America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 124 Let's put together another plan

North Hollywood, Valley Shooting Range.

Martin, wearing earplugs and with the AR rifle resting on his shoulder, kept his eyes fixed on the moving target and rhythmically pulled the trigger, the bullets hitting the target one after another without missing a single shot.

The gunfire stopped, and Bruce glanced at the electronic monitor, saying, "All hits. Man, you've improved."

Antonio came over carrying an old Winchester rifle, glanced at the monitor, and shook his head: "Martin, your skill level is just average."

Martin lowered his gun and shrugged: "It's up to you now."

Antonio stood firmly in front of the target, as steady as a mountain, raised his old-fashioned rifle, and fired repeatedly at the moving target.

With each shot, his entire body of fat jiggled, as if dissipating all the recoil.

Antonio is as big as a ball, but his hand speed is so fast that it puts single guys to shame. He can reload mid-shot and fire all ten bullets, with even his worst shot hitting the bullseye.

Bruce was surprised: "I didn't realize you were the civilized one."

Martin hadn't expected the fat landlord to be so fast and accurate.

Antonio took off his earplugs, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, as if he would collapse on the spot if he couldn't catch his breath.

Martin asked, "Should we call a doctor?"

Antonio leaned against a nearby pillar and shook his head. After a full half minute, he finally spoke: "Too fat. It's too much of a strain for him to do something as strenuous as shooting a gun."

Martin said, "It's a good thing you don't have a beautiful wife."

Bruce chimed in, "Anthony, whatever you do, don't get married. Martin's bastard father is a master at seducing the neighbor's wife. Do you think he won't?"

Martin gave Old Brooks a middle finger.

Antonio's breathing gradually became smoother, and he patted his belly, which was bigger than a basketball: "My little brother has shrunk so much you can't even see it anymore, what's the point of finding a wife?" He was a shrewd man: "I have millions of dollars in assets, what's the point of finding a wife, just to help me spend money?"

"You've figured out life." Martin didn't dare let him fire anymore: "Come on, let's go rest."

He said as he walked, "Not bad marksmanship."

Antonio, swaying his two large bulges, said, "The best sharpshooters in the countryside are all fat guys."

Just as I arrived at the rest area, Menez came over from outside.

He looked embarrassed: "I had an audition, so I'm late."

Martin pulled out a chair and sat down, asking, "The one Craven recommended?"

"Yes, *Land of the Dead*." Menez grinned widely, his hands curling into claws. "He's playing a very distinctive zombie, recommended by director Craven, and the casting director, Eva, is a 55-year-old woman..."

Antonio, being an outsider, was too embarrassed to say it outright.

Martin and Bruce, however, could understand it.

Menezes truly lived up to her reputation as a killer of middle-aged and elderly women.

Antonio glanced at Menez briefly, then expertly took out a business card and handed it to him: "Hyena Doctor, specializing in proctology. Go see him as soon as you need him, don't delay."

Seeing Menne staring blankly, he said, "I've been in North Hollywood for many years and have seen several clients with rectal prolapse."

Menez was speechless. He had originally intended to throw it away, but after thinking about it carefully, he put it back, just in case he needed it someday.

Before the Saturn Awards ceremony, he heard Hart and Carrington say that there was a penniless scoundrel in Atlanta who hooked up with a rich woman who liked him and made a lot of money.

If a wealthy woman like that were to approach him, it wouldn't be out of the question.

A passerby, a young man in his early twenties, noticed Martin and lingered his gaze on his face for a few seconds before saying, "Excuse me, are you a celebrity?"

Martin smiled at the person and said, "Hello."

The young man immediately said, "You are...?" He couldn't recall Martin's name, but he remembered, "I've seen you holding the Saturn Award and taking a picture with Hugh Jackman. You're just as handsome in person as you are in the photo."

Menez understood that this person didn't remember Martin, but rather that Martin had taken a photo with Hugh Jackman at the Saturn Awards. He quickly introduced, "My boss is Martin Davis, Saturn Award winner for Best Young Actor, a Hollywood superstar."

The young man took out his phone: "Want to take a picture together?"

Martin didn't refuse and had Bruce take a photo with him.

After everyone left, Antonio asked in surprise, "You have fans now?"

Martin boasted, "I've won a major award once."

Antonio stood up shakily: "Come on, let's go back. Let's take a picture together in front of the apartment. When you become a big star, I'll put the photo in the middle of the lobby, and then the apartment will be rented out exclusively to actors, with the rent doubling!"

Martin laughed: "You have to give me a commission."

Back at the apartment entrance, Martin took a photo with Antonio.

Seeing that it was almost time, he drove to Warner Bros. Studios.

After making a phone call and waiting a while, Louise came out of the film set.

Once she was in the passenger seat, Martin noticed her brow was furrowed. He gently smoothed it with a finger and asked, "Is something bothering you?"

"Let's find somewhere to grab a drink first." Louise fastened her seatbelt. "I'm not feeling well."

Martin started the car and drove towards North Hollywood: "Work?"

Louise didn't want to say more, and asked again, "If I go bankrupt, will you kick me to the curb?"

