Listening to these words, Martin thought of the endless wanderings of his past life, the dealers wandering near Clayton, and the bodies falling in front of the shotgun muzzles.

Who is willing to lie at the bottom and be a stepping stone for others?

Who wants to be drained of all the essence like an ore?

Who wants to be whipped like a donkey but can only run in circles?

Martin drank the wine in one gulp: "Whoever grabs me, I will kick him into hell; whoever blocks me, I will push him into the cliff; whoever is on top, I will throw him into a pit of fire."

Louise, no matter how bad I am in the future, can I be worse than I was before?"

"What do I have to lose? If I fail, the worst I can do is come back and work as a gigolo, or the worst I can go to the Sacred Valley to make a movie! I don't want to be a poor man and be at the bottom of my life!"

The left corner of his mouth burst into laughter: "Did you know? Adam Smith, who is most likely to be the protagonist of "Zombie Gigolo", was captured by the DEA."

Louise understood as soon as she heard it: "So that's it." She smiled: "Bastards and quagmire are a perfect match."

"Please continue." Martin poured wine for the two of them again. No matter how many news and rumors he had seen in his previous life, they were all from the sidelines, far less than Louise's personal experience as a producer.

Louise said: "If you want to really develop, leave Atlanta and go to Los Angeles. Georgia's preferential policies will attract more and more Hollywood crews, but Toronto, Australia and Morocco have done similar things many years ago, and they cannot

It has become the birthplace of stars. For a normal Hollywood crew, the main cast and crew have finalized their candidates before they leave Los Angeles."

She pointed at Martin's mouth: "Accent, your Southern accent is fine for marginal roles with few lines. But for roles with many lines, no, you don't have a Hollywood accent. Of course, it doesn't matter for zombie gigolos, the character setting is

Southern vampire zombie."

"Hollywood accent?" Martin was slightly surprised and quickly understood: "It's a common accent in Hollywood movies, right?"

Louise reminded: "For daily self-correction, you also need to find professional teachers for guidance. I have not found any professional training institutions in Atlanta. You can learn both Hollywood accents and British accents, which can increase your core competitiveness."

This kind of professional advice is so valuable, Martin kept it all in mind: "I will go to the Savannah Art Institute of Atlanta branch tomorrow."

Louise added: "The important thing is, don't hesitate when you see an opportunity, don't care whether the means are despicable or whether you are shameless, winning is the most important thing. If you win, everyone will call it inspirational; you

If you lose, no one will care about your integrity."

Martin suddenly said: "Can I use some means on you?"

"What?" Louise, a drunkard and pervert, looked down unconsciously.

Martin picked up the wine glass and added to the atmosphere: "My genius brain has come up with several cocktail ideas."

Louise gritted her teeth: "You are such a bastard! You should wallow in the mire for the rest of your life! Just wait, I will bite off your mortar and make it into a cocktail shaker!"

How thick-skinned is Martin: "A shaker that produces its own liquor?"

"You have no shame and no sense of shame. You do have the potential to climb up. Now give me a new formula." Hobbies are more attractive than work. Louise did not hide anything and made a straightforward transaction: "This year... I will be here this year."

I’m busy at work, and I have to produce a movie, and I’m going to Morocco.”

She calculated the time: "In this way, when you go to Los Angeles around the New Year, I will recommend you to the agency. There is no problem with your acting skills. I have watched every scene you filmed. I am very satisfied with you."

Come on, I'll give you some help."

Martin goes back to the beginning: "Where's the zombie gigolo? Put down the funds and let's not talk about it."

Louise saw Martin bring a pen and paper, write the name of the wine and the amount, and said: "Being the leading actor in a theatrical movie is a very important qualification. Bastard, remember this sentence and choose the crew at the beginning.

With the role, I would rather be the head of a group of chickens than the tail of a phoenix."

She took the paper that Martin had written on, kissed it hard, folded it and put it away carefully: "Most of Hollywood's film investments come from platters. For example, my company never shoots movies independently."

"For such a crew, there are always various relationships and interests that need to be balanced. Even if I serve as the executive producer, I cannot recommend an actor without ability and qualifications for an important role. The producer and the production company cannot pass the test.

Tens or even hundreds of millions of dollars in benefits, you think about it yourself."

Martin sighed: "I first need to find the male protagonist of this million-dollar project."

Louise thought of something happy and burst into laughter: "When I recommend you, I can't show you a clip of Ma Zhen, right?"

"I can help find the funds, Kelly accepts?" Martin said vaguely: "She mentioned money laundering last time."

Louise didn't care at all: "Money laundering is the norm in the film and television industry. All Hollywood platter projects are laundering money. Keep good accounts and keep a low profile. The key is to pay taxes in full and let everyone launder together."

She had another drink with Martin: "Most Hollywood movies lose money, but huge amounts of money are pouring in from all over the world. Are investors stupid? Let's put it this way, without a steady stream of black gold, the film and television industry would not be what it is today.

Prosperity."

Martin believes that because he has seen it before, Hollywood is definitely more glamorous than over there.

Louise smiled even more happily: "You can find a stable and controllable source of funds for Gray Company, and Kelly can agree to all your requests."

Martin got the key points, stable and controllable.

He said no more and clinked glasses with Louise: "You are about the same.""

Louise was proud: "I'm from Hollywood." She looked directly at Martin: "Only cocktails are not enough, I also need penicillin."

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Under the setting sun, people are coming and going on Saijo Street.

There were long lines in front of the House of Beasts and the Black Bar.

Most of the male customers will go to the black bar to have a drink first, wait for ten o'clock, and then go to the opposite side to hook up with someone.

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The bar hadn't opened yet, and Boyette was supervising his men to move the drinks when he suddenly received a phone call.

He pointed at Diego, then walked to the warehouse and asked: "What's going on with that idiot Adam Smith?"

There were only two words said there: "Go quickly."

Listening to the sound of the phone hanging up, Boyet touched his crotch, took out his gun, and without notifying his men, got into the warehouse, opened a secret door, entered and closed it from the inside, and picked up the flashlight prepared on the side.

, bending down and crawling forward.

Before climbing far, he opened another door, entered the sewer, and ran wildly along the sewer.

After coming out of the reserved location, I quickly entered the nearby apartment building, opened a room, and changed my clothes.

Boyette came to the window and looked towards Saijo Street. More than a dozen cars with DEA ​​logos rushed past from everywhere, surrounding the black bar. The heavily armed agents quickly entered the bar.
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"These crazy people!" Boyette couldn't help but yell: "There are so many goods in Atlanta, why are you targeting me? Because I'm from a black gang in South City?"

He raised his middle finger: "You bastards who discriminate against black people!"

In response to the scolding, Boyet did not dare to stay any longer. He opened the drawer, took out a car key, and quickly stayed away from this area.

As he drove into the car, his few brain cells were racing away. Everything he thought about was related to Adam Smith.

Adam Smith was arrested. Poyet received the news but didn't take it seriously. He just asked someone to inquire.

In the whole of Atlanta, there are not a thousand but 800 companies doing this.

Now the DEA is knocking on your door.

Poyet recalled the last time he saw Adam Smith.
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