On the terrace of the villa, Louise wore a silk casual suit that highlighted her figure. She sat at the small dining table and enjoyed a steak dinner with Martin.
Martin cut off a piece of barbecue and put it in his mouth, saying, "The chef is very good at it and the meat is also very good."
Louise ate in small bites and swallowed the food in her mouth: "Italian quinine steak, knowing that you like to eat meat, I specially called the chef."
Martin enjoyed the deliciousness of the meat: "I really don't know how to thank you."
Louise didn't eat much, so she picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth and said unceremoniously: "You didn't bring me a souvenir?"
Martin felt in his pocket, clenched his fist and stretched it towards Louise.
Louise looked forward to it.
Martin let go of his hand, and a sling fell down. Under the lanyard was a polished white and smooth crocodile tooth.
Louise was so angry that she wanted to hit someone: "You gave me away once."
"It's different. The one last time was the Australian Gulf crocodile." Martin said plausibly: "This time it's the Morere crocodile."
Louise picked up the wine glass and stared at Martin, as if she wanted to splash him in the face.
Martin stopped teasing her, took back the pendant, took out his note pad, and pushed it to Louise: "There is only one kind for the time being." He then took out a small totem pole: "The Mayan's lucky totem."
Louise only took the note pad, opened it, looked at it, and smiled broadly: "Martin Davis, you have repaid a small part of the debt you owed me."
"Can I pay it off at once tonight?" Martin said seriously: "One-on-one, I promise to pay it off."
"Go aside." Louise ignored him and studied the new formula given by Martin.
Martin left the international bartender alone for now and continued enjoying his dinner.
It was completely dark. When Martin finished his dinner and picked up a wet towel to wipe his hands, lights came on outside another villa opposite, and he faintly saw someone walking into the tennis court.
From a distance, no sound could be heard, only blurred figures could be seen.
Louise put away the note pad, looked back, and said: "My neighbors, the Olson family, have you heard of Ashley Olson and Mary Olson? This is the house they bought. .”
Martin looked away: "Of course I've heard of the famous Olsen sisters." He asked: "I read the gossip media reports that they have a younger sister?"
Louise nodded: "Elizabeth, is in middle school."
Martin stood up: "Stop talking about them, let's go downstairs?"
Louise came over, took Martin's hand and walked downstairs.
Martin asked: "I read the charter of the Screen Actors Guild. As long as you play a supporting role in a certain number of scenes, you can enjoy the post-production share of the film every year?"
Louise simply said: "This is the treatment agreed by the Screen Actors Guild and the Producers Union. Even if there is no sharing agreement with the crew, as long as the roles of the works performed by the union members meet the requirements, they will also enjoy the post-production sharing stipulated in the agreement. The ratio is very It’s low, but the film’s post-production copyright revenue is astonishing. Let’s put it this way: last year, the North American box office was less than 10 billion, but the copyright revenue was more than 100 billion.”
She added: "Do you know who won it first? Reagan when he was the president of the Screen Actors Guild was the one who was almost killed by Jodie Foster's admirers."
Martin said: "When actors turned to politics, Reagan and Schwarzenegger were the most successful."
Louise nodded slightly: "It's difficult for Schwarzenegger to go further. He was not born in the United States." She deliberately teased Martin: "What, you want to go to the White House?"
Martin smiled and said: "When the time comes, I press the nuclear button, and boom——"
Louise leaned on the guardrail of the stairs: "Am I going to kill you in advance?"
Martin tilted his head back: "Come on, I won't resist."
The battle to defend the earth has begun.
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Since this year, Robert's income has increased and he has become famous in the Atlanta actor circle.
He rented a new house in a middle-class community in the west.
When he got up in the morning, after washing up, Robert made a cup of coffee, ate a simple breakfast, opened his notebook, and previewed today's work content.
More and more Hollywood crews are coming to Atlanta for filming, and Gray Films' studio has signed two large crews.
Although all the main actors were finalized in Los Angeles, many small roles and passers-by were recruited in Atlanta, which further flourished the Atlanta actor market.
The Mariette Community Theater is about to undergo a big change, and its leader Jerome intends to transform into an agent.
Robert will serve as training director at the new company.
In fact, my job has not changed much. I still teach people to act.
After drinking most of the cup of coffee, Robert closed the notebook and took out another small notebook. There was a line of words written on the cover: Coke!
He is old and has a bad memory, so he takes it out and reads it every day.
Not only Martin, but also several other actors who have good relationships with the troupe will audition, and Robert will also serve Coke.
I can’t tell if it’s because of Coca-Cola, or if the audition roles are all from Gray Films and its partners, but the success rate of the ceremony is as high as 100%.
