Before ten o'clock, Kate Winslet left. Martin mixed three cups of sweet and sour mojitos and planned to leave after drinking them.

Kelly's words attracted his attention: "Benjamin, the director whom the company has collaborated with all the time, just gave me a script and he wants to make a theatrical movie."

She opened the bag she brought, took out a script, and handed it to Louise: "You are experienced, help me take a look."

Martin was very curious and didn't go over to it for the time being. The script involved commercial secrets, so he had to be more careful.

Louise only flipped through the first dozen pages and said: "You can find a bunch of them in the script library of any Hollywood film company. If you have been in Hollywood, B-level movies like this, the quality of the film is related to the script.

Not very big."

She bluntly said: "Zombies and vampires are the most vulgar B-level movie themes. The only new thing is that the vampire dancers have been replaced by vampire dancers."

Kelly suddenly turned to look at Martin: "Actually, the original idea came from Martin. He once played a dead corpse. He joked with me about letting the supporting actress pick up the corpse. I casually mentioned to Benjamin that Benjamin and Martin were in Gigolo.

I wrote this script based on my real resume of working in the club."

At this point, Martin had enough reason to interrupt: "Kelly, shouldn't you send me a red envelope and give me some royalties?"

Louise was slightly surprised: "You are really versatile, and you have also been a gigolo?"

Martin corrected: "The first bartender in the gigolo club." He then said to Kelly: "Did you tailor the script for me? I'm so touched, how should I thank you?"

Louise suddenly said: "Penicillin can cure everything, thank you for everything."

Kelly couldn't understand it at all: "What do you mean? Penicillin? What have you done that you dare not tell me?"

Martin and Louise looked at each other and smiled, but said nothing.

"You couple of bitches!" Kelly scolded with a smile, and then said: "If you want this script to be effective, it will cost at least 1 million US dollars. The cost mentioned by the director is all discounted. Once filming starts, who knows how much more will be needed."<

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Louise knew something about her friend: "Gray Company can't even come up with $1 million, right?"

Kelly said: "I plan to buy several GM factories and transform them into photo studios for rent. With the current situation of the automobile industry, it is impossible for GM to restart the ATL production center. The factory area is adjacent to a large cemetery.

Not very valuable."

The promotion to vice chairman gave Kelly confidence: "The preferential film and television policies introduced by Georgia can attract your crew and other crews in the future. Atlanta does not have a professional filming base. I am communicating with the city hall and the Free Association through the Free Association.

The state government, by the way, wants a subsidy for the construction of a film and television base."

Louise agreed: "You are right. Many companies in Hollywood are attracted by Georgia's tax breaks. Gray Company can provide supporting services and they are happy to cooperate. Kelly, you are a rookie in making movies, but in business,

I'm not as good as you."

Kelly picked up the script: "Once there is a problem with my capital chain, not only will the plan be seriously affected, the company will even go bankrupt."

Martin looked at Kelly. This woman was not stupid. He was able to catch her and climb up because she saw her worth as a gun.

Kelly held the wine glass and leaned against Louise: "Over there in Hollywood, you are spreading the news for me."

Louise, a female pervert, pinched Kelly's chin and looked at the mirror opposite: "If I don't help you, who else can I help? We are now in the same mirror."

Martin spread his hands: "Please pay attention to civilized language."

Kelly laughed. From the moment she tasted the cup of paper airplane, she was going to treat Martin as a gun.

This gun works beyond imagination.

Martin also guessed this, but he got what he wanted.

In this three-party transaction, no one seems to be losing money so far.

Louise saw Kelly putting away the script: "Really giving up?"

Kelly replied: "Unless there are sufficient funds."

Louise said to Martin: "Macho, you can even make a kettle, come up with a solution for Kelly."

Martin asked back: "If I think of it, do you dare to use it?"

"Tell me." Kelly didn't expect him, just joking.

Martin is not talking nonsense: "Kelly, you are... let me think about it, yes, you are Wendi Deng, Rupert Murdoch's wife Wendi Deng, and then you call those who want to be famous and say that there is a movie project that wants a leading actor.

You accidentally watched his performance, praised him as a genius, and wanted to participate and make money quickly."

