American Fame and Fortune

Chapter 51 Business is business

At less than ten o'clock, Kate Winslet left. Martin mixed three cups of sweet and sour mojitos and prepared to leave after drinking them.

Kelly's words attracted his attention: "Benjamin, the director whom the company has collaborated with for many years, just gave me a script. He wants to make a theatrical movie."

 She opened the bag she brought, took out a script, and handed it to Louise: "You are experienced, help me read it."

 Martin was very curious and did not get involved for the time being. The script involved commercial secrets, so he had to be more careful.

Louise only flipped through the first dozen pages before saying: "You can find a bunch of them in the script library of any Hollywood film company. If you have been in Hollywood, B-level movies like this, the quality of the film is related to the script. not very big."

She said it bluntly: "Zombie vampires are the most vulgar B-movie theme. The only new thing is that the vampire dancer is replaced by a vampire dancer."

Kelly suddenly turned to look at Martin: "Actually, the original idea came from Martin. He once played a dead corpse, and he joked with me about letting the supporting actress pick up the corpse. I casually mentioned to Benjamin that Benjamin and Martin were in Gigolo. I wrote this script based on my real experience working in the club.”

At this point, Martin had enough reason to interrupt: "Kelly, should you send me a red envelope and give me some royalties?"

Louise was slightly surprised: "You are really versatile, and you have also been a gigolo?"

Martin corrected: "The first bartender in the gigolo club." He then said to Kelly: "Did you tailor the script for me? I'm so touched. How should I thank you?"

 Louise suddenly said: "Penicillin can cure everything, thank you for everything."

Kelly couldn't understand it at all: "What do you mean? Penicillin? What have you done that you dare not tell me?"

 Martin and Louise looked at each other and smiled, but said nothing.

“You two bitches!” Kelly scolded with a smile, and then added: “If you want this script to be effective, it will cost at least 1 million US dollars. The cost mentioned by the director is all discounted. Once filming starts, who knows how much more will be needed.”

Louis knows something about her friend: "It's not like Gray Company can't even get out 1 million US dollars, right?"

Kelly said: "I plan to buy several GM factories and transform them into photo studios for rent. With the current situation of the automobile industry, it is impossible for GM to restart the ATL production center. The factory area is adjacent to a large cemetery. Not very valuable.”

Being promoted to vice chairman gave Kelly confidence: "The preferential film and television policies introduced by Georgia can attract your crew and other crews in the future. Atlanta does not have a professional filming base. I am communicating with the city hall and the Free Association through the Free Association. The state government, by the way, wants a subsidy for the construction of a film and television base.”

Louise agreed: "You are right. Many companies in Hollywood are attracted by Georgia's tax breaks. Gray Company can provide supporting services and they are happy to cooperate. Kelly, you are a rookie in making movies, but in business, I'm not as good as you."

Kelly picked up the script: "Once there is a problem with my capital chain, not only will the plan be seriously affected, the company will even go bankrupt."

 Martin looked at Kelly. This woman was not stupid. He was able to grab her and climb up because she saw her worth as a gun.

Kelly held the wine glass and leaned against Louise: "Hollywood, please spread the news for me."

 Louise, a female pervert, grabbed Kelly's chin and looked at the mirror opposite: "If I don't help you, who else can I help? We are in the same mirror now."

 Martin spread his hands: "Please pay attention to civilized language."

Kelly laughed. From the moment she tasted the cup of paper airplane, she was going to treat Martin as a gun.

 This gun is more useful than imagined.

 Martin guessed this too, but he got what he wanted.

In this three-party transaction, no one seems to be losing money so far.

Louis saw Kelly put away the script: "Really give up?"

Kelly replied: "Unless there are sufficient funds."

Louis said to Martin: "Macho, you can even make a kettle, come up with a solution for Kelly."

 Martin asked back: "I think of it, but you dare to use it?"

 “Tell me.” Kelly didn’t expect him, just joking.

Martin is not talking nonsense: "Kelly, you are... let me think about it, yes, you are Wendi Deng, Rupert Murdoch's wife Wendi Deng, and then you call those who want to be famous and say that there is a movie project that wants a leading actor, you I accidentally watched his performance and praised him as a genius. I want to participate and make money quickly. "

Kelly frowned: "Such a low-level fraud?"

