America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 455: The Game in the Circle

"The Dark Knight has set a new record. After only 16 days in North America, the box office has exceeded $4 million, and the global box office has reached $7 million!"

In the office on Peachtree Street in Atlanta, Jerome put down the newspaper in his hand and looked across at Robert: "Can you imagine? Our Marietta Theater has actually produced a real superstar."

Robert sat in front of an old wooden desk, carefully wiping every speck of dust on the table. Two bottles of Coca-Cola in glass bottles produced in 03 had been placed on the table since the premiere of "The Dark Knight".

Jerome added: "These strange rituals of yours seem to be very effective."

Robert shook his head and said, "This is the blessing ceremony of the Coke Cult."

Jerome smiled and asked, "Martin grew up step by step during your blessing ceremony?"

"Martin is the leader, he will definitely succeed." Robert said seriously, "I am just the high priest."

Jerome looked at the photo on the wall of Robert wearing a Coca-Cola T-shirt and Martin dressed as the leader of the Coca-Cola Cult, and said, "I don't know when Martin will return to Atlanta, Robert. Please take some time to ask Elena."

Robert knew, however, that on some Boxing Days, Martin often secretly returned to Atlanta to meet Elena, but he did not say it out loud, and nodded in response, "No problem."

Jerome glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "Let's go to Gray Film and Television Center. Zack Snyder's Watchmen is almost finished filming. We have so many actors participating in the film, and we also want to show our faces at the closing ceremony."

Robert followed Jerome out of the company and drove to Gray Film and Television Center.

Just downstairs, in a black Chevrolet SUV, a sturdy man like a bear put down the digital camera in his hand.

The bearded man next to him asked in Russian: "Are they the two?"

The bear-like man spoke English with an Eastern European accent: "Yes, it's them, Jerome and Robert, the leading figures in the Atlanta film and television industry, who relied on Martin Davis's network to develop."

He asked, "Victor, do you want us to..."

The bearded man put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Because we have been in the United States for a while, the boss arranged for us to come here to do some preparatory work. If you attack the Atlanta people, Martin Davis will definitely get the news, so be alert!"

The bear-like man nodded, started the car and drove towards the Gray Film and Television Center, and asked, "I didn't expect that the boss could be so patient."

"Do you think everyone is as anxious as you?" Victor was obviously the leader of the two: "The eldest son and grandson all died in Los Angeles because of Martin Davis. He wants revenge more than anyone else."

He shook his head and sighed, "But revenge also requires timing. At the time, Martin Davis had a close relationship with the Los Angeles police and was very vigilant. Later, I don't know which idiot in Moscow department was caught as a spy by a movie star and caused Martin Davis to be linked to the FBI. They are simply a group of hopeless idiots!"

The bearded man replied, "I'm better than them!"

Victor reminded him to concentrate on driving, and then said, "In the past few years, the boss has been closely watched by the Ministry of Internal Affairs and dared not make any big moves. But this year the situation is different. The boss will be able to get away by the end of the year at the earliest. After a few years of a stable and prosperous life, Martin Davis will definitely relax his vigilance. No one can keep his nerves tense for so long."

The bearded man understood everything: "So, the boss asked us to come here to serve as a front line, and when he gets away, it will be time for revenge?"

"That's basically it." Victor came over and did a lot of work: "Martin Davis is not the little star he used to be. His influence and the network behind him are very troublesome. Atlanta is not a good place to start. Let's observe for a while and then go to Los Angeles to have a look."

The bearded man said, "Get some AKs and RPGs and just shoot him in the face!"

"This is America, not Russia. We don't have the network of relationships that those idiots in the Security Bureau have developed." Victor thought much more than the bearded man: "Do you think there aren't eyes behind those large quantities of arms? Ha, if we dare to buy them, we will be targeted on the same day."

Although the bearded man is not very smart, he has one advantage: "I can't see things as clearly as you do, so I just follow your lead. What you said must make sense."

…………

Angel Club, there is a boxing ring in the newly expanded fitness area.

Chad, Chen Hu, Mene, Marcus and others, led by the club owner Kane, were watching the close fight between two people in the boxing ring.

Martin flew towards Bruce's vital point between his legs. Bruce quickly blocked it, but a fist bigger than a sandbag hit him in the face.

"Crotch grabbing, eye poking..." Marcus grinned: "Martin learned bad things from Tiger."

Chad agreed: "It's like Martin has learned all the essence of Tiger's Kung Fu."

Chen Hu smiled and said, "In a life-and-death struggle, in order to kill the enemy, of course you have to use the most ruthless means to attack the enemy's most vulnerable and vital parts."

Bruce raised his hand to block Martin's fist, but Martin was faster. He grabbed Bruce's arm at close range and swept his foot hard, causing Bruce to fall to the ground with a thud.

