America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 93 People are afraid of comparison (Alliance Leader plus 5)

Entering the small apartment of no more than 80 square meters, Louise's eyes were full of curiosity. The cramped and narrow space was crowded with various furniture and appliances.

"I've cleaned it up, but it's still a little messy." Martin said without any embarrassment: "Just make do with it."

Louise asked, "Can I visit as I please?"

Martin said: "You can enter any room and look at any things. Everything here is open to you."

There are only two bedrooms, and after putting the big bed and wardrobe in the master bedroom, there is almost no space left.

Another bedroom was converted into a study.

Louise sat on the big bed in the master bedroom. Suddenly, there was a rolling sound upstairs. It was a new and strange feeling she had never experienced before, as if a cat's paw had taken off the black-rimmed glasses on her face.

The debauchery of drunkards and perverts returned: "Martin, if I sing loudly here, will the whole building hear me?"

Martin took the initiative to step forward and invited: "Let's try it."

In fact, the sound insulation of the apartment building is not too bad.

The singing soon spread throughout the building.

Maybe it was because she had never been to a new environment before, her voice was particularly loud.

As it turned out, no one came to cause trouble because of the noise.

This time, the couple felt guilty and did not call Kelly.

After finishing, Louise lay down and didn't want to move. She said, "I'm hungry. Get me something to eat."

"I haven't used the kitchen, and I don't store any food there." As the bachelor was unwilling to cook, Martin suggested, "Let's eat out."

Louise zigzagged like cooked noodles: "I'm too lazy to move."

Martin patted her butt and said, "Wait, I'll go out and buy it."

After getting dressed, Martin called the restaurant he often visited to order food and went to pick it up in person.

It takes too long to wait for them to deliver it.

Less than 20 minutes later, Martin returned with a packed dinner.

Diagonally across the door, Emily looked through the window and saw Martin coming from the parking lot and shouted, "Hurry up, he's back!"

Jessica put away the newly bought "Zombie Dancing" disc and went to the mirror to look at herself. She was so fair-skinned, beautiful and had long legs that she was attracted to herself.

Emily asked, "Is your plan feasible?"

"Do you know why you failed?" She didn't need Emily to answer: "Because you are too direct and don't know how to be subtle. Subtlety is the real beauty."

Emily leaned against the door frame: "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. We have no other chance except to have sex with him."

Jessica threw the ice cubes into the trash can, wiped the water stains on her hands, and opened the door to go out.

The timing was perfect, Martin just came over.

Jessica raised her hands and stretched. Her thin sweater was tight on her body, with two obvious points standing out. "Hi, Martin, I haven't seen you recently. What are you busy with?"

Martin pointed to the rooftop and said, "I didn't see you guys at the party last night?"

Jessica responded quickly: "I went to buy shells. By the way, my shells can't be opened. Can you help me?"

Martin, a serious man, thought she was talking about shells: "What shells? Can't be opened with a screwdriver?"

Jessica quietly pulled up her yoga pants, and the originally stretched tight pants became even tighter. "The shells I bought are round and tender. They open, close, and open again with the breath... If the shells could speak, what would they say?"

She moved her lips: "That's what I said, do you want to see it?"

Martin was just as determined now as he had worked hard before, and he said in a firm tone: "I don't want to."

Laughter suddenly rang out, and Martin's apartment door opened. Louise, wearing a Martin shirt, came out of the room, leaned against the door frame and looked at Jessica, and said in a slutty way: "Come here, join us."

The woman opposite was clearly smiling, but Jessica felt uneasy, feeling that if she went over there, something terrible would happen.

"No need." She walked back quickly: "I'll figure it out myself."

I went back in too much of a hurry and tripped over the threshold, almost falling.

Louise pulled Martin back to the room and laughed happily: "It's interesting to live in a small apartment like this, Martin, the female neighbor is seducing you, don't you?"

This slut is going crazy and not serious: "If you don't do it, I will."

Martin unpacked his packed dinner and said, "It was fun at first, but what about the end? What do they want from me? I guess that Jessica is probably not 18 years old."

Louise laughed: "I didn't expect that a pervert like you could use your brain to think at a critical moment."

"Actually, these are secondary. People are afraid of comparison." Martin said in a particularly pleasant way: "How can she compare to you?"

Louise was very happy, but she was not stupid: "Yes, I can also bring you roles." Martin pinched her chin and forced it up: "Beauty, you have to understand that if you don't accompany me and don't have a new cocktail recipe, you will never become a master."

Louise fell into the role: "Come on, take advantage of me!"

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The day after Christmas, Martin brought Atlanta-style gifts and headed to the east side of Sherman Oaks to visit former Marietta troupe member Robert Patrick.

