American fame and fortune

This method of inviting award guests is hard not to remind people of the situation when Martin Scorsese won the award a few years ago.

Leonardo's confidence surged.

Next, there will be a group photo of the nominees, and Martin and the three are preparing to return to the banquet hall.

At the door not far away, Jessica Chastain came out and walked out a few steps. When she saw Martin, she wanted to say hello with a smile.

Behind, someone quickly caught up with Jessica Chastain.

Megan Ellison has long been eyeing the red-haired actress and said as she walked: "Jessica, wait!"

Jessica Chastain stopped, turned to look at her, and found an unfamiliar face that she had never seen before.

"I am Megan Ellison, the president of Annapurna Pictures. I have participated in the investment and production of "The Hurt Locker."" After briefly introducing herself, Megan showed her personality and initiative. To an extremely strong side.

She said harshly: "I have a movie, directed by Kathryn Bigelow, and I want you to play the leading role. I contacted your agent, but she said you don't have the schedule. I can't accept this answer, let alone reject!"

Jessica Chastain was stunned by these words. She didn’t know Meghan, but she had heard of Meghan and knew who she was.

But this aggressive invitation is too uncomfortable.

All these words fell on the ears of the three nearby Martins.

Nicholson whispered: "The challenge is here, can't you make it?"

Leonardo looked at Megan Ellison's legs, face and hair, and sighed: "It looks like this, I can't get hard."

"We have declared war openly, what else is there to say?" Martin walked over there: "Follow me and let's start!"

Nicholson patted Leonardo on the shoulder: "Why he can run 10,000 meters, but you can only run 100 meters, do you understand?"

Leonardo followed Martin and was surprised: "Is Megan Ellison married or engaged? Otherwise, with her appearance, it doesn't make sense!"

Nicholson nodded: "It's possible."

While Jessica Chastain was in a daze for a moment, she was also thinking about how to deal with it.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the other side: "Jesse, I said I couldn't find you, but you are here."

Jessica Chastain turned around, saw Martin, and said with a smile: "Martin, do you have anything to do with me?"

Martin seemed not to see Megan Ellison and said: "Suddenly something occurred to me. I have a role here that you are very suitable for."

"The Martian" has yet to determine other actors. The spacecraft commander will always find a more mature actress. He simply said: "Director Ridley Scott is preparing a space-themed project. If you are interested, you can Make time to go to Disney Studios.”

Megan Ellison stared at Martin with burning eyes.

Martin ignored it completely.

Jessica Chastain glanced at the domineering Meghan, then at the refreshing Martin, and asked, "Can you give me your business card? I've said hello to my agent so I can contact you. .”

Martin took out a business card, handed it to Jessica Chastain, and reminded: "It's yours."

Jessica Chastain put away Martin's and quickly took out her business card and handed it over.

Martin invited Megan Ellison without even looking at her: "Let's go."

Jessica Chastain followed him back to the lobby.

Nicholson and Leonardo also entered the hall.

Meghan put her hands into her trouser pockets and looked at these people walking away. She twisted her mouth. It was not difficult to imagine that this was Martin Davis's reply to her.

Delete, who was following her, took two steps forward and said, "President, do you want to put pressure on them?"

"Pressure?" Although Megan has a tough personality and some of her father's arrogance, her head is still clear: "This is Hollywood, and we are outsiders who have just come in. How can we put pressure on them?"

Derrett said: "David has been in Hollywood for several years and has participated in many investments."

Meghan shook her head: "But he's still a joke in Hollywood."

Meghan could say this, but Derrett couldn't accept it and shut up immediately.

"The trio of bastards in Hollywood are a bit interesting." Megan lowered her voice: "Keep an eye on Martin Davis, I want to prevent him from getting new projects."

She thought of more: "Also, find out what projects he has in hand and contact those playwrights or novel authors."

Derrett understood what the overbearing president meant: "I'll do it right now."

Back in the banquet hall, the three Martins were still sitting together.

Nicholson said: "The other person is tough and domineering, but not as arrogant as I imagined. I originally thought she would directly attack you."

Leonardo interjected: "How can she fight back? Martin is not afraid of him, no matter from above or below!"

Martin would not treat his brother badly, so he pushed Leonardo: "That's enough!"

Nicholson reminded the two idiots: "The war has just begun. This will be a long-term battle. Because she has strong funds and a strong family background, it is difficult to be defeated at once."

"Take your time," Martin said.

After the nominees luncheon, all the Oscar nominees gathered in another hall and took a group photo.

This concludes the luncheon for the nominees, and the next step is for the Academy to mail out the final ballots, from which the winners will be selected.

