America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 223 The Lord’s Blessing
Media reporters gathered at the Coca-Cola Atlanta headquarters exhibition hall.

A large number of movie fans, Coke lovers and curious citizens came early in the morning and entered the exhibition hall.

As long as you participate in today's event, you can receive a special gift.

In the temporary dressing room of the exhibition hall, Martin is completing the final look with the assistance of a stylist.

On the sofa in the corner, Justin glanced at the middle-aged man with a big head who was also doing the styling, and asked Thomas: "Why did Martin choose him as his assistant? His image and temperament are not very good."

Thomas whispered, "Robert was Martin's guide into the acting circle. He is very important to him."

"Okay." Justin no longer cared about such trivial matters.

An assistant came to Martin and explained the specific procedures of the event again.

Martin listened very carefully and would fully cooperate, because the financier not only had money but also power.

Ever since Coca-Cola announced him as its spokesperson, the noisy voices suddenly subsided and the surroundings became quiet.

Justin has been keeping an eye on Martin and is very pleased with him.

He has outstanding looks and a great public image, but more importantly, he possesses a steadiness that young people lack.

The endorsement between Pepsi and Britney has been a mess in recent years. Britney herself is not smart enough, and she has a weird father behind her. All kinds of bad things keep popping up, which is very annoying.

On the other hand, Martin fought for the conditions he should fight for and cooperated actively and proactively when necessary.

Hundreds of people gathered in the exhibition hall at this time.

Elena, Lily, Harris, and Hall all showed up.

They were sitting relatively close to the front, and Lily glanced back and said, "Many people are holding up Martin's posters. He's very popular."

Harris said: "Martin is Atlanta's biggest star in Hollywood right now."

Lily thinks differently from ordinary people: "It sounds like Atlanta is so miserable. Even someone like Martin can become the most popular..."

Before she finished speaking, Elena raised her fist and hit her on the head: "If you don't know how to speak, you don't have to speak."

Lily shut her mouth sullenly, thinking that when she turns 18, she will settle all the accounts of oppression she suffered since childhood with Elena.

Across the aisle, a dozen handsome men held a banner that read "Martin Dad, We Love You."

The former handsome boy band has dispersed to various cities in Georgia as the Beast House chain has expanded. Today they rushed back to Atlanta to cheer for Martin.

Hart greeted this side: "Elena, Lily..."

Carrington shouted, "Madam Master."

Lily stood up and raised her arm to wave in Carrington's direction.

With a slap, she was slapped on the back of her head.

Lily sat down quickly.

Hall muttered, "Idiot!"

Lily punched him on the arm, and Hall fell silent.

There were more and more media reporters, with hundreds of people coming to the media area.

Coca-Cola attached great importance to this signing and even invited Warner TV to broadcast it nationwide.

Martin's old friend Helen served as the live host.

Since the Burbank High School incident, Helen became an overnight sensation and became the leading news anchor of Warner TV.

"In 1886, Coca-Cola was born in Atlanta!" Helen's voice spread throughout the venue: "Today, the Coca-Cola Church is officially established, and Coca-Cola welcomes its first leader!"

She extended her hand and said, "Welcome, Master!"

Martin walked onto the stage wearing a bright red cloak, a long red crown and holding a scepter.

The word Coca-Cola is written on the cape and crown.

The top of the scepter is not a gem, but a classic glass bottle of Coke.

Behind Martin, there was a priest with a big head.

Robert stepped forward, slightly adjusted the throne, and Martin sat down on it.

Helen bowed and saluted: "Master Davis."

Martin held out his hand.

Helen stepped backstage and continued her narration: "Today, we are witnessing a historic moment, the birth of a brand new sect."

She took the lead in shouting: "Coke God!"

Hundreds of people in the audience shouted in unison: "Coke God Cult! Coke God Cult..."

Many reporters in the media area also joined in the fun, shouting happily.

"This is the first time I've seen such a special signing ceremony."

"The popularity of Coca-Cola and Martin Davis is about to explode!"

"Think about what Martin did with Coke? Coke sales will rise again in the next few years!"

On the stage, Martin pressed his hands down, and the venue quickly became quiet.

He said loudly: "In any corner of the world, Coca-Cola is the best drink. It can sweep away fatigue, hunger and thirst, bring people happy times, and bring excitement like sunshine. Coke plus life is the Coke God. I wish the world has Coca-Cola!"

Warm applause broke out.

Hart and Carrington from the boy band are such idiots that they even blew the whistle like a hooligan.

When the voices died down, Martin said, "Those who wish to join the Coke Cult should line up on the stage to receive the blessing."

Many Coca-Cola employees had already entered the venue and guided everyone to go on stage in an orderly manner.

The first to take the stage were the handsome men's group led by Hart and Carrington.