Martin shrugged: "You can't expect me to engage in financial scams. I have never been exposed to these two beauties. I'm just a nobody."

Louis said instead: "It is possible to succeed, but you must pretend to be a heavyweight."

“If the fraud is successful, the FBI will come to your door soon.” Kelly can imagine the consequences: “Whether it’s Wendi Deng or Kathleen Kennedy who is pretending to be someone else, the other party will definitely put pressure on the FBI, and then I’ll be finished.”

She said casually: "I would rather learn from Hollywood and cooperate with money laundering." Louise couldn't help laughing: "Can you handle it?"

Kelly is confident: "I couldn't do it before, but after Kettle, I can do it without involving the powerful people in Atlanta."

Even in the new century, money laundering and secret operations are still the norm in this industry, and Kelly and Louise don’t take it seriously.

 Martin poured himself another glass of wine, sat on a chair, and sipped it slowly.

 After a while, he asked Kelly: "Can I read the script?"

Kelly handed it to him: "Don't think too much, it's not tailor-made for you. Our friendship is a friendship and business is a business. I can still consider it if it's under $500,000."

 “I’m just looking.” Martin continued to turn over the script.

It’s a standard cheesy B-movie plot. A vampire gigolo uses male **** to seduce women. He eats the blood as an offering to the evil god. The sister who wants to avenge her sister sacrifices her sex. After finding out the situation, she leads a group of strong-chested female hunters and rushes into the gigolo club. A big melee.

 The most important roles are the heroine and the vampire gigolo boss.

Martin has contacted many film crews, and based on a rough estimate based on the script, it would be difficult to get $500,000 for just the costume and action stunts.

 …

 Saijo Street, black bar.

 In the large private room on the second floor, Lin En was lying on the sofa, falling into a strange state, drifting and not knowing what was going on.

 Adam Smith and Ward saw the dozen or so pages of copies of the script he had brought.

Ward said: "This vampire gigolo is tailor-made for you."

 Adam Smith closed the script and picked up the information next to it: "Martin Davis stayed in the gigolo club. Lynn just mentioned it. Benjamin wrote the script based on Martin."

 He was extremely tempted: "He's the leading actor in a theatrical movie!"

The relevant information that Ward inquired about included various explicit information about Martin, such as living in the Clayton community, working part-time as an extra at the age of sixteen, working as a maintenance worker, owing loan sharks, and working as a bartender in the House of Beasts. By chance, I joined the ATL Free Club and so on.

 The private room door opened from the outside, and the boss Boyet and the Latin assistant Diego came in together.

"How about it, Adam?" Boyette habitually picked up his crotch: "Is the new thing I gave you strong enough?"

 Adam pointed at Lynn: "They are all good goods. Look at him, he is enjoying it."

Poyet sat next to Adam: "I heard from Ward that you encountered some troubles?"

 Adam indicated the information with his eyes: "A **** named Martin Davis is trying to steal my job."

“Where have I heard this **** name?” Boyet didn’t think of it and said, “You can’t lose your job. You can help me get in touch with those **** middle- and upper-class people and sell the goods at a high price!”

 At this point, he suddenly remembered: "Is the bartender at the Beast House opposite his name Martin Davis?"

Adam said: "Bastard Martin does work part-time opposite."

Poyet stood up suddenly and took out a gun from his crotch: "I want to kill him! There is news that it was this bastard's idea to steal customers from the Beast House!"

Diego quickly reached out and grabbed Boyet: "No, don't!"

Poyet said: "He's just a poor boy from the ghetto!"

Diego took the pistol and handed the information to Boyet. Boyet looked down and was dazzled by a large paragraph of text: "I can't understand it."

"Martin Davis is an official social investigator of the ATL Free Association and has received a special honorary certificate from the Free Association." Diego has a clearer understanding of the social situation: "Now that the Free Association is making such a fuss, we really want to kill Martin Davis. Weiss, will they ignore it?"

Boyette was impulsive, but his head was not dizzy: "We are black people, no, you are not, you are not black."

 He tapped Adam's forehead lightly: "Man, make sure you get that **** job, and don't let me see that you're worthless."

 After Diego and Poyet left, Adam Smith and Ward looked unhappy.

 The two discussed for a while, and Adam Smith suddenly remembered the entertainment news he had read at the beginning of the year: "Robert Downey Jr. was released from prison last year."

 (End of this chapter)