America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Awards and Male Lead (Alliance Hie

Dawn broke, and the female artists departed on a bus as the villa finally quieted down.

Wes Craven, wrapped in a brand-new robe, went up to the second-floor terrace to enjoy the azure sea view.

Martin ca up from behind and stood by the railing, greeting him, "Morning, Wes."

Craven, refreshed and clear-headed, asked, "Did you co up with all this?"

"Most of it," Martin turned around and motioned for soone outside to co in. Waiting for ne to enter, he said, "And him, he did a lot of the preparation work for ."

Craven inquired, "What's your na?"

ne looked at Martin before responding, "ne Seth, a minor actor."

Craven nodded, "I'll rember you. If there's anything, I'll have Martin contact you."

ne, surprised and quite excited, wanted to say sothing but knew his own mouth was prone to causing trouble, so he just nodded vigorously before departing from the terrace.

Craven asked, "Got any cigars?"

Martin went to fetch a cigar for him.

Craven sat at the table, leisurely lighting his cigar, and comnted, "I've seen 'Zombie Stripper' that you starred in."

Martin wasn't surprised; Craven had co to attend the party and would certainly have done his basic howork on the host. He promptly replied with a smile, "It's my honor."

"Quite an interesting performance," Craven boasted for himself, "I had as much zest in my youth."

Martin complinted, "Wes, you're in your pri even now; I can imagine how impressive you were back in the day."

Ah, n care about these things, and Craven laughed heartily, "I'm getting old, not what I used to be. Last night, I struggled with both Freddy and Jason."

Changing the topic abruptly, he asked directly, "Martin, with this interesting party you've thrown, what do you want?"

Martin responded, "'Zombie Dancer' has been nominated for the Best Young Actor at the Saturn Awards."

Craven took a puff of his cigar, "I see, a trifle."

To soone like Wes Craven, things that actors of Martin's caliber couldn't hope for often seed insignificant.

Martin changed the subject, asking, "What would you like for breakfast?"

Craven exhaled a mouthful of smoke, "It's almost noon, can't waste last night's interesting stakes, I plan to bankrupt Patrick!"

Martin ntioned, "They're still sound asleep."

"Look at them, nowhere near as tough as us two," Craven said with pride. "If they don't take care of themselves, they won't be able to have fun in the future."

Martin, keenly capturing that Craven was particularly concerned and fond of boasting about n's prowess, purposefully asked, "Wes, do you have any secrets for maintenance? Could you share a tip with ?"

Craven replied, "You're young now and talented, you don't need it."

Martin insisted, "I want to be as full of fire as you later on."

Those words hit ho for Craven, who laughed again and said, "There are no secrets really, it's mostly natural talent and then it's about exercising regularly and eating more at."

Martin nodded, "I really wish I had a strong body like Jason's, with strong recovery abilities too."

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Rembering last night's Jason, Craven was still feeling elated. Combined with his fondness for Martin, he asked, "If your whole family was killed by a psychotic murderer, what would you do?"

Seizing the opportunity, Martin declared, "I would turn dark, beco more twisted than the murderer!"

Craven gestured casually, "Do a performance."

Martin adjusted his breathing slightly and imrsed himself in a new role, presenting a performance of a revenge-crazed maniac.

Craven's cigar rested in his hand, unwavering as he watched Martin's performance with great attention. Martin's acting was far superior to Depp's in "Nightmare on Elm Street."

"That will do," he called a stop to Martin's act. "Give your contact info and keep it open."

Martin nodded, "You can reach anyti."

The two chatted idly on the terrace, their topic never straying from won.

Hearing Martin bring up aerial acrobatics, Craven couldn't hide his envy, "I never tried that when I was younger and in shape, now I wouldn't dare."

Martin suggested playfully, "Get a crane, design a rotating box, swing back and forth in the air."

Craven expressed his admiration, "You really know how to have fun."

"Right, Martin knows how to play best." Patrick joined them on the terrace, comnding, "Those nurses last night were so enticing, terrifying and sexy at the sa ti, more heart-racing than the T800."

Martin laughed, "Robert, you're not right in the head."

Patrick pulled up a chair to sit down, "Don't sweat the small stuff; last night was great."

Zomi, Benjamin, Alexander, and Michel also arrived at the terrace, utterly pleased with the previous night's party.

Their conversation drifted from won to films, heatedly engaging in the topics.

Wes Craven said directly, "I have a new idea, which is also about a group of psychotic killers, but what's different this ti is that I want to further integrate the concept of family. The tragic deaths of his family mbers will ignite the courage within the male protagonist, and in the end, he slaughters that group of psychopaths in an even wilder manner."

