The club was not open yet, so Bruce came over early and saw Martin sitting alone in front of the bar, drinking slowly.
Martin picked up the accounting book and threw it to Old Bu: "Don't worry, I won't drink for free, it will all be recorded in your account."
Bruce took the account book and entered the bar: "You stinking piece of shit, be a human being!"
Martin took a sip of wine and put on a serious look: "Man, if one day I become a star, I will hire this piece of shit like you to be a scavenger, and I will also find you a woman with a huge ass, and let you change a new one every week. Licking!"
Bruce took out a white bottle from his pocket and placed it in front of Martin: "Here you go."
Martin looked down and saw that it was a bottle of Vaseline: "What do I want with it?"
Bruce struck a fatal blow: "Someday you are blasted by the producer, or you want to blast the producer, this will come in handy."
Martin gave him two middle fingers.
Over in the club foyer, a man and woman turned around.
The woman was wearing a tight sportswear and her body was covered in lumps. Bruce winced when he saw her.
The man walked with his legs spread apart, like a giant humanoid crab with legs that didn't stick together.
Sophia and her beloved little toy Scott.
"Hi, Lao Bu." Sofia greeted at the bar: "We have time to chat alone. I miss you very much."
Bruce didn't dare to answer, so he forced a smile and watched Sophia go upstairs.
Scott walked over with a splayed figure and said, "Let's have a beer."
Martin patted the chair next to him: "Sit."
Scott glared at him: "Did you do it on purpose?"
Martin forgot: "I'm sorry." Thinking that Lily and Hall had to live without guardians, he reminded: "Withdraw money as soon as you make enough money. Don't make enough money for medical treatment in the end."
"Originally I planned to withdraw." Scott was about to cry without tears.
Bruce asked: "Are you completely passive in being beaten?"
Scott took a big sip of beer: "I took some initiative. Sophia asked me to come from behind, but I saw that her body was full of muscles, and all she could think about was that I was fucking Michael Tyson. I couldn't get down, really. Can’t get down.”
Martin said casually: "You can be Holyfield."
Scott said, "I don't bite people's ears!"
Martin remembered one thing and reminded him specifically: "Harris has applied for college."
"What's the point of going to college? Working early is the right way." Scott shook his head: "I know, these rubbish never let me worry."
…………
In the office on the second floor, Sophia stood by the glass door, looked at Martin in the lobby on the first floor, and said, "I asked someone from the Women's Association to inquire specifically about him. He has a close relationship with Kelly Gray."
Vincent turned around his laptop: "I specifically checked and asked my friends in Los Angeles that money laundering is normal in the film and television industry."
Sophia waved her hand: "More than that, you are too focused on the club and money laundering itself, ignoring the most important point. The Gray family has some power in Georgia, and our underground casino business is also guaranteed, and maybe we can get a normal import and export license. With the certificate, the smuggling business is back on track."
She kept talking: "Don't underestimate avocado. Its market and profits are so big that it will drive Mexican dealers crazy. I think it won't be long before an avocado war breaks out between Mexican dealers and plantations. If we turn from darkness to light, perhaps……"
"Stop, stop." Vincent couldn't keep up with Sophia's thoughts: "The key now is whether we should do it or not."
Sophia said: "I think we should get in touch. This is an opportunity. I will communicate with your father."
Vincent also made up his mind: "I will go and talk to Gray Company first to see the specific situation."
Sophia was about to leave: "Call me after we finish talking. I'm going to take my little darling to play games."
She went downstairs and passed the bar, and Scott followed her obediently.
"Old Boo." Sophia raised her fingers at Bruce again: "Let's do it together."
Bruce didn't even dare to let out a fart.
After the people left, Martin looked at Bruce sympathetically: "Old Bruce, no need to say more, don't cry, I understand."
Bruce turned away and swore never to speak to this bastard again.
Martin went upstairs again, and felt refreshed when he left. It was so difficult to be a leading man, and this time he did all the work of an independent producer.
Production companies and investors run on both sides, using one to seduce the other to form a deal.
Martin returned to Kelly's apartment, dragged out the sleeping Kelly Gray, whipped her severely, then carried her into a warm bathtub, where he told her about the situation while soaking in hot water.
Of course, Kelly Gray will not participate personally: "I will send someone to talk, but you and I will not be involved in the specifics."
Martin understood what she meant: "I just solicit investment normally. Out of gratitude to my former boss, I told him an investment opportunity. I don't know anything else." He rested his head on Kelly: "I'm exhausted, a leading actor. , how much work has been done.”
Kelly Gray reminded: "You are still the production manager, and you have your job."
Martin remembered another thing: "The male troupe of Beast House are ready-made gigolos. I proposed to bring them in and hinted that they would be paid through remuneration. Then their remuneration would definitely be inflated. As the leading actor, I Your pay can’t be lower than theirs, right?”
Kelly felt very comfortable now: "If the deal is really successful, you will be the first to contribute, and no one will take your remuneration into account."
The two took a nice hot bath, rinsed themselves off, and chatted for a while.
Martin took out the BMW keys from his pocket and prepared to return them.
Kelly waved her hand: "I'll give it to you."
"Rich woman, do you really want to support me?" Martin said shamelessly, putting the key in his pocket: "How much is your weekly allowance? Where is the house?"
Kelly didn't joke with him: "So many things have happened recently, and we did a lot of them together."
"I understand." Martin made a zipper movement on his lips: "I have always been very strict with my mouth and can keep secrets better than the dead."
Kelly went to change her dress: "Come on, come and have dinner with me."
Martin praised: "The happy life of being kept has finally begun."
After eating steak for dinner, Kelly Gray made a phone call, and Martin took her to the company to meet with Dave, Gray's vice president and late-night producer.
It's up to Dave to talk about the specifics.
After sending Kelly back, Martin sat in the car alone and stayed quietly for a while.
It took him more than three months to go from being a poor boy from the slums with a pure background as an artist when he first arrived, to becoming the leading actor in a theater movie with an investment of millions of dollars.
During the difficulties, calculations and struggles, Martin felt that they were the only way to success.
I'm tired, but it's better than just lying around and making money.
He started his BMW 7 and drove out of the apartment's underground parking lot. Before he got onto the highway, he received a call from Bruce.
"The main members of the South City gang are finished. Boyette will probably spend more than ten years in prison picking up soap." Bruce made a U-turn and forgot about the oath he had sworn: "You can go back, there shouldn't be any problems."
Martin said: "Thanks, Old Bu, I'll treat you to dinner another day."
Bruce suddenly said: "Tell you something, Monica broke up with me."
Martin was surprised: "Why?"
Bruce, a rotten person, immediately put the blame on Martin: "It's all your fault. You gave me Kate Winslet's photo. I couldn't help but show it to her several times in a row. She called tonight and said I'm a pervert."
Martin added salt to the wound: "You are a pervert."
The call was immediately cut off.
