America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 271 A History of Blood and Tears
The day after Thanksgiving, Martin made a special trip to visit the Coca-Cola Group headquarters and was warmly welcomed by some management led by Marketing Director Brody.

In addition to routine visits, he also participated in media events organized by Coca-Cola.

This is also propaganda.

In front of many media, Brody presented Martin with a bronze badge of the leader of the Coca-Cola Cult.

The two stood in front of the huge red Coca-Cola logo and posed for photos with reporters.

Subsequently, Martin signed an advertising sponsorship and marketing promotion contract with Coca-Cola on behalf of the "Limitless" crew with a total value of US$500 million.

After the contract was signed, the two went into the reception room together.

Brody has always considered signing Martin a great achievement: "You have grabbed a lot of headlines recently."

Martin pretended to be helpless: "I didn't want to do that. I didn't do anything, but I was misunderstood. I can't just stand there and let people hit me. That would damage not only my image, but also the brand partners."

He specifically said: "It is not easy to build the reputation of the Coke Cult, and it cannot be destroyed just like that."

Brody agreed: "You don't have to worry about situations like this."

"With the support of Coca-Cola, I have confidence in Hollywood." Martin's words are not completely exaggerated: "Take the latest "Limitless" for example, as soon as Coca-Cola expressed its support for me, Warner Bros. immediately gave the green light to the project."

Brody smiled and said that Coca-Cola did not support Martin for no reason, but because it actually saw the benefits. Since the birth of the Coca-Cola Cult, Coca-Cola's sales in North America have increased by nearly 8%.

That's quite a remarkable number.

To touch Martin, the spokesperson and leader of the Coca-Cola Cult, is to violate Coca-Cola's billions of dollars in revenue!
Not to mention Brody, all Coca-Cola shareholders would not agree.

Coca-Cola, on its part, also vigorously promoted the dissemination of the video on the Internet, allowing people to see how Martin easily defeated Pitt with Coke.

Even the advertising department intends to use this as an idea to shoot next year's Coca-Cola commercial.

Brody expressed some importance: "Coca-Cola should have mentioned to your agent to extend the endorsement contract with you."

"My agent's advice is that I've only signed the contract for half a year, so there's no need to rush to extend it." Martin, of course, pushed his agent out as a shield. This is also one of the meanings of the agent's existence, to provide a buffer zone between celebrities and partners.

Brody nodded slightly: "Then let's talk about it next year."

Martin smiled and responded: "No problem."

While the two were talking, Coca-Cola's reward for "Wanted" was transferred to the account designated by Martin.

There is a supplementary agreement in the endorsement contract signed by both parties. As long as the North American box office of the movie starring Martin exceeds 1 million US dollars, Coca-Cola will pay Martin an additional 100 million US dollars bonus as an incentive.

At noon, Martin attended a reception hosted by the Coca-Cola Group and met more senior executives.

His relationship with Coca-Cola has always been healthy.

In Atlanta, Martin has the support of two other major forces, namely Kelly Gray and the organization behind her, and Beast House Entertainment headed by the female King Kong Sophia.

Kelly went to Washington on a business trip. Martin came out of Coca-Cola, contacted Sophia, and then went to the Peachtree Hotel to meet her.

When they reached the business floor of the hotel, Martin saw Scott standing guard at the door of a reception room and walked over quickly.

Bruce whispered from behind: "You can go in by yourself in a while."

How could Martin let Bruce go? Besides, he was unsure if he went in alone: ​​"You come in with me, and don't forget, you promise to stay behind me."

Even though Bruce's legs, hands, and heart were shaking, he still gritted his teeth and accompanied Martin.

Scott glanced at Martin and guessed that he must have slept with his daughter last night. He didn't look happy at all: "Sophia is waiting for you inside."

Martin ignored him and pulled Bruce straight into the reception room.

Sophia leaned back on the single sofa, holding a report in one hand and a handgrip strengthener in the other. As her hands opened and closed, her biceps expanded and contracted at an exaggerated rate.

She pointed to the sofa: "You two can sit wherever you want."

Martin sat diagonally opposite her, and Bruce simply moved behind Martin, because standing here with his butt against the wall, he inexplicably felt safe.

Sophia said, "I just received a report from Wanted Studios. The entire investment was recovered through box office revenue alone. The project you introduced is very good, and the expected profit is considerable."

This is the financial backer behind the scenes. Martin said very nicely: "I will not introduce any unpromising projects to my friends."

Sophia put down the gripper and looked at Martin and Bruce carefully: "I am a fair person. Old Bruce knows this best."

Bruce's mouth trembled. He didn't answer, nor did he want to speak. He just took a step back and pressed his butt against the thick wall.

Sophia continued: "Those who bring me benefits will receive corresponding benefits. What rewards do you want?"

