America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 91 Me and My Agent (Leader plus 4)

Arriving at the restaurant, under the guidance of the waiter, Martin found the partition where Thomas was, pulled out a chair and sat down. Seeing the table full of sumptuous meals, he smiled embarrassedly: "You are too polite. You just want to talk about something and treat me to a big meal."

Thomas held the fork in his left hand and tightly grasped the dinner knife in his right hand, wanting to poke a hundred holes in the handsome face of the bastard opposite him to see if the brain inside emitted a foul stench.

Martin wiped his hands, tied his napkin, and picked up his knife and fork: "Thank you for the dinner, we will talk while we eat."

Thomas stared at Martin, dropped his knife and fork on the steak, and cut it with all his strength: "What you said had better be true."

He has lost his love and can only make up for it with his career.

Martin did his homework with Louise: "Warner Bros. is remaking "The House of Wax", Fox has confirmed its participation, the project has been greenlit, and several companies including Pacific Pictures are involved. Silver Pictures, a subsidiary of Warner Bros., is responsible for the production, and Joe Silver and Susan Levine are producers."

Thomas knows the important people in the industry: "Joe Silver is the founder of Silver Pictures. He has been in poor health in recent years and rarely directly participates in the work of the crew. The real person in charge of the crew should be Vice President Susan Levine."

Martin had seen Susan Levine's photo in the afternoon. She looked familiar, but he couldn't remember what she was like. He must have seen her in the entertainment news in his past life. "I want to know Susan Levine's personality and preferences, and which actors she has personally finalized for male roles in the past. What do they have in common?"

Thomas stopped cutting the steak fiercely because the bastard opposite him actually interrupted his line.

This was clearly the agent's reminder to the actor.

Martin took a bite of the cake and found it too sweet. He reminded him, "I don't like sweets. Don't order them next time. Thank you for your invitation, but please consider my taste when ordering. I like meat."

Thomas cut the steak harder, and the tray creaked under the weight.

He felt like countless wheels were rolling on his face, but he couldn't scream. He said in a muffled voice, "I remember."

Martin was very satisfied and continued the previous topic: "The director confirmed by Warner Bros. is named Jormi Serra, a Spaniard who has never directed a formal movie before. I need to know more about him."

Thomas automatically remembered it.

Martin added: "The project has not yet confirmed the casting director. If it is confirmed, I want to know his name as soon as possible, as well as the performance style he appreciates and the people and things he hates."

Thomas decided not to care about the other party stealing his lines and said, "The decision on the male lead is in the hands of the producer. There are many factors that influence the producer's choice. The most typical one is the recommendation of the partner. Louise Mayer has already put you ahead."

Martin said: "The casting director can choose to say good or bad things, and a bad word may affect the producer's impression."

Thomas agreed: "He can't decide, but he can ruin things."

Martin took a plate of barbecue and said before starting to eat, "After Christmas, the crew will be officially established, so hurry up."

"Don't worry, these are what I'm good at." Thomas and Martin have the same interests in this regard.

Martin picked up his glass and clinked it with Thomas: "You're still talking to me about work so late at night, and you're offering to treat me. I admire your professionalism."

He inadvertently gave people advice: "Thomas, I am lucky to meet a professional agent like you.

Thomas' blocked heart finally cleared up a bit, and he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp: "This is such a good opportunity, we must seize it."

He said fiercely: "Martin, if you get into trouble, I will take you to a super party for middle-aged and elderly women in the circle and let you know what horror is."

Martin discussed with Thomas while eating that Louise brought 60 to 70 percent of the possibility, and they wanted to fill it up to 100 percent as much as possible.

After dinner, Thomas called the waiter over and prepared to pay the bill.

Martin took out his credit card first: "I asked you to work overtime, so I can't let you treat me. I'll pay."

Thomas felt inexplicably happy and did not insist.

After the two left the restaurant, Martin drove back to Sherman Oaks to stay in the villa and accompany the beautiful rich woman.

Life is so fucking beautiful.

Thomas started the car, hesitated for a moment, turned around, and drove towards the company, deciding to work overtime to collect information.

In the evening, while Martin was instructing Louise to taste Italian cannon, Thomas drank a large cup of bitter coffee to refresh himself in the company.

Early in the morning, Louise, feeling refreshed and relaxed, went to the kitchen and made breakfast for Martin.

In William Morris' office lobby, Thomas, exhausted from working late at night, lay sideways in a swivel chair, his back aching and his legs cramping.

Life is fucked up.

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Burbank, Silver Films.

Vice President Susan Levine arrived at the office on time to start her day's work.

She is just 30 years old, but she has served as co-producer and producer in several crews.

