America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 46 Hard Power

The Ford drove into the Marietta business district, and Martin dialed Bruce's number: "Bruce?"

Bruce replied irritably, "What do you want from me?"

Martin said, "Let's go out for dinner, Rosario Restaurant, it's on me."

Bruce retorted without hesitation: "I'll eat you into bankruptcy."

Martin entered the restaurant, found a quiet booth, and waited for more than ten minutes before Bruce rushed in and sat down opposite him.

The two casually ordered some Mexican dishes and chatted as they ate.

Martin pulled out a check and pushed it towards him: "Here you go."

Martin simply said, "I made some money at the Freedom Society, and you did my dirty work. Here you go."

Bruce, no longer polite, put away the check: "Two months ago, I was chasing you for a debt, and now I'm taking your payment? Isn't that a bit odd?"

"That's the difference between a smart person and a civilized person. You're just a civilized person, while I'm both a smart person and a civilized person," Martin said calmly, eating his black pepper beef. "I'm not going to work as a bartender anymore."

Bruce knew Martin was only at the Beast House to make money: "It's better if you don't. Getting too involved won't do you any good. If you stay there too long, you might actually end up working as a cleaner with me someday."

He then asked, "What are you planning to do? Become an actor?"

Martin roughly said, "A film crew came to Hollywood, and I've secured a role from one of the producers. I should be able to get one. I need to do some preparation."

Bruce exclaimed in surprise, "Damn it, you sold yourself to the producer?"

"Wake up, Old Brooks, that's what you like to do!" Martin said, head held high and chest puffed out, his voice righteous and indignant. "I won over the producers in the audition with my talent! Hard skills, you know?"

Bruce sensed something was off about that statement, but couldn't quite put his finger on it: "You're that good?"

"Tell me about you, you civilized street cleaner," Martin changed the subject, offering a apt reminder: "Don't die, you piece of stinking shit, I won't be attending your funeral."

Bruce was optimistic: "You said that only dog ​​shit and dog shit can last forever. When you become a big star, I'll be your bodyguard."

Martin replied, "It's settled then."

After dinner, Bruce went to pick up Monica, while Martin went to the nearby community theater group to tell the director the good news.

In the office, Jerome suppressed his excitement and pretended to be calm and confident: "I haven't even put in the effort yet, and you've already got it done, Martin. You did a great job."

The troupe has Robert Patrick as a connection, and given Martin's current level, he can't afford to miss any opportunity: "Director, this is a small matter that doesn't require your involvement."

Jerome thought to himself that no one in the troupe combined could make him feel as comfortable as Martin: "So, Martin, I formally nominate you as the troupe's vice-director."

The team leader didn't mention the payment, and Martin didn't ask either. He simply said, "I'll call you when the audition is over."

Jerome took out a few magazines: "Variety and Entertainment Weekly, it has the latest news on the film and television industry, take these."

Back in the car, Martin took out his phone, intending to call Vincent Lee, but after thinking it over, he decided it would be better to call him in person.

He and Vincent have no conflict at this stage.

Martin made a phone call to ask, drove to the club, went up to the second floor, and entered Vincent's office.

"Boss, I've landed an important role in a Hollywood film." He stated his purpose directly: "It requires a lot of preparation, so I won't have time to come over tonight."

Vincent adjusted his cowboy hat, stared at Martin for a moment, and said, "I was thinking of raising your salary again after these few days and officially making you the club's assistant manager."

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Martin added, "Boss, this has nothing to do with position or salary. I've always wanted to be an actor, and this opportunity is extremely rare."

Vincent fell silent for a moment, thinking about how Martin had brought in such a huge influx of customers—it was simply a matter of clinging to the Freedom Society and continuing down that path.

With little conflicting interests between the two sides, Vincent made his decision: "Martin, the club welcomes you back anytime."

Martin left his office to settle his weekly paycheck with accountant Dana. When he arrived in the lobby, the handsome men's group was practicing their dance on stage.

Having spent so much time together, now that I'm leaving, I should at least say goodbye.

Martin shoved the two men aside, not bothering with their jokes, and said, "I just quit my job."

"Why?" Hart's mind raced, and he glared at Carrington. "It's all your fault! Martin's father has always wanted a daughter, and you refused to have the surgery, disappointing him!"

Carrington reacted a little slowly: "Weren't you the one performing the surgery?"

Another handsome man, who had worked as an extra, asked, "You want to become an actor?"

Martin nodded slightly.

Martin pointed at the guys: "I shouldn't have wasted my breath talking to you guys."

After a while of commotion, Martin checked the time, left the club, and returned to Clayton.

The number of Black people in the surrounding community has increased significantly.

The spots where white people used to sell grass were all taken over by black people.

Martin parked the car in the backyard, picked up the box from the back seat, and went to the Carter's house.

As soon as I entered, I heard Elena's familiar greeting: "Idiot, didn't you go to the club?"

"I'm not going for now." Martin tossed the cup to Elena: "Here, have one."

Martin exclaimed, "You're absolutely right!"

He pulled out a chair, sat down, and took out two checks: "This is the real gift for you."

Elena looked down and said, "What do you mean? You idiot, you're planning to keep me as a sugar daddy?"

Martin sighed, "Use your limited brain capacity to think about it. Why would I pay for something if I can get it for free?"

Elena raised her middle finger.

Martin said, "The payment for the kettle business is one bill for your labor, and the other bill is for idiot Lily."

Elena pocketed it without hesitation: "Don't tell Lily, that idiot doesn't need money."

After finishing dinner, Martin returned next door and began to carefully study the script for the role Louise had given him.

No preparations should be omitted.

(End of this chapter)