American fame and fortune

As soon as he returned to Los Angeles, Martin received a call from Aniston. He was not in a hurry to go home and went to the hotel to meet Aniston.

In the suite of the Four Seasons Hotel, the flames ignited as soon as the two met.

The story of the teenager and the goddess has entered a new stage.

Finally, satisfied, Aniston lay on the sofa and said, "I doubt one thing."

Martin took her in his arms and asked, "What's the matter?"

Aniston turned her head to look at him, her eyes full of doting: "Tell me honestly, the place where you lived was really covered with my posters."

Martin knew that the rhetoric must not be changed, otherwise everything said in the past would not stand: "Of course, it just disappeared later."

"Why?" Aniston asked.

"It's all damaged." Martin put his fingers on Aniston's lips: "It's all turned into holes. I'm too embarrassed to let others see, so I peeled off all of them."

Aniston feigned anger: "You really are a badass."

Martin has done it many times with real people, not to mention making up a poster story: "No way, the talent is too good, and he has been strong since childhood."

Aniston didn't want to hear the man bragging, picked up the bag that fell on the side of the sofa, took out a sealed paper bag from it, and handed it to Martin: "My handwritten recommendation letter, Diana, the vice president of CalArts, I also Say hello."

Martin put it away: "Thanks."

"Thank you so much?" Aniston was rather dissatisfied: "Just talk but not do?"

Martin understands that he should be thanked with practical actions.

Nothing to say, thank you all for going all out.

Aniston suddenly asked, "Stay with me tonight?"

Martin replied, "Yes."

Aniston suddenly became extraordinarily proactive.

Martin should come down because Blake is not in Los Angeles.

Star actors, going out to film and publicize too much.

After going through the divorce incident, Aniston was extremely disappointed in her marriage, and she didn't want to talk about easily hurt love anymore, so she wanted a long-term lover like Martin who was capable, didn't have many things, and didn't plan for her property.

After noon the next day, Martin and Aniston left the hotel separately after having lunch together.

Back in the Coty community, I happened to meet Mr. Jones driving back next door.

Jones honked the horn, stopped the car first, waited until Martin's Escalade stopped, lowered the window glass and shouted: "I got the letter of recommendation for you, come and get it?"

Martin replied, "Yes."

Jones waved his hand and drove home.

Martin got out of the car and went out alone. When he came to the door next door, he rang the doorbell when Jones' voice came through the intercom: "Martin, please come in."

The iron gate opened, Martin entered, and saw Mr. Jones standing in front of the villa, waving. He walked through the vestibule and followed Mr. Jones into the living room.

In the next aisle, Jenna, who was wearing a short sportswear, came out quickly, greeted Martin, and explained: "I was just exercising, so I didn't have time to change clothes, sorry."

Martin smiled and said, "It's okay."

Jenna said again: "I have a strong hormone secretion, and I have to maintain a large amount of exercise. I heard that you also exercise regularly? Someday we will be together."

Facing this enthusiastic invitation, Martin replied vaguely: "There is a chance."

Mr. Jones came over with a sealed bag and handed it to Martin: "A letter of recommendation from the director of the Los Angeles Museum of Modern Art. He is one of the famous alumni of CalArts."

Martin took it up and said, "Thank you."

Mr. Jones smiled: "The last time you gave Jenna the authorization for "Wanted Warrant", let her direct and star in the Sacred Valley version, and the film is already on the market."

At this point, Martin could only ask: "The grades must be good, right?"

"Pretty good!" Mr. Jones said with unconcealable pride: "It has created a sales record for a film starring Jenna, and it is more than three times better than the sales data of Pirates of the Caribbean in the same period."

Martin exclaimed: "It's quite a blast!"

The studio licensed the adaptation of the Wanted Warrant to Jenna's company in the form of a basic fee plus a sales share.

This also counts towards the offline revenue of the film.

In other words, Martin, as one of the protagonists and investors of the wanted warrant, can also enjoy a share from it.

Mr. Jones is in a great mood: "When we win a few awards, the sales data can go further."

Martin nodded and said to Jenna, "Congratulations."

"Thank you." Jenna invited quite politely: "Whenever you have time, welcome to visit the set."

When Bruce first came to Los Angeles, Martin went with him to see Jenna Jameson on set.

Take off the veil of mystery and curiosity, and there is not much interest.

Martin just said a few polite words and offered to leave.

The Joneses keep sending Martin out of the courtyard gate.

When he got home, Martin simply packed his luggage and lay on the bed to catch up on sleep.

Aniston, who is in his thirties, has amazing fighting power. He didn't sleep much last night.

After catching up on sleep, Martin and Bruce went out again to the North Hollywood Fitness Center, and called Mene on the way.

