American fame and fortune

Under the night, Nicholson's stretched Lincoln shuttled down Sunset Boulevard, and the car was full of men.

In addition to Martin and Leonardo, Wes Craven also came.

The old man said to Martin: "You are amazing, you are another North American box office champion. The North American box office of the movie Wanted must exceed 100 million. Two films in a row have exceeded 100 million in North America. You are riding a rocket to rise."

Facing Craven, Martin was somewhat humble: "The summer of jeans is not worth more than 100 million."

Craven's opinion is completely different: "You are not the leading actor in that film, strictly speaking, it cannot be counted in your total commercial box office, and the producer does not take it seriously."

"The little bastard is good at hype," Nicholson said.

Leonardo interjected, "I heard Julie calling you a teacher? Martin, you didn't teach those things that Julie hyped?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case: "Before Julie joined the Wanted Order crew, she was just a confused woman who couldn't figure out the situation. Hype yourself up as the Virgin Mary."

Of course Martin would not admit it: "It has nothing to do with me."

Nicholson pointed at his eyes, and said disdainfully: "Based on my experience, you and Julie are definitely having an affair, and it's still a very abnormal relationship. Don't deny it. A pervert knows a pervert best. At a glance, I can tell that the two of you are little perverts."

Martin countered: "If I hadn't been in a good mood today, I would have thrown you out of the car, put your head down, plunged into the ground, and spent the night on the asphalt."

When the car arrived at the night club he frequented, Craven made a phone call and drove directly into the backyard.

Four people entered the club and ordered their favorite dancers.

When I came out, I met a group of people.

Harvey saw the four people coming out at a glance, and greeted each other: "Good evening, Leo, Jack, Wes, and Martin."

Martin smiled and nodded as if he didn't know anything.

Behind Harvey, there are Matt Damon, Ben Affleck and Brad Pitt.

When the two sides met by chance, they just exchanged a few pleasantries.

Passing by, Martin walked last, and Harvey suddenly said: "Congratulations, Martin, another box office champion."

Martin was naturally quite polite in front of others: "Compared to what you have done, my achievements are insignificant."

Harvey watched him smile, a kind smile.

Pete chimed in, "You're doing a good job."

Hearing these words, Martin unconsciously thought of something else, glanced at Damon, and said, "Brad, thank you for the recommendation of Plan B in the Departed Walker crew, without your recommendation, I wouldn't be able to get the second leading role. "

Damon's eyes immediately turned to Pete's side, but he didn't say anything.

Pete responded calmly: "Plan B is not mine alone."

Martin nodded: "Anyway, thank you."

Pete smiled, charmingly.

Martin followed Nicholson up the stairs.

When the four of them went upstairs, Harvey greeted: "Go, go and choose the girl you like, Quentin and Robert are waiting for us."

He patted Pete and Damon and said, "It's just a little thing."

The two had already filmed in the same crew, and they were familiar with each other, so they smiled and followed Harvey to choose the cast.

Ten minutes later, they entered a VIP room.

There were already four people in the room, two of them were men, Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez.

The other two young girls sat on the sofa, their long legs lifted their fair feet, and they appeared to be dancers in the club.

Two big-name directors are busy.

Quentin is moving his mouth, Rodriguez is moving his hands.

Pete could clearly see that the person serving Quentin had wrinkled feet as if they had been in the bath for too long.

In contrast, Rodriguez is much more normal.

The dancers Pete and the others ordered arrived one after another.

Quentin only raised his head at this time, with a strange appearance and saliva around his mouth, he smiled a little terrified: "You are all here."

Pete greeted the two directors.

Harvey sat on a sofa and said: "We have built a mutual support team and supported each other in Hollywood until today."

Pete is not surprised. There are many similar organizations in Hollywood, such as the Bad Boys Gang.

Harvey looked towards Pete: "Today, we welcome a new member, Brad Pitt."

Pete nodded slightly.

Harvey said: "Peter is welcome to join, but before officially joining, there is a small ceremony."

Pete thought it was a ceremony similar to Coca-Cola or Scientology, and said, "Then let's start early."

Harvey clapped his palms, followed the dancers who came up, took off their high-heeled shoes, sat on the sofa, and raised their calves and feet.

The pervert Quentin opened his arms and said, "Enjoy it all!"

At almost the same moment, in another VIP room farthest from here, four people, Martin and Leonardo, were being crushed on their faces by rolling wheels.

The wheels are very white and the rubber is very soft. Pressing on the face makes people feel very comfortable and refreshed.

