America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 523 The Legendary Butterfly Hands

The three bastards drank more and more alcohol, and the two bottles of whiskey were soon empty.

Martin hadn't drunk this much in a long time, and he was inevitably feeling the effects: "Come on, keep drinking, you guys are drinking too slowly."

Nicholson shouted, "Today it's just brothers, no women, let's drink until we're drunk!"

Leonardo went to get the third bottle of wine, opened it, and poured it in.

The three of them downed another drink, and Nicholson let out a burp, slammed his hand on the table, and said, "That was my original plan. Giselle invited us to her pre-wedding party, and Martin and I were supposed to do some work to get Leo to give her a child."

Martin clapped his hands and laughed: "Perfect plan!"

Nicholson said, "But that idiot Leo didn't even get an invitation to Gisele's bachelor party!"

Leonardo raised his glass and clinked it with Martin and Nicholson: "Today we won't talk about women, just a toast to brotherhood!"

Martin took a big gulp and said, "Knowing you two bastards makes this boring life much more interesting."

"For our brotherhood!" Nicholson also took a big gulp of wine.

Soon, both bottles of wine were emptied, and the three of them were somewhat drunk.

Leonardo DiCaprio, who had vowed not to talk about women that night, suddenly burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably: "My Gisele is engaged! She's engaged!"

He was devastated: "I originally thought that when I had had enough fun and settled down, I would go back to her, but she completely abandoned me and went into someone else's arms."

Nicholson hugged Leonardo, offering words of comfort in his drunken state: "I know how that feels, and I understand how you feel. Back then, I specially ordered the same butter that Marlon Brando used from France, intending to try it on him, but the butter had just arrived when Marlon went to meet God!"

He started crying too, crying as heartbrokenly as Leonardo: "I didn't even get to use my butter! Marlon, why didn't you wait until I used it..."

Martin suddenly stood up and shouted, "Shut up, you two! What kind of behavior is this, crying and whining? We're the Trio of Scoundrels, the leaders of the Hollywood Face Gang, the most outstanding troublemakers!"

Surprisingly, the shout stunned Nicholson and Leonardo.

Martin picked up the bottle, gulped down two large mouthfuls, and said, "Our trio's mission is destined to be to storm Washington, take over the White House, and dissolve the United States!"

Leonardo cheered loudly, "It's decided! We, the Face Gang trio, will lead America to disband!"

Nicholson, still half-drunk, mumbled, "I was thinking of taking butter to heaven to find Marlon Brando in a few years, but looks like I'll have to live a few more years."

Three silly drunkards got into a heated discussion about this topic.

The following morning, after Martin woke up, he came out of his bedroom and found that Nicholson and Leonardo, those two bastards, were still fast asleep on the living room carpet, and he didn't wake them up.

He washed up and was about to leave when he suddenly had an idea. He quickly went into the suite's kitchen and found a box of butter.

A good brother should, of course, feel the warmth of love.

Martin found a stainless steel spoon, pried open the butter box, scooped out some butter, smeared some on Nicholson's crotch area and the rest on Leonardo's buttocks, and then placed the butter box next to Nicholson.

perfect!

Martin threw down the spoon and went out alone.

After having breakfast at the restaurant downstairs, Martin and Bruce drove away from the hotel.

Just as Martin entered Alexandra's small apartment, two earth-shattering screams erupted from Leonardo's suite upstairs.

Still half-asleep, Nicholson saw the grease on his crotch and yelled, "Leo, I treated you like a brother, and you sneakily messed with me!"

Leonardo, still slightly drunk, pulled his pants up and pointed at the butter on his buttocks: "Stop slandering me! You're the one who did this to me! Jack, you've been wanting to use butter for a while now, haven't you? You bastard, how dare you lust after my good looks!"

"Pah!" Nicholson pointed at Leonardo's butt. "If you don't lose weight, you'll look like Kim Kardashian!"

The two stared at each other, then suddenly realized a crucial problem: Martin wasn't there!

Leonardo easily figured it out: "It must have been that bastard Martin who did it."

Nicholson said, "No one else would be this twisted except him."

The two exchanged a glance, reaching a tacit understanding: "Let's find an opportunity to take him down!"

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Because of the discomfort caused by the heaviness in her chest, Alexandra has been practicing yoga in an attempt to reduce the amount of weight.

In terms of its size, slightly reducing it will not affect the quality and texture of the facial cleanser at all.

Yesterday I bought some art films by Sacred Valley. After returning to my apartment, Alexandra studied them carefully overnight and discovered that yoga can be applied to the field of art.

However, the man cannot be an ordinary person.

