America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

In late April, after Louise led the remaining crew members to Atlanta, "Wanted Order" officially began filming at the Gray Film and Television Base.

Martin's first scene was a fight scene, one where he had to hit someone.

In the set dressed as an office, all departments were preparing for the shooting.

The actor paired with Martin was a big-faced, potbellied fat man.

Facing Martin, he wore a smile filled with eagerness to please, "Hello, Martin, I'm Chris Pratt, your fan."

That sounded awfully familiar, every small Hollywood actor fancies themselves a fan when meeting a star. Martin took a keyboard from the prop master, smiled and nodded, "Hello."

Then he realized this fat man looked familiar. Upon closer scrutiny, it was indeed a young and chubby version of Star-Lord.

At this moment, the prop master said to Martin, "Be careful when you're holding it, most of the keys are loose and will fly off with a slight shake."

Martin understood and responded, "No problem, I know how to use it."

Once the prop master had left, Chris Pratt's chubby face leaned in and said, "Don't worry about me, just hit me with the keyboard as hard as you can. I've got enough padding on my face and body to take it."

In him, Martin saw himself from two years ago, the shameless version, and casually replied, "We'll shoot it normally."

"You can count on me, I won't cause any issues on my end," Pratt knew well that getting hit by the lead actor Martin was an opportunity to be seen and could even leave a lasting impression on the audience.

Hearing the assistant director ask the actors to get in position, he quickly said, "I'm going to get ready, call me if you need anything."

Director Leterrier looked toward Martin, and Martin gave him a thumbs up.

The clapperboard snapped, and the filming started,

Martin left his workstation, picked up the keyboard, and strode toward the door.

Pratt rose from a workstation near the door, blocking Martin's path and speaking his lines loudly.

Martin swung the keyboard and smashed it down.

Pratt cooperated by falling backward, keys flying everywhere.

That wasn't all; Martin swung the keyboard again, battering away chaotically.

It was like Chang Wei beating Brother Fu.

Then, discarding the keyboard, he flipped off the fat boss behind him as he left, delivering the standard American greeting that starts with "F."

"Very good, that takes the cut!" Leterrier was pleased with the first successful take and shouted, "Keep prepping."

Pratt, who was squatting, got up from the ground, shook his large belly vigorously, and some numeric keys fell out from under his shirt.

The next several scenes were all set against the backdrop of the office.

In front of Martin, Pratt was more sycophantic than Blake Lively, almost to the point of dropping his trousers and offering up his fat posterior.

In the rest area, Mene, who had recently shaved his head, said to Bruce, "I'm feeling a lot of pressure with him acting like that."

Bruce slung an arm around his shoulder, "When did we meet? What have you done for Martin, and what has Martin done for you? That idiot can't even compare."

More confident than before, Mene agreed, "Right, we're a team!"

On the first day of the shoot, Martin was in top form, and around ten, the crew took a break to regroup.

He went over to the resting area and took the phone Bruce handed him, checking the text. Louise and Kelly had invited him to dinner at noon.

A blonde temporary actress, playing a female office worker, came over.

She had shoulder-length blond hair and was quite beautiful.

Bruce, worried that Martin might forget, reminded him, "She's your former colleague from 'Zombie Dancer.'"

Catherine approached hesitantly but still plucked up the courage to greet him, "Hi, Martin, long time no see."

Martin remembered her, having worked with her on the Ma Zhen movie and "Zombie Dancer."

He was surprised, "Catherine, what are you doing here?"

He remembered she went off with one of Liongate Films' executives.

"I... I am a fool, clumsy and dumb," Catherine looked at Martin, radiant as the center of the whole crew, her heart indescribable, "The people at Lionsgate stirred up trouble between us and then lied to me about having a project. In reality, there was nothing."

Full of regret, she continued, "I trust people too easily. It's my fault that our relationship with you and Benjamin was stirred up."

Martin didn't say anything. Perhaps Lionsgate did lie to her, but stoking discord?

Catherine thought that if she hadn't made that wrong move, she could have made a name for herself in Hollywood, especially since Martin, who came up during the same period, had become a big star.

An opportunity, just one, and she could soar, "I was wrong about what happened before, I apologize to you," she said.

Martin long stopped caring about such trifles and waved it off, "Let bygones be bygones."

Catherine felt a surge of relief and pushed further, "I've also apologized to Benjamin, and Ben helped me get recommended to Marietta Agency, which landed me the chance to act in this film. Martin... "

Bruce's hand reached into his pocket, found his phone, and dialed with a single tap.

"Just focus on your job, let's leave it at that," Martin clearly understood the subtext in her words.

Catherine paused, then added, "For old times' sake, give me a chance."

Martin's phone began to ring. He looked down at the screen and said, "Sorry, I have an urgent call."

All Catherine could do was watch as Martin walked away.

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Seeing the person walk further and further away, he felt unwilling in his heart, but also helpless.

Originally on the same starting line, the actor had run so far ahead that he could no longer even see her silhouette.

