America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 429 Saving Martin
Every May, the biggest event in New York's fashion and entertainment circles is the charity dinner held by the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The most attractive part of the dinner is the various bizarre looks of celebrities, supermodels and stars.

Here, you can often find the most avant-garde designs, the most bizarre outfits, and both beauty and ugliness reach their extremes.

Kim Kardashian followed Bruce's advice and wrapped herself tightly with plastic tape covered with the "Kardashian" logo, which set off the red carpet.

Celine Dion wore a super high feather headdress, but because it couldn't fit in the car, she could only open the sunroof and stick her head out.

There were also men wearing skirts, women dressing themselves up as cats, and so on.

In comparison, Taylor Swift, dressed as an angel in a white bodycon gown, looked too ordinary.

It is not easy to stand out among so many monsters and demons.

In the media area in front of the multi-story steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, reporters were also talking.

"Alessandra Ambrosio wore angel wings straight to the red carpet."

"Kardashian's tape outfit is simply eye-popping. I bet a bottle of bourbon that Kim must have an expert behind it."

"Yes, it's very obvious that the videotape incident was manipulated by someone. We should find out who is behind it."

"I feel like Celine Dion is outshined by her, who else can surpass her?"

"I heard that Hollywood's most famous troublemaker trio has arrived in New York and seems to be attending the red carpet tonight."

"Nicholson? Martin? Leonardo?"

"Look, there's a big car coming!"

“What a big car!”

On Fifth Avenue, a yellow bus slowly drove up and gradually approached the main entrance of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

At past red carpet ceremonies, reporters have seen sedans, off-road vehicles, convertibles, etc., but have never seen anyone arrive by bus.

In the car, Martin, Mene, Bruce and Leonardo were wearing black silk suits and standing in the car holding the handrails.

In order to prevent wrinkles, the four of them did not sit down again after changing their clothes.

At the feet of the four people, there was a strangely shaped, somewhat cartoon-like European-style coffin.

Nicholson's voice suddenly came from the honeycomb air holes on the coffin lid: "Haven't you arrived yet? You bastards, you're not going to drag me to the cemetery and bury me alive, are you?"

Martin replied, "I'll be there soon. Wait for me to send you a signal."

Nicholson added: "I must have seen Satan to believe your lies and walk the red carpet in a coffin."

"Don't you want to be famous throughout the city and become the focus of New York?" Leonardo would not give Nicholson a chance to back down: "Old bastard, think about it, since the red carpet was invented, has anyone ever walked on the red carpet lying in a coffin?"

He said rather exaggeratedly: "There has never been such a case before, and even if there is in the future, it will only be your imitator."

Bruce looked at Martin, then at Leonardo, and finally his gaze fell on the coffin where Nicholson was lying. He thought to himself that these three idiots were more unreliable than the other.

Mene had been looking outside, and when he saw the tall feather crown that he had helped choose, he just wanted to quickly carry the coffin onto the red carpet and then go find Celine Dion, whom he had been thinking about.

The bus stopped in front of the red carpet and Martin said, "Guys, let's get started."

Four men lifted the coffin containing Nicholson.

Nicholson quickly reminded: "Slow down, slow down, I'm about to vomit."

Martin said seriously, "Jack, show some professionalism. It's not time for you to speak up yet. Are all your three Oscars fake?"

Nicholson fell silent.

As hundreds of onlookers looked on in astonishment, the bus opened its spacious rear door and four men in black silk suits actually carried a coffin down from the bus.

Although the shape is a bit strange and very similar to those in medieval Europe, it does not prevent it from being a coffin!

There were four people carrying the coffin, with Martin and Leonardo walking in front.

The media reporters were like crazy, not caring about the restrictions of the media area. They rushed out of the fence one by one, gathered in front of the red carpet, and frantically pressed the shutter of their cameras to capture this amazing scene.

Things like tape costumes, feather heads, and angel wings, all have to stand aside!

This kind of scene has never appeared in the North American fashion and entertainment circles.

"Only Martin and Leonardo. Where's Nicholson?"

The reporters kept their cameras on and kept asking, "Why is there one person missing from the trio?"

"Nicholson isn't lying in a coffin, is he?"

"Is Nicholson dead?"

"As expected of a trio, they are really capable of causing trouble!"

Not only the media reporters and the onlookers on the red carpet, but even the guests who had already entered the Metropolitan Museum of Art ran out to share this shocking news.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Martin, Leonardo and three others carried Nicholson's coffin to the multi-level steps on the red carpet and carefully placed it on the ground.

