American fame and fortune

The sky was bright, and the female artists took the bus to leave, and the villa became really quiet.

Wes Craven wore a brand new nightgown and went to the terrace on the second floor, admiring the blue sea view.

Martin came from behind, stood by the guardrail, and said hello: "Morning, Wes."

Craven was refreshed at the moment, and asked, "You came up with it all."

"Mostly." Martin turned his head and hooked his hands outside, waiting for Mene to come in, and said, "And he helped me do a lot of preparations."

"What's your name?" Craven asked.

Mene glanced at Martin and replied, "Mene Seth, a young actor."

Craven nodded: "I remember you, I will let Martin contact you if something happens."

Mene was pleasantly surprised and quite excited. He wanted to say something, but knew that his broken mouth would cause trouble, so he just nodded vigorously and left the terrace.

Craven asked, "Any cigars?"

Martin went back and fetched his cigars.

Craven sat at the table, lighted his cigar leisurely, and said, "I've seen "Zombie Gigolo" starring you."

Martin was not surprised. When Craven came to the party, he would definitely have a basic understanding of the party host. He immediately smiled and said, "My honor."

"It's an interesting performance." Craven did not forget to boast to himself: "It's as full of firepower as I was when I was young."

Martin praised: "Wes, you are always strong and strong, you can imagine how powerful you were back then."

Men, who doesn't care about this, Craven laughed: "I'm old, I can't do it anymore, last night Freddy and Jason were two, I was very struggling."

His voice changed suddenly, and he asked directly: "Martin, you have such an interesting party, what do you want?"

Martin said: "Zombie Gigolo nominated for the Saturn Award for Best Young Actor."

Craven took a sip of his cigar: "I see, it's a small matter."

What an actor of Martin's level can't ask for is not worth mentioning in the eyes of Wes Craven.

Martin stopped talking about this aspect, and asked, "What do you want for breakfast?"

Craven let out a mouthful of smoke: "It's almost noon, the interesting bet last night can't be wasted, I'm going to bankrupt Patrick!"

"They're still fast asleep," said Martin.

"Look at them, they are far worse than the two of us." Craven is very proud: "If you don't pay attention to maintenance, you won't be able to play if you want to play in the future."

Martin keenly noticed that Craven was particularly concerned about and liked to brag about men's abilities, so he asked specifically, "Wes, do you have any maintenance secrets? Can you tell me a little bit?"

Craven said: "You are still young and talented, so you don't need it."

Martin said: "I want to be as full of fire as you in the future."

When these words reached Craven's heart, he laughed again and said, "There is no secret, the main thing is good talent, and the second is to exercise hard and eat more meat."

Martin nodded: "I wish I had Jason's strong body and strong recovery ability."

Craven thought of Jason last night again. The two good boys really made him feel happy. He is still in a good mood, and seeing Martin is very pleasing to the eye, he said: "If your whole family is killed by a perverted murderer, you want How to do it?"

Martin realized the opportunity: "I will blacken, more perverted than a murderer!"

Craven pointed casually: "Perform a segment."

Martin adjusted his breathing slightly, immersed himself in his new role, and staged a scene of a vengeful madman.

Craven held the cigar in his hand but didn't smoke it. He watched Martin's performance carefully. His acting skills were much better than Depp's when he played "A Nightmare on Elm Street".

"Okay." He stopped Martin and said, "The contact information you gave me, keep it open."

Martin nodded: "You can get through at any time."

The two chatted on the terrace, and the topic never left the woman.

Hearing Martin talking about trapeze, Craven was extremely envious: "I didn't play it when I was young and healthy, and I don't dare to play it now."

Martin came up with an idea: "Get a crane, design a wheel box, and swing back and forth in the air."

Craven was deeply impressed: "You still know how to play."

"Yes, Martin is the best at playing." Patrick went on the terrace and said, "Those nurses are so attractive, scary and sexy, more exciting than T800."

Martin laughed: "Robert, there is something wrong with you."

Patrick opened his chair and sat down: "Don't care about these details, last night was really good."

Zomi, Benjamin, Alexander, and Michelle also came to the terrace. They couldn't be more satisfied with last night's party.

The topic of several people changed from women to movies, and the chat was full of enthusiasm.

Wes Craven said directly: "I have a new idea, which is basically a group of perverted murderers, but different from the past, I want to further integrate the concept of family, so that the tragic death of family members can inspire the hero's inner courage. In the end, he slaughtered those perverts in a wilder way."