The assistant knocked on the door and said, "Ms. Meier is at the front desk."

Susan stood up and went to the reception room: "Please come in."

For the compilation film project, she has to handle all aspects of the relationships and interests.

In the reception room, two women of similar age met.

Susan was slightly surprised: "Louise, the wind in the North African desert didn't dry out your skin. Instead, you are in better condition than before. How did you do it?"

Louise wouldn't tell her: "It's a secret." She changed the subject: "I came to see you today mainly to discuss the new project."

Susan said, "Haven't you negotiated with Warner Bros. about the investment?"

Louise adjusted her black-rimmed glasses and said, "I'm here for the male lead."

"I can't guarantee that I will give it to you." At their level, Susan would not make random promises: "Not to mention the small investors, there are nine companies that are qualified to be co-producers in the crew, and four of them have recommended the male lead, not including the eldest daughter of the Hilton family."

Louise had just watched a videotape with Martin: "She also recommended male actors?" Susan reminded: "She brought money into the group, and the actual investment was higher than your Pacific Pictures."

Louise nodded: "I won't make it difficult for you. It's a fair chance to compete."

As the actual person in charge of the project, Susan couldn't possibly screw up the film completely, so she said, "I can guarantee that."

Louise was about to leave: "You are busy, I won't bother you, let's go out for a drink tonight."

"I'm busy these days. Let's talk about it after Christmas." Susan couldn't help but ask, "I'm curious, who is worth your personal visit?"

She said meaningfully: "Is it special?"

Louise smiled: "It's very special, you won't understand."

After going downstairs and getting into the Bentley, Louise said to Nikki, the driver and assistant, "Go to the Bartenders Guild."

Bartender Louise has just created a brand new cocktail and is looking to continue to gain fame through the Bartenders Guild.

On the way, Louise contacted the editor-in-chief of Esquire magazine and prepared to appear in the magazine again.

Bartenders, like artists, need money to be hired.

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Atlanta, home of the beast.

It was not yet time for work. Ivan entered the lobby carrying a pile of mail. When he passed the bar, he took out one of the packages and threw it to Bruce: "Bruce, this is an express from Los Angeles."

Bruce caught it, took out the dagger and opened it: "Finally!"

When I opened the package, I found a bunch of beautifully printed posters, each of which highlighted a location.

There is also a signed photo.

A side view of Scarlett Johansson, showing her hot body and curvy figure.

Bruce picked it up, looked around, and when he saw no one was paying attention, he kissed the photo repeatedly.

That hot kiss, all in one place.

In the Polaroid photo, the colors in some places gradually faded.

Bruce had had enough, so he took out his cell phone and called Martin: "I received the stuff, I'm very satisfied, our debt is written off."

"Old Bull, slow down." Martin said deliberately, "Be careful of lead poisoning. You won't be able to go out the back door then."

Bruce put away the photo: "The shit you spew is always hot and smelly."

Martin responded: "Have you smelled it?"

After a few words of habitual exchange, Bruce hung up the phone, but his cellphone rang again.

He glanced at the caller ID and answered: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"I'm outside the club where you work, come out and talk."

"Wait for me five minutes." Bruce packed his bag and walked out of the club gate. He saw Lynch's private car and got on the passenger seat. "Lynch, what do you want to see me for? Do you want to fight the British?"

Lynch from the DEA glanced at his old friend and said, "I got the information that the black gangs in South City that we busted last time have connections with Mexico. They suffered heavy losses and dare not retaliate against the DEA, but they will find out about you sooner or later."

Bruce said coldly, "I'll twist their heads off and shove them up their asses."

Lin Qi said, "No matter how powerful you are, how many can you deal with by yourself?"

"What do you want me to do?" Bruce asked.

"Join the DEA, they won't dare to do anything wrong in the United States," Lynch suggested.

Bruce nodded: "I want to sit in the office."

Lynch told him something completely different: "Become a DEA informant, and the DEA will protect your safety."

Bruce rejected it directly: "I'd rather face their guns."

"I knew it would be like this." Lynch said without any surprise, "The DEA can't protect your safety. You can't guard against attacks all the time. I suggest you leave Atlanta temporarily and go to a place where they can't reach you."

Bruce thought about it carefully. He had been a soldier and knew how powerless a person was when facing multiple guns.

Lin Qi advised: "Leave early before they come. There is no need to fight to the death with those bastards."

"Thank you." Bruce got out of the car and said as he closed the door, "I'll remember this favor."

Lynch waved his hand, waited for the passenger door to close, started the car and left.

Bruce entered the club with his hands in his pockets.

The torn package jacket was still on the bar.

Bruce glanced at the Los Angeles address and wrote it down.

Shit and shit will last forever.

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