He announced it in front of everyone because he wanted people to know that Wes Craven is a man of the scene, not a miser, "Haven't you guys noticed a fact? Martin is even more twisted than the psychos, so he's the most suited for this role."

Patrick chid in appropriately, "Wes, you're not planning to throw a wild party on set, that's why you specifically picked Martin, this screw-up, are you?"

Craven laughed heartily, "That's a great idea, Robert, I'll definitely call you up when it's ti."

Michel asked in surprise, "You're not going to invite us?"

Craven replied, "You screw-ups, not one of you can be missed!"

Martin said earnestly, "I need to think carefully if there are any new tricks to play. Right, you guys help co up with ideas, one person can think of only so many."

The others echoed in agreent.

After so laughter and jokes, Craven returned to the main topic, "Martin, I will soon put together a film crew, and the script might be finished a bit later. I'll give you a call when it's ti for you to co get the script."

"No problem," Martin responded.

The money spent on the party was well worth it.

Indeed, n who have been through the trenches together have extraordinary relationships.

Martin also truly understood why there were so many group parties in Hollywood.

At this ti, Benjamin asked, "The film crew is almost set up, and the script isn't finished yet?"

Craven was surprised, "Isn't that normal?"

Patrick explained to his fellow townsman, "In Hollywood, it's often the project and the film crew that co first, then the script."

Benjamin understood, "No wonder screenwriters have a lower status."

Craven, who started as a screenwriter, said, "Who the hell would be a pure screenwriter if they can be the lead actor, director, or producer."

Alexander Aga pitched in, "I do have a story idea, Wes, it matches your story quite well."

Craven replied, "Did I give you my contact information yesterday? Alright, find a day when you're free to et with , we can sit down and have a good chat. Right now, all I can think about is bankrupting Robert."

Patrick looked at his watch and said, "Guys, it's almost noon. I lost yesterday and a bet is a bet. Let's head out now to Lemon Acid Restaurant for a French feast."

Everyone left the restaurant to find their rooms and change clothes.

When Martin ca out, he found Alexander Aga leaning by the door waiting for him. He pulled Martin over, put an arm around his shoulders, and asked, "What's up?"

Alexander said, "Nothing much, just wanted to say thanks. I've just arrived in Los Angeles, and you helped et Wes Craven. I make horror films, and Craven's influence in the Hollywood horror and thriller industry is enormous. His word could save years of effort."

Martin shook his shoulder, "We all have to fend for ourselves in this circle, it's all about helping each other. The more people you know, the wider your network, the easier your path in the future. You never know when I might need your help."

"That's true," Alexander said with a laugh, "Michel told you're an outstanding actor. Maybe we could collaborate so ti."

Martin responded, "As long as the opportunity is right, that's no problem at all."

The group assembled in front of the villa and then got into their cars, heading straight for downtown Los Angeles.

Bruce, the professional cleaner, stayed behind to deal with the cleaning and other issues, making sure not to leave any trace of Martin and the others.

The one driving Martin now was the loyal ne.

Before leaving, Martin took the ti to introduce him to everyone.

ne didn't stop talking from the mont Martin got in the car, "Boss, whatever you need to do, just command . I'd even blow Antonio without furrowing my brow, or let Old Cloth take the back door willingly!"

Martin warned, "Careful, or Old Cloth might get rid of you."

ne hurriedly said, "Forget that last part." He tried to look serious, "Over the years, I've acknowledged quite a few people, but as soon as they saw an opportunity, they kicked to the curb. That's nothing like you, Boss Martin, who fights for my chances right in front of ."

Martin waved his hand, "All these are small matters, I wouldn't let you have a leading role opportunity even if I had one."

ne swore, "Anyone who dares to steal your leading role, I'll fight them to the death. Boss Martin, I can't guarantee much else, but I've chard many older won. Just let sweet talk them a bit, and although pulling strings might not be easy, digging a little pit for soone is no challenge."

Martin said, "If needed, I won't be polite with you."

ne, beaming with joy, said, "My talents with words and wit are ranked in the entire club… no, in the whole of Los Angeles."

Martin rembered the casting director, "Don't lose touch with Mary Gale. It's always ten tis luckier to look for won than n."

ne was aware of this area, "I don't want to get blasted either."

n with normal orientations don't want to be gay; the idea of doing or being done is unacceptable.

The group arrived in Los Angeles. Patrick had already booked seats at Lemon Acid Restaurant the day before. The French cuisine was too sophisticated, and the atmosphere was sowhat eerie with a bunch of n dining together.

Craven said, "We should have gone for Brazilian barbecue."

Martin replied, "Next ti we have a party, let's go to a more relaxed restaurant."

After a communal lunch, the group of n, who had sharpened their guns together, decided not to drink anymore and went their separate ways.