America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 89 A Big Business of Hundreds of Millions

On the golden beach, music was blasting, laser lights were jumping and flipping, men and women in cool clothes were colorful, and dozens of young and beautiful bodies were twisting wildly like dancing snakes.

Director Julian called for a stop at this time, and the last scene of the day was completed.

Martin took a quick look and spotted the short blonde woman. He borrowed a Polaroid camera from someone he knew in the crew and then went over to her.

Scarlett Johansson, wearing tight hot pants and a short T-shirt, is talking to someone.

Martin waited for a while, and when he saw the person leaving, he went over to say hello: "Hi, Scarlett."

"Hi." Scarlett had an impression of Martin, a supporting actor in the crew.

Martin smiled and said, "I have a friend who became a crazy fan of yours after watching Lost in Translation."

Scarlett was curious: "How crazy?"

Martin didn't dare to tell the truth, so he lied, "He called me and threatened to tear my head off in order to get an autographed photo of you."

He raised the camera in his hand: "Scarlett, for my head, can you do me a favor?"

Scarlett took two steps back. Her professionalism allowed her to quickly find a suitable background. She faced Martin with her chest and stomach straightened. “You can take the photo now.”

Martin thought that he couldn't take a picture of her butt this way, so he wouldn't want it even if it was given to him, but it was unreasonable to ask for a picture of her back, so he asked tentatively, "Can we take a picture of her from the side? My friend said you look best from the side, and Monroe is way worse than you."

Scarlett spread her hands helplessly, half turned her body, and habitually posed in a way that highlighted her curves.

Martin quickly took the photo, waited for the photo to dry, took out the prepared pen from his pocket and handed it over.

Scarlett signed the photo.

Martin said thank you and left with the photos.

When he went to the film crew to take the Polaroid, director Julian happened to be there, so Martin took the opportunity to chat with him.

The crew of "Entourage" hired four directors, but Martin's role did not overlap with those of the other directors, so he only met Julian.

When I came out, I met the male lead Adrian.

Adrian took the initiative to say hello: "Hey, Martin, how about going to the beach for a while?"

Martin smiled and responded, "Just about to go over there, want to have a drink together?"

Adrian nodded: "Wait until I'm done."

"Okay." Martin continued walking forward.

The two passed each other and the smiles on their faces disappeared almost at the same time.

Martin returned to the beach and was about to join the dancing crowd when Daisy came over.

"Are you leaving the crew tomorrow?" she asked.

Martin said: "I don't have many scenes. I finished filming the last one today."

Daisy said meaningfully: "I have worked with many actors, but you left the deepest impression on me."

"Oh?" Martin asked. "Really?"

Daisy said: "You look dissolute, but you are a real gentleman at heart."

A gentleman is a synonym for a hooligan, Martin admitted frankly: "That's right."

Daisy was very direct: "Gentleman, would you like to watch the stars together tonight?"

Martin suddenly thought of the Astronomical Association: "Stars? A multi-billion dollar business..."

Unexpectedly, Daisy automatically answered: "Almost." She suddenly changed the subject: "It's not easy to be a small actor. The pay is pitifully low. I can only survive by working part-time. I already owe the landlord two months' rent."

Martin declined politely: "I really need to discuss business with someone about Stars."

"What a pity." Daisy held out her hand: "I hope we can work together again in the future."

Martin shook it gently: "I hope so."

Daisy left without looking back, found another male supporting actor in the crew, and started chatting with him enthusiastically.

Martin looked at the time and decided to go home.

For small-time actors on the 18th line, there shouldn’t be too many similar situations.

Martin got in the car, pulled out his cell phone and called Thomas.

As soon as the phone was connected, a suppressed angry voice rang out: "Asshole, it's night time now, not working hours, I'm on a date with my girlfriend!"

"Just one sentence." Martin said quickly: "I'm done here, new job?"

In the hotel room, Thomas's female companion glared at him, and the sharp arrows in her eyes shot Thomas full of holes.

Thomas, who had just finished working in the mail room of an entertainment agency and was exposed to all the work of deep PUA, knew that it was time to put down his phone, appease his girlfriend, and complete a deal worth hundreds of millions.

But as an agent, he continued, "How can there be so many suitable job opportunities in Hollywood? I'm helping you find them, but you have to find a way yourself. Go to the Directors Guild tomorrow to see if there are any crews hiring."

The female companion jumped down, put on her slippers, and went to get dressed.

Thomas quickly said, "That's it. Don't call me during non-working hours. Remember that!"

By the time he hung up the phone, his girlfriend had already put on her clothes.

Thomas was dumbfounded: "Honey, you're leaving?"

"Go sleep with your work!" the female companion walked out.

Thomas pointed: "What about it?"

The female companion snorted coldly: "You do the rest of the sewing yourself." The door opened and then closed with a bang.

