America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 245 Time Management Master

Martin expressed his admiration for Jones, a true artist, and even had a drink with him.

Art is a kind of faith that can help people transcend worldly concerns.

Bruce nudged Martin from behind, reminding him, "Jennifer Aniston to your left."

Martin turned around and saw Aniston chatting with a woman. He asked, "What's she doing here?"

Bruce said softly, "Aniston is from Los Angeles, born in Sherman Oaks. Her parents divorced and moved to New York, but after she became famous, her mother returned to Sherman Oaks."

Martin said, "You know very well."

"I thought you'd need it," Bruce said innocently. "So I specifically looked into Aniston's background."

Martin replied, "You're a very good manager." He held out his hand: "Pen and notebook."

Bruce opened his bag and took out a pen and a book of autographs.

Martin often carried these eating utensils with him.

Taking advantage of the moment when the people there left, Martin went over and greeted them with the classic line: "Excuse me."

Aniston turned around and recognized the person after only a slight glance.

Although the two had never actually met, they both knew who the other was.

Aniston smiled and said, "Hello, Martin."

"Hello, Rachel." Martin offered her a pen and notebook. "I apologize for being so forward, but since 1994, you've been my favorite actress, not just an idol, but my goddess."

Aniston took the pen and notebook from Martin, solemnly signed it, and asked curiously, "You live in the Coty neighborhood?"

Martin nodded: "She moved here at the end of June." He didn't know Aniston well, so he tried to start a conversation about their similar professions: "Besides Friends, do you have any new projects lately? I'll definitely go support them."

Aniston handed Martin a pen and notebook: "A movie was supposed to be made, but it was delayed due to some unforeseen events."

Martin understood what she meant by the unexpected event and didn't dwell on the topic: "Friends ended too quickly. I really wish it could have continued forever, so that I could still see you guys on screen when I'm old."

"There will always be a day when we have to say goodbye." Aniston's words carried a hint of her own emotions.

Martin initiated the conversation: "Actually, we could film a reunion episode of the six-person group every year. I believe the audience would love to see it."

Aniston paused for a moment, then said, "That's a good idea. I'll bring it up with the production company."

Martin Snake followed up: "Give me your contact information so I can ask you for the latest updates anytime."

Aniston gave Martin her personal business card.

Martin also gave her his business card.

As Aniston watched Martin walk away, she suddenly remembered something: back in April and May, many tabloids had hyped up the rumors about Martin and Julie.

But Pitt has already divorced Jolie for her.

Aniston shook her head, unwilling to dwell on these rotten people and their messy affairs.

Harold from the community council pulled someone over and introduced him to Martin: "This is Kane, the owner of the Angel Shooting Club."

Standing before Martin was a man with neatly combed hair. He offered Martin a toast and said, "I've heard that Mr. Davis is very interested in shooting?"

Martin clinked glasses with him, took a sip of his drink, and said, "I grew up in the slums of Atlanta. As far back as I can remember, there has never been a break in the gunfire. If we want to protect ourselves and our families, the only option is to pick up a gun."

Kane offered her a membership card: "The Angels Club will provide the most comprehensive service."

Martin glanced at it; it was a one-month handgun shooting trial card. He accepted it. "Is the club in Sherman Oaks?"

Harold continued, "It's by the sea, very close to the community. The community's annual shooting competition is held at the Angels Club, and next month is the annual shooting competition day."

Martin deliberately asked, "Can I reserve the championship in advance?"

Kane said, "I'm also a member of the community, and I'll be participating in the competition."

Harold added, "Kane served in Afghanistan, and many soldiers on leave often go to the Angels Club. Martin, if you go there to practice your shooting, you'll definitely benefit."

Martin said with a smile, "I'll definitely go check it out as soon as possible."

The shooting ranges in North Hollywood are limited in size and a bit far away, so Martin wouldn't mind switching to another one.

Martin and Bruce didn't leave until the evening.

On the way back, they ran into Jones and his daughter Jenna again.

Jenna deliberately lagged a few steps behind and spoke to Martin alone: ​​"I've heard Kaden mention you."

Martin was initially puzzled, then remembered who Kaden was: "I worked with Jenna on Zombie Male Dancers, and I've met a lot of artists through her."

Jenna was very pleased with this title, and she pulled out a business card and secretly slipped it into Martin's hand: "If you're organizing a party and need a lot of young and beautiful women, you can contact me."

Martin understood; she was trying to attract clients.

Hollywood and Saint Gabriel are not completely isolated; in fact, some political figures would even seek out Saint Gabriel's actresses.

