In the shooting gallery, Martin was wearing a headset and holding a Beretta 92f, shooting at the moving target one shot at a time.
After a long period of practice, coupled with his own talent, his marksmanship has gradually improved, and he can ensure that the gun hits the target when hitting a moving target.
After a magazine is fired, the electronic target automatically reports the result.
Martin turned his head, took off his headset, and asked Bruce: "Can I officially become a civilized person?"
Bruce said: "A truly civilized person must have rich practical experience."
Martin shook his head repeatedly: "Am I fighting with others for the sake of filming and self-defense? I would rather be a coward." He was still very curious: "What else do I lack in actual combat?"
Bruce said nothing, put on the headset, stood in front of the target, picked up the pistol, and fired.
The same shot hit, but the number of rounds was not as good as Martin's result just now.
Martin understood it and said: "Firing speed."
Bruce nodded: "Yes, the shooting speed, in a real encounter, there is no extra time for you to fully aim. Often, whoever shoots faster will survive."
Martin shook his head and sighed: "Your hand speed, which has been single for more than 30 years, cannot be compared to someone like me who started messing around as a teenager."
"People like you will be beaten to death sooner or later." Bruce loaded the magazine: "I told you about shooting, and you showed off to me that you have many women."
Martin returned to the topic: "Have you read the comics? Can that kind of bullet turn be achieved in reality?"
Bruce said: "I have never encountered it, but it is pure nonsense to throw away. The guidance technology should be able to achieve it, and the cost... is not cost-effective."
Martin returned to the target, put on his earplugs, and continued shooting.
He deliberately increased his shooting speed.
Bruce knew that Martin was preparing for an action gunfight film, and during the shooting breaks, he also talked with Martin about some practical cases and experiences.
More than an hour later, Mene came over.
Bruce had already reserved the lounge, and the three of them went there together and chatted while drinking.
Martin brought a bottle of drink to Mene and asked, "How were your two auditions?"
Mene looked frustrated: "It's all screwed up."
Bruce was quite surprised: "Isn't there a female casting director who is fifty years old?"
"At first, I thought it was my hands... no, my mouth that touched the role." Mene unscrewed the drink bottle, took a big sip, and then said, "Who the hell would have thought that the casting director was a lesbian."
Martin couldn't help but laugh: "You can't perform well."
After getting along with Mene for a long time, Bruce gradually let go of his skin color prejudice and patted Mene on the shoulder: "That's good, so as not to turn into a sausage mouth again."
Mene raised his head slightly: "Boss, Old Boo, although these two auditions failed, I still have other opportunities. Do you remember the woman who hooked up with me at the Avalon Bar? Her name is Victoria."
Martin thought carefully about the night he met Anne Hathaway: "The one in his forties?"
Mene nodded: "That's her."
Bruce exclaimed: "Man, you have improved from being in your fifties to being in your forties, that's amazing!"
Mene smiled cheerfully: "I think so too." He continued what he just said: "Victoria said she works at a film foundation and can help me introduce roles."
Hearing this, Martin felt something was wrong: "Is she reliable? Is she not a liar?"
Mene scratched his head: "The question is, what can she lie to me about?"
"Cheating for money and sex?" Bruce glanced at Mene and shook his head subconsciously.
Mene spread his hands: "I have no money and I am still a man."
Martin opened his briefcase, took out some information, and handed it to Mene: "The project I was talking about when I called you, a supporting role, a gunsmith who is good at using firearms. During this time, I have time to practice firearms and learn more about firearms. .”
Mene immediately responded: "Boss, I have no problem."
Martin needs a younger brother who can withstand thunder: "I established a film studio, and you join as a production manager with a salary of 500 US dollars per week. Then you follow Lao Boo to register a film studio."
He communicated this with Mene on the phone. Mene has been in Hollywood for several years and knows that there are risks involved, but opportunities always come with risks. Ninety-nine percent of actors in Los Angeles want to find this kind of opportunity, but there is no way.
Menei responded immediately: "Boss, I will do what you say."
Martin gave Mene a few more careful words.
This is too common in Hollywood. Every film sets up a company with separate accounting, and there are always employees from the company to step up. Those who come forward are often people who are deeply trusted and can be reused.
Martin remembered something: "Old Bu, buy an extra batch of 2003 Coke and save it."
Bruce had already taken action: "I contacted Robert. He has collected a lot of cola produced in Atlanta in 2003. The taste is absolutely pure. I will send a batch over later."
Martin reminded: "We will pay for it."
Mene was very curious: "Boss, it will be 2005 soon. Can I still drink Coke from 2003?"
"Special purpose." Martin had a strange idea: "How about we set up a sect?"
Bruce understood Martin's nature and immediately answered: "The Mormon kind?"
