The club was not open yet, so Bruce came over early and saw Martin sitting alone in front of the bar, drinking wine slowly.

Martin picked up the accounting book and threw it to Old Bu: "Don't worry, I won't drink for free, it will all be recorded in your account."

Bruce took the account book and entered the bar: "You stinking piece of shit, be a human being!"

Martin took a sip of wine and put on a serious look: "Man, if one day I become a star, hire this piece of shit like you to be my scavenger."

Bruce took out a white bottle from his pocket and placed it in front of Martin: "Here you go."

Martin looked down and saw that it was a bottle of Vaseline: "What do I want it for?"

Bruce struck a fatal blow: "Someday you are blasted by the producer, or you want to blast the producer, this will come in handy."

Martin gave him two middle fingers.

Over in the club foyer, a man and woman came over.

Wearing a tight-fitting sportswear freely, his body was covered in lumps, and Bruce shrank when he saw it.

The man walks with his legs spread apart, like a giant humanoid crab with legs that don't stick together.

Sophia and her beloved little toy Scott.

"Hi, Lao Bu." Sofia greeted at the bar: "We have time to chat alone. I miss you very much."

Bruce didn't dare to answer, so he forced a smile and watched Sophia go upstairs.

Scott walked over with a splayed figure and said, "Let's have a beer."

Martin patted the chair next to him: "Sit."

Scott glared at him: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Martin forgot: "I'm sorry." Thinking that Lily and Hall had to live without guardians, he reminded: "Withdraw money as soon as you make enough money. Don't make enough money for medical treatment in the end."

"Originally I planned to withdraw." Scott was on the verge of tears.

Bruce asked: "Are you completely passive in being beaten?"

Scott took a sip of beer: "I took some initiative, but I saw that her body was full of muscles and her head was full of Michael Tyson."

Martin said casually: "You can be Holyfield."

Scott said: "I don't bite people's ears!"

Martin remembered something and reminded him specifically: "Harris has applied for college."

"What's the point of going to college? Working early is the right way." Scott shook his head: "I know, these rubbish never let me worry."

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In the office on the second floor, Sophia stood by the glass door, looked at Martin in the lobby on the first floor, and said, "I asked someone from the Free Association to inquire specifically. He has a close relationship with Kelly Gray."

Vincent turned around his laptop: "I checked specifically and asked my friends in Los Angeles that money laundering is normal in the film and television industry."

Sophia waved her hand: "More than that, you are too focused on the club and money laundering itself, ignoring the most important point. The Gray family has some power in Georgia, and our underground casino business is also guaranteed, and maybe we can get a normal import and export license.

With the certificate, the smuggling business is back on track."

She kept talking: "Don't underestimate avocado. Its market and profits are so big that it will drive Mexican dealers crazy. I think it won't be long before an avocado war breaks out between Mexican dealers and plantations. If we turn from darkness to light,

Maybe..."

"Stop, stop." Vincent couldn't keep up with Sophia's thoughts: "The key now is whether we want to do it or not."

Sophia said: "I think we should get in touch. This is an opportunity. I will communicate with your father."

Vincent also made up his mind: "I will go and talk to Gray Company first to see the specific situation."

Sophia was about to leave: "Call me after we finish talking. I'm going to take my little boy to play games."

She went downstairs and passed the bar, and Scott followed her obediently.

"Old Boo." Sophia raised her fingers at Bruce again: "Together."

Bruce doesn't even dare to fart.

After the people left, Martin looked at Bruce sympathetically: "Old Bruce, there's no need to say more, don't cry, I understand."

Bruce turned around and vowed never to talk to this bad guy again.

Martin went upstairs again, and when he left, he felt completely refreshed. It was so difficult to be a leading actor, and this time he did all the work of an independent producer.

Production companies and investors run on both sides, using one to seduce the other to form a deal.

Martin returned to Kelly's apartment, dragged out the sleeping Kelly Gray, whipped her severely, then carried her into a warm bathtub, where he talked about the situation while soaking in the hot water.

Of course Kelly Gray will not participate personally: "I will send someone to talk, and I will not be involved in the specifics."

Martin understood what she meant: "I just solicit investment normally. Out of gratitude to my former boss, I told him an investment opportunity. I don't know anything else." He rested his head on Kelly: "I'm exhausted, a leading actor.

, how much work you did."

Kelly Gray reminded: "You are still the production manager, and you have your job."

Martin remembered another thing: "The male troupe of Beast House are ready-made gigolos. I proposed to bring them in and hinted that they would be paid through remuneration. Then their remuneration would definitely be inflated. As the leading actor, I

Can’t the pay be lower than them?”

Kelly felt very comfortable now: "If the deal is really successful, you will be the first to contribute, and no one will take your remuneration into account."

The two took a comfortable hot bath, rinsed themselves off, and chatted for a while.

Martin took out the BMW keys from his pocket and prepared to return them.

Kelly waved her hand: "I'll give it to you."

"Rich woman, do you really want to support me?" Martin was shameless and put the key in his pocket: "How much is your weekly allowance? Where is the house?"

Kelly didn't joke with him: "So many things have happened recently, and we did a lot of them together."

"I understand." Martin made a zipper movement on his lips: "I have always been very strict with my mouth, and I can keep secrets better than the dead."

Kelly went to change her dress: "Let's go and have dinner with me."

Martin praised: "The happy life of being kept has finally begun."

After eating steak for dinner, Kelly Gray made a phone call, and Martin took her to the company to meet with Dave, Gray's vice president and late-night film producer.

Dave will discuss the specific matters.

After sending Kelly back, Martin sat in the car alone and stayed quietly for a while.

It took him more than three months to go from being a poor boy from the slums with a pure background as an artist when he first arrived, to becoming the leading actor in a theater movie with an investment of millions of dollars.

During the difficulties, calculations and struggles, Martin felt that they were the only way to success.

I'm tired, but it's better than just lying around and making money.

He started his BMW 7 and drove out of the apartment's underground parking lot. Before he got onto the highway, he received a call from Bruce.

"The main members of the South City gang are all finished. Boyette will probably spend more than ten years in prison collecting soap." Bruce made a U-turn and forgot the oath he made: "You can go back, there shouldn't be any problems."
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Martin said: "Thanks, Old Bu, I'll treat you to dinner another day."

Bruce suddenly said: "Tell you something, Monica broke up with me."

Martin was surprised: "Why?"

Bruce, a bad person, immediately put the blame on Martin: "It's all your fault. You gave me Kate Winslet's photo. I couldn't help but show it to her several times in a row. She called tonight and said

I'm a pervert."

Martin added salt to the wound: "You are a pervert."
Chapter completed!