America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

At the rest area of the film set, Martin sat in a chair, watching other people's performances, while Silsa Ronan snuck over with a small digital camera and sat down next to him.

They could only speak after the director called cut.

Silsa took the camera and snapped a couple of photos of the set.

Martin asked, "Can you take pictures?"

"I talked to David, he's very nice, much easier to talk to than you," Silsa blurted out her true feelings before she could reel them back in, and decided to act as if nothing had happened, continuing, "David has allowed me to shoot as long as I don't disturb the crew's work, but the photos are not to be leaked."

Martin glanced at her, "God really isn't fair."

Silsa understood, "Being cute does get you preferential treatment, like Emma Watson."

"Stop, stop!" Martin, upon hearing this name, felt an abnormal scent waft past his nose, "Can we not bring up Miss Know-It-All?"

As if taking credit, Silsa said, "I'm very good at keeping secrets, I haven't mentioned this to anyone."

Martin reminded her, "If she finds out it was you, you will have endless trouble ahead." He seriously added, "Remember one thing, good deeds don't need to be signed."

"I understand," Silsa suddenly stood up, curtsied to Martin, "Talking with you always leads to lots of insights."

Like Elle Fanning, these young girls who mingle in the entertainment industry from a young age tend to mature earlier because of their exposure to the world, and Silsa, being smart, followed up on the previous conversation with a serious question, "Martin, can you be my teacher?"

Martin sized up Silsa, thinking of certain people and events, "I've had a female student before."

Flipping her braids back, Silsa asked, "May I know who it was?"

Martin waved his hand dismissively, "That's not necessary."
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But Silsa was set on Martin, "I hope to learn from someone handsome, mature, intelligent, and upright, for better development."

Martin glanced at Bruce and said offhandedly, "I can teach you photography."

Silsa was puzzled, but knew building a relationship with Martin wouldn't be easy; their interactions at Pine Forest Film Studio must have played a role, so she immediately said, "I've always wanted to find a photography teacher."

Martin had just said it casually, not really meaning it, "When I have time, I'll tell you what true photography is all about."

Just then, Silsa's agent called out, "Silsa, it's time for you to get ready."

"You go on, teacher," Silsa Ronan quickly entered the set.

Bruce stepped forward, whispering, "That girl sure has a sweet mouth, loves causing trouble, and can chat with anyone on set, even David Fincher can't stop praising her."

Martin found Bruce's description eerily familiar and asked, "Why do I feel like you're describing someone I know very well?"

Bruce coughed out a word, "You!"

Martin realized, "No wonder."

In a hushed tone, Bruce said, "Your last student was Angelina Jolie?"

Martin nodded, "I didn't teach her too badly, did I?"

"You taught her well," Bruce spoke his mind, "Taught her all the way to the bed."

As the shooting began, Martin and Bruce stopped talking.

Daisy in her teenage years, brought to life by Silsa's acting, flitted through the nursing home like a butterfly.

When this scene was finished, Bruce commented, "Although her curiosity is a bit too strong, she's got some smarts, as seen with the diaper gate incident."

Martin laughed, "A fourteen- or fifteen-year-old girl, willing to swallow her pride and plead to be my student, is more than just a little smart."

His thoughts wandered, "Since Silsa is an actress on set and definitely knows I'm the male lead, could it be that she really was just passing by that day at noon and happened to stumble upon us?"

Bruce said, "She has a history with us, so running into her can make for easy conversation."

Seeing the assistant director come their way, Martin picked up his crutches, "No more talk, I'm on."

Entering the set, Silsa Ronan came over to support him, "Teacher."

Martin listened to the assistant director's instructions and went through the movements with Silsa a couple of times, then the shooting began.

After several scenes were shot, the doors to the studio opened and the officially cast leading actress Cate Blanchett walked in.

Her expression was serious, and her naturally stern face showed not the slightest hint of emotion.

David Fincher sighed inwardly; just as Shia LaBeouf's situation had calmed down, another unstable element arrived, truly disheartening.

But as the actors he handpicked, he would have to continue shooting, even if it meant bloodshed.

Worried about potential disruptions, David Fincher left his director's chair and went over to greet her, "Hi, Cate, you're here."

Blanchett rewarded Fincher with a faint smile, "Whenever you can schedule my scenes, I'm ready to work."

David Fincher replied, "I have a plan in place, and I'll let you know when the time comes."

Remembering her agent's advice before arrival, Blanchett made a point of saying, "David, you don't have to worry, I'll be completely focused on work."

David Fincher breathed a sigh of relief; with one party willing to step back in a confrontation, matters would be much easier to manage.

"I'm looking forward to your wonderful performance," he nodded slightly.

Back in the director's chair, David Fincher gave an order, and the filming resumed.

Blanchett stood on the edge, watching Martin and the unfamiliar young actor perform, forcing herself to stay calm.

