America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 73: Poor People Don’t Play Art
Crisp gunshots continued to ring out, bullet casings fell beside Martin, the Glock magazine was empty, and the electronic target counter reported the number of rings.

Bruce took one look, motioned for Martin to take off his earplugs, and said, "Good job!"

Martin changed the magazine: "Last time I beat that black guy's ass, my shooting skills have improved a lot."

Bruce analyzed: "Having a successful practical experience has boosted my confidence."

He picked up an AR and changed the target position with Martin: "Try this, the most common rifle in the United States, it is very different from pistols and shotguns."

Martin examined the gun, which was obviously semi-automatic, and asked, "I heard it's easy to convert to full-automatic?"

Bruce nodded: "Just add a bump stock, you don't have to worry about these, the semi-automatic is enough for you."

Martin followed Bruce's instructions and fired a magazine of bullets. He felt that a shotgun was more suitable for home self-defense.

But he still studies very hard. Should this be considered a basic skill for a Hollywood male star?
The two men each fired two more magazines and returned to the rest area.

There's no need to play until your shoulders are sore.

Martin ordered two cups of coffee, and Bruce asked, "Are you really going to Los Angeles?"

"I'll leave after I finish working on the zombie dancers, probably after the Savannah Film Festival." Martin asked, "You and Monica haven't reconciled yet?"

Bruce said, "It's all over. She thinks I'm a pervert."

Martin said: "You didn't tell her that you just licked the photo and didn't drink it. It's not too perverted."

Bruce shrugged: "She came to me to get back together, and she happened to see me soaking the photos in water."

Martin sincerely admired him: "I am a pervert, but I think you are a pervert!" He repeated his old words: "Old Bull, when I make it in Hollywood, I will definitely hire you as my scavenger. Perverts and perverts are a perfect match."

Bruce's words penetrated the falsehood and went straight to the essence: "You stinky piece of shit, you like to use cheap means to do lousy things, and you want me to clean up your ass?"

Martin gestured casually: "I have been a low-level person for ten lifetimes. I don't know anything about high-end methods!"

His cell phone rang at this time. It was Kelly who called. After answering the call, she said, "I'm at the company. Accompany me to Savannah and we can talk about something alone."

Martin drank the coffee in the cup: "I have something to do. I'm leaving now."

Bruce suddenly said, "Just a reminder, your shitty accent is really bad right now."

Martin didn't care. He went out, drove his BMW, went to Gray Company to pick up Kelly, got on Highway 85, and headed straight to the port city of Savannah in the east.

Kelly said: "Have you seen the latest Esquire? Famous bartender Louise Maier was inspired in Casablanca and created a new cocktail expansion screw."

Martin recalled and asked, "It's been more than a month since the last time, right?"

Kelly did not answer, but said: "Louise is very greedy, you will be squeezed dry by her sooner or later."

Martin nodded: "One recipe per month, at least for five years." He then asked: "What are we going to do in Savannah?"

Kelly said simply, "Go to the Savannah Institute of the Arts to register the film for the film festival, and stay in Savannah for a night."

When they arrived in Savannah, the two had lunch first and then went to the Savannah Institute of Art together.

This is the largest art school in Georgia, with many departments related to film and television.

The film festival is held in October, and "Zombie Dancing" has registered to participate in the screening environment, or to be more precise, to use the opportunity of the film festival to attract film distributors and sell the film.

Because the film has not yet been completed, according to normal regulations, it does not meet the registration requirements.

However, Kelly used her connections and visited a vice-president to get a special admission permit.

This is also the reason why she came here in person.

Martin then went through various formalities, including registration fees, booth fees, and prepaid screening fees, which added up to several thousand dollars. When he got back to the car and reunited with Kelly, Kelly asked, "How do you feel?"

Martin got into the driver's seat and said, "I'm deeply touched. Poor people shouldn't play art."

Kelly laughed: "Learn from the models of the three major European film festivals."

Martin is the film's leading man, and theatrical screening is closely related to his future. He asked, "Have you contacted the distributor?"

Kelly motioned for him to drive. "I used to work at Lionsgate, and I got in touch with Lionsgate's buyers. Louise helped me get in touch with Focus Features, which is under Universal, and Warner Bros., which she works with the most. There will also be film producers from overseas coming over, and we expect there to be more than a dozen film buyers."

Martin said: "I look forward to seeing it released in North America soon."

"You have the money to go to Los Angeles?" Kelly smiled strangely: "To find that bitch Louise?"

Martin emphasized: "I am in Georgia, accompanying you, a womanizing slut."

Arriving at the hotel, Kelly went straight to the bathroom to run a bath.

They both went into the bathroom together.

Kelly was soaking in the water, lying on Martin, and suddenly said, "When you go to Los Angeles, do something for me."

"Taking secret photos of Louise?" Martin asked curiously.

"Why would I secretly take photos of her? I've seen enough of her in person." Kelly was unusually serious: "If you find out which Hollywood crew might come to Georgia to shoot, notify me immediately."

Martin understood: "I'll keep an eye on it. It seems that no one in Atlanta does this kind of business except Gray Pictures."

Kelly nodded slightly, "Someone will notice soon, I want to seize the opportunity."

When Martin was alone with Kelly, he would definitely sit on Kelly's side: "Don't let Louise go."

Kelly said: "If she can get a Hollywood crew to work with me, I will give her a commission."

"What about me?" Martin asked. "Don't I get any commission?"

Kelly understood the poor guy's mind: "You have it too. Martin, don't miss the opportunity to make money. If you can attract a large crew with an investment of hundreds of millions, I will reward you well."

Martin took the opportunity to ask, "What's my reward?"

Kelly raised her eyebrows: "What do you want?"

Martin didn't say what he wanted, but instead talked about the other side: "Is the crew from the Sacred Valley also okay?"

Kelly said: "As long as it's a legitimate crew, it doesn't matter what type it is. What's important is making money. Only with money can you move up."

Martin reached out and held Kelly's hand: "I found that we have a great understanding."

"No, it's Louise who has a tacit understanding with you." Kelly broke free, she was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Martin asked, "What?"

"I was influenced by the environment!" Kelly was furious. "In the atmosphere you and Louise deliberately created, I did something outrageous. It doesn't mean anything!"

She raised her voice: "I am not what you see!"

Martin turned over: "I believe you."

Kelly landed in the water and soon she no longer believed in herself.

The two stayed in Savannah for three days, waiting for all the formalities with the film festival organizing committee to be completed before returning to Atlanta.

(End of this chapter)