After the movie "Terminator 2" that year, Schwarzenegger became a huge star and a top superstar.

Patrick, who starred in T1000, also benefited a lot.

In the reception room, the bearded Patrick looked at Martin and said, "Jerome called me a while ago and told me about your situation."

Martin put on his original accent: "The captain has always taken good care of me. He gave me your contact information before we set off."

Patrick smiled when he heard the familiar accent and said, "I watched the DVD of the movie 'Zombie Gigolo' you starred in. It was quite interesting. I heard that the North American box office was close to 700 million US dollars?"

Martin remained appropriately modest: "Mainly Lionsgate did a great job in publicity and promotion."

Patrick nodded slowly: "You've made a good start in Hollywood. Have you found an agent? Have you joined the union?"

"I joined WMA..." Martin said what he could.

Patrick understood: "Are you trying to get the leading actor in a horror movie from Warner Bros.? I have some connections in Warner Bros., but I can't influence the leading actor in a multi-million dollar project."

In Hollywood, where every celebrity has their own company, Patrick also owns a film and television company, but he cannot possibly invest in it just because of Martin. Even if he helps out of Jerome's favor, there are limits to how much he can do.

Martin asked tentatively, "I heard from the group leader that you have maintained close contact with many actors from Georgia?"

Patrick looked at Martin, not understanding what he meant.

Martin said, "I wonder if you know Desmond Harrington. He's from Savannah." To avoid Patrick's misunderstanding, he said directly, "Harrington has worked with Susan Levine, the producer of the show I want to audition for. I want to ask about Susan."

This is a routine operation in Hollywood. Patrick smiled and said, "I know Little Dais very well. I think he is in Malibu. I will give him a call."

He got up and went to make a phone call. He came back a few minutes later and said to Martin, "Wait a moment. He will be here soon."

Martin knew he had found the right person and waited patiently.

After chatting with Patrick for about half an hour, a handsome white man came into the living room.

Patrick introduced Martin and Harrington and said, "You guys chat slowly, I'll go to the wine cellar to find some wine, and we'll have a drink later."

Martin exchanged a few pleasantries with Harrington and then got down to business: "Dace, I'm sorry to come to your house and ask you something."

Harrington said, "Robert told me, you can tell me."

Martin understood that Harrington was not wasting time mainly for Patrick's sake. "I heard from a friend that it was Susan Levine who chose you to play in Ghost Ship?"

"Yes, the one who made the decision was Susan Levine." Harrington said simply, "She and I have similar experiences, and we can resonate with each other in some aspects. It's basically about being rebellious and foolish when we were young, and then getting back on the right track. The few times I met her, we talked about basically these things."

He laughed: "In that crew, I once had the illusion that Susan Levin fell in love with me. But after the crew disbanded, we quickly lost contact. She was obviously more interested in my experience than me as a person."

Martin was almost certain and said, "Thank you for your answer."

Harrington didn't care: "You're welcome, I hope it helps."

Martin exchanged contact information with him.

Patrick quickly came back with a bottle of wine, and Martin helped to open it. The three of them chatted and drank in the living room, and the atmosphere became more harmonious.

As it was getting dark, Martin invited the two of them out for dinner, and after dinner they went to a bar for a drink.

Jerome is just a bridge, and he asked Patrick for help once. The bridge can break easily, so Martin not only needs to stabilize the bridge, but also widen and level it to facilitate traffic.

When they came out, Martin was arm in arm with the drunk Patrick.

Hollywood is full of drunkards, and Patrick is no exception. Before Harrington helped him into the car, he said, "Martin, let's compete again some other time. I can drink enough to knock out Cameron, Schwarzenegger, and Hamilton, but you can't."

Martin was drunk, like a super drunkard. He was about to jump up and down when he heard that it was not going to work. He said, "No need to wait until another day. Let's go back and continue. Robert, I tell you, I know a Robert who is known as the biggest drinker in Marietta. He was knocked out in just one hour."

Harrington pushed and shoved Patrick into the car, then asked Martin, "Do you need me to call a designated driver for you?"

“No need.” Martin waved towards the car, “Next time, don’t stop until someone falls down next time.”

Harrington drove off and turned off Sunset Boulevard.

Martin was not drunk at all. He shook his head, got into his car, opened the bottle of mineral water and took a sip, then took out his cell phone to call his agent.

"Why do you always call at night?" As soon as the call was connected, Thomas's dissatisfied roar was heard from the other end.

Martin pretended not to hear: "Susan Levine can confirm it."

Thomas immediately forgot what he had just said and said, "Very good, we have grasped the key." He informed Martin of the news: "Tomorrow, the crew will be officially established."

(End of this chapter)