Bruce looked down at the floor and thought to himself, this has nothing to do with me, so I'll give the reward to Martin.

Martin thought of Scott and smiled: "I have the film remuneration to get, so forget about the other rewards..."

"How can this be possible?" Sophia put down the report again and took an exquisite box from the table next to her.

Martin breathed a sigh of relief. The box was only the size of a fist and was square, not rectangular, so the pink kettle definitely wouldn't fit in it.

Sophia opened the box, revealing an oval egg, and handed it to Martin: "This is for you." The egg was golden and had an uneven surface. Apart from the wrong color, it looked like a small avocado that had not grown up.

Martin took it and found a series of bills under the golden avocado. He asked directly, "24K gold?"

Sophia was very generous: "I specially asked a gold company to make it for me. The taxes and other formalities are all taken care of. You can just take it."

Martin was not polite and accepted it, and even added: "Sophia, you are indeed a person who can do great things."

Sophia laughed heartily, "Just don't forget me and Beast House when you're putting together the platter."

"How is that possible!" Martin vowed: "Without you, there would be no Martin Davis today."

Sophia nodded: "I hope we are all nostalgic people."

Martin said: "Atlanta is the foundation for my ability to compete with others in Hollywood and win again and again!"

Without a good foundation in Atlanta, he would not have the opportunity to participate in the mix, and he would not have gotten those important roles. Even when he met a big shot of Harvey's level, he took the initiative to retreat.

Sophia said, "I saw the video of you dealing with Pete, you were pretty good."

Martin once again said in a helpless tone: "I can't do anything about it. In Hollywood, that rotten circle, if you don't step on others, you will be stepped on by others."

The two chatted for nearly an hour and a half, discussing the issue of continued cooperation in the future.

Martin declined Sofia's dinner invitation and left the Peachtree Hotel with Bruce.

After getting in the car, he opened the gift box again and looked at the golden avocado carefully. Although the surface was uneven, it was pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at it.

Bruce said, "Sophia's usual kitsch style."

Martin weighed it and said, "I just like this kind of vulgar gift. Let the vulgarity overwhelm me!"

Bruce started the car and asked, "Where to go next?"

Martin checked the time and said, "We're going to Northville Private Middle School. School is almost over. I promised Lily to pick her up from school yesterday."

Bruce drove back to Northville.

Martin put away the golden avocado and replied to a few text messages. Not long after, the car stopped diagonally opposite the middle school.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Lily came out of the school gate with her schoolbag on her back. After a quick look, she found the BMW and ran over with her long legs spread out. The Martin Clown Poker hanging on her backpack swung back and forth with her long ponytail.

After getting on the bus, she took her schoolbag and said, "Everyone else is on vacation, but I have to use my vacation to take the carving class."

The top students in private high schools are also very competitive, especially students like Lily whose family conditions have just improved and who lack basic knowledge.

She took out yesterday’s sculpture and handed it to Martin: “It’s all done.”

Martin took it to the car window, looked at it carefully in the light, and said, "I'm not an expert, but it looks better than the previous carvings."

Lily said, "I have worked hard in the past two years. Others may not know this, but you don't know it?"

Martin pretended to be confused: "I'm not in Atlanta, how can I know?"

Lily stared at him fiercely, holding back the anger that was about to come out of her mouth, and tried to speak politely: "You mailed me boxes of carving materials, and asked me for a similar number of finished carvings. Do you know how I managed to survive?"

This is a bloody and tearful history of child labor that can never be told.

Martin pretended to be doing this for your own good: "Without the materials I mailed to you, would you have achieved the progress and skills you have today?"

Lily snatched the clay sculpture back from Martin's hand: "It's not finished yet. I'll give it to you when I finish it."

She decided that the most suitable sculpture for Martin would still be the clown!

The most evil kind!
Martin stopped talking and got back to the point: "Have you decided to go to college in California?"

Lily nodded vigorously, with great certainty: "I'm going to the California Institute of the Arts. The sculpture program there is very good."

She muttered, “I’m not like Elena. I don’t even have the courage to go out and make a living.”

"It's not that she doesn't have the courage, but she has to be responsible for you." Martin understood Elena: "Even if you go to college, there is still a Hall. It's better to stay in your familiar hometown than to go to a strange city."

Lily understood this: "If I go to school, Elena's burden will be reduced a lot."

Martin said: "It's good that you understand, so don't make Elena angry."

"Yes, I know." Lily agreed and asked, "Are you sure you can help me get a letter of recommendation that is important enough?"

Martin smiled and said, "Of course it's no problem. I asked a friend for help. Even if there's an accident on his side, I have other preparations."

If he really puts himself aside and asks, he will definitely get letters of recommendation from Scorsese and Wes Craven.

If worst comes to worst, there are still those two bastards Nicholson and Leonardo.

After getting Martin's exact answer, Lily had a clear goal.

(End of this chapter)