American fame and fortune

When he returned to his home in the Koty community, Martin found that the house was cleaned. On the coffee table in the living room, there was a message from Blake. She had cleaned up the house.

Even in the wine cabinet and refrigerator, there are several kinds of wine that Martin often drinks.

Bruce brought out two cans of wine, gave one to Martin, and said, "This girl cares more about you than Eliza, Anne and Julie."

Martin took out his cell phone and called Blake.

"My father, me, and my brother, that fool, went to other places to meet the screenwriter and buy scripts." Blake was not without regrets: "It will take a few days to return to Los Angeles."

Martin said: "It's okay, I'm in Los Angeles recently."

After chatting for a while, he just hung up the phone when someone called and the number showed Harold.

Chairman of the Social Committee.

Martin connected immediately, greeted him, and said, "I just saw a report on the Internet. You came back from New York?"

"The paparazzi is really fast now." Martin said with emotion, "It's been less than half an hour since I entered the house."

Harold invited: "Today is the wine tasting day in the community. If you have time at three o'clock in the afternoon, you can come to the community theater square to participate."

Martin hadn't participated in any community activities yet, so he responded immediately: "I'll be there on time." He put away his phone: "There will be free wine tasting in the afternoon."

Bruce immediately put down the unopened can of beer: "I have a stomach, and I will drink free wine in the afternoon."

Before three o'clock in the afternoon, Martin entered the community theater, which had a plaza that could be used for public events.

At this time, there are many long dining tables and plastic tables and chairs for rest, filled with various wines.

Budweiser, Cordon Bleu, Heineken, Corona, etc. on the beer side.

There is no shortage of other wines, tequila and whiskey.

There are also advertisements on site, and there must be brand promotion activities among them. After all, those who live in the Coty community are high-quality customers.

Harold came over at this time, shook hands with Martin, and said, "I saw a photo of you and Director Scorsese in the newspaper, will you bring a masterpiece this time?"

Martin responded with a smile: "The works directed by Scorsese have always been a guarantee of quality."

Harold led Martin and Bruce into the venue: "The wine tasting day is an open event. You can taste all kinds of wine at will and socialize freely. The community also creates a communication platform for residents."

Martin saw many people coming to the scene: "I feel it."

When Harold left, Bruce went to get a small glass of golden whiskey, and Martin took a sip, which was not bad.

He was about to find someone he knew to join in the communication, when the neighbor across the road, Jillian Flynn, a reporter working for "Entertainment Weekly", approached him.

"Hi, Martin." She greeted him bluntly, and asked directly, "Can you tell me something about Scorsese's new film?"

Some things can be said to the outside world, and the crew also needs the protagonists to promote them. Martin lowered his voice: "Others can't say it. We are neighbors. Let me give you a little news."

Gillian said, "Yeah, we're neighbors."

Martin put on a mysterious tone: "The role played by Jack Nicholson this time is called the ultimate incarnation of evil by Director Scorsese."

Gillian immediately took out a notebook from her pocket, wrote it down, and asked, "Neighbor, are there any more?"

How could Martin pass up the opportunity to brag for himself: "In order to prepare for the role in this film, I went to the BPD to experience life, patrolled with the police, fought with the detectives in the police department to fight crimes and drugs, and learned a lot of professional skills. "

Gilly took it all down safely and wanted to ask again.

Martin interrupted in advance: "I can't talk about it anymore. Besides, the production team should come to me and hold me accountable for breaking the contract and disclosing the news."

Gillian put away her pen and notebook and said with a smile, "You are a good neighbor."

Martin joked: "According to the rules of your industry, shouldn't you pay me a news informant?"

Gillian also smiled: "No problem, I can apply."

"No need, neighbors, help each other." Martin's news is not free: "Maybe sometime, I will ask you for help."

Entertainment Weekly is one of the largest entertainment magazines in the United States.

Gillian smiled: "Call me if you need it."

Just in time, a middle-aged man came over, she called out, and said to Martin: "Introduce a friend to you."

Martin participated in the wine tasting party to expand his social circle, so he nodded immediately: "Okay."

When the middle-aged man came over, Gillian introduced: "This is Alan Greene. He is the publishing editor of the Los Angeles branch of "Empire" magazine. Like me, he also writes novels part-time as an amateur."

She signaled with her eyes: "Alan, Martin needs no introduction."

"Empire" is the largest film magazine in the UK, with distribution in North America, Australia and Russia.

Martin and Alain shook hands and exchanged a few pleasantries.

Alan spoke with a British accent: "I didn't expect you, Martin, to move to this community."

Martin smiled: "Just right, Jillian is a neighbor." He was curious: "In your industry, do you all write novels part-time?"