Martin kicked the coffin three times in succession. Nicholson pressed a button, and with a bang, the lightweight plastic coffin lid suddenly burst open and fell to both sides of the red carpet.

Martin said in a loud voice: "Welcome, Lord Earl."

Leonardo also said loudly: "Welcome, Lord Count."

A hand with pale skin and very long nails was raised from the coffin.

Under the camera flash, it looks a bit creepy at first glance.

If you look more closely, it's actually a bit funny because the hand is so chubby.

Then, Nicholson, with his hair combed back, wearing a black cloak with red lining, and revealing two long fangs, sat up from the coffin.

Classic Count Dracula look.

It can be said that it is not rare at all. Every year in the Halloween parades in New York and Los Angeles, there are at least twenty people dressed like this, if not a hundred.

But no one has ever done a red carpet scene where someone crawls out of a coffin.

Nicholson grabbed his cloak and stood up unsteadily. Perhaps he had been lying there for too long and his legs and feet were numb. He almost fell when he stepped out of the coffin.

Martin was quick to support him.

Bruce automatically retreated to the position of bodyguard.

Mene saw Celine Dion at the top of the stairs and ran up in small steps.

Nicholson, the fat Count Dracula of the new era, took out sunglasses from his pocket, stuck them on his face, and called Martin and Leonardo: "My servants, come over and take a photo together."

The three of them stood in front of the steps, facing hundreds of cameras, and posed in their coolest ways.

The order on the red carpet was almost disrupted. There were too many reporters and it was too crowded. Many people rushed out of the isolation zone.

A large number of security personnel came to maintain order. A supervisor from the organizer found Martin and his two companions and whispered a few words to them. Then the three of them stopped and walked up the steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art together.

The organizer's media interview area is set up on the platform of the steps.

As soon as the asshole trio went up, they were surrounded by cameras.

A host from New York exclaimed, "Jack, you guys are so cool today!"

Nicholson acted like the leader of the trio and said, "Of course, the three of us are the best team, the coolest and most fashionable super group."

The host then asked, "Who planned all this?"

Leonardo and Nicholson pushed Martin out to take the blame: "These are all Martin's ideas. He is a top planning master and the idea expert of our trio!"

The host passed the microphone to Martin: "How did you come up with these ideas?"

"I think history, fashion, magic and legend can be effectively combined together, and the results are proven to be very good." Martin finished his nonsense and said specifically: "In fact, I got these inspirations from Nolan's "The Dark Knight". That film integrates all these..."

He raved about The Dark Knight, which was released in July.

The host then asked about Leonardo and also mentioned Gisele Bundchen who was also present today.

Leonardo could handle this kind of problem more easily when he was not drunk.

The host asked about Nicholson's alleged conflict with Martin.

"My personal relationship with Martin has never been a problem. We are best friends and the best partners. We just have some different views on the role of the Dark Knight." Nicholson began to change the direction according to the script and put his arm around Martin's shoulders: "He didn't listen to my advice and was too immersed in the role of the Joker, which led to some psychological and spiritual problems."

Martin nodded in agreement: "It's not easy to get into a role like the Joker, and it's even harder to get out of it. My psychiatrist even said that I developed a hidden personality because of this."

Nicholson pointed to the lightweight plastic coffin being carried away at the bottom of the stairs and said, "I'm over 60 years old. Why am I fooling around with Martin and Leo? Because I want him to really relax and be happy."

He seized the opportunity to brag and flatter himself: "This prank worked well. Look, Martin's smile has become lighter."

Nicholson is a very loyal man, so Martin certainly cooperated with him at this time, smiling much more relaxedly than in his recent public appearances.

Leonardo was not to be outdone: "One of the reasons why Jack and I came to New York this time was to save Martin."

He put one hand on Martin's shoulder, looked at him affectionately, and said solemnly: "Brother, you must win this war with the clown and get rid of it completely."

Martin was so moved by his two good brothers that he nodded repeatedly.

At this moment, Nicholson and Leonardo's personalities were all sublimated, and they stepped on Martin to climb to the commanding heights of moral integrity.

After the interview, the three bastards went into the lobby of the Metropolitan Museum of Art together.

Because they made too much noise before, they became the focus of the whole audience as soon as they entered.

Many people looked at the three people eagerly, wondering how to take advantage of the popularity tonight.

Of course, there were also many people who were angry that they had stolen the limelight and cast envious and jealous glances at them.

The asshole trio, thicker-skinned than the supporting walls of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, didn't care about any of this at all, and instead found something of interest in it.

(End of this chapter)