America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 638 We'll also make one

In the Valley area north of Los Angeles, an ordinary black minivan drove into the film studio.

Before they became famous, Bruce and Martin had come here to watch Jenna Jameson filming, so they were very familiar with the place now.

The car stopped at the entrance to the studio's emergency exit, and Martin, Julie, and Aniston got out one after the other.

Jenna Jones is waiting here: "You've arrived."

Jolie smiled and said, "Was today's scene very exciting?"

Jenna said, "I won't let you down." She then turned to Martin, "Thank you for your authorization."

"We're old friends." Martin shook her hand. "No need to be so polite."

Jenna then greeted Bruce, who had followed behind, and led the group up to the second floor: "This area was originally used for overhead filming, but it's not needed for today's scenes. You can watch from the second floor."

She opened a door: "I need to go back to filming."

Aniston said, "You're busy, don't worry about us."

Martin and his group entered the room and found that there was another person inside, who turned out to be his old neighbor.

When Mr. Jones saw Martin, he came over and hugged him: "Thank you so much for coming to support Jenna."

He then shook hands with Julie and Aniston one by one, saying, "Thank you, thank you."

Martin introduced, "This is Mr. Jones, an old friend of mine and my neighbor from Sherman Oaks. He is Jenna's father."

The first part was normal enough, but the last sentence made Julie and Aniston feel like they were struck by lightning.

An elderly father came to the Sacred Valley to watch his daughter film an art movie, which really created a wonderful artistic atmosphere.

If it were just directing, that would be one thing, but the problem is that the daughter is not only the director, but also the leading actress.

Julie and Aniston couldn't understand it.

But Martin was used to it, and he and Mr. Jones went to the glass window to chat about recent interesting things.

Although Aniston found it strange, she still went to Martin's side.

Julie naturally followed.

Then they overheard Mr. Jones saying to Martin, "Pitt is famous, but he's a newcomer in this industry, so his skills are definitely lacking. Jenna is a Best Actress winner, so she can handle him with ease."

What could Martin say besides nodding in agreement?

Mr. Jones added, "I hope Jenna can win another Best Actress and Best Director award and become a true role model in this industry."

Martin reminded them, "Let's not talk when we start filming."

Below, Brad Pitt, dressed in a suit, walked onto the set, which had been decorated as a sugar storm scene, albeit in a much simpler way.

Wearing a coat and tall leather boots, Jenna left the director's seat and shouted to the prop master, "Create a sugar storm!"

Two burly men were unloading bags of powdered sugar from the back of a truck.

The blower then started turning, and a small amount of powdered sugar floated up with the wind, turning into a light white mist.

Filming began, and the opening scene was remarkably similar to one in "Gone Girl," with the male and female leads entering the set one after the other.

But things soon changed; the art scenes featuring the male and female leads were all real art.

Although Pitt has done this kind of scene countless times in real life, this was his first time filming it. As a novice, he was bound to make mistakes. Jenna, who was both the director and the female lead, had to call a stop from time to time to make the necessary adjustments.

Filming was intermittent, and the male lead had to maintain his condition at all times, which was not easy at all.

During a break in filming, Jenna left the set and returned to the director's seat to check on the shots being filmed. Mr. Jones shook his head as he watched: "This Brad Pitt isn't up to par. I used to come and watch the filming, and those male actors were as fierce as animals. Sometimes I had to talk to them before filming and tell them to be gentler and more tender during the shoot."

He sighed. "This Pete, am I supposed to go down and tell him to use more force?"

Martin was used to Mr. Jones's words and simply didn't reply.

Julie and Aniston were trying very hard to suppress their laughter.

Filming resumed, and this time, in addition to Pitt, Jenna called over the two muscular men who had been removing sugar powder to join them.

One of them was a bit mischievous, probably out of envy and jealousy, always rubbing against Pitt, making Pitt seem very dangerous.

Before long, both Julie and Aniston wanted to pull Martin away.

Jenna, who was taking a break from filming, came up from downstairs with a notebook rolled up into a tube in her hand and said, "Pete just mentioned something to me, can we talk about it for a bit?"

Martin looked slightly surprised: "He knew we were coming?"

"I don't know." Jenna was always reliable: "Nobody knows you're coming today except me."

She handed the script to Martin: "Pitt wrote a script and just showed it to me. I found the content of the production a bit strange."

Martin took it and glanced at it. The script was called "Eternal Love." As he read through the contents, his lips twitched involuntarily.

Seeing his strange expression, Julie couldn't help but walk over and look at Martin's face. After reading only one page, she covered her mouth and laughed.

