America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 90 A Project with a Million Investment
Sherman Oaks, a satellite city of Los Angeles.

Martin drove into the courtyard of a detached villa on the southern hillside.

The car crossed the lawn and stopped at the side of the villa with a red roof and white walls. Martin took the gift from the passenger seat and got out.

Louise, wearing a halter dress and a silk shawl, came up to me quickly. Before she even got close, she asked, "Where's my Italian cannon recipe?"

Martin handed over the gift box: "Drunkard, can you be a little patient?"

Louise didn't bother to be polite with Martin. She took it and opened it directly. There was a bottle of wine inside.

She understood immediately: "White wine?"

Martin said: "Try them, each has its own flavor."

The two entered the villa together, and a 40-year-old white woman was standing at the door of the villa.

Louise said, "This is Mary, my housekeeper." She briefly introduced Martin: "This is Martin. Give him a key to the house. He can come anytime."

Mary responded.

After passing through the front hall and entering the villa's living room, Martin saw a long bar. The glass wine cabinet behind the bar was filled with wine.

In the most conspicuous place of the bar, there is a crystal glass display cabinet with several copper certificates inside.

Certificate of Creation of three new cocktails: Penicillin, Expansion Screw and Romantic Halo, issued by the International Bartenders Association.

Louise warned Martin: "Don't laugh. What you traded to me is mine."

Martin pulled up a high chair and sat down: "I didn't laugh, and I didn't say it wasn't yours."

Mary then brought the key, left the villa on her own accord, and went to the adjacent annex building.

Louise untied her shawl, threw it on the sofa, and sat opposite Martin: "I haven't settled the score with you yet. You were with Kelly, why did you call my cell phone? Do you know how upset I am?"

Martin got to the heart of the matter: "Why don't you hang up?"

Louise had no way to explain. As a drunkard and a pervert, she got angry and took out her cell phone to call Kelly. After the call was connected, she turned on the speaker and said, "If you dare to hang up, I will no longer have you as my friend!"

Martin picked up the cocktail shaker and mixed the penicillin and expansion screws separately.

When the drunk woman came to get the wine, she pressed it directly on the bar.

Martin said to the phone: "Kelly, long time no see, I suddenly remembered a sentence, life is so fucked up, the posture must be good-looking!"

Kelly's voice came from the phone: "Martin Davis, Louise Mayer, you two bastards!"

After a long time, Louise's phone ran out of battery and turned off automatically.

The two of them calmed down and were finally able to talk properly.

Martin took out a pen and paper, wrote two notes in a row, and said, "The Italian cannon is an improvement on the French 75, and the taste is a bit picky."

"Hmm." Louise lay on the bar, too lazy to move.

Martin tore off a piece of notepaper and handed it to Louise: "The recipe for Italian Cannon, remember the mixing process."

Louise picked it up between her fingers and stuffed it into a nearby drawer. She jumped down, put on her suspender skirt, and leaned over Martin's arm, which was lying across the bar. "How is Los Angeles?"

Martin smiled: "Except for missing you, everything else is fine."

Louise knew he was teasing her, but she was happy to hear it, so she asked, "How's your Hollywood accent going?"

Martin put on a Hollywood accent and said, "I've been taking classes and practicing. I'm much better than before. Listen to me. Doesn't it sound like a big star?"

"It's easy to be a star." Louise sighed deliberately, "It's hard to be a bartender master."

Martin supported Louise's prone body with his left hand and tore off a second piece of notepaper with his right hand: "This is a rocket. The raw materials need some thought. I guess you need to go to a special supermarket to purchase them."

"Why do the names of your cocktails always remind people of something else?" Louise stood up, walked out of the bar, picked up her black-rimmed glasses and put them on, and the alcoholic and perverted aura disappeared.
She opened a cabinet, took out a prepared document bag, and handed it to Martin: "Take a look at this."

Martin found the words Warner Bros. marked on the file bag, and when he opened it, he found a script and a plan inside.

"Look at me, I'm drunk and forgetful." Louise took the plan and put it back in the cabinet, saying, "I'm back on vacation this time, and I'm also taking care of a new compilation project. It was initiated by Warner Bros., and my Pacific Pictures is ready to participate."

The script had no name, only a code name "House". Martin quickly flipped through it and found it was a typical American horror story about a young man traveling.

The story mainly takes place in a wax museum in an abandoned town.

Louise said simply, "It's a remake of Warner Bros.'s The Devil in the House of Wax. The Hilton swinger has found some investors and will bring money into the production."

At this point, she started to get frivolous again: "Have you seen her video tape? Tell me honestly, how good is her technique?"

Martin really saw it: "It seems that her eyes and breasts are not the same size."