Gillian answered: "What kind of creation am I? I have only written a few short stories, and I can only publish them because of the many people I know. Alan is different. The long stories he wrote have already been published."

Martin asked Alan: "Can I have the honor to read your work?"

Alan said: "Of course, it's called "Dark Realm". I can give you a copy."

The editor of "Empire" magazine, Martin thought it would be useful, so he exchanged contact information with him.

"My home is not far from here, I'll go back and get a copy right away." Alan Green said he would go, and hurriedly left the square.

Gillian said: "It's not easy to insist on creating in an amateur. In fact, most of the sales are mediocre after publication, but everyone has a thought. If a film company takes a fancy to it, it will be prosperous if it is adapted into a movie. After all Among Hollywood's hottest movies, the proportion of original movies is so low that it is shockingly low, and most of them come from adaptations."

Martin asked directly: "Is this also your creative motivation?"

Gillian nodded slightly: "Of course, that's why I have been insisting." She was blunt: "With you as a neighbor, I feel hopeful."

Martin said: "One day you write a work, I can be the first reader."

Jillian smiled and said, "By the way, let me recommend it."

Martin nodded: "No problem."

It is just a recommendation, and it is not up to him to decide whether the film company uses it or not.

Alan soon came back from home and gave Martin a novel signed by him.

Martin glanced at the title of "Dark Realm" on the cover, and handed it to Bruce behind him: "I'll take a closer look when I go back."

Bruce put away the book, thinking that Martin might not be able to finish the novel in a month.

Alan was very happy, and he had some hopes of being recommended by Martin.

"Hey neighbors, you are here."

Mr. Jones, an artist whose daughter works in the Sacred Valley, walked quickly, followed by a young girl who held his arm tightly.

Alan nodded and took the initiative to leave.

Jones smiled at Gillian, then shook hands with Martin, and introduced the beautiful girl next to her: "This is my daughter Jenna, who is engaged in artistic creation in the Sacred Valley. Recently, a new film has been released. We must support the original version."

Martin said politely: "I am a staunch supporter of genuine products."

Jenna took the initiative to shake hands with Martin: "Hello, Martin, I really like your eyes."

Martin paused for a moment. You can't say that I like your holy valley slices very much, can you? He smiled: "My pleasure."

Jenna continued her father's topic just now: "This weekend, my new film will hold a premiere ceremony in West Hollywood, and I have reserved seats for relatives and friends..."

Both Martin and Gillian declined, saying they had no time.

After chatting for a while, Jenna saw a familiar friend and left here alone.

Gillian is gone too.

Jones continued to chat with Martin. As a father, he was worried about his daughter: "Martin, you know a lot of people in Hollywood. If there is a suitable role, please introduce it to Jenna."

He said politely: "If you have any needs for artwork, you can find me."

Martin thought of one thing, took out his pocket, found that he didn't bring it, and asked Bruce, "Is there any horn carving?"

Because Martin often gave it away, Bruce carried it with him and handed it over.

Martin handed the horn clown carving to Jones: "You are a senior practitioner in the art industry, how is your carving level?"

Jones looked at it carefully, and rubbed it with his hand again: "It's a little rough, but it's very thoughtful, and the knife skills are also good, but the degree of professional training is not enough."

He looked at the bottom of the clown: "Lily Carter?"

Martin asked, "Do you think she has a talent for that?"

"Not bad." Jones obviously wasn't saying polite words: "She needs a good teacher."

Interlaced like a mountain, Martin asked Bruce to inquire about the neighbors and knew that Jones was a senior practitioner: "Do you know anyone in this field?"

"I knew a sculptor at CalArts," Jones said.

Martin briefly talked about Lily's situation, and Jones suggested that if Lily wanted to develop in this line of work, she could apply for the California Institute of the Arts.

This is the earliest private college invested and established by Walt Disney. With Martin's contacts in Hollywood, he can certainly get a heavyweight recommendation letter.

Even if you can't be a sculptor, it is not difficult to find a job as a special prop maker in Hollywood after you come out.

The premise of all this naturally depends on Lily's wishes.

Martin made a note of this and called back to Atlanta.

Jones' words turned around and returned to his daughter: "Unfortunately, I couldn't attend Jenna's new movie launch this weekend."

Martin was surprised: "Didn't she reserve a seat?"

"It's mainly because I feel embarrassed when I see the male actor." Jones sighed: "There will be a clip on the scene, and the male actor will come to say hello, how should I respond?"

Martin thought about it carefully, and it was really difficult to respond.

Jones said again: "Should I pat the actor on the shoulder and tell the actor, boy, you did a good job just now, and it will be better next time..."

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