The bus left Los Angeles International Airport, and at the strong request of Hart, Carrington and others, it went straight to Burbank Warner Studios without going to the hotel first.

Martin rented a professional dance practice room here. The sportsman group couldn't wait to meet their dad.

The 18-year-old handsome boy breaks into Hollywood! Arriving at the entrance of the studio, Hart and Carrington asked the guys to pack their clothes for dinner, marched into the studio, and followed Bruce to the dance studio.

Bruce opened the dance studio door and saw a familiar figure stretching his body. Hart, who was well prepared, was the first to rush forward.

After running for a few steps, Hart took advantage of the smooth ground and slid out on his knees. He threw one hand behind his back, holding the whiteboard marker tightly in his hand, together with the paint on his knees, and drew three lines on the floor.

Kong.

Carrington and other handsome men came over on their knees, each leaving three stripes. Hart opened his arms and just barely hugged Martin's leg: "Dad Martin, can you get full marks this time? Look,

Look, we are kneeling on the three stripes!" The originally clean and tidy dance studio was completely stained by these idiots. Martin was so angry that he wanted to kill someone: "Old Boo, take out your gun and shoot

These things were pulled out, and they all popped out." Hart spread his hands and covered his buttocks: "No! Let this pervert, Boo, stay away from us!" Brian, the sportsman, said: "We live in the terrifying shadow of Boo in Atlanta.

When I came to Los Angeles, I was still threatened by Old Boo." Bruce slowly raised his right hand and pushed back his coat. His elegant movements were like a civilized person.

Seeing that the civilized people were about to appear, Hart quickly lowered his head, breathed a sigh of relief on the floor, and wiped it with his sleeves: "Hurry up, wipe the floor out, make Martin's father unhappy, do you still want to be on TV?" Eighteen types

Male, turned into eighteen cleaners.

Mei Nei, who was standing aside, was dumbfounded. What kind of people are they? They have no shame, no skin, no shame!

He was silent: "Compared to these people, am I too thin-skinned?" These guys are here to steal the boss?

Mene immediately ran to the next door, brought a white towel over, squatted down and wiped the floor. Martin ignored these idiots, took a few steps forward, came to Anne, and hugged her gently: "Teacher Anne, I want to trouble you again this time."

It's over." Annie said: "The club paid for it." She smiled: "How many days do we have?"

"20 days." Martin gave the exact time, and added: "I will do nothing else during these twenty days and concentrate on training." Anne checked the dance studio: "You have the foundation. You will practice one dance exclusively for 20 days.

That's enough." Bruce brought more towels from next door and gave them to Hart, Carrington and others, asking them to restore the floor to its original state.

Martin suggested: "You guys go back to the hotel to rest first, and we'll start tomorrow." But Annie put down her backpack: "No, it's just a good time to stretch your body after a long flight." Hart turned around and said, "We can't wait any longer.

!" Others echoed one after another.

Mene feels a huge threat, and his status seems to be retreating in a straight line. Originally second only to Lao Bu, now he has retreated to the Pacific Ocean?

He quietly found Bruce and asked: "Brother, what's the matter with them? They worship the boss so much?" Bruce said: "They all starred in "Zombie Gigolo". That movie tripled their tips. This time they followed

Martin attends the award ceremony, how much do you think their tips will increase?" Mene's brain was quick and he immediately understood: "I am traveling with them?"

"Almost." Bruce found a suitable description: "The favorite of middle-aged and elderly women." He gently patted Mene on the shoulder: "Those idiots will return to Atlanta after attending the awards ceremony." Mene felt relieved, eighteen

A guy came to compete with him for the boss, and he really couldn't bear it.

Annie changed into dance clothes with the sportsman team, warmed up together with Martin, and started training. Professional fitness and body shaping that lasted for more than half a year helped Martin a lot.

And he doesn't take the feminine route. His public image off the screen is that of a sunny man. In the evening, Martin booked a small restaurant in the hotel to entertain a group of old guys from Atlanta.

"The club's business is so good right now." Hart sat on a chair and gushed: "The boss opened a branch in east Atlanta, and opened a fast hotel and a sex toy store next to the branch, allowing our goddess to enjoy one-stop service.

Service." Carrington answered: "Our income has increased a lot, and we have all moved into a middle-class community." Martin raised a glass at this time: "I wish our lives will get better and better!" Everyone picked up their wine glasses and drank a full glass.

Hart then said: "I'm engaged, do you know what gift I should give to my fiancée?" Mene said: "I can't pick a star from the sky and give it to her." Hart poured the wine, came over to clink glasses with Mene, and said: "

Man, have you ever heard of the Atlantic Astronomical Society? One of the largest astronomical societies in the United States, I bought the naming rights to a star from them and named it after my fiancée! I gave her a star!" Martin remembers clearly,

The Atlantic Astronomical Society is the one created by Harris Carter.