Martin, Nicholson and Leonardo made an appointment, in addition to the candidates who have been finalized, other candidates will be selected based on golf, which none of the three are very good at, so as to be responsible for Oscar and ensure fairness and justice.

…………

Tijuana, near Custom Street.

Seven or eight Latin women came out of the bungalow with a courtyard, with dollar bills stuffed in their shorts and skirts, blowing kisses at the lighted door window.

One of the leaders, a man with long legs, even said to the few people standing by the door and window: "Dear, please call us if you need anything."

DePaul pulled down the waist of his pants and came down from the door, still holding a post-event cigarette in his mouth: "Next time, I will change the batch!"

"No problem!" Long Legs opened the tight iron door, looked at the darkening sky, and walked towards Custom Street with the girls.

She secretly wondered how long it would take for these high-rollers to regain their impulsiveness and call them to contact them.

There is no way, at the end of the month, the practitioners of Custom Street need to work hard to achieve results. If the performance does not meet the standards, the gangs that control them will really kill people.

At the end of each month, the gangs will conduct performance evaluations of the practitioners under their control, and will select a few bottom ones and drag them out and behead them, which not only serves as a warning, but also updates personnel.

As for people? To the north is the beacon of the world, attracting people from all over Latin America.

A woman wanted to smoke, but when she pulled out an empty box, she said, "I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes."

Long Legs waved his hand and led the others away first.

The woman crossed the dilapidated road and was going to the convenience store diagonally opposite.

In the darkness, a van suddenly drove over and screeched to a stop next to the woman.

The woman reacted quickly and tried to run away, but was caught by someone who jumped out of the car. She still wanted to struggle, but a sharp dagger was placed on her neck. She immediately stopped moving and was forced to get into the car obediently.

In the car, there were all people wearing black clothes and black hoods.

The woman wanted to save her life and consciously unbuttoned her clothes: "I can handle two at a time. Please hurry up. I will die if I go back too late."

Marcelo, who was wearing a hood, asked: "How many people were in the yard you just came out of?"

The knife was placed on the vital part, and the woman did not dare to lie: "Six people."

Another person picked up some photos: "Is it them?"

The woman looked over one by one: "That's them."

"Keep your mouth shut, act like nothing happened." Marcelo winked.

Paqueta and Jesus trapped the person with a rope, put tape on his mouth, put on a blackhead bag, found a secret place, and threw the person down.

In the bungalow with a yard, six people finished their exercise, ate supper, drank beer, and chatted about women. Everyone was very excited.

Diego, the tattooed man, said: "Boss, this money is too easy to come by. I called yesterday and they said that the limelight has passed. Can we go back and do it again?"

Rodriguez was more cautious: "That's Martin Davis!"

DePaul took a swig of beer: "Even if he is a national hero of the United States, what can he do to us? After we are done, we can hide back in Mexico. His friendship with the LAPD is of no use!"

Earning such a large amount of money easily made people feel excited. Even the calm Romero said: "We didn't think carefully last time and did something wrong. We should have sold the clues and collected a few more deposits." , and then come to Tijuana.”

"You are really talented when riding a horse!" The other two people praised.

DePaul said: "Boss, let's go back and do something big. Just do what Romero said. You saw it last time. The script that Martin Davis liked is so valuable. Let's do something big." You can retire!”

Thinking of this harvest, Rodriguez is inevitably moved. For those who have experienced the feeling of making money quickly, it is too difficult to calm down and make money slowly.

Romero said: "Boss, with Lautaro's ability to open locks and Otamendi's skills in dealing with electrical appliances, we can definitely sneak into Martin Davis's house and not only search for script information, but also his collection and jewelry! "

Diego stuck out his tongue and licked his lips: "I particularly like Martin Davis's girlfriend, Elizabeth Olsen. We can find an opportunity where Martin Davis goes out and she is at home again, and then... …”

Several others laughed.

DePaul took over: "After we are done, we will return to Tijuana and go directly to South America or other places to be at ease."

Rodriguez did it once and didn't have so many scruples about the second time. Just when he was about to speak, he seemed to hear something: "Who?"

The remaining people reacted quickly and quickly went to get their guns.

There was a crash, the glass window shattered, and a black object was thrown in.

"Get down!" DePaul yelled.

There was a bang, a flash of light and a huge sound, making six people dizzy.

The door was kicked open from the outside, and some men in black rushed in.

The leader yelled, "Don't hit the head!"

Gunshots rang out, blood bloomed, and corpses fell.

Each man was shot four or five times.

Paquita turned on the light and the others searched the room. Marcelo had the bodies arranged and took photos one by one.

This $30,000 is so profitable.