America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

The black sedan stopped in front of the North Hollywood Apartmt. Thomas was just about to take out his phone wh Martin came out of the trance, pulled op the passger door, got into the car, and said, "Let's go, Warner Bros. Studios."

Today was the final of auditions.

Thomas started the car and headed for Burbank.

After driving through an intersection, he realized something wasn't right and quickly figured it out, "Why ar't you driving? Martin, I'm your agt, not your driver."

"Don't fuss over these trivial matters," Martin shifted Thomas's atttion effortlessly, "I have to attd an audition shortly and need to stay ergized."

Thomas accepted this explanation, not only driving at ease but also maintaining a smooth speed to prevt any discomfort for Martin, as atttive as a personal chauffeur.

The clit's opportunities were also his.

Martin pulled down the sun visor and tidied up his cropped hair in the mirror.

Thomas said, "No problem, Mary Gale detests the Beatles look and prefers m with clean and crisp short hair."

The car arrived at Warner Bros. Studios and parked in the lot.

Before getting out of the car, Thomas couraged Martin, "We've prepared for so many days, utilized all our biggest contacts, and nailed down every detail, all for today!"

Martin seriously said, "Ev if Susan Levin wants me to go to a hotel with her, it's no problem for me."

Thomas waved his hand dismissively, "She just got gaged to Robert Downey Jr., she wouldn't."

The two arrived at the studio trance and transferred to a golf cart.

Midway, Martin took out his phone to make a call, "Robert, it's me, Martin, I need to talk to you about something."

Inside the Marietta Community Theater, Robert headed to the sales booth near the trance upon seeing the call, while saying, "I know, a cola, right? I'm on it, I'll buy it now and put it on the table facing Los Angeles."

Martin laughed, "Old buddy, thanks."

Robert bought a can of cola and wt to his office, where his desk had officially be moved to the west side, always equipped with olive oil.

He smeared olive oil on the can and placed it at the far west d.

Martin and Thomas reached the film crew's base and tered a small soundstage.

Outside the audition room, in the waiting area, were six or sev young actors in their twties.

Martin hardly recognized any of them, and his memory from his past life offered no corresponding faces.

The only one he recognized, Adrian with his dark brown medium-lgth hair, approached proactively.

Martin feigned ignorance, "Buddy, did you come especially to cheer me on? Thanks." He stepped forward and whispered, "Really, there's no need, I'm just here for a formality."

This remark made Adrian think of Jason Shawn again, the biggest threat of all.

These past few days, he and his agt focused all their atttion on Jason Shawn, ev investigating the funds Paris Hilton brought into the group, which, appartly, exceeded Pacific Pictures'.

Adrian smiled, "Not just to cheer you on, I also came to witness the audition of a lead actor in a commercial film."

Martin, looking at the smiling face before him, really wanted to punch him until his face burst into bloom, but noticing his medium-lgth hair, he raised his fist and bumped it against Adrian's, "Buddy, good luck!"

Adrian, spotting the handsome face across from him, felt disgusted but managed to force out, "Brother, let's both do our best."

Martin and Thomas found seats.

The latter th said, "Do you see? It's not that I'm not trying. The competition within the company is just as intse. If you don't show your value, the company won't invest more resources in you."

Martin knew it wasn't ough to just whip, he also had to dangle a carrot, "The connection I'm using, Louise Mel, doesn't involve much company resource."

Thinking of Louise Mel under Martin, Thomas felt he needed to work ev harder.

Clits are signed with the company, and there are plty of cases where they switch to a new agt if dissatisfied with the currt one.

Meanwhile, Adrian, alone in the corridor, called up his lackey Tony and asked, "Has he not arrived yet?"

On the other d, Tony replied, "The guy at the hotel trance said he left the hotel alone; he should be here soon."

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Adrian pressed, "There can't be any mistakes."

Tony laughed, "After all we've done against him these days, we won't have wasted our time and effort for nothing, you can count on me."

Adrian hung up, took out the SIM card, wt into the bathroom and flushed it down the toilet.

Outside, in the parking lot, Tony crushed the SIM card and tossed it into a trash can.

He returned to his car and waited patitly.

In the audition schedule provided by the film crew, Martin's audition time was t o'clock in the morning.

There were four people before him, each coming out in less than t minutes on average.

The door to the audition room oped, and an assistant said, "Martin Davis."

Martin turned off his phone, took long strides into the audition room, swiftly surveying the space.

A woman in her fifties with glasses and a wrinkled face sat at the forefront; she was the casting director, Mary Gale.

Next to her sat Susan Levin.

Behind, there were at least eight other people.

Two were playing video games, nepotism was everywhere.

Martin greeted them, "Manager Levin, Director Gale, good morning."

Susan merely nodded her head.

"Good morning," Mary's gaze settled on Martin's face, the light brown refined short hair looking smart and appealing.

While she wouldn't judge on looks alone, what normal woman wouldn't want to take another look at a handsome man? She said, "Start whever you're ready with the script for the role."

