American fame and fortune

Marietta, Clayton community.

Lily pulled the cart hard and came out of Nani's small supermarket. There was a wooden box on the cart.

Nani asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

The car horn sounded at this moment, and a black BMW 7 stopped beside Lily.

Elena opened the door and got out of the car, asking, "Where did you come from?"

Lily pointed to the label on the box: "Martin mailed you and me a present."

Elena opened the trunk, moved the box into the car with Lily, and waved into the supermarket: "Nani, thanks."

"You're welcome." Nani asked curiously, "Martin has become a big star, when will he come back?"

Elena turned to the driver's side: "He's not going back to Atlanta."

Lily got into the co-pilot and urged Elena: "Go home, hurry home!"

This time the gift was particularly heavy, and she wondered what Martin had mailed.

The BMW parked in front of the house, and the two sisters unloaded the box together and placed it in the center of the living room. Lily came over with a screwdriver, and quickly opened the box lid, stuffing a lot of anti-collision sponges inside.

Elena opened it and found two mahogany gift boxes and some emerald green stones.

Also, there is a note.

Lily reached out to take it, but was slapped back by Elena. She muttered dissatisfiedly, "It's not for you..."

Elena glanced at it, and Lily shut her mouth.

Although she was taller than Elena, she didn't dare to provoke her sister.

Elena picked up the letter, looked at the crooked handwriting, and knew it was written by the idiot Martin.

The gift box was for her, and all the stones were for Lily.

Elena took out a mahogany gift box and opened it, which contained an emerald green bead chain bracelet.

Inside the other box was a jade plaque.

Elena put away the gift box and handed the letter to Lily: "The rest are yours."

Lily could tell that these were not ordinary stones, so she took one in her hand and said, "What Martin gave you is jewelry, why don't you go to Los Angeles to thank him?"

"No." Elena glanced at Lily.

Lily immediately looked down at the box.

Elena warned: "Don't tell Scott and Emma about these things."

Hearing the names of her parents, Lily shrugged: "Scott fell in love with a rich woman, and Emma disappeared for another week. We have a pair of good parents."

She stopped thinking about her annoying parents, and instead said, "Martin has made a fortune, and he has mailed so many good things. Did he cheat all of that Anne's money? He can do it by defrauding money and sex."

Elena thought about the things Martin had done before he went to Los Angeles, and it seemed that he could really do it.

Lily tentatively asked: "During the spring break, shall we go to Los Angeles?"

Elena clenched her fists and asked back, "Are you rich?"

Lily didn't dare to say more, so she quickly picked up a long piece of jadeite from the box, sat in front of the box and pondered: "Give it to me for practicing carving, the carving teacher of the school's interest class has a good family background, not as luxurious as me , what should I carve it into?"

"Yes!" Lily thought of a good idea: "Elena, let me help you..."

Before she finished speaking, Elena strode over and raised her fist to thump Lily on the head: "Idiot, shut up!"

Lily's thoughts were blown away.

Harris came in from the outside at this time and shouted at the door: "I have good news for you! I just got the news from Robert of the Marietta Theater Company that Martin's new play will come to Atlanta for filming in a few months."

Elena and Lily were silent at the same time.

Harris wondered: "Aren't you happy?"

…………

Burbank, Warner Studios.

After the chief creative meeting of the wanted crew, the art director and the set crew went to Atlanta first to set up the studio.

"Kelly has converted the entire workshop at the GM Center into a studio."

In the office, Louise sat on a swivel chair, lightly pushed down her black-rimmed glasses, and said to Martin, "That rascal has reserved two studios for the crew, and the rent is directly included in the production cost. Do you think it's feasible?"

Martin is still eating soft food, and he has no right to refuse: "As long as you have no objection."

Taking into account the cost, it is much more cost-effective to participate in the revenue sharing of the film than to calculate the rent alone. He also has an idea: "I only need 1 million US dollars in film remuneration, and the remaining 2 million US dollars will be considered as investment and included in the cost?"

Louise didn't care: "I have no problem."

This brings Martin's total investment in the project to $5 million.

In fact, the money he really spent was less than 1 million.

"The project is under normal preparation, and the specific shooting time depends on the results of "The Departed Walker"." Martin said emphatically: "In the next period of time, I will do my best to compete for the role of the Departed Walker crew."

Louise nodded slightly: "I have basically negotiated with Warner Bros. You bring money into the team, but Scorsese has the right to decide on the choice of actors, and the key lies in his choice."

