America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 434 Cassie in Action

At Brooklyn Studios, filming for Martin Scorsese's lead role came to its final day.

Lewis drove his battered Cadillac Escalade onto the set.

Martin came over from the rest area, his face and body covered in wounds, with blood seeping from more than one place, as if he had just returned from a hellish killing field.

When Chad arrived on set, he carefully examined Martin: "For the last scene, starting from when you get out of the car, shoot it all in one long take, and try to finish it in one take."

Martin, who has been in good form lately, said, "I'll try my best."

Chen Hu came over and said, "This doesn't fit the male protagonist's 'survivor of a hundred battles' state."

Martin was prepared: "You guys film the car crash scene first, I'll go out and run a few laps."

Chad never worried about Martin. He called Lewis over and told him to get in the car and get ready to start filming.

Before filming began, Martin left the set and sprinted away at almost a breakneck pace.

I returned panting heavily after running a long lap around the studio.

Lewis drove his car and crashed into the steps in front of the clinic.

This shot has been filmed.

Chad saw Martin return, panting heavily, and shouted, "All departments, prepare to film immediately!"

Chen Hu glanced at Martin and saw that he was sweating and panting heavily, so he told Martin to get in the car quickly.

As a close-combat action instructor, he understood Martin's physical strength and endurance, and knew that at this level, he must be engaging in high-intensity activities in a short period of time through sprinting.

Martin got into the car and sat in the driver's seat.

The car door closed, and filming began immediately.

This is the ending scene for the male protagonist. In just a few days, Jonathan has experienced several fierce battles, leaving him covered in wounds and exhausted.

Seeing the clapperboard outside the car, Martin pushed open the car door, got out panting heavily, his body was injured and dirty, his head was covered in sweat, and his hair was sticky with blood and mud.

He staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, the Nokia N97 concept phone in his hand landing on the ground in front of his face.

This is a Nokia GG; of course, the large screen of the phone won't break if dropped.

Martin extended a trembling finger and pressed the play button, and a video of a wedding photoshoot began to play.

Alexandra Daddario, dressed in a wedding gown, ran wildly toward Martin.

In the midst of the cataclysmic upheaval, Martin was knocked to the ground.

She scrambled to her feet and reached out to pull Martin up: "Get up, Jonathan, get up now!"

Martin braced himself on the ground, as if using all his strength, before he could finally stand up unsteadily.

The female protagonist's video ignited the male protagonist's survival instinct.

In the plot and character settings, this is an assassin who quit because of love.

He also wants to live because of the female lead's love.

Martin picked up the Nokia phone, gripped the handrail and struggled up the stairs, opened the clinic door, and began searching for medicine.

Suddenly, the door with the broken glass window opened, and Menez walked in.

Martin turned around, a pistol appearing in his hand, its dark muzzle pointed at the newcomer.

Menez pulled out a chair and sat down, his voice deep and resonant: "Jonathan, welcome back alive..."

Martin sat opposite him, tearing open his shirt to clean his wound: "Thanks for the news, Winston."

"Stop!" Chad shouted, halting filming. "That take is good."

Martin took off his dirty suit jacket, tossed it to the crew assistant who came over, stood up and stretched a bit, catching his breath, and felt inexplicably relaxed.

After filming a lot of action scenes for several consecutive days, people will always feel tired.

The work was completed smoothly, and the mental relief was so great that Martin even stretched.

Chad came over and, on behalf of the film crew, presented Martin with the concept version of the N97 that he had just used in filming.

Martin beckoned to Bruce, who then dragged out a large suitcase.

For those working in Hollywood, not receiving a personal endorsement from Martin Scorsese always feels like something is missing.

Martin temporarily forgot to remove his makeup and started a gift-giving spree, personally delivering the two-piece set to everyone.

Some well-informed people in the production crew, such as those with close ties to Warner Bros., had heard rumors that the hand-carved Joker was quite valuable.

People like Menez, Chad, and Bradett, who have collaborated with Martin multiple times, are already preparing to set up a display case in their homes.

After handing out the gifts, Martin and Menez left the set together.

Although filming will continue for a few more days, both actors have finished filming their scenes.

Martin asked, "Back to Los Angeles tomorrow?"

Menez shook his head sheepishly. "I'm going to Las Vegas." He explained, "I've arranged to spend a few days with Celine at Caesars Palace."

Martin was quite impressed: "Remember to get me an autographed photo. I really love the song 'My Heart Will Go On,' it's a timeless classic."

"This is no big deal," Mr. Menez said with unusual confidence when dealing with older women. "Even if you asked her to come to Los Angeles in person to take a photo with you and sign an autograph, it wouldn't be a problem."

Martin gave Mene a thumbs up: "Old buddy, you're awesome."

Mr. Menez's confidence was forged through countless verbal battles: "Mainly because Celine has been living a very miserable life these past few years, and I happen to be able to help her relieve her misery."