Robert had eaten and drank enough. After reviewing the ceremony, he put the notebook away with him, stood up, stretched, and muttered: "Should I start a Coca-Cola sect? Have I ever experienced the addiction of being a leader?"
With that in mind for the time being, he picked up his bag and went out to get ready for work.
Just as he closed the door, a beautiful Cadillac drove outside, which was his favorite model.
The Cadillac stopped on the side of the road, and a young man less than 20 years old got out of the driver's seat. Robert looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
Harris recognized Robert at a glance. The big head was too conspicuous. He walked over there: "Good morning, Robert. My name is Harris. Martin asked me to come."
Robert remembered that he had seen the other person beside Martin, and responded with a smile: "Hello, what can I do for you?"
"Martin asked me to send you something," Harris said.
Robert was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and looked at the Cadillac.
Harris came to him and handed him the car keys: "The car is yours. The procedures are in the passenger storage box."
"It's too expensive." Robert's eyes were fixed on the Cadillac: "This... is too expensive."
Harris handed him the key: "Martin asked me to tell you that because of your relationship, the success rate of his audition will increase by at least 50%. You must accept it."
Robert held the key and obeyed the call from his heart: "Okay, okay, I'll take it."
"The things have been delivered, it's time for me to leave." Harris left without staying for a while, walked a while, and got into a black BMW 7.
Robert knew that car. It used to be Martin's car.
Thinking of Martin, Robert wanted to make a call. Calculating the time difference between the two sides, he was probably still sleeping and did not make the call.
He drives new cars into the garage as well as old cars.
In two days, find a suitable opportunity to drive the new car to the troupe.
Robert was sitting in the car and thought of a key thing. He called a Coke dealer and said, "Help me collect Coke produced in Atlanta in 2003 and get as much as possible."
The other side was wondering: "What's different about Coke in 2003?"
Only Robert and Martin knew the secret of the Coca-Cola Cult. Robert did not intend to tell anyone else, so he made up a reason: "Last year's batch of syrup tasted particularly good, and the cola produced is extraordinary."
…………
Sherman Oaks, Los Angeles.
The sun had just risen, and Martin and Louise, dressed in sportswear, went for a morning jog along the road on the south slope.
After walking around a nearby park and just back on the road, Louise stopped, put her hands on her knees and breathed heavily: "I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, please wait for me for a while, let me take a breath."
Martin turned back and pulled her up: "Don't stop, walk slowly."
Louise let him lead her and walked, making excuses for herself as she walked: "I was all moving last night, and I wasted a lot, otherwise..."
Martin asked: "Next time, do you want me to take a picture and accurately calculate which of us moved for a long time?"
"I'm warning you, don't mess around." Louise said: "You are younger than me, and it is normal for you to have good physical strength."
Martin remembered something and said seriously: "Drink less. Excessive drinking will accelerate human aging..."
These words stirred up a hornet's nest, and Louise couldn't move away: "You mean, I'm very old?"
Martin meant well: "Remind you, don't really become an alcoholic."
A car drove over at this time and stopped next to the two of them. The passenger window was lowered, and the blond girl in the driver's seat waved: "Louise, it's rare to see you getting up so early."
Louise looked at the girl with baby fat in the passenger seat: "Has Hall Middle School started?"
Mary Olson pointed to Louise: "Elizabeth, Louise is our neighbor."
Elizabeth greeted politely.
The sisters quickly left and the car drove toward North Hollywood.
After breakfast, Martin and Louise went to Warner Studios together. The latter would continue to participate in the post-production of "Alexander the Great" to make the film as commercial as possible.
Martin went to another post-production studio, and House of Wax had reached the stage of adding pre- and post-credits.
Unexpectedly, I met Thomas as soon as I entered the door.
Martin took out the Mayan lucky totem that Louise disliked and handed it to the agent: "A little gift, Mexican style."
Thomas took it over. The items were not expensive, but the customer was thinking of him, and he felt inexplicably happy: "It's very good. I'll find a place to store it later. When you become a big star, these will become treasures."
Martin thought to himself, you are worthy of being an agent, and asked: "Why are you here?"
Thomas said: "I came to a promotional meeting and Paris Hilton's agent asked that her name be listed second in the credits. This is absolutely not okay! Eliza Cuthbert is the single female lead. , but her most important role after that was your role as Nick.”
Martin agreed: "You must grab what you have to grab. I leave this matter to you."
This is the job of the agent, and Thomas does his part: "Don't worry, I won't let them succeed."
Martin encouraged: "Come on, knock them down!"
Thomas waved his fist and entered a conference room as if he were going to a war.
Some people died, but not completely...