Thomas pounded the bed sheet hard, took out his phone and dialed Martin's number. When the other end picked up, he yelled, "Martin Davis, I wish you to be a damn gay for the rest of your life, and the one who gets fucked!"

Martin couldn't understand why Thomas was so hysterical, but that didn't stop him from fighting back: "I'm used to recording phone calls. There's one thing I forgot to note in my profile. I'm a famous figure in Atlanta. If you don't believe me, you can check it out. I pretended not to hear the discriminatory remarks..."

Thomas felt depressed, tired and annoyed. What a crappy customer!
He took a deep breath and decided not to argue with the other party for the sake of Louise Meier. He said, "As for the work, we have to look for opportunities on both sides."

Martin said: "I'm waiting for your good news."

Thomas didn't want to do any needlework, so he took a cold shower and sat in front of the hotel computer to surf the Internet, specifically looking up key words such as Martin Davis and Atlanta.

A pink kettle popped out.

It was as if he was poking Thomas in the face through the screen.

The Internet shows that this thing was jointly created by Martin Davis and a woman named Kelly Gray.

Thomas judged that such a cheap thing must have been made by that bitch.

After the impulse subsided, Thomas's mind gradually became clear and his thoughts changed again.

Can this guy see that far?

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The next morning, Martin slept in, and when he went out for breakfast, he bought a pile of newspapers to look at the actor recruitment information.

Most of them are recruiting extras.

There was no way Martin would be an extra again.

The newspaper ad was useless, but an ad for a nearby fitness center attracted him. Martin went to find out more and found out that the other party was one of the largest fitness chains in Los Angeles.

In addition to normal fitness, there are also practice areas for swimming, archery and fighting.

There were many posters of hunky men and pretty girls on the walls of the fitness center. Martin remembered his promise to Bruce, got a membership card, drove to the newsstand, and bought a bunch of posters of Jennifer Lopez, Scarlett Johansson, and Madonna.

Too bad Kardashian is nowhere to be found.

Martin looked online and in video stores, and found that Paris Hilton's were secretly being sold, but Kardashian's were not.

He remembered someone saying that the latter deliberately learned from the former, and then evolved from the former's bag-carrying girl to a black killer.

No, they evolved into celebrities, and their entire family’s fame spread throughout the world.

Back at the apartment, Martin packed up the autographed photos from last night, sent them to Bruce by air express, and drove to the Directors Guild to check work information.

Just like in the newspapers, important roles are not openly recruited here.

Martin received the recruitment information form, found a quiet place to read it carefully, and looked through the list of films that left a deep impression on him.

It was really a familiar film to see. The crew of "National Treasure" has been recruiting extras for the past few months.

The crew of "Dawn of the Dead" is reshooting and recruiting zombie actors.

Martin looked through it but found nothing. It was difficult for high-end resources to flow to this level.

It's also difficult to find a bargain.

Martin had never heard of most of the movies in the recruitment catalog.

After a little thought, he understood what was going on.

Just like Gray Company’s late-night drama, only a small portion of the film and television works shot here can enter the big platform, and only a small portion of the small portion can become famous across the Pacific Ocean.

On the way back, Martin received a call from Louise in Morocco.

"Hardcore, do you miss me?" She was still so flirtatious: "I'm going back to Los Angeles for vacation. Are your penicillin and expansion screws ready?"

Martin knows how to hook Louise: "I tried a new cocktail called the Italian Cannon."

Louise raised her voice: "You stay in Los Angeles, don't go anywhere, wait for me to come back! I will go back five days before Christmas and come to Morocco after the New Year."

Martin asked, "Do you need me to pick you up at the airport?"

"No need." Louise calmed down and raised her tone: "International masters like me must remain mysterious."

She still has work to do: "Wait for my call, I have a surprise for you."

It was another weekend, and Martin went to accent lessons.

As soon as I sat down in the classroom, Mene, a black actor who was about to have his skin whitened, came over and asked, "Is your work going well recently?"

Martin said vaguely: "They are all child actors, you understand the situation."

Mene stretched out his hand in front of Martin's eyes: "It's too hard for a young actor to make money. Living expenses are a problem."

Under the light, the gold Rolex watch on his wrist was dazzling. Martin narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You've been doing well recently."

Mene took his hand back and said, "Have you ever considered taking a part-time job? You're not as good-looking as me, but you'll earn a lot if you do it."

He took out a card and stuffed it into Martin’s hand: “Brother, don’t say that Boss Mene doesn’t take care of you!”

Martin glanced at it and saw the name of some high-end club written on the card.

"Women can use their bodies to make money, and so can we." Mene lowered his voice and said, "Let me tell you, many of the clients of this club are female stars, screenwriters, directors and producers in the industry. They are just a little older. Is age a problem?"

It was another big business worth hundreds of millions, and Martin returned it to Mene: "Thanks, I don't need it."

Mene frowned, then retracted his brows: "So you have a way."

(End of this chapter)