"Good luck." Martin got into his trailer.

After removing his makeup, taking a shower, and changing his clothes, he got into Bruce's Cadillac Escalade, but instead of returning to the hotel, Bruce drove straight to the wealthy neighborhood of Long Island.

The car arrived at a villa community in Nassau County, and Bruce quickly found a detached villa.

Martin made a phone call, and the car drove directly into the yard of the detached villa.

Angela Lindwall, wearing a bathrobe, sat by the outdoor pool.

Nearby, on a yoga mat, Carolina was practicing yoga, her flexible body striking all sorts of incredible poses.

Martin got out of the car, and Bruce immediately drove away.

Angela called out from under the parasol, "Martin, come quick! KK needs an assistant to help her with the harder moves."

Martin strode over and said, "I love helping you guys."

Angela also emerged from under the parasol and said to KK, "If you want to recover sooner, you need more help. Martin and I will help you."

Carolina looked at the two wolf-like figures and asked, "Can I object?"

Angela said, "Yes, but the objection is ineffective."

Martin said, "I'm leaving New York tomorrow and going back to Los Angeles."

"So fast?" Carolina, a ruthless woman, said, "Bring it on!"

KK's body, honed through years of yoga practice, is exceptionally flexible, so even if she gains a little weight, it doesn't have a significant impact.

Martin fully demonstrated his helpfulness today, first helping KK practice advanced yoga, and then helping Angela practice pull-ups.

He may have paid too high a price, because the next day when he boarded the plane, he fell asleep very quickly in first class.

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An art exhibition by the California Institute of the Arts is being held in a large side hall of the Los Angeles Museum of Modern Art.

This is a multi-sponsored exhibition designed to provide opportunities for outstanding art students to showcase their work.

The exhibition hall is densely packed with numerous works, including sculptures, paintings, ceramics, conceptual art, fashion design, and jewelry design.

Los Angeles is a city with a strong art scene, and if someone takes a liking to a piece at an exhibition, they can discuss purchasing it with the organizers and the artist.

Over the course of several days, works were sold one after another.

For example, several of Lily Carter's horn carvings were subsequently purchased by Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Aniston.

And with their praise, Lily Carter gradually gained some fame and became one of the stars of the exhibition.

Casey Affleck, with his hands in his pockets and exuding a unique air of decadence, entered the exhibition hall.

Perhaps it was this decadent yet roguish look that was particularly attractive to young girls. From the moment he entered the exhibition hall, several girls around 20 years old frequently turned their gazes to him, always lingering for a while before looking away.

Cassie looked around, seemingly drawn to the sculptures, and strolled into the sculpture exhibition area.

He quickly looked through several works, eventually stopping in front of a bust sculpture.

This bust is very unique; looking at the face of the statue gives you a warm and sunny feeling.

Cassie's gaze fell on the lower left corner, where she saw the author's name marked on the card: Lily Carter.

That's it, that's the name!

Lily Carter, California Institute of the Arts, Sculpture Department.

Cassie beckoned to a nearby staff member and said directly, "I've taken a liking to this statue and want to buy it."

"Sir, you have excellent taste," the staff member said. "This is a sculpture by one of our most talented students in recent years. Many artists believe she will become a master in the future."

Cassie nodded. "I'll take the item, but I want to see the sculptor in person." He pointed to the sculpture. "Let's take a picture together."

This was standard procedure for the exhibition, and the staff member immediately replied, "I'll go inform them and go through the formalities while I'm at it."

Cassie said, "Please do as you wish. Just tell me if you need anything."

The staff will also find a person in charge to handle the relevant business procedures, and then notify the organizer.

Some of the students who participated in the exhibition worked as service staff in the exhibition hall, while others went to help out in other places.

Not long after Cassie finished writing the check, a teacher accompanied a tall girl as they walked towards them.

The girl is very beautiful; she would be considered a top star even in Hollywood.

"Hello." Cassie struck his most attractive pose, exuding a decadent and roguish charm.

Lily gave a formulaic smile: "Hello."

She had seen far too many of these decadent hooligans in the Clayton neighborhood.

Drug addict, good-for-nothing, a rat in the sewer.

A few days ago, Martin called and had some photos sent over.

Lily is a sculptor and is exceptionally sensitive to and remembers the features of a person's face very clearly.

I recognized Casey Affleck in one of the photos as soon as I came in.

But she didn't say anything and cooperated very well, following the routine procedures of the exhibition sales, and took a photo with Cassie and the sculpture in a formulaic way.

Cassie made some witty remarks, and after the formalities were completed, she asked, "I'm also a sculpture enthusiast, and I often encounter some problems in this area. May I ask you for advice?"

Lily reached into the pocket of her short trench coat, gently fumbled for the carving knife, and said, "Okay."

(End of this chapter)