High Priest Robert brought a specially made commemorative Coke with the words of the Coke God Church on it and stood beside Martin.

Hart was about to bow and salute. How could Martin ask anyone to salute? Helen was just pretending. He raised his hand and said, "No one needs to salute."

Hart quickly took two steps forward and whispered, "Dad Martin, you're so cool!"

Martin had a microphone on his collar, so he couldn't speak. He just nodded slightly, took out a bottle of commemorative Coke and handed it to Hart.

Then it was given to Carrington.

The latter quietly gave Martin a thumbs up.

The handsome guys left and Elena's four siblings came over.

Then, many people from the crew, including Julie, came on stage to give speeches.

It is normal to give priority to family and friends.

Martin did not find anything unusual and sent them off with a bottle of special cola each.

Hundreds of audience members subsequently lined up to go on stage, and even many media reporters came to join in the fun.

The Coca-Cola Cult has such a low threshold for joining, why not join and see what happens first?

Martin quickly distributed hundreds of blessings from the leader. He was fine, but the high priest was so tired that he was gasping for breath.

Jerome, who was always calm and composed, came over and took over Robert's job, changing from the head of the group to the deacon.

In the end, even Coca-Cola’s own employees lined up to receive the blessing.

Thousands of commemorative bottles of Coke were distributed.

"The Coca-Cola Cult! The Coca-Cola Cult!"

Amid the cheers of the crowd, today's signing ceremony ended successfully.

Immediately, Coca-Cola posted the relevant pictures, videos and news on many websites including the official one.

Various media resources were invested in the promotion.

Most of the audience gradually dispersed, and the relatives and friends were kept by Bruce.

Coca-Cola also prepared a grand reception party.

Martin removed her makeup and changed back into formal clothes. Hart and the others were waiting on the bench at the door.

"Boss." Hart was a little more stable than before: "We originally wanted to slide on the stage and celebrate your coronation in the most grand way, but Old Bull wouldn't let us..."

Martin nodded: "It's good that you can come."

Carrington continued, "Without you, Boss, we wouldn't be where we are today."

A collective supporting role in a theatrical movie and a Saturn Award-winning stage performance elevated the style of their handsome group to several levels, making them a benchmark for male dancers in the entire state of Georgia.

Martin called them: "Let's go to the party."

Lily quietly went to the side and whispered to Martin: "I want to be a saint, what should I do?"

Martin saw Elena following him and said, "Go ask Elena."

Lily didn't dare to ask, because if she did, she would be ruthlessly suppressed with an iron fist.

Martin ignored Lily. Apart from filming, he was preparing for Coca-Cola these days. He asked Elena, "Have you seen the house?"

Elena said, "I've picked one, I'll wait for you to go take a look together."

When they arrived at the restaurant, the receptionist immediately welcomed them in.

Justin and Thomas were waiting at the door. When Justin saw Martin, he immediately came over to shake his hand and said, "You were great today. You looked like the Pope."

Martin asked, "Am I not the leader of the Coke Cult?"

Justin couldn't help but laugh: "I was wrong, you are a real leader."

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Atlanta, Duluth business club.

In the luxuriously decorated reception room, two people had just finished watching the Coca-Cola commercial endorsement signing ceremony.

The middle-aged man named Johnson stared at Milton and said, "You did a terrible job on this matter. You made us lose the best development opportunity in the Atlanta film and television industry."

"I'm very sorry, this is my fault." Milton did not shirk responsibility, but he also said in defense: "Taylor is quite capable. This time..."

Johnson snorted coldly: "He secretly filmed so many people and still calls himself Deli? What does he want to do? A black dog actually wants to bite his owner back!"

Milton made no further defence.

Johnson added: "You were born in the slums of the South City, dropped out of high school, did not receive an elite education, and are black. You should be more discerning in the future."

Milton responded, "I will never use a black person for important work again."

Johnson nodded slightly.

Milton was silent for a moment, still unwilling to give up, and asked: "They had an accident when they were targeting Martin Davis. I suspect Martin Davis..."

Johnson pointed at him and waited for Milton to shut up. "Put all your thoughts aside. Coca-Cola takes this promotion very seriously. If you want to die, you can jump off a building or shoot yourself in the head. Don't drag others down."

Milton cursed countless times in his heart, but he could only choose to endure it: "I understand."

Johnson warned again: "You must not only put your mind at ease, but also manage your subordinates. If there is a problem with Martin in Georgia, they will throw you to the Coca-Cola Group."

There is no room for reason in this matter.

Milton had no choice but to force himself to accept it.

After Johnson left, he returned to the Methodist office, closed the door, and banged around, but he couldn't vent his anger.

At this time, my wife called and said, "Come home early for dinner. I made oysters."

Milton sat in his office chair with his head down, feeling so miserable that he wanted to commit suicide.

Why is life so tortuous!
(End of this chapter)