Putting everything else aside, their technology is absolutely amazing.

Jenna wasn't finished: "I can contact even young female models."

Martin didn't respond, but simply nodded slightly.

There are many similar people and companies in Los Angeles, and the competition seems to be fierce.

Back home, Martin checked the time, called Atlanta, chatted with Elena for a while, and then asked Elena to pass the phone to Lily.

"What do you want with her?" Elena asked directly.

Martin said, "Regarding the university, I had an expert in the art world look at Lily's sculptures, and that person thought Lily had good talent."

Since it concerned her sister's future, Elena stopped arguing and called Lily over.

In the Northville neighborhood, Lily, after hearing Martin's story, said, "California Institute of the Arts, right? I'm also thinking of applying to universities in Los Angeles next year, but my extracurricular activities are a bit lacking..."

Martin said, "I'll have someone write you a letter of recommendation." He added, "Practice more often. Here's what I'll do: I'll mail you a batch of cow horns later as an early 17th birthday present."

Lily's face nearly fell. Who gives homework as a birthday present? Afraid that Martin would change his mind, she didn't dare show it and said in a muffled voice, "Okay, mail a lot more then."

"Okay, that's settled then." Martin hung up the phone abruptly.

Hearing the busy signal, Lily's chest heaved with anger. She muttered, "I'll make your clown sculpture even more evil later!"

Elena then asked, "Are you sure you want to apply to a university in Los Angeles?"

Lily nodded: "I'm sure."

Elena said, "Actually, local universities in Georgia or Ivy League schools are good options. Given Martin's relationship with Coca-Cola, it would be easy for him to find you a suitable internship opportunity."

Lily said, "I want to go to Los Angeles."

Elena stared at her, her hand slowly clenching into a fist.

Lily raised her hand and punched herself hard, asking, "Are you satisfied now?"

Elena remained silent.

Lily punched herself again and said, "I can punch myself five times a year until you're satisfied before I graduate from high school."

Elena waved her hand: "It's your own future; you have the freedom to choose."

Lily stepped forward, hugged Elena, and mumbled, "We're family!"

Elena had to look up slightly to see Lily's eyes and realize that Lily was already taller than her.

Lily packed up her phone and went back to her room.

As she went upstairs, Hall, who lived downstairs, suddenly popped out of his room: "The family she was talking about, besides my siblings and me, definitely includes that idiot Martin."

Elena glared at him fiercely: "Go back and do your homework. If your grades don't improve, I'll hire a tutor for you."

Hall asked, "A female tutor?"

Elena was still the same Elena. She picked up the baseball next to her and threw it with a whoosh. Hall quickly ducked his head, and the ball flew past his scalp.

When Hall reappeared, he saw his other sister, Lily, standing at the corner of the stairs, staring at him with an oak baseball bat in her hand.

My brother has no human rights!

Hall could only return to his room to deal with his homework; studying was far too difficult than digging traps for others.

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In the Coty community, Martin hung up the phone and, right on time, called Blake Lively.

They can't agree on the price for the movie script, and it'll take some time to come.

Many new screenwriters often have an inflated sense of self-importance and want to become famous overnight and sell their work for a high price.

This idea is not wrong; every script is like a child of the screenwriter.

However, the status of screenwriters in the industry is truly worrying, and producers want to exploit them to the point where they can't even take care of themselves.

Martin finally hung up the phone after chatting for over an hour. Just as he was about to take a shower, Julie called from Africa, and they talked about lofty topics like democracy, freedom, and helping children.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Martin suddenly realized that he was unknowingly developing into a time management master.

Fortunately, Julie has some psychological issues; she'll probably be gone soon after she gets back.

Martin put down his phone, glanced back, and saw Bruce sitting on the sofa, engrossed in reading a book.

Great, now Old Bu has another person to carry the burden.

When Martin came out after taking a shower, he found Bruce still reading.

"So engrossed?" Martin asked curiously. "Is Alan's novel very engaging? Can you understand it?"

Bruce said, "I'm your manager, this is my job."

Under normal circumstances, a manager's primary responsibility is to help clients select projects and roles.

But Martin's situation is special; he never consults Old Brooks about this.

Bruce is more like a bodyguard and a cleaner.

Martin, having exhausted himself today, was about to go upstairs to sleep when he said to Bruce, "Take a good look at this, and tell me the story and your thoughts after you're done."

"You'll have to wait two days." Bruce closed his book and went to the annex. "My reading level is even worse than yours."

Martin said, "Even though what I write is utter nonsense, I have no problem understanding books and scripts."

(End of this chapter)