He said it in front of everyone, just to let people know that Wes Craven is a man of the scene, not a miser: "Don't you guys discover the fact that Martin is more perverted than pervert, so he is the most suitable for such a role."

Patrick gave an appropriate assist: "Wes, you don't want to have a carnival party in the crew, so you specially found this bastard Martin."

Craven laughed happily: "What a good idea, Robert, I will definitely call you when the time comes."

Michelle asked in surprise, "Don't you call us?"

Craven said: "You bastards can't miss any of them!"

Martin said seriously: "I have to think about it carefully, is there any new way to play. By the way, you can help me with ideas, there are few ways that one person can think of."

Others responded one after another.

After joking for a while, Craven got back to the topic: "Martin, I will soon pull up a crew, and the script may be finished later. I will call you then, and you can find me to get the script."

"No problem." Martin replied.

Well worth the money spent on the party.

Sure enough, the men had sharpened guns together, and the relationship was unusual.

Martin also really understands why there are so many group parties in Hollywood.

Benjamin asked at this time: "The crew is almost set up, but the script hasn't been completed yet?"

Craven was surprised: "Isn't this normal?"

Patrick explained to his fellow countrymen: "Most times in Hollywood, there are projects and crews first, and then there are scripts."

Benjamin understood: "No wonder the status of screenwriters is low."

Craven is a screenwriter: "If you can be the leading actor, director, and producer, who the hell will be a pure screenwriter."

Alexander-Ajia said: "I have a story idea, Wes, that fits your story very well."

Craven said: "I gave you the contact information yesterday? Well, when you have time to find me, let's calm down and have a good chat. Now I'm full of thoughts to bankrupt Robert."

Patrick looked at his watch and said, "Guys, it's noon soon. I lost yesterday, so I'm willing to accept the bet. Let's go now, go to the Citric Acid Restaurant, and have a French meal."

Everyone left the restaurant, each looking for a room to change clothes.

When Martin came out, he found Alexander Ajia was waiting for him by the door, pulled him over, put his arms around his shoulders, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Alexander said: "Nothing else, just say thank you, I just came to Los Angeles, you helped me meet Wes Craven, I'm making horror films, Craven's influence in the Hollywood horror and thriller industry Huge, his words can save me a few years of hard work.”

Martin shook his shoulders: "We are all working hard in this circle, helping each other. The more people we meet, the wider the network, the easier the future. Maybe I will need your help at any time."

"That's right." Alexander said with a smile: "Michelle told me that you are a very good actor, and we have the opportunity to cooperate."

Martin replied: "As long as the opportunity is right, these are not problems."

Everyone gathered in front of the villa, got into their cars and went straight to downtown Los Angeles.

Bruce, the professional scavenger, stayed to deal with the later cleaning and other issues, and would not leave traces of Martin and the others.

The man who drove Martin was replaced by the loyal Mene.

Before departure, Martin introduced him to everyone.

Mene hasn't stopped talking since Martin got in the car: "Boss, if you have anything to do in the future, just tell me to do it. Even if you tell Antonio, I won't frown. Even if you let Old Bu go through the back door, I'm willing!"

Martin warned: "Be careful that Boo cleans you up."

Mene hurriedly said: "I didn't say the last sentence." He tried to make himself look more serious: "In the past few years, I have known several people, and they kicked me off as soon as they had the opportunity. It's not like Martin Boss, give me a chance face to face."

Martin waved his hand: "These are trivial matters. If you have the chance to be the protagonist, I won't let you."

Mene vowed: "Whoever dares to snatch your protagonist, I will fight him desperately. Boss Martin, I can't guarantee anything else, but I have licked a lot of old women. As long as I go back and make them sweet and comfortable, I can't talk about helping. But it’s not difficult to dig a hole for someone.”

Martin said: "I will not be polite to you if necessary."

Mene said cheerfully: "My tongue skills can be counted in the whole club... no, I can count it in the whole of Los Angeles."

Martin thought of the casting director: "Don't lose touch with Mary Gale, you're ten times luckier to find a woman than a man."

Mene is aware of this: "I don't want to be blown up either."

A man with a normal orientation, who wants to be gay, can't accept being blown up or being blown up.

Everyone came to Los Angeles. Patrick had booked a seat at the Citric Acid Restaurant yesterday. The French cuisine was too particular, and several big men dined together. The atmosphere was really weird.

Craven said, "We should go to the Brazilian barbecue."

Martin answered: "Wait for the next party, treat guests to a lighter restaurant."

After lunch, the people who had sharpened their guns together did not intend to drink any more, and dispersed separately.