This young actor, he seemed quite spirited, and his acting appeared to be quite good.

Seeing this, Blanchett suddenly felt that he looked familiar, as if she had seen him at Pine Forest Film Studio.

She suddenly remembered that before she and Bale entered Pine Forest, she had caught a glimpse of a young girl loitering by the roadside, who seemed to be the one.

That Pine Forest!

Blanchett pressed one hand to her chest, as if hypnotizing herself, and silently chanted, "Don't think about Pine Forest, don't think about Pine Forest."

After several scenes were filmed, David Fincher announced a temporary break.

Martin and Silsa came out of the set together.

Silsa caught sight of Blanchett in a glance, with high awareness, she whispered, "Teacher, that Blanchett we dealt with at Pine Forest Film Studio has come."

Martin, holding his cane, gave her a look.

Silsa's voice dropped even lower, "I'm not wrong, am I? The ones who planted the bombs were you, me, and Leonardo, and together we severely sabotaged Bale and Blanchett."

She took the initiative, "Teacher, should I keep an eye on her, and when she hooks up and messes around again, take a picture?"

Martin asked, "Do you often do this?"

"No, I just shoot randomly for fun," Silsa said earnestly, "Last time at Pine Forest Film Studio, someone took photos and videos of the 'Pee Pants Gate' incident and sold them for a high price to the tabloids on Fleet Street, making several thousand pounds."

She slapped her hand excitedly, "If I could take that kind of photo of Blanchett, I could not only help teach her a hard lesson, but also sell it for money and buy some gifts for you, teacher."

When they returned to the resting area, Martin had just sat down when Silsa grabbed the water bottle from Bruce and, like a lackey, brought it to Martin, "Teacher, drink some water."

After Martin had taken a drink, she asked again, "My idea earlier makes sense, doesn't it?"

Martin handed the water bottle back to Bruce, "You've learned these tricks all by yourself now."

"No, no, it was others who inspired me." Silsa recalled Pine Forest Film Studio and the 'Pee Pants Gate,' her eyes wide and mouth open, but she spoke in a mosquito-like hum, "When I encountered you and Old Cloth, you were driving a golf cart from the Harry Potter set over there. It couldn't be... "

Of course, Martin wouldn't answer directly, saying, "Leonardo must have told you, knowing too much can get you silenced."

Silsa's eyes widened, she shut her mouth, tilted her head back, and leaned away from Martin as if in danger, yet her posterior was planted firmly next to him, and she was unwilling to budge.

Martin said, "It's fine to fool around, just don't stir up trouble. You're just a child star."

Silsa heeded the advice and nodded repeatedly.

"Someone's coming," Bruce alerted.

Martin and Silsa promptly ended their conversation and turned to look.

In the dimly lit studio, a swath of black cloth, like a ghostly shadow, drifted by.

Silsa, though young, emboldened by the support of Martin and Bruce, picked up a cane leaning to the side and swung it, ready to strike the ghost.

From inside the cloth came a voice, "Don't hit! Don't hit, it's me, Shia!"

Seeing Martin nod, Silsa gestured with the cane and sat back down.

Shia LaBeouf removed the messy cloth from his head and got down from the scooter hidden underneath, telling Silsa, "You look like a cute little girl, but you're rough and not right in the head."

Martin cut off his nonsense, "Do you have something to say?"

Shia LaBeouf asked, "Will this impress Jack Nicholson?"

Martin waved it off, "Not even close."

Shia LaBeouf deflated like a popped balloon, slumped, "I'll think of something else."

He got up and left, "Seems I'm not quite normal; I need to think of a method a normal person would use."

When he had gone a good distance away, Silsa asked, "Is he trying to do a performance art piece again?"

Martin shook his head, "Don't worry about him, just enjoy the show."

Silsa might not understand, but it didn't stop her from enjoying the spectacle, "I don't have many scenes, but my mom discussed with the crew that after I'm done shooting, I can stay a few more days with the crew to observe and learn."

Martin wouldn't interfere with someone else's freedom, "As you wish."

When it was almost time to wrap up for the day, Leading Actress Cate Blanchett left the studio first, and her agent Hilda Quill was outside waiting for her.

"How's it going?" Quill asked.

Blanchett said, "Martin was busy filming all the time; I didn't find a chance to talk to him alone. I'll wait until he's done."

Quill brought up the importance of the matter again, "The things you've faced seem to be orchestrated by Nicholson, but after a thorough investigation, I've found that Nicholson is semi-retired and has no direct conflict with you and Bale. Who is the one who truly has a conflict with both of you and is closest to Nicholson? Martin Davis."

She emphasized, "Martin's stature has risen, plus he's an American native and is deeply tied to Coca-Cola Group. We can't overpower him. Cate, it's far better for us to initiate peace than to continue conflict."