America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 646 A Special Golf Tournament

In the VIP lounge of the Los Angeles Country Club.

Martin and Leonardo have arrived, but Nicholson hasn't come yet.

"That old bastard, did Jennifer Lawrence drain him dry?" Leonardo glanced at his watch. "He's half an hour late!"

Martin remembered that the old bastard had suffered a heart attack, and took out his phone to make a call.

There was a knock on the door, Bruce went to open it, and Nicholson arrived.

He came in and sat on the sofa, panting heavily.

Martin asked, "Lawrence was thanking you like crazy last night?"

As Nicholson opened the bag, he said, "She wasn't thanking me; she clearly wanted to murder me, forcing me to cover her face in smears until I was done."

Leonardo DiCaprio asked in surprise, "You have that many?"

"It didn't work out." Nicholson pulled a large envelope from his bag. "I wanted to give Jennifer Lawrence her freedom, but she didn't want to leave."

Martin didn't hesitate to criticize: "You're 70 years old, and you're still a scumbag!"

Leonardo DiCaprio said, "What an old scumbag!"

Nicholson ignored the two idiots and tossed the envelope to Martin: "Take a look."

Martin took the envelope, opened it, and took out more than ten photos taken from different angles, each showing a corpse.

"It's done so quickly?" He recognized the six people above.

"Two hundred thousand dollars is very motivating," Nicholson said.

Leonardo came over, took a look, and said, "Mexico is a really chaotic place."

Martin put the photos in an envelope and handed it to Bruce: "Destroy them all."

Leonardo said, "Let's go to the training ground, we still have to vote today."

Nicholson, clutching his back, said, "I can't swing today, so I'll be filling out your ballots."

Three bastards came to the training course, having booked the entire course for the day. They had prepared names in advance and hung them on the course; whichever name a golf ball hit would be chosen as the winner.

Martin and Leonardo are both terrible golfers, their shots are purely by chance, so we can guarantee fairness.

Nicholson was filling out the ballot with a sore back, but he kept talking: "We should make a documentary about Oscar voting."

Martin swung his cue and hit the white ball, which landed in empty air. He turned around and said, "The title will be '108 Ways to Ensure Fair and Just Oscar Voting'!"

Leonardo came over carrying his golf clubs: "The academy should pay us royalties and promote it widely."

This voting method was much more troublesome than throwing darts; it took the three of them almost the entire morning to get the voting done.

After leaving the training ground, Bruce drove a golf cart and took them to the club restaurant.

The buffet lunch here is of good quality and tastes quite good.

Martin selected his food and carried his tray to the table where Nicholson and Leonardo were sitting, only to find an unfamiliar man sitting there.

The man was very polite. He stood up and said, "Hello, Mr. Davis, my name is Braun, an entertainment agent."

Martin pulled out a chair, sat down, and looked at Nicholson and Leonardo.

The latter said, "Braun has recommended a completely new way of playing golf."

Martin was somewhat curious, wondering if it was even more extravagant than the entertainment in the port city.

Braun sat down, opened a tablet, and introduced, "Here's the thing, there will be a special golf tournament this weekend. The participants are all very distinguished and successful people like the three of you. In addition to using the tournament to create a social platform, the organizers will also ensure that the tournament is fun."

Nicholson was skeptical: "What kind of golf haven't I played?"

Braun opened the photo album on the tablet, pulled up a picture, and placed it between Martin and the other two for them to see.

A very beautiful and sexy blonde woman is lying on the golf course.

From Martin's perspective, the lush green lawn sets off two high hills, with a golf ball set up between them.

Beside the hill, a man whose face was not captured in the photo swung his golf club, preparing to hit the ball.

Braun clicked on the next picture, still on a golf course, this time with a red-haired woman lying down.

Perhaps due to the low winter temperatures, some of the grass turned brownish-red.

Right there in this patch of grass, a ball stand stood steadily, with a golf ball on it as well.

Although Nicholson isn't a very good player, he's followed trends and played many different styles over the years, but he's never tried anything this fancy.

Leonardo asked curiously, "How can the ball base be so stable? Won't it fall off?"

Martin casually remarked, "It must be a special design."

Braun said, "Yes, the ball base is specially designed so it will never fall off."

With the knowledge of the trio of bastards, they naturally understood what the so-called special design was.

Braun, remembering the infamous trio of bastards, deliberately clicked on a video. The first thing that appeared in the video was the blonde woman in the first picture.

Then, the man standing next to her swung his club, but perhaps because he was too bad at the game, he hit someone instead.

The ball flew out, the hills shook violently, and then grew even higher.

