American fame and fortune

North Hollywood, Valley Shooting Range.

Martin was wearing earplugs, and the AR rifle was on his shoulder. He kept his eyes on the moving target, and pulled the trigger rhythmically. The bullets hit the target one after another, and none of them missed the target.

The gunfire stopped, and Bruce glanced at the electronic display and said, "All hit the target, man, the level has improved."

Antonio came over with an old-fashioned Winchester rifle, glanced at the monitor, but shook his head: "Martin, you are average."

Martin put down his gun and shrugged: "It's up to you."

Antonio stood in front of the target position, as steady as a mountain of meat, raised the old-fashioned rifle, aimed at the moving target and fired repeatedly.

Every time he fired a shot, the fat all over his body kept shaking, as if all the recoil had been dispelled.

Antonio is as fat as a ball, but his hand speed makes single teenagers feel ashamed. He reloads halfway, and after ten rounds are finished, the worst shot has eight rings.

Bruce was surprised: "I didn't see it, you are a civilized person."

Martin did not expect that the fat landlord could shoot fast and accurately.

Antonio took off his earplugs, wheezing heavily, and the two lumps on his chest trembled violently, as if he could lie on the spot without being able to catch his breath.

Martin asked, "Should I call the doctor?"

Antonio supported the pillar next to him and shook his head. It took half a minute before he spoke: "Too fat, the burden of strenuous exercise like shooting a gun is too great."

Martin said, "It's a good thing you don't have a pretty wife."

Bruce answered: "Anthony, you must never find a wife. Martin's bastard father is best at hooking up neighbors' wives. Do you think he can't?"

Martin gave Old Bu a middle finger.

Antonio breathed slowly and smoothly, and patted his belly bigger than a basketball: "My brother is so shrunk that he can't see it, what kind of wife are you looking for?" , spend money for me?"

"You understand life thoroughly." Martin didn't dare to let him shoot again: "Go, go and have a rest."

He said as he walked, "Not bad marksmanship."

Antonio shook the two lumps on his chest: "The best sharpshooters among the people are all fat."

Just arrived at the rest area, Mene came from outside.

He looked embarrassed: "There is an audition, I am late."

Martin pulled out his chair and sat down, asking, "The one that Craven recommended?"

"Yes, "Land of the Living Dead"." Menet opened his mouth wide, his hands bent into claws: "Play a zombie with a lot of personality, recommended by director Craven, the casting director Eva is a 55-year-old woman ..."

Antonio, an outsider, is embarrassed to say so.

Martin and Bruce could understand.

Mene deserves to be a killer of middle-aged and elderly women.

Antonio looked at Mene slightly, took out a business card skillfully, and handed it to him: "Doctor Hyena, who is good at anorectal, please go as soon as possible, don't delay."

He saw Menet in a daze: "I've been in North Hollywood for many years, and I've seen several clients with prolapsed anus."

Mene was speechless. He wanted to throw it away at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he put it away again. What if it will be used someday?

Before the Saturn Awards ceremony, he had heard from Hart and Carrington that there was a pauper rascal in Atlanta who made a lot of money with a rich woman who liked her back.

It's not impossible for such a rich woman to find him.

Someone passed by, a young man in his twenties saw Martin, his eyes stayed on his face for a few seconds, and he said, "Sorry, excuse me, are you a star?"

Martin smiled at the people: "Hello."

The young man immediately said: "You are..." He couldn't remember Martin's name, but he remembered: "I saw you taking a photo with Hugh Jackman with the Saturn Award, and you are as handsome as the photo."

Mene understood that this person didn't remember Martin, but remembered that Martin took a photo with Hugh Jackman at the Saturn Awards, and quickly introduced: "My boss is Martin Davis, best young actor at the Saturn Awards, Hollywood supernova .”

The young man took out his mobile phone: "Take a picture together?"

Martin did not refuse, and asked Bruce to help take a group photo.

When the people left, Antonio was surprised: "Do you have fans?"

Martin sucks: "I won a big prize once."

Antonio stood up tremblingly: "Go, go back, let's take a group photo in front of the apartment, and when you become a big star, I'll put the group photo in the middle of the hall, and then the house will be rented out exclusively to actors, and the rent will be double what it is now !"

Martin smiled: "You have to give me a commission."

Back at the door of the apartment, Martin took a photo with Antonio.

Seeing that it was about the same time, he drove to Warner Studios.

After making a phone call and waiting for a while, Louise came out from the door of the studio.

When she got into the co-pilot, Martin saw her frowning, stretched out a finger to smooth it out slowly, and asked, "Is there something bothering you?"

"Find a place to have a drink first." Louise fastened her seat belt: "I don't feel well."

Martin starts the car and goes to North Hollywood: "Work?"

Louise didn't want to say more, and asked again: "If I go bankrupt, will you kick me away?"