Louise was curious: "Let me take a look some time, and we can watch it together."

Martin, still looking through the script, asked, "There are two heavy male characters."

"Apply for whichever one you like." Louise briefly described the project: "The film's public cost is $4000 million, and the actual investment... You've worked on 'Zombie Gigolo', which doesn't cost much to make. You have experience as the leading actor with a North American box office of nearly $700 million, so you're very competitive."

Martin closed the script: "The key is having you."

Louise reminded him, "Pacific Pictures is only the fourth investor besides Warner Bros., Fox and The Libertines. I am participating in an epic production in Morocco. I don't have the energy to take care of the crew when I return to North America. If you want to get the role, you have to work hard."

She would not give Martin unrealistic fantasies: "I can't guarantee that you will get the role, but you must be the strongest contender."

Martin picked up the script and asked, "Let me discuss it with my agent?" "Okay," Louise agreed.

Martin recalled what Louise had just said: "You invested in an epic movie? In cooperation with Warner Bros?"

Louise said, "That film is almost finished, so don't think about it."

"That's not what I meant," Martin explained. "I heard someone say that Warner Bros. and Brad Pitt are working on a new movie called Trojan Horse."

Louise shook her head: "You're talking about Troy. I invested in another one, about Alexander the Great."

Martin, who was not hopelessly rotten, asked, "Has all the money been invested?"

"Of course." Louise went to get the wine glasses and poured a glass of wine for herself and Martin. "So, I will keep an eye on the crew."

Martin didn't know what to say. In fact, nothing he could say was appropriate because he had no qualifications at all.

Louise toasted with Martin and said, "Come on, let's take a shower first, and then watch the Hilton's slut together."

Martin picked her up directly and said, "Do you have a video tape?"

Louise hung on Martin: "I got it a long time ago, but I never looked at it."

Not long after, a special movie was shown in Louise's private screening room.

Louise took out Martin's cell phone and called Kelly.

Kelly yelled as the call was connected: "You bastards, if you want to turn on the speaker, do it quickly!"

Martin turned on the speaker on his cell phone.

Louise was going to Brentwood for dinner with her family in the evening. When it got dark, she got into a Bentley and left the villa.

Martin took the script and headed straight to Century City.

To compete for this key role, brokers are indispensable.

Although it was dark, Martin always thought that Thomas was a very professional agent.

I definitely don't mind talking about work at this time.

He called Thomas specifically during the trip.

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In a high-end restaurant in Century City, Thomas very gentlemanly pulled out a chair for his girlfriend and waited for her to sit down before going to the opposite side.

He asked someone to reserve a table for him and apologized: "Amanda..."

Amanda turned her head to look at the night view outside the window and said softly, "I'll give you a chance and see how you perform."

Thomas loosened his tie and laughed.

The waiter brought the menu and Thomas asked Amanda to order. Just as they finished ordering, Thomas' cell phone suddenly rang.

Amanda's face dropped.

Thomas hardened his heart and hung up the phone.

But within ten seconds, the phone rang again, and the name on the caller ID was Martin Davis.

"It might be an emergency," Thomas explained quickly. "I just want to ask one question, just one."

Amanda was not an unreasonable person and nodded slightly.

Thomas answered the phone and pinched the fuse burning in his chest: "If you have something to say, just say it."

Martin was a very particular person. He didn't say any nonsense and said directly, "It's a very important job to discuss. I want to be the leading actor in a $4000 million project. Warner Bros. and Fox are co-producing the film. Pacific Pictures is participating in the production. This is an opportunity that Louise Mayer fought for me."

He emphasized: "I just got the script from Louise, Thomas, we have already taken the lead!"

Thomas immediately realized the importance of this opportunity to Martin and him, and without hesitation said: "Where are you, let's meet now..."

Having said this, he suddenly came to his senses.

Things shouldn't be like this. I clearly took time out tonight to apologize to Amanda before going to the hotel.

Thomas covered the phone's receiver: "Amanda, let me explain..."

Across the street, Amanda put on her coat and, despite being in a fancy restaurant, gave Thomas a middle finger: "We're done."

Thomas looked at the phone in his hand, then at Amanda who was leaving quickly, hesitating.

Martin's voice rang out again on the phone: "A $4000 million production, a leading actor, we can't miss it!"

Thomas cursed Martin a thousand times in his heart. If he could kill people with his mind, Martin would definitely explode on the spot.

Love and career, bootlicker and success, which choice should you make?

Thomas was still hesitating when Martin's voice came out again: "Where are you? I'll come find you."

The outstanding newcomer trained by the old entertainment agency made the man's choice. Thomas pounded the armrest of the sofa and said, "I'm in Century City, come over quickly."

This fucking life, these fucking clients.

(End of this chapter)