Kelly frowned: "Such a low-level fraud?"

Martin shrugged: "You can't expect me to engage in financial scams. I have never been exposed to these two beauties. I'm just a nobody."

Instead, Louise said: "It is possible to succeed, but you must pretend to be a heavyweight."

"If the fraud is successful, the FBI will come to your door soon." Kelly can imagine the consequences: "Whether it is Wendi Deng or Kathleen Kennedy who is pretending to be someone, the other party will definitely put pressure on the FBI, and then I will be finished."

She casually said: "I would rather learn from Hollywood and cooperate with money laundering."

Louise couldn't help laughing: "Can you handle it?"

Kelly is confident: "I couldn't do it before, but after Kettle, I can do it without involving the powerful people in Atlanta."

Even in the new century, money laundering and secret operations are still the norm in this industry, and Kelly and Louise don't take it seriously.

Martin poured himself another glass of wine, sat on a chair, and sipped it slowly.

After a while, he asked Kelly: "Can I read the script?"

Kelly handed it to him: "Don't think too much, it's not tailor-made for you. Our friendship is a friendship and business is a business. I can still consider it if it's under US$500,000."

"I'm just taking a look." Martin continued to turn over the script.

The plot is a standard cheesy B-movie. A vampire gigolo uses male sex to seduce women, and eats the blood as an offering to the evil god. The sister who avenges her sister is willing to sacrifice her sex. After finding out the situation, she leads a group of strong-chested female hunters and rushes into the gigolo club.

A big melee.

Among them, the most important ones are the heroine and the boss of the vampire gigolo.

Martin has contacted many film crews, and based on a rough estimate based on the script, it would be difficult to get $500,000 for just the costume and action stunts.

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Saijo Street, black bar.

In the large private room on the second floor, Lin En was lying on the sofa, falling into a strange state, drifting and not knowing what was going on.

Adam Smith and Ward saw the dozen-page copy of the script he brought.

Ward said: "This vampire gigolo is tailor-made for you."

Adam Smith closed the script and picked up the information next to it: "Martin Davis stayed in the gigolo club. Lynn just mentioned that Benjamin wrote the script based on Martin."

He was extremely moved: "He's the leading actor in a theater movie!"

The relevant information Ward inquired about included various explicit information about Martin, such as living in the Clayton community, working part-time as an extra at the age of sixteen, working as a maintenance worker, owing loan sharks, and working as a bartender in the House of Beasts.

By chance, I joined the ATL Free Club and so on.

The private room door opened from the outside, and the boss Boyet and the Latin assistant Diego came in together.

"How's it going, Adam?" Boyette habitually picked up his crotch: "Is the new thing I gave you strong enough?"

Adam pointed at Lynn: "They are all good goods. Look at him, he is enjoying it."

Boyette sat next to Adam: "I heard from Ward that you encountered some troubles?"

Adam indicated the information with his eyes: "A jerk named Martin Davis is trying to steal my job."

"Where have I heard this damn name?" Boyet didn't remember it and said, "You can't lose your job. You can help me get in touch with those damn middle- and upper-class people and sell the goods at a high price!"<

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Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered: "Is the bartender at the Beast House opposite his name Martin Davis?"

Adam said: "Asshole Martin does work part-time opposite."

Boyette stood up suddenly and took out a gun from his crotch: "I want to kill him! There is news that the Beast House stealing customers was all this bastard's idea!"

Diego quickly reached out and grabbed Boyet: "No, don't!"

Boyette said: "He is just a poor boy from the slums!"

Diego took the pistol and handed the information to Boyet. Boyet looked down and was dazzled by a large paragraph of text: "I can't understand it."

"Martin Davis is an official social investigator of the ATL Free Association and has received a special honorary certificate from the Free Association." Diego has a clearer understanding of the social situation: "Now that the Free Association is making such a fuss, we really want to kill Martin Davis.

Weiss, will they ignore it?"

Boyette was impulsive and his head was not dizzy: "We are black people, no, you are not, you are not black either."

He lightly tapped Adam's forehead: "Man, make sure you get that damn job and don't let me see that you are worthless."

After Diego and Poyet left, Adam Smith and Ward looked unhappy.
Chapter completed!