Leonardo said: "I'm almost obsessed with this feeling. Every time the wheels roll over, I feel that my IQ has increased by 10."

Martin moved his nose from between the wheels: "Because your IQ is only 10, Leo!"

The huge wheel passed over his mouth, Leonardo couldn't speak, so he could only give Martin a middle finger.

Nicholson suddenly patted the butt of the white girl in front of him: "I finally understand why I couldn't feel refreshed last time."

Craven didn't know: "Why?"

Nicholson laughed and said, "The color is wrong!"

Martin stopped him from continuing: "Guys, one thing, any of you are familiar with British director Danny Boyle."

Leonardo raised his hand, and waited for the wheels to roll past his nose and mouth before tilting his head and said, "I worked with him on the adventure film "The Beach" in 2000. He is not a traditional British director, not so conservative and rigid."

He stopped suddenly and turned to Martin: "What did you ask him for?"

Martin said: "I want to promote a new project, there is no suitable director, and he recommends himself."

"Heh, the movie is a success and the box office is a hit. It's really different!" Nicholson continued, "Even a brat like you has a famous director come to his door automatically."

Martin replied unceremoniously: "The times have changed!"

Leonardo learned a lot about Martin through the Departed Walker project. Martin was able to attract tens of millions of dollars in investment, and he was backed by Pacific Pictures. It is not difficult to promote medium-scale projects.

He said he understood: "I don't know the type of your project. If it's an action movie like a wanted warrant, you're looking for Danny Boyle as the director. You're definitely looking for the wrong person. If it's an exaggerated drama , then it’s not wrong to find him.”

In Martin's vision for the new project, there will be some action scenes, but Chad, the action director and assistant director, is enough for the action scenes, and someone needs to check the plot.

Leonardo said: "How should I put it? Danny is not the same as the traditional British. You can tell from guessing the train. He has the rebellious temperament of a combination of Kubrick and Quentin. In the crew Very ostentatious, he will use exaggerated body movements to demonstrate for actors, and never stick to dogma."

Martin watched "Trainspotting" and "28 Days Later" this afternoon. Danny Boyle is indeed not a traditional British director.

Craven asked at this time: "The adaptation project of the novel "Dark Realm" you showed me?"

"That's right, that's it." Martin couldn't help letting Craven read the novel, and also discussed some plot settings. The old man has directed, written, and produced too many movies in his life, and he has unusually rich experience.

Craven said: "Based on what you told me, I think he should be suitable. I have basically seen his works."

Martin decided to have a private contact first: "Leo, you are familiar with Danny Boyle, someday ask him out to have a chat."

Leonardo said: "That's good, when my party is held, I will invite him to attend."

He extended an invitation to Craven again.

Unexpectedly, Craven refused: "I haven't been in good health recently. The doctor told me to take care of myself, so I won't go."

Martin reminded: "Go and do a full body check."

Craven smiled and said, "I just did it last week. It's nothing. It's just that I'm old and can't keep up with energy."

Martin asked Leonardo again: "When is the party?"

"Wait patiently." Leonardo said: "I have to prepare well, and I can't be compared to your yacht party. I will definitely surprise you when the time comes, and I will have a good time!"

Martin didn't ask any more questions, and continued to enjoy the face washing service.

Half an hour later, the four of them left the VIP room and boarded the car from the backyard.

When the extended Lincoln was started, Martin saw through the car window that Harvey and Pete had also left the club and entered the backyard.

But compared to before, there are two more people, Quentin and Rodriguez.

For some reason, Martin noticed that Pete was constantly wiping his mouth with a tissue, which seemed rather strange.

Craven also saw it and said: "It seems that Brad Pitt joined Harvey and Quentin's feet."

Martin was surprised: "The leg? What is it?"

When the Weinstein brothers were still at Miramax, Craven worked with them many times and knew them better. He simply explained: "A small group organization similar to the bad guys, the core is Harvey and Quentin, I named them that because of Quentin's crazy foot fetish."

Leonardo asked, "Wes, they didn't invite you?"

Craven blocked his nose: "I'm not interested in licking other people's stinky feet, even soaked in perfume."

Nicholson became interested: "They're called the Foot Gang, what about us? What's our name? It can't be called the Coke God, can it? It's too cheap for Martin!"

Perverts and perverts always have a common topic, and Martin answered automatically: "We are called Face Gang?"

Nicholson nodded: "This name sounds good, it's taller than their ankle!"

Martin laughed: "Then let's call Face Help."

The other three people all agreed with Martin's words.