As Martin walked on, he hung up the phone from Old Cloth and came out of the photography studio, standing in a shaded place to catch his breath.

Bruce and Mene followed from behind.

A battery car stopped nearby at that time, and a black man with a shaved head that came to a point like a cone descended from it, looking very comical.

It was obvious that this man was here for Martin.

Bruce did not recognize him.

Mene did, "He is Tayler Perry, a celebrity in the black film circle. His comedy 'Diary of a Mad Black Woman' was produced on a budget of 5 million US Dollars and raked in over 50 million in North American box offices."

Tayler spotted Martin from afar and made his way over, extending his hand even before he got close, "You're Martin Davis? I'm Tayler Perry."

Martin shook his hand, "Hello, I'm Martin."

"I am visiting here today and didn't expect to run into you," Tayler said politely. "I'm a fan of yours, I really liked 'Zombie Dancer' and even made a special trip to 'House of Beast' for a visit, which left a deep impression on me."

Martin, unsure of his intentions, responded politely, "'Diary of a Mad Black Woman', a comedy masterpiece."

Tayler laughed self-consciously, "You flatter me. It's just a display of a black man's glibness; it's nothing special, far behind you. Martin, you're now the hottest star in Atlanta."

With some ambiguity, Martin said, "I just got lucky and found an opportunity." He inquired, "You're from Atlanta too?"

"Moved here from Louisiana when I was 12 and grew up in South City," Tayler replied.

The southern part of Atlanta is predominantly black neighborhoods.

Impressed, Martin said, "That's remarkable."

He had almost no dealings with the people from South City; the only significant contact he had was with Boyette, the owner of the Black Bar opposite 'House of Beast', whose buttocks he had blown off with a shotgun. He was still sitting in state prison at the moment.

Tayler, a confident man after a brief evaluation of Martin, handed him a business card, "We're both Atlanta people, let's help each other in the future. I hope we can collaborate someday."

Martin exchanged cards with him, "I hope so, too."

Tayler got back on the battery car, waved, and drove off.

Martin asked Bruce, "Someone from South City?"

Bruce shook his head, "I haven't heard of him." He took out his phone and dialed Robert, "I'll ask."

Once the other side picked up and they talked for a while, Old Cloth hung up and said, "He wasn't involved in the acting circles of Atlanta before. He wrote, directed, and acted in his own plays. Later on, he went to New York to make his mark, and last year he brought a group of people back to Atlanta to film 'Diary of a Mad Black Woman'."

Martin's sensitivity toward South City was greater than most could imagine. Having been involved in many dirty deeds, he was always afraid that others would use his past against him, "Keep an eye on him, see if he has any connections with Boyette."

Bruce made calls to Jerome and Ivan at Vincent's side.

Martin returned to continue filming; all of today's scenes were focused on him, with no scenes involving the female lead, Fox. Jolie didn't even bother to come on set.

After work in the afternoon, once he had removed his makeup and come out, Pratt was waiting at the trailer's door.

As soon as he saw Martin, he immediately smiled and said, "Martin, do you have time tonight? Let's go out for a drink, my treat."

Martin shook his head, "Not tonight, I have an engagement."

Pratt's chubby face broke into two big grins, "No problem, we'll go another day when you're free."

Martin nodded and lightly patted him on the shoulder.

Pratt's smile grew even brighter; at least Martin hadn't refused his kindness.

Martin made a phone call on the way back, then went straight to the hotel where he was staying, arriving at the elevator at the same time as Jolie came down from upstairs.

She drew closer, "Teacher, I have a few questions I'd like to discuss with you."

Martin, spread thin already, had only to say, "Let's talk another time; I'm busy tonight."

Jolie was very curious, but it wasn't appropriate to ask directly.

When the elevator arrived, she decisively joined Martin inside.

Jolie found an excuse on the spot, "Forgot my phone."

They reached the floor where the luxurious suites were located, and she purposely walked behind Martin.

Turning into the hallway, the door to the suite at the very end opened; Kelly came out, smiling at Martin and knowingly giving him a few glances.

Martin discreetly gave a thumbs up, signaling he was ready.

Jolie stopped at the door to her own suite, stealing glances over as she swiped her card to open the door. The woman at the door with chestnut mid-length hair was somewhat unfamiliar, but she had been to that room; it was the suite where Louise Mel was staying.

As Jolie entered her room, she caught the last image of that woman and Martin passionately kissing before entering Louise's suite together.

Jolie leaned against the wall next to her door, one hand over her chest, exhaling deeply as her chest began to heave dramatically.

At that moment, she felt Martin's charisma was off the charts!

Ever since Martin split up with Annie-Hathaway and became a single man, his appeal to Jolie had dropped significantly. Then, as she took on the role of teacher and student with him, his appeal shot back up.

Now Martin had two female companions, one of them being her old friend Louise!

Jolie's legs started quivering with excitement.

To her, a bachelor was nothing special; she had a penchant for chasing after men who were either married or had steady mates.

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