He asked: "Who did you buy it from?"

"Uh...a girl who is an astronomy volunteer, she looks like fifteen or sixteen years old." Hart described it as best he could: "She has long legs, a big chest, a tall head, and is very beautiful. Girls nowadays seem to have grown up taking hormones."

, The development is so good." Martin knew it in his mind.

There was dance practice the next day, and the group dispersed before nine o'clock. Hart and the others stayed in this hotel, while Martin and Bruce returned to their North Hollywood apartment.

As soon as they entered the corridor on the second floor, the door diagonally opposite opened, and Jessica came out of the door. This time she was very serious and did not make any mess. She said: "Someone sent you an express. You were not at home, so Antonio left it there."

Don't forget to take it from the mailbox on the first floor." Martin said, "Thank you." Bruce quickly went downstairs and brought up a small cardboard box.

Jessica wanted to say something more, but was pulled back by Emily inside. Bruce whispered: "They have become smarter." Martin took the box, opened the door and entered the house. Bruce followed and went to the refrigerator to get it.

Ice water.

"It was mailed from Atlanta," he reminded. Martin looked at the shipping address, Clayton Community.

He asked for the saber that Bruce carried with him. He unpacked it several times and opened the thick shock-proof foam. Inside was a long strip-shaped object wrapped in black cotton.

Bruce was curious: "What the hell? There's another photo." There was a photo underneath the long object, and Martin picked it up. The person in the photo had long legs, a tall chest, and was more beautiful than before.

Lily Carter Bruce's eyes flickered, looking at Martin like he was looking at a pervert: "Is this Elena's sister?" Martin's heart was magnanimous, and he spoke with confidence: "This is Lily." As he spoke, he subconsciously took apart his long hair.

Strip-shaped packages.

But when Lily's name came out, something suddenly didn't feel right. What did Lily mail on a special trip? The black cotton cloth had been opened, and the engraving on the package was completely revealed. It was a blue-white equal rights kettle.

Bruce just drank the ice water in his mouth, and when he saw the equal rights water bottle, he choked on one mouthful and coughed violently. He wanted to laugh while coughing.

Martin's face turned dark. Fortunately, only Lao Bu was there. If this was done in public, it would be fatal to society.

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"What have you done to people?" As soon as Bruce stopped coughing, he couldn't wait to say: "No way? Even a pervert like me thinks you are a stinky piece of shit pervert!" Because it was nothing, Martin was very calm: "It's just one thing.

Ordinary hand-carving, old cloth, your thoughts are too dirty, is your head full of shit? What are you thinking about all day long? "Old

Bruce wanted to ridicule again, and Martin decided to strike a fatal blow: "I heard from Hart that Sophia might come to Los Angeles. Will she come to you then?" The bloody scar was revealed, and Bruce turned around and left: "I'll go back.

Take the gun and don't close the door!" Martin said: "I'll wait for you to come back." Bruce was tired and heartbroken, and he left without looking back.

Martin looked carefully at the kettle carved from bison horn. It has edges and horns, ribs and grooves, a head and a crown, and it is lifelike.

It was polished carefully, and it looked like it was polished by hand. Martin put it away and put it back in the box, and found that there were words behind Lily's photo.

"Idiots who like to block shit, I'll give you a tool to block shit. I hope you get infected with AIDS soon!" Martin raised his fist, but he was not in front of him, so he could only bang it on Lily's photo.
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Collect all the photos and horn kettles and put them in the box where Martin keeps gifts. In the future, each woman you know well will give one to each woman?

It seems that someone has done this... The next night, Martin made an appointment with Wes Craven and others to drink together. During the period, he heard Craven mention that he and Alexander Aja were involved.

Of course it is not a bayonet fight, but a big collision of ideas and creativity. Both of them had an idea about a horror film. After communicating with each other, they found similarities, so they joined forces and merged into one.

Craven promised the male lead to Martin, and Alexander Aga also said he wanted to cooperate with Martin. This aspect is completely consistent.

The two specifically told Martin that when they start writing the script, let him come and discuss it together so that the actor and the actor can better match each other.

Of course Martin agreed. As for investment, Wes Craven's horror film will not have to worry about finding funds.

If it doesn't work out, Martin has a backup plan. He can cast the Great Summoning Technique on Atlanta. Afterwards, Martin devoted all his energy to dance training, striving to achieve good enough results when performing on stage.

As the Saturn Awards ceremony was approaching, he took time out to order men's dresses and dance costumes, and asked Bruce to rent a luxury car and participate in the rehearsals for the awards ceremony twice in a row.
Chapter completed!