"Mormonism!" Mene raised his hands and mouth in agreement: "I like Mormonism the most! Boss, if you are the leader, can you give me the role of high priest or diocesan bishop?"
"You two are full of bad ideas!" Martin was angry that his younger brothers only knew how to do bad things and had no serious thoughts: "My idea is to establish a Coca-Cola cult. You don't have to think about the high priest. I have already chosen one. The deputy leader is still okay.”
Mene asked: "Where is the purpose of the sect?"
Martin thought carefully for a while: "Cola Wushuang?"
Bruce scoffed: "What theory?"
"The Coca-Cola Cult is just an idea for the time being. I don't have the money or power, so I'll just stay on paper for now." Martin decided to teach a little secret: "When the Coca-Cola arrives, each of you can take a few bottles. Before doing important things, you can Drink a can.”
Bruce said: "Will you clean up our shit then?"
Martin was too lazy to say any more: "Let's go. I'll treat you to Lao Bu at noon."
Bruce looked at the time: "I'm not free at noon, I have to go to Jin's place."
Martin was curious: "Have you decided to be the leading actor?"
Mene didn't understand: "Is Lao Bu also planning to become an actor?"
Martin said deliberately: "The kind that will be popular all over the world in the future."
Bruce is an old scumbag: "I haven't decided yet. I'll hang on to her for the time being. I won't promise or give up."
Mene said at this time: "Victoria made an appointment with me at noon, and I want to go there too."
Bruce and Mene were the first to leave the club. Martin was alone and there was no point in going out anymore. The club happened to provide a buffet, so he simply had lunch at the shooting club.
Martin took some food and sat alone in a quiet place. Just as he was about to start eating, someone came over.
"What a coincidence, Martin." The visitor took the initiative to say hello.
Martin thought back for a moment and remembered who the opponent was, Pinto, Mike Vogel's agent who was dueling with the Diamondbacks.
He nodded slightly: "Hello."
Pinto pulled out the chair and sat opposite Martin: "I rarely see you going to the company recently. Thomas didn't help you find a new job?"
Of course Martin would not tell him the truth: "There is still a movie that has not been released yet, so there is no rush."
Pinto came here specially: "I have several good projects on hand, which are not the resources of the company. I have a good relationship with several producers from 20th Century Fox and Universal Pictures, and their projects will give priority to my recommendations. "
Martin seemed to see a hoe: "I haven't had a good rest since filming the wax museum. This time is very precious to me."
Pinto did not give up easily and asked: "I remember the company you came to in December last year? It will be a year next month."
Martin's first agency contract was for one year: "I have no plans to leave WMA and will renew my contract with the company at that time."
Seeing that the other party didn't answer at all, Pinto frowned slightly and said: "Several of them are characters in big production projects. Do you really not want to listen?"
His words became direct: "I have been in the industry for 8 years. I have an independent office, personal connections and resource network, which are not comparable to those of small brokers."
Martin said to himself that even before this was a great success, there were more and more good people around him.
Pinto leaned slightly closer and lowered his voice: "As long as you switch to me, you will be my number one customer, and all the resources in my hands will be given priority to you."
Martin looked at Pinto. Thomas was indeed one step behind Pinto, and the office was the most direct reflection.
Things like him being a golden partner with Thomas are naturally nonsense.
If the opponent is an agent at the level of Ali Emmanuel or Jim White, Martin will respond without saying a word.
In Martin's eyes, Pinto may not be better than Thomas. He specifically reminded: "I remember that it is strictly forbidden to poach each other within the company."
Pinto couldn't help but laugh: "But when the client's contract expires, you can actively choose a new agent. You will have a chance to choose next month."
Martin asked directly: "What's in it for me?"
Pinto said: "Have you heard of Fox's epic epic project? About Jerusalem and the Crusades, it invests hundreds of millions of dollars in a large-scale A-level production. I have been friends with the producer for many years and can help you win the leading actor. The worst I can get a supporting actor role.”
Martin stared at Pinto with surprise on his face.
Pinto thought he was impressed and smiled slightly: "I can tell you in advance that the director is Ridley Scott, a first-line director, A-class production, and has the opportunity to compete for the leading actor."
These words are obviously deceptive. Martin can be sure of this. Now, what can he do to fight against the Elf Prince?
He said politely: "This matter is too big. I need to discuss it with the manager."
Pinto could hear the meaning of Martin's words, and when he saw what he said, he no longer pressed and nodded: "I hope you make a wise choice."
Martin had already made his choice in his heart.
After lunch and a short lunch break in the lounge, Martin waited until Lao Bu came back and went to the field to practice shooting together.
That night, he changed into a dress and accompanied Louise to Kate Winslet's pull-up party.
(End of chapter)