Aniston also came over, peeking out from the other side of Martin. Her eyes widened immediately when she saw the script. Why did the plot in the script look so familiar? It was as if she had experienced it herself.

Julie laughed heartily and said to Aniston, "Isn't this about us? It's hilarious!"

Aniston's ex-wife instincts kicked in, and she hissed angrily, "That bastard Pete, he still won't leave us alone!"

Martin quickly skimmed through the script and handed it back to Jenna.

Jenna asked, "This script..."

Martin shrugged. "I don't care."

He really doesn't care about this kind of thing. To be honest, if the other party changes their name or takes pictures at will, it doesn't infringe on copyright.

For example, too many Hollywood biopics are made without authorization.

Martin looked at Julie and Aniston: "What are your opinions?"

"Of course we have to film it!" Julie, of course, wouldn't care about such things. Not only did she not object, she was quite excited, asking Jenna, "Director Jones, if we're going to film this script, do you have enough budget? Can I invest in it?"

Aniston tried to speak, but Julie covered her mouth.

Julie said, "If you object, I'll fire you and replace you with Charlize Theron."

Aniston pulled her hand away: "You dare!"

Julie said, "Why not? It'll be something new." She whispered in Aniston's ear, "Think about it, it's always better to have Jenna direct than anyone else."

Aniston understood immediately and conceded: "Fine, let him write this kind of script. Even if he had the guts, he wouldn't dare use our names."

Martin turned and looked at the two of them.

Julie said directly to Jenna, "Don't mention our names, and don't make any allusions to our looks, you understand."

Jenna assured her, "I will be very careful about these things."

"Have a good shoot." Martin glanced at the screen, then prepared to leave: "We won't disturb your shoot any longer."

Jenna saw Martin and the other three out the side door.

As soon as they got in the car, Julie said to Bruce, "Bruce, let's go to the hotel."

Bruce replied, "Twenty minutes."

In just over ten minutes, he drove his car into the underground parking lot of a hotel.

Before Martin led Julie and Aniston into the room, he had Bruce check them to make sure there were no problems.

Once inside, Aniston pulled a miniature camera from her bag and said, "How about we make one too?"

Julie agreed: "Great!"

They all agreed, and Martin certainly wouldn't object.

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On North Hollywood Valley Boulevard, a black Lexus is parked on the side of the road near a Mexican restaurant.

The middle-aged man wearing sunglasses picked up the black leather bag from the passenger seat, got out of the car, glanced at the restaurant sign to make sure he was in the right place, and then went into the restaurant.

A Mexican man wearing a Dodgers baseball cap glanced at him and asked, "Dreett?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "I'm looking for the Newell Brothers."

"That's us." Romero gestured for him to follow and led him to the back of the restaurant.

Dreit soon encountered a kind-looking Mexican man sitting in a booth, eating a common tortilla. At the next table were two Mexican tattooed men.

Rodriguez put down his fork, casually wiped his mouth, and asked, "You're the one who wants to buy information?"

Dreit smiled. "I heard you have news about Martin Davis and his new project?"

"That's right, exclusive inside information," Rodriguez said. He glanced at the briefcase the other man had brought. "I've been in Hollywood for many years and I've never seen anyone like Martin Davis. Every film he chooses is a success. Even Tom Cruise, Will Smith, and Leonardo DiCaprio at their peak couldn't do that."

This is also the key to attracting Dreit. Over the past six years, Martin Davis's choice of films and roles has been commercially successful. Even "The Reader," which had the worst box office performance and was too artistic, still made a profit solely from its box office performance.

Dreit was no ordinary man; he pulled a wad of dollars from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Diego and De Paul swallowed hard.

Rodriguez remained calm and composed, saying without changing his expression, "That's not enough."

Dreit took out another stack, put it together, and placed his hand on top: "I've shown you my sincerity."

"The Davis Studio just moved offices, and Martin Davis ordered a safe." Rodriguez paused.

Dreit returned the money to his subordinate.

Rodriguez checked the money; it was real. "We went to deliver the safe, went into Martin Davis's office, and on his desk, we saw some scripts."

Upon hearing the script, Dreit's eyes lit up. This wasn't just a script; it was about hundreds of millions of dollars in profits.

Rodriguez continued, "No one would be foolish enough to keep too much valuable money in their office. Martin Davis must have bought that safe to store scripts."

Dreit believes this makes sense; Martin Davis only keeps scripts he likes in a safe.

He asked, "Continue."

Rodriguez said, "You can only buy this kind of information with your money."

Dreit frowned: "Are you kidding me?"

Rodriguez said, "I've already told you where the script is; you can try to see it yourself."

(End of this chapter)