American fame and fortune

Facing Martin, Zomi talked like he would face his screenwriter friend David Johansen.

"Probably suffering from pituitary disorders or something, she was in her twenties, and she looked like a child of about ten years old." Zomi recalled: "An immigrant couple adopted her, but unfortunately things happened soon. It happened, a fire suddenly broke out in the immigrant’s house, and except for the girl, everyone else died in the fire.”

Martin felt a sense of familiarity, listening carefully while recalling.

Zomi's words continued: "After multiple investigations, the police found that this girl had been involved in the death of an adoptive family before. The local area spent a lot of manpower and material resources to find out her real age. She is a psychopathic adult!"

Martin has watched countless movies and TV shows, and some of them will inevitably be forgotten after a long time. After thinking about it, he gradually came to the impression that it was a scary loli with twin ponytails.

It seems that the translated version is called "Orphan's Resentment", and the character's name has long been forgotten.

Soon, thinking of more related memories, Martin was basically sure that he had watched it after 2010.

He asked, "Zomi, are you going to make it into a movie?"

"I have this idea, a psychological horror film." Zomi smiled: "David and I discussed this topic last year. I was just a director of commercials and MVs, and David was just a director of Darabont. One of the assistants is a humble one who studied screenwriting but has never written a script independently, even if we come up with a script, the result will not be optimistic."

Martin has been in Los Angeles for several months, and nodded: "The status of screenwriters is too low."

Zomi took a sip of beer: "So, I accepted Joe Silver and Susan Levine's invitation to direct this film, and with this qualification, David and I will work on a new script Come out, the producer will pay more attention to it."

Martin agreed: "When "House of Wax Museum" is released, you are a well-known director. When the time comes to recommend the script, not to mention Susan, even the top management of Warner Bros. will read it carefully."

Zomi smiled: "I hope so, there are so many scripts in Hollywood, and they have been pressed for more than ten years."

Martin also laughed: "I heard Susan mention that there are still scripts bought out in the early 1990s in the warehouse of Warner Bros. Maybe the author sold the script and I forgot about it."

Zomi knows better: "It's hard to sell $10,000 for a non-WGU member's script."

Martin held out the bottle: "Zomi, if your project is successful and you have a suitable role, we will continue to cooperate."

Zomi touched the bottle with him again: "This is what I want to say, Martin, during the filming period, apart from those two days, you were in excellent condition. If the crew is full of actors like you, the director will do a lot."

Martin said: "The main thing is that you are professional enough to speak clearly and let me know what to do."

"The future of this project is still uncertain." Zomi, like Martin, is a newcomer in Hollywood, and he is not very confident: "I will not be able to recommend it to Susan or Warner Bros until the completion of "House of Wax Museum" at the earliest." .”

Martin asked, "Is the script finished?"

Zomi shook his head: "David and I just discussed the framework and direction of the story, and he is sorting out the materials and outline."

Martin said: "If possible, the script is finished, let me read it. To tell you the truth, Zomi, I know some investors."

Zomi has worked as an MV and commercial director, and has a good understanding of the ecology in the industry. He also guessed that there is someone behind or under Martin, and said: "No problem, I will contact you as soon as the script is finished."

The two clinked the bottle again and drank very happily.

After a while, Mene ran over and said, "What are you doing here? There are so many hot girls dancing over there. I didn't notice it during the day. Molly's figure is awesome!"

Martin pointed to the crowd: "Man, hurry up, you won't be able to meet girls if you're late."

But Mene said: "Boss, don't be kidding, if you want Uncle Mene to serve, they have to pay!"

In the next two days, the four of them tried some recreational activities besides hunting.

Martin put on the protection, the focus was on the crotch protector, and played a kangaroo boxing game. The big kangaroo doesn't talk about martial arts, and always likes to kick people's vitals with their lower limbs.

Compared with Mene, Martin is physically stronger and more flexible. With his martial arts experience in his previous life and long-term fitness and exercise after he came here, he finally beat the 1.7-meter-high kangaroo and fled in embarrassment.

If this thing wants to run, people can't catch up with their legs alone.

Three days later, with souvenirs such as crocodile teeth and bison horns processed by the hunting club, the four of Martin returned to Los Angeles on the same plane.

Zomi was picked up by his screenwriting friend David Johansen.

Mene, who also lives in North Hollywood, had the audacity to get into Martin's car.

Bruce was driving the car, still talking about Australia: "Next time someone offends me, I will make friends with him, and then ask him to travel and hunt in Australia together."

Menei's whole body was cold: "Old Bu, are you talking about me?"

Martin casually said, "Don't worry, Lao Bu and I are both civilized people."

Mene always felt that the civilized person in Martin's mouth had a special meaning.

Martin's cell phone rang, and it was Thomas, the agent: "I got off the plane and am going back."