Martin gestured as if he was about to draw his gun and shoot: "Dude, you're dead."

Bruce rubbed his arms and thighs, got up from the ground, and said, "Your body, skills, and experience have all entered their golden age. I am much older than you, and I am afraid of young people in a fight. It is not unfair for me to lose to you."

Martin has a good foundation and has been exercising and training continuously over the years, and the results are obvious.

Kane shouted from the audience: "Guys, it's not as convenient as using a gun!" Martin took off his gloves, jumped off the ring, and shouted: "Kane, Old Bull is waiting for you to challenge him!"

Bruce came down quickly and said, "No more fighting, let's practice shooting."

None of the people gathered here are good people. Playing with guns and fighting with fists are no big deal to them.

Seven or eight people went to the shooting range again and used up many magazines of pistols and automatic rifles.

Near noon, Martin suddenly received a message.

"See you at the east gate of Century City Shopping Plaza!"

The number is unfamiliar, signed JJN.

Martin knew the meaning of these three letters. Old Jack's full name was John Joseph Nicholson.

Why are you suddenly being so mysterious? What do you want to do?
Martin said hello to Chad, Kane and others, and asked Bruce to go to Century City together.

Arriving at the east door, Martin put on a baseball cap and entered the foyer.

There weren't many people here, but Nicholson wasn't in sight.

Suddenly, a worker wearing maintenance uniform and a hard hat came out from a side emergency passage and whispered, "Leo's favorite."

Martin immediately replied: "Gisele Bündchen."

Nicholson, disguised as a maintenance worker, walked through the hallway and entered the secure passage on the other side.

Martin had no choice but to follow him. Seeing that there was no one in the safe passage, he asked, "What's going on?"

"We are doing something very secretive. You have to keep it secret!" Nicholson was quite dissatisfied with Martin's frivolous attitude: "You come to see me wearing such a shabby hat without any disguise? I will be exposed!"

Martin could only say: "Next time, next time I will come to see you in disguise." He added: "Is it necessary?"

"You are such a fool that you are blinded by money and beauty and don't understand the fun of it at all!" Nicholson climbed up two steps and said condescendingly, "You have to listen to my instructions. When I give you a code word, you must come to see me in disguise."

Martin nodded repeatedly: "I remember." He urged: "Jack, let's talk business first."

Nicholson lowered his voice and said, "My student, Jennifer Lawrence, has broken into the Studio 4 you mentioned. She has taken two acting classes taught by James Franco himself. Franco's school only accepts female students, but he has limited energy and has been looking for other stars to be partners."

Martin had read James Franco's gossip in his previous life, so he asked, "What exactly is the acting class like?"

"What else can Hollywood stars do in their acting classes?" Nicholson said simply, "There must be some intimate contact between the acting teacher and the student, such as touching the key parts in front of everyone."

He casually framed her: "Martin, you are an old hand in this area. You must know a lot about it. Aren't you a role model of what Hollywood stars are like behind the scenes?"

Martin certainly couldn't bear the blame: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm a well-known good person, I always enjoy caring for others."

Nicholson sneered twice and said, "Not only that, according to Jennifer, Franco will also personally teach some large-scale scenes so that the female students can adapt to Hollywood as soon as possible."

He waved his hand casually. "It's just a small thing. It's far worse than Marlon Brando. In order to make money, Marlon opened an acting class and stipulated that all students must be naked during class. Stars like Sean Penn, Robin Williams, Zeta Jones, Madonna, and Leo have all taken his acting class. This bastard even secretly filmed the acting class content and prepared to release videotapes and DVDs."

Martin said: "It is not unjust that you, old fellow, should be poor and destitute in your later years."

"Yeah, he's old and confused," Nicholson said. "How could those people let the video leak out?"

Martin suddenly became interested and asked, "Do you know who has the video? I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious, so many playboys and playgirls are together, and nothing happened?"

"Let's get to the point and stop talking about boring things." Nicholson obviously knew a lot of inside information, but he didn't want his old friend Marlon Brando to be wanted by a lot of celebrities after his death.

He asked, “What do you want to do next?”

Martin pondered and said, "Try to be a middleman and help people connect. Franco lacks a partner with fame and resources, and Ben Affleck needs to make a lot of money as soon as possible to help his brother. Are they a good match? We are so conscientious, shouldn't we help think of a way to bring them together?"

Nicholson thought of more: "Will those two Hollywood Meitu opinion leaders help you?"

"They won't take the initiative to expose such things unless the media exposes them on a large scale." Martin is very familiar with the rules of the circle. If the media exposes it, as opinion leaders, Jolie and Aniston will not have many problems if they stand up again, and they may even win huge reputation.

He knew that he would have to pay billions again: "Let's try, it may not succeed, if the two sides are connected, I will sleep with Jolie and Aniston myself."

(End of this chapter)