"Of course not," said Martin. "I'm a good man with a conscience."

Louise shook her head: "You? Have a conscience?" She no longer mentioned these troubles: "Go, find a place to drink."

Martin smelled a faint smell of alcohol from her: "Drink it at noon? Don't drink it. I'll take you to eat something special."

He found a Chinese restaurant that he would go to occasionally, worried that Louise might not be used to it, so he ordered localized Chinese food.

The two chatted while eating.

Louise asked, "Have you negotiated with Craven about the project?"

Martin changed the serving chopsticks to help her pick up food: "Lack of investors..."

Louise misunderstood, and said: "A considerable part of my last platter was on "Alexander the Great."

Martin said: "That's not what I mean, but I want to ask you, how feasible is it to introduce funds from Atlanta?"

These words reminded Louise: "Of course it is possible."

"How about this, I'll make a new set." She thought of the Gray Company over there in Atlanta: "Counting that wasteful Kelly, and your supporters, put together a new set."

She pondered for a while: "Kelly and I don't have a lot of money, and the main investment depends on your support team. This time is different from "Zombie Gigolo". I guarantee that the project will sign a distribution sharing agreement. More."

Martin couldn't help laughing: "I found out, behind... No, there is no one standing below, it's too difficult to climb up."

"I'm going to be on top tonight and push you down!" Louise stated her position, and then said, "Are you sure you can get funds?"

Martin nodded: "I contacted Atlanta once, and it's not a problem." He looked at Louise affectionately: "Drunkard, I found out, you are the best for me."

Louise snorted and told the shocking facts: "Since "Scream", none of the works produced or directed by Wes Craven has lost money."

Martin said: "When the crew is established, I'm going to have a more colorful party."

After dinner, the two went to the beach in Malibu to watch the night scene, and when they returned to the apartment building, their high-pitched singing wafted up.

Antonio moved his fat body, came to the corridor on the second floor, and shouted: "Martin Davis, my friendship gun has said that I will remove you from the friend list."

…………

Under the night, Venice, a small seaside city in Los Angeles.

Kim Kardashian stopped in front of a hotel, made a phone call, and took the elevator to the sixth floor.

The door opened, and Bruce waved at her. When she came in and locked the door, he glanced at her face and asked, "What's going on?"

Jin Chuchu is pitiful: "In the afternoon, because of a piece of clothing, Paris threw it on me, and her face was hit by the hanger."

Bruce saw through the woman's mind: "She fulfilled her promise in Australia?"

Jin's face was very ugly. Although he was very disappointed with Paris in Brisbane, he still had a glimmer of hope.

After returning to Los Angeles for so long, Paris said nothing about introducing her into the celebrity circle.

Jin's tears swirled: "I'm in a mess now, I don't know what to do..."

Bruce said: "It's very simple. When you find Paris depressed, encourage her to go to the bar to drink. With your ability, it's not difficult to get her completely drunk. Argue with her, let her drive, and the rest is up to you." Easy."

Jin asked: "Shall I come forward again and be interviewed by reporters to defend her?"

Bruce laughed: "Didn't you say something for Paris in front of media reporters recently?"

"I see." Jin turned around, put his hands on the wall, bent his waist and straightened his hips.

Ambitious buttocks, and an indescribable story of a pervert.

Nearly an hour later, Jin came out of the room, returned to his car, opened the bag and took out the recording pen, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and pressed the play button.

As a result, all the noise was released, and no words could be heard.

"The recording pen is broken?" Jin slapped it hard a few times, but it was still the same, and threw it on the passenger seat angrily.

On the way back, Paris called and asked Kim to go back quickly and drove her out for a drink.

There is no need to look for opportunities at all, because they are always there.

Jin decided to put it on tonight.

After picking up Paris, Jin drove to a familiar bar. Taking Paris's defenselessness into consideration, he didn't spend too much money, and let Paris, who was in the most sloppy stage of her life, get drunk.

Jin also used a little incident to anger Paris. Paris reprimanded her on the spot and told her to leave several times.

Just like that, Kim left the bar.

Paris got into the car alone, ready to return to her residence.

The car drove unsteadily and swayed. Jin sat in the taxi he called and followed for a while, only to find that the usual patrol car hadn't appeared for a long time.

She took out the mobile phone she had prepared long ago and dialed 911: "Hi... I'm in the middle of Sunset Boulevard, and I found someone driving dangerously. The license plate number is..."

A few minutes later, a patrol car with lights flashing appeared, asking Paris to stop for inspection.

Not only did the car not stop, but it accelerated, and it was not forced to stop until the LAPD took measures several times.

Then came the routine inspection and the drunk driving test. Paris, not to mention walking in a straight line, was too drunk to stand still.

Paparazzi soon gathered around and took pictures of the whole process.

Jin felt that Paris would at least have her driver's license suspended, and then she would find a way to get her to drive drunk...