Thomas said: "Come back and rest for two days, and I will contact you the day after tomorrow."

Martin said: "I brought you a gift, I'll give it to you later."

Inside the company's partition, Thomas's heart warmed. The jerk client went out to film a movie, and even thought about bringing a gift to the agent. It was so rare.

In the car, Mene asked: "Boss, do you have a new job? There is a suitable opportunity, don't forget your faithful Mene."

Martin said frankly: "I don't know where my next job is yet."

Mene sighed: "I don't want to sweeten the old woman anymore. I feel that if I continue to do this, my tongue and lips will all rot."

"It's better than bragging about old men." Martin's words were fatal.

Mene was depressed: "So, I'm still lucky, at least I didn't get blasted." He recognized the reality: "Until the actor's income can support the expenses, I will continue to be a senior recruit."

"Promising job," said Bruce.

He and Martin wouldn't look down on the job, and multiple friends of the two in Atlanta, such as Hart and Carrington, were literally in similar jobs.

Arriving at the parking lot, Mene left alone with his bag on his shoulders.

Martin and Bruce took their luggage back to the apartment building. When they came to the apartment building, they saw a lump of meat sitting under a sun umbrella drinking iced Coke.

Antonio waved at Martin: "I haven't seen you for a long time."

Martin said vaguely, "A business trip."

Antonio asked in a low voice: "Are you really an actor? You haven't come back after going out for so long..."

Bruce suddenly tightened his face: "You know too much."

"I don't know anything!" Antonio regretted not bringing down the gun of friendship, and quickly raised his hand: "Really, I don't know anything."

Martin opened the bag, took out a "Zombie Gigolo" disc, and threw it to Antonio: "You think too much."

Antonio looked down at the disc and found that the actor on the package looked exactly like Martin, and asked, "Are you the actor?" He saw that the character on the cover was only wearing a pair of shorts that couldn't be shorter, and the sensitive position was prominent: "I see, you went to the Sacred Valley!"

"This is a B-grade movie." Martin said briefly, and took out a crocodile tooth pendant: "Lao Bu and I went to Australia to shoot a movie, an Australian specialty, for you."

Antonio took it over: "Spike? I remember that there are only wild dogs in Australia."

Obviously, the landlord's level of knowledge is several grades higher than Menet's.

Martin exaggerated appropriately: "The teeth of a five-meter-long alligator are rare."

Antonio put it away, and remembered something: "On the second floor, the corridor on your side, the innermost room is empty."

Bruce answered: "Go up and have a look."

Antonio leaned on the chair, stood up with great effort, and moved his fat body upstairs.

Martin and Bruce put down their luggage, went to the innermost part of the corridor, and entered the door that Antonio had just opened.

The layout of the apartment is almost the same, with its own furniture and appliances, so Bruce can live there.

After signing the contract, Bruce paid the rent out of his own pocket: "The crew's assistant fee has arrived, and I pay for the house I live in myself."

Martin said: "You are my manager, and I will settle the manager's fee for you after all the remuneration arrives."

Antonio said: "Remember, no parties are allowed in the room." He reminded Martin: "The woman you brought last time barked too loudly. Next time she comes over, please control it."

Martin knew that he was talking about Louise, so he replied casually: "It's new and exciting for the first time, but it won't be the next time."

Antonio picked up the disc: "I'm going upstairs to watch a movie, I hope it's a good one."

Bruce looked at his big belly: "You might feel inferior."

Antonio wandered away, came to the third floor to play the disc, and turned it off decisively after watching the opening scene.

It hurt my self-esteem too much!

It doesn't matter if you don't know the actors in it, the male lead dangles in front of your eyes all day, how can you bear it?

Have you ever seen a low self-esteem once?

Martin helped Bruce pack the room, went out for dinner together, bought express bags when he came back, and sent the things he brought back from Australia back to Atlanta.

Most of the crocodile's teeth were divided between Martin and Zomi.

The four brothers and sisters of the Carter family, Martin packed two in one bag, and each of them mailed two. Lily liked to do handicrafts, and put all the bison horns in it.

These have a full set of legal procedures.

Robert and Jerome also had two each.

Kelly's side can't be pulled off.

Benjamin's thread can't be broken either.

Bruce was not suitable for contacting people in Atlanta, and Martin mailed a copy to the Gigolo Club owner in his own name.

He has been in touch with Sophia and Vincent, and when he competes for the leading role of a key project, he may be able to use the trick of bringing money into the team.

During the filming of "House of Wax Museum", Paris Hilton's acting skills were poor, and no one in the crew from the director to the producer said much.

Why?

Because Paris Hilton is the representative of the third largest investor.

After mailing out the express mail, resting all day, and beating the jet lag, Martin asked his agent Thomas to have dinner together.