you vying for a new role?"

"In addition to The Hills Have Eyes, I have two other projects."

"I understand." Robert said no more, hung up the phone, took out a small notebook, and got busy strictly following the recorded process.

Three bottles of Coke produced in 03 were placed on the old desk and smeared with olive oil.

Then, Robert stood in front of the wooden table, muttering to himself.

The new assistant knocked on the door and entered the office.

Robert pointed to the altar and said solemnly: "No one is allowed to touch anything on it, remember."

The assistant quickly responded, "Yes, Director."

Robert came to the new office window and said to himself, "I wish Martin all the best."

(End of this chapter)