America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 96 Old Bu is coming
The door of the audition room opened and closed, and Adrian stood in front of the camera. His medium-length dark brown hair was specially groomed, and it was messy but had a bit of hipster look.

Mary-Gail disliked this hairstyle as much as she hated the Beatles when she was young.

But she remained calm and said, "Let's get started."

Adrian and his assistant began to act together.

Susan Levine remembered the actor, and Downey mentioned him to her specifically.

The acting is okay, above average, but good and bad are determined by comparison. It is clearly a level lower than Martin Davis, who had the best performance before.

The audition was over quickly.

After the actor left, Susan asked again, as usual: "How is he?"

Mary didn’t like it in her heart, but she didn’t say it directly: “It’s just so-so, just like a normal person.”

This statement deepened Susan's similar opinion. She nodded slightly and said, "Notify him tomorrow and let him play Dalton."

Robert Downey Jr. had just proposed successfully, so Susan was more considerate of him, and the marginal supporting role had little impact on the project.

Mary made a note.

The auditions continued, and when everyone finished their auditions, Jason Sean did not show up.

Susan was the producer who was nominally the third in line but actually in charge of the crew. She directly told Mary: "Disqualify him from the audition."

Auditions for the role of Nick Jones ended here and Susan would not audition for anyone else individually.

The audition room door is closed and the casting team holds meetings here.

After all the audition videos were played, Susan's working attitude became a little gentler, and she asked, "Martin Davis, no objections?"

The people in the casting team are not stupid, and they won’t say anything even if they have objections.

Susan checked the time and said to Mary, "I'll officially notify you tomorrow."

The meeting was brief, and after it was over Mary walked with Susan and asked, "Audition this afternoon?"

Susan waved her hand: "I won't participate, you decide on the other roles."

Mary has been in the industry for decades, so ability is not a problem. Even if she has her own ideas, the people she chooses will meet the basic requirements.

The two separated, and Mary returned to the office, found the contact information, and made a call: "Same place tonight, have you found the person I asked you to find? Very good."

Thinking of the black boy with dyed blonde hair, Mary was in a good mood. In the past few years, no one had been as dedicated as he was to helping her.

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In the parking lot of Warner Studios, Martin watched the police lights flash and the ambulance arrive.

The familiar fat man was carried into the ambulance by emergency personnel.

Thomas knew: "It seems to be a customer of the company."

Martin had seen it more than once on the set of Entourage: "Is Adrian's henchman called Bonnie or Tony?"

He felt that something was wrong: "Go find out what's going on."

Thomas said, "I'm your agent."

Martin's words about the transfer came out casually: "It may be related to the audition."

"This won't happen again!" Thomas emphasized, went to ask someone about the situation, and then made a few more phone calls.

He came back quickly and said to Martin, "It's really about the audition. Tony and Paris Hilton's boyfriend Jason Sean had a car collision, and the two got into a fight because of a quarrel... No, to be precise, Sean hit Tony, and then was taken away by the police. Tony seemed to be seriously injured."

Martin was a man who immediately determined that it was not an accident and shook his head: "What a crazy guy!"

Thomas didn't hear clearly: "What?"

“It’s really competitive,” Martin said.

"You'll get used to it." Thomas understood what he meant: "The male actor circle is a little worse, but the female actors are really brilliant."

When Martin mentioned Jason Sean, his original intention was to draw Adrian and the others' attention to Jason Sean, but he did not expect that Adrian attached so much importance to Jason Sean.

Thinking of Adrian smiling in front of him, Martin felt a chill down his spine: "I feel a sense of crisis."

The guy was a scumbag. He asked Thomas, "Is Adrian highly regarded in the company?"

Thomas said: "It's normal. He is one of the newcomers."

Martin considered whether to call the person, took out his cell phone, and found that it had not been turned on since he turned it off. He quickly turned it on and soon received three text messages of missed calls.

Just as I was about to call back, the phone rang.

Martin answered the phone, and Bruce's voice was still as unpleasant as before: "You stinking piece of shit, you make people feel uneasy when I'm not looking for you, and I can't get through to you when I'm looking for you."

"Because I can smell you from Los Angeles!" Martin shot back sharply: "The smell of your brother's shit has drifted from Atlanta to Los Angeles!"

Bruce said, "I'm in Los Angeles!"

Martin was surprised: "What? Old Bull, you are in Los Angeles?"

Bruce said, "Valley Boulevard in North Hollywood, in the parking lot in front of the Bank of America. You don't have half an hour. I'm going to rob the Bank of America and then tell those sons of bitches that you're the mastermind behind this."

Martin hung up the phone and called Thomas: "Drive, go to Bank of America in North Hollywood, hurry up!" "I'm not your driver!" Thomas muttered to himself, got in the driving seat, and pulled Martin straight to North Hollywood.