"Of course not," Martin said. "I'm a good man with a conscience."

Louise shook her head: "You? Have a conscience?" She stopped talking about these troublesome things: "Come on, let's find a place to drink."

Martin smelled a faint scent of alcohol on her: "You had some at noon? Don't drink anymore, I'll take you to eat something special."

He found a Chinese restaurant he occasionally went to, and worried that Louise wouldn't be used to the food, so he ordered localized Chinese dishes.

The two chatted while eating.

Louise asked, "Did you finalize the project with Craven?"

Martin switched to serving chopsticks and helped her pick up some food: "We're lacking investors..."

Louise misunderstood and said, "A significant portion of my last anthology budget was invested in 'Alexander the Great'."

Martin said, "That's not what I meant. I wanted to ask you about the feasibility of bringing in funding from Atlanta."

This reminded Louise: "Of course it's possible."

"How about this, I'll put together a new project." She thought of Gray Company in Atlanta: "Including that slut Kelly, and your backers, let's put together a new project."

She pondered for a moment: "Carrie and I don't have much money on hand, and we mainly rely on your support team for investment. This time it's different from 'Zombie Dancer'. I guarantee that the project will sign a distribution and revenue sharing agreement, which will allow us to do more accounting."

Martin couldn't help but laugh: "I've figured it out, there's no one supporting me from behind... no, from below, it's too hard to climb up."

"Tonight I'm going to be on top, and I'll dominate you!" Louise declared, adding, "Are you sure you can secure the funding?"

Martin nodded. "I contacted Atlanta once, and there's no major problem." He looked at Louise affectionately. "You drunkard, I've realized that you're still the best to me."

Louise snorted and stated the discouraging fact: "Since Scream, not a single film produced or directed by Wes Craven has lost money."

Martin said, "Once the crew is assembled, I'm going to throw an even more elaborate party."

After dinner, the two went to Malibu beach to enjoy the night view. When they returned to their apartment building, loud singing began to fill the air.

Antonio swayed his massive body to the second-floor corridor entrance and roared, "Martin Davis, my Gun of Friendship says I'm removing you from my friends list."

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Venice, a small seaside town near Los Angeles, at night.

Kim Kardashian parked her car in front of a hotel, made a phone call, and took the elevator up to the 6th floor.

The door opened, and Bruce waved to her. After she came in and locked the door, he looked at her face and asked, "What happened?"

Jin Chuchu said pitifully, "This afternoon, because of a piece of clothing, Paris threw it at me, and my face was hit by the hanger."

Bruce saw through the woman's thoughts: "Did she keep her promise to Australia?"

Kim's face was grim. Although she was disappointed with Paris in Brisbane, she still held a sliver of hope.

Having been back in Los Angeles for so long, Paris hasn't mentioned a word about the introductions she received into high society.

Tears welled up in her eyes: "I'm completely confused right now, I don't know what to do..."

Bruce said, "It's simple. Find a time when Paris is feeling down, encourage her to go to a bar and drink. With your skills, it won't be difficult to get her completely drunk. Argue with her a bit, make her drive herself, and the rest is easy."

Jin asked, "Should I step in again, give interviews to reporters, and defend her?"

Bruce laughed: "Didn't you recently say some things in front of the media for Paris?"

"I understand." Jin turned around, put her hands on the wall, and arched her back and thrust her hips forward.

An ambitious woman with a shapely butt, and a story of a pervert that defies description.

Nearly an hour later, Jin came out of the room, returned to his car, opened his bag, took out a voice recorder, smiled, and pressed the play button.

The result was just static; you couldn't make out anything.

"Is the voice recorder broken?" Jin slapped it a few times, but it was still the same. Frustrated, he threw it onto the passenger seat.

On the way back, Paris called and asked Kim to come back quickly so she could drive her out for drinks.

Opportunities don't need to be sought out, because they're always there.

Kim will make the decision tonight.

After picking up Paris, Kim drove to a familiar bar. Taking advantage of Paris's lack of awareness, he got her completely drunk without much effort, as she was going through the most dissolute phase of her life.

Kim then used a trivial matter to anger Paris, who immediately berated her and told her to get out several times.

And so, Kim left the bar.

Paris drove off alone, heading back to her residence.

The car was being driven rather erratically, swaying back and forth. Jin sat in the taxi he had called and followed for a while, only to find that the usual patrol cars were nowhere to be seen.

She pulled out her pre-prepared phone and dialed 911: "Hello... I'm in the middle of Sunset Boulevard and I've seen someone driving recklessly. The license plate number is..."

A few minutes later, a patrol car with flashing lights appeared and asked Paris to stop for inspection.

The car not only didn't stop, but instead accelerated until the LAPD took several measures to force it to a stop.

Next came the routine check and the drunk driving test. Paris couldn't even stand up straight, let alone drive straight. The alcohol was too strong, and she couldn't even stand steadily.

Paparazzi quickly gathered around and filmed the whole thing.

Kim figured that Paris would at least have her driver's license suspended, and then they could figure out a way to make her drive under the influence...

(End of this chapter)