Listening to these words, Martin thought of the non-stop drifting in his previous life, the traffickers roaming around Clayton, the corpses that fell in front of the muzzle of the shotgun.

Who wants to lie at the bottom and be a stepping stone?

Who wants to be squeezed out of all the essence like an ore?

Who wants to be whipped like a donkey and have to go around in circles?

Martin drank the wine in one gulp: "The one who holds me, I will kick him into hell; Whoever stands in my way, I will push him into the precipice; The one who is pressed on it, I'm going to throw him into the fire pit. Louise, no matter how bad the future is, can it be worse than I used to? ”

"What do I have to lose? If you fail, it's a big deal to come back and be a dancer, and it's a big deal to go to the Holy Valley to make a film! I don't want to be a poor ghost and be at the bottom for the rest of my life! ”

The left corner of his mouth smiled and said, "You know what? Adam Smith, who is most likely to be the protagonist of "Zombie Gilo", was captured by the DEA. ”

Louise understood as soon as she heard it: "I see. She laughed: "A bastard is a perfect match for a muddy mire." ”

"Please continue." Martin poured wine for the two of them again, no matter how much news and rumors he had read in his previous life, it was all watching the fire from the other side, far less than the personal experience of Louise as a producer.

"You want to really grow, get out of Atlanta and go to Los Angeles," Louise said. Joshua's preferential policies will attract more and more Hollywood crews, but Toronto, Australia and Morocco, which did similar things many years ago, can't be the birthplace of stars, and the main cast and crew of a normal Hollywood crew are finalized before they leave Los Angeles. ”

She pointed to Martin's mouth: "Accent, it's okay for you to play a marginal role with few lines with a southern accent, and a character with a lot of lines, no, you don't know a Hollywood accent." Of course, it doesn't matter if the zombie dancer is this kind of person, the character setting is the southern vampire zombie. ”

"Hollywood accent?" Martin was slightly stunned, but quickly understood: "The common accent in Hollywood movies, right?" ”

Louise reminded: "Daily self-correction, but also to find professional teachers to tutor, I have not found that Atlanta has a professional training institution, Hollywood accent and British accent to learn, can increase your core competitiveness." ”

Martin took it all to heart the advice of such professionals: "I'm going to Savannah College of Art in Atlanta tomorrow." ”

Louise said: "It's important not to hesitate when you see an opportunity, don't care if the means are despicable, whether you are shameless or not, winning is the most important thing." You win, everything in the past, everyone will call it inspirational; If you lose, no one cares if you're upright. ”

Martin suddenly said, "Can I do something about you?" ”

"What?" Louise, a drunkard and a pervert, her eyes drifted down unconsciously.

Martin raised his glass to add to the atmosphere: "My genius brain has come up with several cocktail ideas. ”

Louise gritted her teeth: "What a bastard! It's time to wallow in the mud for the rest of your life! You wait, I'll bite your mortar off and make it into a shaken! ”

How thick-skinned Martin was: "A flask for home-grown liquor?" ”

"No face, no skin, I don't know what shame is, you do have the potential to climb up, now give me a new formula." Hobbies are more appealing than work, and Louise makes no secret of it, making a straightforward deal: "This year...... I'm busy this year, and I have a drama producer going to Morocco. ”

She calculated the time: "In this way, if you go to Los Angeles around the New Year, I will recommend you to the agency, there is no problem with your acting skills, I have watched every scene you filmed, for the sake of you making me very satisfied, I will give you a little help." ”

Martin goes back to the beginning: "What about the zombie gigo? Putting down the funds aside. ”

Louise saw Martin bring pen and paper, write the name of the wine and the amount, and said: "The actor of a theatrical movie is a very important qualification. Bastard, remember this sentence, choose the crew and characters at the beginning stage, and would rather be the head of a flock of chickens than the tail of a phoenix. ”

She took the paper that Martin had written, kissed it hard, folded it and put it away carefully: "Most of Hollywood's film investment comes from platters, for example, my company, which never makes movies independently. ”

"Such a crew, there are always all aspects of relationships and interests that need to be balanced, even if I am the executive producer, I can't recommend an actor who has no ability and qualifications for an important role, the producer and the production company can't pass the hurdle, tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars in benefits, you think for yourself."

Martin sighed: "I have to get the actor of this million-dollar project first." ”

Louise thought of something happy and laughed happily: "When I recommend you, I can't always take out a clip of Ma Zhen, right?" ”

"Can I help find the funds, Kelly accept?" Martin mumbled: "She mentioned money laundering last time. ”

Louise doesn't care at all: "Money laundering is the norm in the film and television industry, and those platter projects in Hollywood are all laundered. Do a good job, keep a low profile, the key is to pay taxes in full, and everyone washes together. ”

She had another drink with Martin: "Most Hollywood movies are money-losing goods, but huge amounts of money are pouring in from all over the world, are investors stupid?" Let's just say that without a steady stream of black gold, there would be no prosperity in the film and television industry today. ”

Martin believes that because he has seen it, and Hollywood must be more than the flower over there.

Louise smiled even happier: "You can find a stable and controllable source of funds for Gray Company, when the two of us make a come, Kelly, a prodigal, will lie in the middle to help you and me." ”

Martin got to the point, stable and controllable.

He didn't say anything more, clinking glasses with Louise: "She's a prodigal, you're a pervert." ”

Louise is proud: "I'm from Hollywood. She looked at Martin directly: "It's not enough for cocktails, I want penicillin." ”

Penicillin or something, Martin is the best at it.

…………

At sunset, Saijo Street is bustling with people.

There was a long queue in front of the House of the Beast and the Black Bar.

Most male customers will go to the black bar for a drink first, wait for ten o'clock, and then hook up with the slut opposite.

Before the bar opened, Poyet was supervising the movement of liquor from his men when he suddenly received a phone call.

He pointed to Diego, then turned to the vicinity of the warehouse and asked, "What's the matter with that idiot Adam Smith?" ”

There were only two words that were said: "Let's go." ”

Listening to the sound of the phone hanging up, Poyet touched the crotch of his pants, took out his gun, and without informing his subordinates, went into the warehouse, opened a secret door, went in and closed it from the inside, picked up the flashlight that was ready on the side, and bent over and crawled forward.

He hadn't climbed far before he opened another door, entered the sewers, and ran down the sewers.

Came out of the booked position, quickly entered the apartment building next to it, opened a room, and changed clothes.

Poyet came to the window and looked at Saijo Street, where more than a dozen cars with DEA logos rushed by, surrounding the front and back of the black bar, and heavily armed agents quickly broke into the bar.

"These crazy people!" Poyet couldn't help but scold: "There are so many goods in Atlanta, why are you eyeing me?" Because I'm a black gang from the South City? ”

He raised his middle finger at the side: "You bastards who discriminate against blacks!" ”

Scolding and scolding, Poyet didn't dare to stay longer, opened the drawer and took out a car key, and hurried away from this area.

Driving in the car, his few brain cells are desperately turning far away, and everything he thinks has to do with Adam Smith.

Adam Smith was arrested, and Poyet didn't take the news seriously, just asked someone to inquire.

In the whole of Atlanta, there are not 1,000 companies doing this, but 800 of them.

The DEA is now knocking on the door.

Poyet recalls the last time he saw Adam Smith.

What the hell is wrong.