American Fame and Fortune

Chapter 93 People are afraid of comparison (lead update 5)

 Entering the small apartment of at most 80 square meters, Louise's eyes were full of curiosity. The cramped space was crowded with various furniture and appliances.

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

 Louise asked: “Can I visit at will?”

  Martin said: "You can enter all the rooms and look at everything at will. Everything here is open to you."

There are only two bedrooms. The master bedroom has almost no space after putting a large bed and wardrobe.

 Another bedroom was converted into a study.

 Louise sat on the big bed in the master bedroom, and suddenly there was a rolling sound upstairs. It was a novel feeling she had never had before, like a cat's claws, and she took off the black-rimmed glasses on her face.

 The debauchery that belongs to drunkards and perverts is back: "Martin, if I sing loudly here, will the whole building hear it?"

 Martin took the initiative and extended an invitation: “Let’s give it a try.”

 Actually, the sound insulation of apartment buildings is not too bad.

 The singing soon spread throughout the building.

 Perhaps she was in a new environment that she had never been to before, and her voice was particularly loud.

 It turns out that no one comes to cause trouble because of the noise.

 This time, the conscience of the dog man and woman realized that he did not call Kelly.

When it was over, Louise lay down and didn't want to move, and said, "I'm hungry, please get me something to eat."

“I haven’t used the kitchen, and I haven’t stored any food.” As a bachelor who wanted to cook, Martin suggested: “Let’s go out to eat.”

 Louise was as curved as a cooked noodle: “I’m too lazy to move.”

 Martin patted her butt: "Just wait, I'll go out and buy it."

After getting dressed, Martin called his favorite restaurant to place an order and went to pick it up in person.

 It will take too long to wait for them to deliver it.

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

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

  Jessica put away the newly purchased "Zombie Gigolo" disc and took a look in the mirror. She had fair skin, beautiful appearance and long legs. She was attracted by it when she saw it.

Emily asked: "Will your plan work?"

"Do you know why you failed?" She didn't need Emily to answer: "Because you were too direct and didn't understand subtlety. Subtlety is the real beauty."

Emily leaned against the doorframe: "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. We have no other chance except to **** him."

 Throwing the ice cubes into the trash can, Jessica wiped the water stains from her hands, opened the door and went out.

The timing was right, Martin had just arrived.

 Jessica raised her hands and stretched. The thin sweater was tight on her body, and two obvious points stood out: "Hey, Martin, I haven't seen you recently, what are you busy with?"

 Martin pointed to the roof of the building: "Didn't I see you 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 is a serious person and thought she was talking about shells: "What shell? Can't be pried open with a screwdriver?"

Jessica quietly lifted up her yoga pants, and the originally stretched tights became even tighter: "The shells I bought are all round, tender, and open and close with the breath. , open it again... If the shell could talk, what would it say? "

Her lips turned: "This is the sentence, do you want to read it?"

How hard Martin worked before, now he is so determined, and he speaks so hard: "I don't want to."

　　Laughter suddenly sounded, and the door of Martin's apartment opened. Louise, wearing Martin's shirt, came out of the door, leaned against the door frame and looked at Jessica. She opened her mouth with a slutty tone: "Come here, let's get together."

 The woman opposite was obviously smiling, but Jessica felt uneasy, feeling that once it passed, something terrible would happen.

 “No need.” She hurriedly walked back: “I’ll figure it out myself.”

I went back too hastily. I tripped on the threshold and almost fell down.

Louis pulled Martin back to the room and smiled happily: "It's fun to live in a small apartment like this. Martin, the female neighbor is seducing you, won't you go in?"

　　This **** is crazy and not serious: "If you don't, I will."

  Martin unpacked the dinner and said: "It felt good for a while, what about the end? What do they want from me? I guess that Jessica may not be 18 years old."

Louis smiled: "I didn't expect that a pervert like you could think with your head at critical moments."