Fortunately, Martin is no ordinary person; he can perform many difficult moves effortlessly.

When the apartment fell silent again, Alexandra, still half-asleep, didn't know how much time had passed before she came to her senses and said, "Martin, those male artists in the Holy Valley are far inferior to you."

Martin showed no modesty whatsoever: "Back when I was filming 'Zombie Dancer,' Jenna Jameson, who played a supporting role, wanted to get me to work with her in a film."

Alexandra had read the gossip about this and had just experienced it firsthand, so she sincerely praised, "Someone as outstanding as you could become a top performer even if you went to the Holy Valley to work your way up."

Martin boasted shamelessly: "Someone once said that I could become the next Locke Silverdy."

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound at the door, a loud thumping.

Alexandra was helpless. She could only wrap herself in a blanket, go over and peek through the peephole. She saw that it was her sister Catherine, and immediately held her breath, not wanting to open the door.

During the filming of "John Wick," this slut even tried to seduce Martin!

Catherine waited in vain for a response, then opened her handbag and said, "I know you're in there. If you don't open the door, I'll just use my key to open it myself and go in."

Alexandra was so angry her chest ached. She flung open the door and demanded, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing her like this, Catherine reached out to pull the blanket up: "Are you wearing nothing underneath?"

Alexandra quickly moved aside.

Catherine seized the opportunity to slip into the room, turned around and closed the door, asking, "Who are you messing around with? Is it Martin?"

"Shut up!" Alexandra grabbed her.

Catherine said, "Why should I close my mouth when I haven't even opened it?" She stared at her sister and sneered, "It's clearly your mouth that's not closed!"

Martin, already dressed, came out of the bedroom and greeted her, "Hello, Catherine."

Upon seeing that it was indeed Martin inside, Catherine tried to jump over, but Alexandra held her back tightly.

She could only hold back, lest she scare him away, and said, "Long time no see."

Alexandra said to Catherine, "Sit down."

Catherine sat down helplessly.

Martin went to the washroom.

Catherine lowered her voice: "You'd rather those flashy, cheap women benefit than consider your own sister."

"Is that what a normal person would say?" Alexandra's voice was also low. She said directly, "You're only 17 years old. He won't even look at you."

Catherine came from an unusual family, and immediately understood what she meant: "Then I'll wait until I'm 18."

Martin came out of the bathroom and said, "It's almost noon, shall we go have lunch together?"

Catherine readily agreed, "Okay."

Alexandra went to get dressed and put on makeup, and dragged Catherine away with her.

Martin roughly understood what she was thinking, and thought to himself that she was underestimating his character; he wasn't Bruce's type.

The three of them went out and found a restaurant nearby.

Once the food was served, Alexandra pondered how the female protagonist of "A Nightmare on Elm Street" should approach Martin.

Martin learned a lot of valuable lessons from Leonardo DiCaprio and is aware of Alexandra's recent activities.

Before she could speak, he said, "You worked with Wes Craven once, what was it like?"

Alexandra nodded quickly: "Great, Wes took good care of me on set. He said I'm also a member of the 'Face Gang' and he wouldn't let me suffer any grievances on set."

Martin said with a smile, "He was the first leader of our Face Gang, and he also established the Face Gang tradition of facial cleanser. With your outstanding qualities, you are very suitable to play the female lead in a horror movie."

In traditional American horror movies, the female lead needs to be attractive; a large bust, a curvy bottom, and long legs are a plus.

Alexandra pursed her lips, feeling somewhat excited, thinking that Martin was a really good person.

She had been in the acting industry for a long time, and although she hadn't experienced it herself, she had heard many people say that many big stars, directors, and producers often turned their backs on someone after they were done with them.

Martin said, "Wes Craven is working on a new Nightmare on Elm Street. I remember the lead role is a woman. I'll contact him later."

After all, they have a foundation based on their collaboration on "The Magic House".

Alexandra thought for a moment and said, "If it's too difficult, then forget it."

Martin smiled and shook his head: "It's a project led by the old boss. I'll ask about it now."

He glanced at the time, then simply took out his phone and dialed Wes Craven's number on the spot. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, he started talking about "A Nightmare on Elm Street" and Alexandra.

Wes Craven agreed after a brief consideration.

Alexandra kept looking at Martin, her icy blue eyes exceptionally bright, much like a husky that is attached to its owner and wants to play all kinds of games with them.

She thought about it for a moment. She was only 23 years old and had plenty of time to use. She could stay tied to Martin until she was 30.

Moreover, Martin wasn't the kind of despicable bastard who could leave whenever she wanted.

After dinner, Alexandra chased Catherine away and took Martin back to the apartment.

(End of this chapter)