Martin had thoroughly prepared and quickly slipped into character, starting the sce with the audition assistant.

Susan Levin, supporting her chin with one hand, occasionally looked at the camera scre. Louise, the drunk, had made a reliable recommdation; the actor had no issues.

Of all those who completed the audition, he was the one with the most outstanding acting skills.

Perhaps the role resonated with him?

During the scriptwriting period, Susan requested that the screwriter change the character setting since Nick Jones was merely a supporting actor for the heroine.

A person who had be in jail for stealing cars.

This was exactly the kind of reformed prodigal that Susan adored.

Susan believed that the bitterness of life could temper a person, and those who dured the suffering would shine brightly.

The audition ded quickly. After dismissing the actors, Susan routinely asked, "How about Martin Davis?"

Mary had no authority to decide, so she simply said her first impression: "Very good."

Meanwhile, Jason Shawn was driving his car toward Warner Bros. Studios.

His rectly styled gold blonde hair made him look quite spirited.

Just as he tered the parking lot, his phone rang—it was his girlfrid's call.

"Honey, have you arrived?"

"Almost there," Jason Shawn said. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine on my own, really no need for you to come over."

Paris Hilton th said, "Alright, call me wh you're done."

Jason Shawn hung up the phone and before he understood what was happing, a car darted out and collided with the front of his car.

In the parking lot, both cars were slow so the collision was not severe.

Jason Shawn glanced at the time, th got out of his car.

From the opposing car, a short, chubby, and clumsy figure emerged.

"How do you drive?" Jason Shawn wt to examine the collision. "Forget it, just go on your way."

How could Tony possibly leave, pointing and saying, "You ask me how I drive? I should be asking you! You were on your phone and crashed into me."

Thinking of his upcoming audition, Jason Shawn temporarily held back his anger, "I won't argue with someone like you, just name a figure."

Tony, oping his mouth wide, said, "This is a new car, repairs will cost at least 3000 US dollars."

Jason Shawn estimated that 500 US dollars would suffice and instantly felt furious, but he knew his priorities and prepared to get his checkbook.

Tony noticed that this guy was unexpectedly tolerant and quickly changed his strategy.

He started rapping a verse, "I've se Paris, she's got unev breasts, two differt sizes; I've se Paris, she's like a bitch, lying down waiting to be done; I've se Paris, she loves giving BJ's, smeared all over her face and chest; I've se Paris..."

Short, chubby, clumsy—the object of the song and what the lyrics described were crystal clear to Jason Shawn upon hearing them.

Previously, wh asked about the videotape, he always responded nonchalantly, saying he didn't care.

But faced with direct mockery, it was difficult for a man to tolerate.

Jason Shawn pounced forward, punching Tony in the face. Tony's hefty body fell backward, crashing to the g with a thud.

"Bastard, you damn fatso!" Jason Shawn rushed forward to kick fiercely.

Tony hurriedly protected his head, and since his nose wasn't bleeding, he lowered his head and slammed it hard with his fist, and blood began to flow from his nose.

Nearby, Tony's girlfrid called the police while running toward the sce yelling, "Help! Help! There's be a murder!"

The parking lot security, hearing the commotion, had two of them running in this direction.

This was Warner Bros. Studios, an area heavily patrolled by the police, and in less than half a minute, the sound of police sirs could be heard.

Jason Shawn wanted to run but was grabbed firmly a the legs by Tony.

The security approached, shouting for them to stop.

The patrol car zoomed into the parking lot, and Tony immediately let go of his grip, playing dead on the g.

His girlfrid used the advantage of being a woman to loudly accuse Jason Shawn of violt behavior.

The parking lot security saw only Jason Shawn beating Tony one-sidedly.

The spot was convitly within the range of the security cameras.

Tony lay on the g unable to get up, blood flowing from his nose, covering his face, looking exceedingly tragic.

Jason Shawn loudly defded himself, yelling that he was an actor and needed to attd an important audition.

But in Los Angeles, a city full of actors, his unfamiliar face held no persuasive power with the police.

Another backup patrol car arrived.

Two officers took control of Jason Shawn, bringing him back to the police station.

One officer took statemts from Tony's girlfrid and the security guard, while another, with the agreemt of the security, wt to retrieve the surveillance footage.

The parking lot soon returned to quiet.

Tony made a call to his lawyer to formally file a report. Jason Shawn wouldn't be coming back anytime soon.

......

At the production base, an assistant oped the audition room door and called out, "Jason Shawn, it's your turn."

No one came forward, nor did anyone respond.

The assistant asked loudly, "Is Jason Shawn here?"

The other actors looked at each other but still, no one responded.

Adrian secretly smiled, satisfied that Tony had tak care of things.

The assistant turned back and said, "Jason Shawn isn't here."

Susan frowned, as she, the producer, had personally overse the final of auditions, and yet an actor dared to be late. There was no basic respect.

She said directly, "Next."

The assistant wt out again and called, "Adrian-Granny."