Martin looked away; if it were facing him directly, it could have seriously injured someone.

Braun turned off the tablet and said, "The three of you, would you like to join? We offer free transportation, and the admission ticket is only $3999. We'll handle any problems that arise; it's none of your business!"

Nicholson glanced at Martin and Leonardo, both of whom shook their heads slightly.

The trio of bastards are indeed despicable, shameless, and vile, notorious in Hollywood, and they love to cause trouble, but definitely not in this way.

Nicholson remarked curiously, "This unique way of playing golf is something most people wouldn't think of."

Braun lowered his voice: "Let's be frank, Tiger Woods invented it."

Hearing this name, Martin wasn't surprised at all, after all, Tiger Woods is no ordinary person.

Nicholson, satisfied with his curiosity, said, "We're all traditional, old-fashioned guys. We don't like these new things. Go find someone else."

Braun was quite surprised, as he had assumed the three were high-quality clients.

Martin said, "Please don't disturb our meal, thank you."

"I'm sorry." Braun remained polite throughout, quickly packed his things, and left.

Nicholson looked at Leonardo: "You're not interested?"

Leonardo DiCaprio said, "I have always respected women."

"And you?" Nicholson asked Martin.

"Putting aside respect, with my novice skills, I could cause them serious harm," Martin said bluntly. "I have no grudge against them, so why would I want to hurt them?"

Leonard thought about it. Although Martin was very aggressive and would bite like a mad dog if you provoked him, he never seemed to have ever been ruthless to people he had no grudge against.

Nicholson said, "Someday we'll bring Megan Ellison over, have her lie on a golf ball, and let you play golf."

Just like he did with Bell, Martin never showed mercy to those who stood against him: "Great idea, Jack, it's up to you now, I'm waiting for this day!"

After lunch and a short rest, the three mailed out their Oscar ballots on their way back to Los Angeles.

Martin had something to do in the afternoon, so instead of going to the Nightclub to wash his face with Leonardo and Nicholson, he went to the Disney Studios.

With Hollywood film crews moving away from California for filming on a large scale, traditional studios have long been in decline, with Disney and Warner Bros. being relatively busier.

The two-story office building next to a medium-sized film studio has now been cleaned up, and the studio has also given its exterior a fresh coat of paint.

When Martin arrived, Marius, Alexandrovich, and Olina were moving office supplies into the office building with several employees who had come to support Davis Studio.

The "Napoleon's Beauty Gate" studio, with its own separate financial accounting, has been established here.

Aside from sending a separate treasurer and other personnel, Martin entrusted the actual production of the film to Alexandrovich's small team.

"The script is all finished, and we are confident that we can complete filming and production this year." Alexandrovich has lost a lot of weight these days, but he knows this is a rare opportunity: "Martin, you have given us the greatest support, and we have no way to repay you. We will definitely produce our best film."

Olina chimed in, "We've never met an investor as straightforward as you before. Those who invest in film projects in Ukraine are particularly stingy and like to interfere recklessly..."

Martin nodded: "Ukraine is a good place. If I have the opportunity, I will invest there."

Alexandrovich immediately replied, "I also have some connections in Ukraine, which might be able to help you."

Martin laughed and patted the shorter Alexandrovich on the shoulder: "Alright, I'll be counting on you then."

Alexandrovich said, "I will do my best."

Martin said about the work: "The second funding will be transferred to the studio's account soon. Speed ​​up your preparations here. Actors and staff can go to WMA to find Thomas Lane. WMA can provide everyone they need."

As one of Hollywood's top talent agencies, WMA had no difficulty assembling all the necessary personnel, both in front of and behind the camera, for such a small project.

Martin has already told Thomas that he will take care of all of this.

Alexandrovich said, "I have spoken with Tomas twice and we are ready to cast Svetlana as the lead actress."

Martin, the scumbag, had almost forgotten about the Russian actress and casually nodded: "Okay."

Alexandrovich then asked, "The other actors...?"

Martin didn't have the time or energy for these trivial matters: "You guys discuss it with Thomas and figure it out."

Alexandrovich understood that these were all trivial matters in Martin's eyes, which meant that he had delegated authority to the three of them.

This is also a form of trust.

He is far from becoming a saint and is not yet one of the protagonists of the future world, so he is somewhat grateful.

After a moment's hesitation, Alexandrovich added, "I have another idea, also a comedy, about a Ukrainian celebrity who eventually becomes president."

Martin looked at him and said, "You're starting already?" He continued, "Take your ideas into writing and give them to me."

(End of this chapter)