The female private trainer in the fitness center with abnormally developed gluteus maximus has resigned and is said to have returned to Mississippi to get married.

Martin put on his gloves and said, "I thought you would have a relationship with her, after all, she fits your aesthetics very well."

Bruce put on the protective gear, picked up a hand target, and said, "Forget about the official relationship. The private training circle is very messy. In order to sell fitness courses, especially for high-end customers like us, they usually treat themselves as gifts."

Martin touched his fists, and there was a loud bang: "Let's get started."

Bruce bent over and lunged, training with Martin.

Outside, Mene came to the boxing ring, gestured to the ring, and sat on the chair next to him to wait.

He didn't go to say hello until Martin and Bruce came to an end.

With the help of Bruce, Martin took off his gloves, leaned on the guardrail to take a breath, and glanced at Mene: "You seem to be getting fatter."

Mene scratched his head and said, "Maybe too much nutrition?"

Bruce, who was drinking water next to him, almost spit out.

Martin took the bottle of water, handed it to Mene, and got out from between the guardrails.

Mene pointed to the bicycle area: "I have become a member here, and I come here at least three times a week."

Bruce came over and thumped Mene on the shoulder: "Do a good job of body management, many fat people start from the first step of slack."

Mene saw Martin enter the locker room and said in a low voice, "I'm fat because of Emma Thomas."

Bruce walked away from the dressing room: "What's going on? Could it be that her..."

"No, it's not that." Menei understood the meaning of Old Bu's words, and explained in a serious manner: "Emma-Thomas likes to eat sweets, very sweet ones, I will get tired of eating them."

He further said: "Recently, Emma has asked me to eat supper with her from time to time, which are all crazy sweets. If I want to get her attention, I can only eat as hard as her."

Bruce has met Emma Thomas, a middle-aged woman who doesn't do much body management, and looks fatter.

He nodded to Mene: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not that you don't know my previous experience. Compared with those, it's nothing." Mene was cheerful. After all, Emma Thomas was not yet forty years old. Among the female directors and producers he had dated with Among them, belong to the super young.

His voice changed abruptly, not without showing off: "I even earned tens of thousands of dollars a year ago even as a part-time actor. Lao Bu, do you know my current salary? After two years of development, my salary for a single film can exceed 100,000 dollars. It’s worth $100,000, and among the young black actors in Hollywood, it’s also one of the few supporting actors.”

Bruce sincerely wished: "May you become the next Morgan Freeman soon."

"I don't have a granddaughter, and I don't want to..." Menet shrugged.

Bruce said: "Pay attention to the latest news from Emma Thomas, especially the new Batman and Christian Bale."

Mene knew what to do next: "I understand."

The two went to the rest area, and after waiting for a while, Martin came from the locker room with his bag.

He glanced at the time: "Find a place, have a drink, I'll treat you."

The three left the fitness club and drove to a nearby bar.

Just a few drinks and the game is over.

Back home, Martin came to the study, turned on the computer and camera, and called Elena.

A few minutes later, Elena and Lily appeared on the camera together.

Elena asked, "What's the matter so late?"

Martin said directly: "Good news, I got a letter of recommendation from the director of the Los Angeles Museum of Modern Art and Jennifer Aniston."

Over there Lily jumped up and let out a cheer: "I can go to CalArts!"

She grabbed Elena's arm and shook it vigorously: "Elena, I can go to Los Angeles to go to college! Haha..."

As soon as the laughter came out, Elena broke free from Lily's hand, raised her fist and punched it twice.

Lily, who was extremely happy and sad, became honest at once, and wanted to say something. Seeing that the elder sister's fist had not been loosened, she obediently closed her mouth.

After watching the good show, Martin continued: "Although there is a letter of recommendation, Lily, don't relax. If your test scores are too bad, you may not be accepted."

Lily glanced at Elena and said, "I've been working hard."

Elena knew she couldn't stop her sister, so she simply asked, "Is the tuition expensive?"

Martin said, "You don't have to think about tuition fees..."

"No need." Elena refused without hesitation: "I have saved a sum of money here, which is enough to support Lily's first year's tuition, and she will be on her own later."

Lily answered confidently: "I work part-time, and I can earn money."

Martin didn't say too much, no matter how people have to go through a certain amount of tempering, they can truly grow.

Lily said at this time: "I just finished a batch of works, and I feel that the sculptures are better than before. I will mail them to you tomorrow."

Martin said: "No problem, the next time my crew presents a souvenir, I will give you an engraving."

Lily is very happy.

But someone like Martin would not make her happy for more than five seconds: "Is that batch of raw materials almost gone? I'll get you another batch."

Lily's face immediately collapsed.