She thought for a while, and then said, "Actually, apart from the four main roles, I can guarantee you to win the other roles."

"Fight for the second leading role first!" Martin had some thoughts: "I met Daniel from Warner Bros. a few days ago, and I heard him talk about something. His itinerary and entourage list."

Louise's words are similar to Thomas: "That's Martin Scorsese, not Adrian's little people, don't mess around."

She said specifically: "Scorsese's ability in that aspect has long since died. He is not interested in men and women. From all indications, he will not be able to win this Oscar. I have contacted him several times, and it is related to another Olympic Games. , Scorsese has never paid more attention to it.”

Martin said the plan: "I have practiced the Boston accent for a long time, but I don't think it is enough. From the first version of the script you got, the second protagonist is a police officer. I want to go to the Boston Police Department to experience life."

Louise understood what Martin meant: "You want Scorsese to see it?"

Martin asked back: "If you don't let the director see it, what's the point of experiencing life?"

Louise nodded: "Let your agent contact the Boston Police Department first, and they will probably agree. I'll inquire about Scorsese."

Martin went out and called Thomas, and WMA would contact Boston as quickly as possible.

Louise has a wide network of contacts at Warner Bros., and quickly inquired about some news.

When Martin came back, she said: "In addition to screenwriter William Mohanna, Scorsese's personal assistant and casting director Allen will accompany Scorsese to Boston. .”

Martin suddenly remembered: "I heard Thomas mention Ellen, and Thomas had dinner with her a few times."

The casting director visited the Boston Police Department to prepare for the future casting.

Louise said: "Since Thomas knows, then find a way to get her. If she is willing to disclose the news, Scorsese's itinerary in Boston will be transparent to you."

"I'll put Thomas in touch again," Martin said.

He called Thomas in the office, said roughly, and said again: "Bring money into the group, and I can get the ticket for the final selection of the second protagonist. Get the casting director Alan, I'm the one who chooses." The key to winning the game, Thomas, I'm depending on you now."

Thomas had been ruthless before, and he was fully prepared, and he said it now without any psychological barriers: "Martin, even if she wants me to stay with her for a night, it's okay, she can do whatever she wants, and I'll accompany her!"

Martin said, "I'm waiting for your good news."

Seeing him hang up the phone, Louise said, "Apart from those bad methods, what else can you do?"

"There is another crucial link." Martin didn't explain to Louise, went to the window, and dialed Robert's cell phone number.

…………

Atlanta, Marietta Community Theater.

Several vans were parked at the main entrance, many young actors came in and out, and boxes were moved into the vans one by one.

Robert directed a few people to carefully move out his inventory in the theater, and kept reminding: "Coke has a glass bottle, so be sure to handle it with care."

One of the young actors asked curiously: "Director, why do you save so much expired Coke?"

"You don't understand." Robert would not explain to these people, pointing to his exclusive van and said: "Put all the Coke in it and fix it with shockproof."

He wiped the sweat off his big head and called out to the other, "Where's the olive oil?"

A few more people came out of the theater with boxes in their arms: "Here is the olive oil."

The two little actors carrying the table came out last, and they muttered as they walked, "Director, why do you have to bring this broken table with you?"

Robert had a deep expression on his face: "Move the key items to the car quickly."

This is the altar where the ceremony is held.

The Marietta Community Theater Company was corporatized, and Jerome established a management company dedicated to serving young actors.

Because he knew that Robert and Martin had a good relationship and kept in touch, Jerome not only made Robert the art director, but also recruited him as a partner.

Several vans set off toward Peachtree Street.

Robert, driving a Cadillac, followed behind the convoy.

When he came to the small office building rented by the company, Robert asked people to move the desk up first and put it in the new office facing west.

When Coke and olive oil came up, the high priest was about to call Martin when Martin called.

"Robert, there is something, Coke."

"I've changed to a new office here, and I'm going to set up Coke. Are you competing for a new role?"

"Besides Eyes Over Mountains, I have two other projects."

"I understand." Robert said no more, hung up the phone, took out the small notebook, and strictly followed the recording process, getting busy.

Three bottles of Coke produced in 2003 were placed on the old desk and smeared with olive oil.

Then, Robert stood in front of the wooden table, muttering words.

The new assistant knocked on the door and entered the office.

Robert pointed to the altar and said solemnly: "No one is allowed to touch the things on it, remember."

The assistant quickly responded, "Yes, Director."

Robert came to the new office window and said to himself: "I wish Martin all the best."