When he arrived at the parking lot in front of the Bank of America, Martin saw Bruce at a glance.

Bruce got out of a Ford pickup truck and said, "It seems like you're doing pretty well."

"Unlike you, who needs to sell your ass." Before Bruce could become civilized, Martin changed the subject: "You drove here from Georgia?"

Bruce shrugged. "After 911/, aviation control is too strict. It's easy to leave traces." He pointed at Thomas with his chin. "Who is this? Your new little brother?"

Thomas thought to himself, where did this country bumpkin come from? He speaks so foul language and stinks.

"My agent, Thomas." Martin introduced briefly: "Thomas, this is Old Bull, my brother, a professional sweeper."

He added: "If you ever kill someone and it's hard to deal with it, just call Old Bull. As long as you pay enough money, he will help you deal with it properly."

Thomas nodded to Bruce and said to Martin, "I won't bother you anymore."

Martin reminded: "If there is any news from the crew, notify me immediately."

Thomas got in the car and drove away quickly.

Martin got on the passenger side of the Ford pickup truck and pointed to the apartment to the north: "Go there." At the same time, he reminded: "Put your gun away. This is California, where gun control is strict, not Georgia."

Bruce said, "I was stationed in California when I was in the military. I have both a gun permit and a concealed carry permit here. Who am I to give that son of a bitch a chance to empty the magazine."

The car drove into the parking lot, Martin helped carry the luggage and took Old Bu into the apartment building.

Bruce went up to the second floor and curled his lips: "I thought you lived in a big house in Malibu or Beverly Hills, so I came here just to seek refuge with you."

Martin opened the door and said, "You can stay here temporarily. You can choose one of the two bedrooms." Considering that Louise might come to sing when she returns to Los Angeles, she thought it was exciting. "When the apartment building is vacant, I will rent one for you."

Bruce dropped his suitcase and sat on the sofa: "Don't you want to be with me forever?"

Martin opened the refrigerator, took out a can of beer and threw it to him: "I can smell the stench on you from thousands of kilometers away. Old Bull, there is another key question. When you go through the back door, let me listen?"

Bruce opened his beer and took a big gulp: "Okay, I don't care."

Martin also took a can of beer and asked, "Why did you suddenly come to Los Angeles?"

Bruce simply said, "I'm on the blacklist of a cartel in eastern Mexico. I'm not afraid of a head-on fight, but what if I'm shot from behind? Vincent has been good to me, and I can't let him get in trouble."

"I'm sorry." Martin immediately understood what was going on: "I got you into trouble with my mess."

Bruce was not polite to Martin at all: "So, I can only come to you for help."

Martin said: "You will be my full-time manager from now on."

"It sounds high-end and classy." Bruce asked, "What do you mainly do?"

Martin thought for a moment and said, "Drive, carry the bag, play with me, and stay behind me."

Bruce was surprised: "Did you use the Vaseline I gave you?"

Martin went to look through Bruce's bag, intending to take out the gun: "Old Bruce, do you want to see God in advance?"

Bruce snorted, "God is a black man, he won't meet with racists."

"You came at the right time. I met a bad guy..." Martin recounted what had happened before in detail.

"Don't worry, I won't let him mess with you." Bruce sighed: "I left one quagmire and jumped into another one."

Martin checked the time and said, "It's noon. Let's go out for lunch. I'll take you around Los Angeles this afternoon."

"Go to the Sacred Valley?" Bruce was actually very curious: "I've always wanted to see with my own eyes how those movies were shot."

Martin asked, "Watching it live?"

Bruce shrugged.

The two went out and happened to meet Antonio.

The fat man rolled down the stairs slowly like a ball, and when he saw Bruce, he asked Martin, "Is he the producer?"

Bruce said first: "Yes, I am a producer in Hollywood."

Antonio patted Martin's arm and said, "Go to the hyenas sooner rather than later, don't wait until you can't stand it anymore."

Martin glared at Old Bu and looked at the landlord: "He likes fat people, so I brought him here specially."

Antonio was horrified and turned around to go upstairs: "Don't mess around, I have a gun!"

Martin said, "What man doesn't have a gun?" He was worried that the landlord's heart could not bear the physical pressure: "Just kidding, he is my friend, Anthony, if you have a vacant house, please help keep it for him."

Antonio turned around, his chest trembling, much bigger than that of Jessica: "No problem, if there is a vacant house, I will notify you first."

Martin and Bruce went downstairs, found a place to have lunch, and then went to the San Fernando Valley together.

Halfway through, Martin called Jenna Jameson. Her company had been officially established after the New Year and was currently shooting its first film. She welcomed the two to visit.

In the studio in the Holy Valley, Martin and Bruce put on their crew credentials and came to the filming location.

Jenna Jameson was the director herself, and when the actress was too tired to breathe because the performance was too long, the director personally came on stage to perform.

(End of this chapter)