America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 63 Putting it all together
The club wasn't open yet, so Bruce arrived early and saw Martin sitting alone at the bar, drinking slowly.

Martin picked up the account book and threw it to Old Bu: "Don't worry, I don't drink for free. All of it is recorded in your account."

Bruce took the account book and went into the bar: "You stinking piece of shit, behave yourself!"

Martin took a sip of wine and put on a serious face: "Man, if I become a star one day, I will hire you as my scumbag."

Bruce pulled a white bottle out of his pocket and placed it in front of Martin: "This is for you."

Martin looked down and saw it was a bottle of Vaseline: "What do I need it for?"

Bruce delivered the fatal blow: "One day when you are exposed by the producer, or when you want to expose the producer, you will need this."

Martin gave him two middle fingers.

From the club lobby, a man and a woman came over.

Liberty was wearing a tight sportswear, with lumps of flesh all over his body, and Bruce shrank back when he saw him.

The man walked with his legs apart, like a giant human-shaped crab with its legs unable to move.

Sophia and her beloved plaything Scott.

"Hi, Old Bu." Sofia greeted the bar. "Let's talk alone sometime. I miss you so much."

Bruce didn't dare to respond, so he forced a smile and watched Sophia go upstairs.

Scott walked over with his feet turned outwards, staggering over: "Give me a beer."

Martin patted the chair next to him and said, "Sit down."

Scott glared at him: "Did you do this on purpose?"

Martin forgot: "Sorry." Thinking that Lily and Hall couldn't be without a guardian, he reminded: "Withdraw when you have made enough money, otherwise you won't make enough money to pay for medical treatment."

"I was planning to withdraw." Scott was in tears.

Bruce asked, "You just passively took the beating?"

Scott took a swig of beer. "I had some control, but I saw she was all muscle and all Michael Tyson in her head."

Martin casually said, "You can be Holyfield."

Scott said, "I don't bite people's ears!"

Martin remembered something and reminded him: "Harris has applied for college."

"What's the point of going to college? The right thing to do is to start working early." Scott shook his head: "I know, these bastards never give me peace of mind."

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In the office on the second floor, Sophia stood by the glass door, looking at Martin in the lobby on the first floor, and said, "I asked someone from the Freedom Club to find out. He has a close relationship with Kelly Gray."

Vincent turned his laptop around: "I checked it out and asked my friends in Los Angeles. Money laundering is common in the film and television industry."

Sophia waved her hand: "There's more to it than that. You're too focused on the club and money laundering itself and overlooked the most important point. The Gray family has some power in Georgia, and our underground casino business is also protected. Maybe we can even get a normal import and export license and get the smuggling business back on track."

She kept talking: "Don't underestimate avocados. The market and profits are so big that they are driving Mexican dealers crazy. I think it won't be long before an avocado war breaks out between Mexican dealers and plantations. If we move from covert to open, perhaps..."

"Stop, stop." Vincent couldn't keep up with Sofia's train of thought: "The key now is whether we should do it or not."

Sophia said: "I think we should get in touch. This is an opportunity. I will communicate with your father."

Vincent also made up his mind: "I will go talk to Gray Company first and see the specific situation."

Sophia was about to leave: "Call me when you're done. I'm going to take my little darling out to play games."

She went downstairs and passed the bar, and Scott followed obediently.

"Old Bruce." Sophia hooked her finger at Bruce again: "Let's go together."

Bruce didn't dare to say a word. When everyone left, Martin looked at Bruce sympathetically and said, "Old Bruce, don't say anything. Don't cry. I understand."

Bruce turned away and vowed never to speak to that bastard again.

Martin went upstairs again and left feeling refreshed. It was so difficult to be a leading man, so this time he did the work of an independent producer.

The production company and the investors run back and forth, using one to seduce the other to put together a deal.

Martin returned to Kelly's apartment, dragged out the sleeping Kelly Gray, whipped her severely, then carried her into the warm bathtub, and told her the relevant situation while soaking in the hot bath.

Kelly Gray will certainly not get involved in person: "I will send someone to talk to you, and you and I don't need to get involved in the details."

Martin understood what she meant: "I was just trying to attract investment. I told my former boss about an investment opportunity out of gratitude. I don't know anything else." He rested his head on Kelly's body: "I'm exhausted. As the leading actor, how much work did I have to do?"

Kelly Gray reminded: "You are still the production manager, it's your job."

Martin thought of another thing: "The handsome men in the Beast House are ready-made male dancers. I proposed to bring them in, and hinted that I would use the film's salary to do the accounting. Their salary will definitely be inflated by then. As the male lead, my salary can't be lower than theirs, right?"

Kelly felt relieved at this moment: "If the deal is successful, you will be the first to make the contribution, and no one will use your salary as an excuse."

The two took a comfortable hot bath, rinsed off, and chatted for a while.

Martin took out the BMW keys from his pocket and prepared to return them.

Kelly waved her hand: "This is for you."

"Rich woman, are you really going to support me?" Martin said shamelessly, putting the key in his pocket: "How much pocket money do you want every week? Where is the house?"

Kelly didn't joke with him: "So many things have happened recently, and a lot of them we did together."

"I understand." Martin made a zipper-like motion around his mouth: "I've always kept my mouth shut. I can keep secrets better than the dead."

Kelly went to change her dress: "Come on, go to dinner with me."

Martin exclaimed: "The happy life of being kept has finally begun."

They had steak for dinner. After dinner, Kelly Gray made a phone call and Martin took her to the company to meet Dave, the vice president of Gray's company and producer of late-night films.

Dave will discuss the details.

After sending Kelly back, Martin sat alone in the car and stayed quietly for a while.

It took him more than three months to go from a poor boy from the slums and a mere background artist to the leading actor of a multi-million dollar theatrical movie.

Martin felt that the difficulties, calculations and struggles during this period were part of the necessary path to success.

It's a bit tiring, but it's better than just making money by lying down.

He started the BMW 7 and drove out of the apartment's underground parking lot. Before getting on the highway, he received a call from Bruce.

"The main members of the South City gang are all gone. Boyette will probably have to pick up soap in prison for more than a decade." Bruce forgot the oath he had made. "You can go back now. There shouldn't be any problem."

Martin said, "Thanks, Old Bu. I'll treat you to dinner some other day."

Bruce suddenly said: "Let me tell you something, Monica broke up with me."

Martin was surprised: "Why?"

Bruce, this bastard, immediately put the blame on Martin: "It's all your fault. You gave me the photo of Kate Winslet, and I couldn't help but lick it. I showed it to her several times in a row. She called tonight and said I was a pervert."

Martin rubbed salt into the wound: "You are a pervert."

The call was immediately hung up.

It will be on the shelves on April 4st. There will be a first-order lottery when it is put on the shelves. I will send a separate chapter to explain it before it is put on the shelves.

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