"Actually, these are secondary, people are afraid of comparison." Martin spoke particularly nicely: "In what way can she compare to you?"

Louise was very happy, but not stupid: "Yes, I can also bring you a role."    Martin pinched her chin and raised it forcibly: "Beauty, you have to understand that if you don't accompany me, there will be no You’ll never become a master of new cocktail recipes.”

 Louise fell into the role: "Come on, you can unspoken rules for me!"

 …

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

 In "Terminator 2" that year, Schwarzenegger became a big star and became a top star.

 Patrick who starred in T1000 also benefited a lot.

 In the reception room, the bearded Patrick looked at Martin slightly and said, "Jerome called me specifically some time ago and told me about your situation."

 Martin put on his original accent: "The group leader has always taken good care of me and gave me your contact information before departure."

 Patrick smiled when he heard the familiar local accent: "I watched the DVD of your movie "Zombie Gigolo", which was interesting. I heard that the North American box office was close to 7 million US dollars?"

 Martin remains appropriately modest: “Lionsgate has done a good job in promoting the film.”

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

 “I joined the WMA…” Martin said as much as he could.

Patrick understands: "Are you looking for the leading actor in a horror film from Warner Bros.? I have some connections at Warner Bros., but I can't influence the leading actor in a project worth tens of millions of dollars."

 In Hollywood, where every star is a company, Patrick also has a film and television company, but it is impossible for him to participate in investment because of Martin. Even if he helps out for Jerome's sake, there are limits.

Martin asked tentatively: "I heard from the leader that you maintain close contact with many actors from Georgia?"

 Patrick looked at Martin, not understanding what he meant.

Martin said: "I don't know if you know Desmond Harrington, he is from Savannah." To avoid Patrick's misunderstanding, he said directly: "Harrington and the crew producer I want to audition, Susan - I’ve worked with Levine, and I’d like to ask about Susan.”

 This is a routine operation in Hollywood. Patrick smiled: "Little Daisy, I know him very well. I think he is in Malibu. I'll 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: "Just wait for a while, 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 guy entered the living room.

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

 Martin exchanged a few polite words with Harrington and then got down to the topic: "Dice, I'm taking the liberty to come to you and ask about something."

Harrington said: "Robert told me, just say it."

 Martin understands that Harrington mainly cares about Patrick's face and does not waste time: "I heard from a friend that when you played the role of Ghost Ship, it was Susan Levin's choice?"

"Yes, it was Susan Levin who made the decision." Harrington said simply: "I have a similar experience to her, and some aspects can resonate with her. Generally speaking, she was rebellious and stupid when she was young, and then returned to the right path. , the few times I had contact with her, we basically talked about these things.”

He laughed: "On that crew, I 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 sure and said: "Thank you for your answer."

Harrington didn’t care: “You’re welcome, I hope it’s useful to you.”

 Martin exchanged contact information with him.

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

It was getting dark, so Martin invited the two of them to go out for dinner. After dinner, they went to a bar for a drink.

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

 When he came out, Martin and Patrick, who was drunk, put their arms around each other.

Hollywood is full of drunkards, and Patrick is no exception. Before Harrington helped him get into the car, he said: "Martin, let's compete again another day. My drinking capacity can defeat Cameron, Schwarzenegger and Hamilton, but you can't." "

Martin was drunk, as if he was a super drunk. When he heard that he couldn't do it, he jumped quickly: "No need to change the day, let's go back and continue. Robert, let me tell you, I know a Robert who is known as the best drinker in Marietta. It only took him an hour to **** him." Get down."

Harrington pushed and pushed Patrick into the car first, and then asked Martin: "Do you want me to call a driver for you?"

"No need." Martin swayed and waved to the car: "Next time, next time, we won't stop until one of us falls down."

Harrington drove off, turning off Sunset Boulevard.

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

“Why do you always call at night?” Thomas’s dissatisfied roar came as soon as the call was connected.

 Martin pretended not to hear: "Susan Levin can be sure."

 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)