America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 56: Entering the Holy Valley
Listening to these words, Martin thought of his past life drifting away, the dealers roaming around Clayton, and the bodies falling in front of the shotgun.

Who is willing to lie at the bottom and serve as a stepping stone for others?

Who wants to be squeezed dry like ore?
Who wants to be like a donkey, being whipped and working hard only to go around in circles?
Martin drank the wine in his glass in one gulp. "Whoever grabs me, I will kick him into hell. Whoever blocks me, I will push him off a cliff. Whoever presses on me, I will throw him into a fire pit. Louise, can the future be worse than my past?"

"What do I have to lose? If I fail, the worst that can happen is that I will come back to be a gigolo, or go to the Holy Valley to make movies! I don't want to be a poor guy and be at the bottom of society all my life!"

He smiled with a gap in his teeth on the left corner of his mouth: "Did you know? Adam Smith, who is most likely to become the protagonist of "Zombie Gigolo", was arrested by the DEA."

Louise understood immediately: "So that's how it is." She smiled: "Assholes and quagmires are a perfect match."

"Please continue." Martin poured more wine for the two of them. No matter how much news and rumors he had read in his previous life, they were all just watching the fire from the other side of the river, which was far inferior to the personal experience of Louise, the producer.

Louise said: "If you want to really develop, leave Atlanta and go to Los Angeles. Georgia's preferential policies will attract more and more Hollywood crews, but Toronto, Australia and Morocco did similar things many years ago. They cannot become places where stars are born. For normal Hollywood crews, the main cast and crew will be finalized before leaving Los Angeles."

She pointed at Martin's mouth and said, "Accent. Your southern accent is fine for marginal roles with few lines, but not for roles with many lines. You don't have a Hollywood accent. Of course, it doesn't matter for a zombie gigolo. The character setting is a southern vampire zombie."

"Hollywood accent?" Martin was slightly surprised, but soon understood: "It's a common accent in Hollywood movies, right?"

Louise reminded: "You need to correct yourself daily and seek professional guidance. I haven't found any professional training institutions in Atlanta. You need to learn both Hollywood and British accents to increase your core competitiveness."

Martin took all the advice from professionals into consideration and said, "I'm going to the Savannah Institute of Art Atlanta branch tomorrow."

Louise added: "The most important thing is, when you see an opportunity, don't hesitate, don't care if the means are despicable or if you are shameless, winning is the most important thing. If you win, everyone will call everything in the past inspirational; if you lose, no one will care that you are upright."

Martin suddenly said, "Can I use some tricks on you?"

"What?" Louise, a drunkard and pervert, looked down unconsciously.

Martin picked up his glass and added to the atmosphere: "My genius brain has come up with several new ideas for cocktails."

Louise gnashed her teeth and said, "You are such a bastard! You deserve to wallow in the mire for the rest of your life! Just wait, I will bite off your mortar and make it into a cocktail shaker!"

Martin is so shameless: "A cocktail shaker that produces its own liquor?"

"You are shameless and have no sense of integrity. You do have the potential to climb up. Now give me a new formula." Hobbies are more attractive than work. Louise made no pretense and made a straightforward deal: "This year... I am very busy with work this year. I am also the producer of a play and I have to go to Morocco."

She calculated the time and said, "Well, you go to Los Angeles around the New Year, and I will recommend you to an agency. There is no problem with your acting skills. I have watched every scene you have filmed. Since I am very satisfied with you, I will give you some help."

Martin goes back to the beginning: "Where are the zombie gigolos? Let's put aside the funding."

Louise saw Martin take out a pen and paper and write down the name and dosage of the wine. She said, "Being the leading actor in a theatrical movie is a very important qualification. Bastard, remember this sentence. When choosing a crew and a role at the beginning, it is better to be the head of a group of chickens than the tail of a phoenix."

She took the paper Martin had written, kissed it hard, folded it and put it away carefully: "Most of the investment in Hollywood movies comes from joint ventures, such as my company, which never shoots movies independently."

"For a crew like this, there are always relationships and interests from all sides that need to be balanced. Even if I am the executive producer, I cannot recommend an actor who has no ability and qualifications for an important role. The producer and the production company cannot pass that test. It will cost tens or even hundreds of millions of dollars. Just imagine it."

Martin sighed, "I have to get the male lead for this million-dollar project first."

Louise thought of something happy and laughed happily: "When I recommend you, I can't bring up Ma Zhen's clip, right?"

"I can help find the funds, Kelly accepts?" Martin said vaguely: "She mentioned money laundering last time."

Louise didn't care at all: "Money laundering is the norm in the film and television industry. All those Hollywood compilation projects launder money. Keep good accounts, keep a low profile, and the key is to pay taxes in full. Let's launder together."

She and Martin had another drink: "Most Hollywood movies are money-losing, but huge amounts of money are pouring in from all over the world. Are investors stupid? Let's put it this way, without the endless flow of black money, there would be no prosperity in the film and television industry today." Martin believed it because he had seen it before, and Hollywood is definitely more extravagant than over there.

Louise smiled even more happily: "You can find a stable and controllable source of funds for Grey Company, and Kelly can agree to all your requests."

Martin got the point across, stability and control.

He said no more and clinked glasses with Louise: "You are almost the same."

Louise was proud: "I'm from Hollywood." She looked directly at Martin: "Cocktails alone are not enough, I also need penicillin."

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In the sunset, people come and go on Xijiao Street.

There were long lines in front of the Beast House and the Black Bar.

Most male customers would go to the black bar to have a drink first, and then go across the street to pick up someone after ten o'clock.

The bar had not yet opened, and Boyet was supervising his men moving the wine when he suddenly received a call.

He pointed at Diego, then walked to the warehouse and asked, "What's wrong with that idiot Adam Smith?"

There were only two words said: "Go."

Hearing the sound of the phone being hung up, Boyet touched his crotch, took out his gun, and without notifying his men, went into the warehouse, opened a secret door, went in and closed it from the inside, picked up the flashlight prepared on the side, and crawled forward with his back bent.

He didn't climb far before he opened another door, entered the sewer, and ran wildly along the sewer.

After leaving the reserved location, I quickly entered the apartment building next door, opened a room, and changed my clothes.

Boyette went to the window and looked toward West Street. More than a dozen cars with DEA ​​logos rushed over from all directions and surrounded the black bar from front to back. Fully armed agents quickly broke into the bar.

"What a bunch of lunatics!" Boyet couldn't help but curse: "There are so many people in Atlanta, why are they targeting me? Because I am from a black gang in the South City?"

He raised his middle finger and said, "You are a bunch of bastards who discriminate against black people!"

Despite the curse, Boyet didn't dare to stay any longer. He opened the drawer, took out a pair of car keys, and quickly left the area.

As he got in the car, his few brain cells worked desperately, and everything he thought of was related to Adam Smith.

When Adam Smith was arrested, Boyet didn't take the news seriously and just asked someone about it.

There are at least 800, if not a thousand, companies doing this in Atlanta.

Now the DEA is knocking on the door.

Poyet recalls the last time he saw Adam Smith.

What exactly is wrong?

(End of this chapter)