American Fame and Fortune Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Adapt to changing circumstances

The hotel's private beach has been reserved by two production crews. The crew members can party on the beach at any time on Saturday, with unlimited supply of wine, drinks, barbecue, etc.

The crew showed discriminatory behavior. Men who were not members of the crew were not allowed to enter. Women were free to go to the beach to participate in the carnival as long as they wanted to.

 Martin walked onto the beach alone in swimming trunks.

 Ajia shouted to him: "Martin, come here, let's play a game."

 On the five-side beach football field, Ajia gathered a group of female players with the strong appeal of the director.

 Martin ran over immediately.

 There are at least a dozen girls in swimsuits in the circled small court.

They are all young actors who play female football players in the production next door.

Ajia said: "We are two captains, and we each choose four players to play."

 Martin stepped on the football: "Okay."

 The female players around were all very excited, stretching out their hands and jumping and shouting: "Director Ajia, choose me! Choose me!"

Martin asked loudly: "Who wants to team up with me!"

Not far away, the famous handsome dog Blake Lively was running towards this side quickly, shouting as he ran: "Save a place for me!"

 She is tall and has long legs. Looking at her figure alone, there is almost no fault, except that she looks mature.

Blake ran into the court, winked at Martin, but ran to Ajia's side.

Ajia raised a finger and shook it at Martin: "Man, you are not attractive enough."

 Martin turned to face the girls: "I'm going to pick someone."

 Several female players jumped out: "We are on the same team as you."

 Martin randomly selected four Latin female players, and the tallest one became the goalkeeper.

 Ajia said: "Let you kick off the ball first."

 “Beauties!” Martin stood in the middle of the court and said, “We want to score first!”

He kicked the ball to the black swimsuit on the left, turned around and ran towards the opponent's court, and the black swimsuit immediately passed the ball back.

 Martin had played football in middle school in his previous life, but he hadn't touched it in many years. He immediately hit the ball when he caught the ball.

A man in a gold swimsuit rushed over from the opposite side to grab the ball. He didn't seem to have stopped the car and even hit him with the ball.

 Martin really felt what it means to hit someone with the ball.

No wonder Ajia wants to organize a beach football match.

The real-faced dog Blake bumped into Martin and seemed about to fall. He grabbed Martin's arm and pressed on it hard.

 Ajia took the ball and rushed past Martin.

 Martin was too lazy to defend him, only fools defend men.

 Blake stood up and rushed forward.

 Martin went back to defend. As soon as he got into position, he saw Blake, who was receiving the ball, heading straight towards him with the ball.

There was no shot, no pass, and no fake move. Blake, the real-looking dog, bumped into Martin in a daze.

 Martin fell to the ground and fell on the beach.

 Blake also fell and fell on top of Martin.

Maybe it hurt from the fall, or maybe she remembered that she rolled over and over Martin.

 Ajia was dumbfounded and understood why the heroine next door wanted to team up with him.

 The target is not him at all!

The black-haired Latin girl next to her curled her lips and almost said the shameless words.

  But the crew he was on was set up by the other party's father, so he had to endure even if he wanted to scold Bichi.

"Sorry." Blake struggled to get up: "I didn't hold it back, does it hurt you?"

 In front of so many people, what could Martin say: "It doesn't matter."

 Blake struggled to get up, stretched out his hand to pull Martin, and couldn't help but admire: "You are so strong."

 “You are very fit.” Martin also praised, stood up and patted the sand on his body.

"I practiced football and was a cheerleader since sixth grade," Black said.

 Martin nodded. Have you ever practiced hitting people with the ball?

Ajia became impatient and shouted: "You two, are you still going on?"

 Martin moved for a moment: "Why not continue?"

Not far away, Vogel sat on a beach chair and had a panoramic view of everything.

 The gap in resource selection makes my heart burst with sadness.

 Vogel climbed up by stepping on others, and he doesn't mind continuing to climb up by stepping on others.

 In his mind, this is the Hollywood ladder, and every step up is the opponent's body.

Rick came over and said, "It's best in the afternoon, because accidents are easy to happen at night."

Vogel asked: "Is everything done?"

Rick nodded slightly: "The snake is ready, please call me on your cell phone before departure, and I will make preparations in advance."

 Vogel understood what Rick wanted: "After the matter is completed, I will give you another final payment, and you keep your mouth shut."

Rick laughed: "As a Mexican, I can't threaten you."

 Vogel waved his hand, and Rick left.

More than twenty meters away from the two of them, Bruce covered his face in black, took out his newly purchased camera phone, and took several photos of Rick in succession.

Then he called Dalot, the crew's security director, and sent a picture via MMS.

On the court, other female players are no longer interested in playing football. These Mexican women dream of going to the United States.

 Ajia was knocked into the goal by the enthusiastic female players.

 Martin was not in a good situation either. He was knocked down by several female players, and more people rushed up with the ball. terrible!

Martin was like a lingering casualty in a bombing, struggling to crawl out from the indiscriminate bombardment of female players.

Two long legs came running from the opposite side. Blake rushed over to save them, picked up Martin and ran away.

 "Hurry! Hurry!" Martin lost the man's face, but safety was much more important than face.

 After running a few dozen meters, Martin stopped.

Blake caught up from behind, wiped the sand off his face, and stared at the handsome face: "Are you okay?"

 Martin spread his legs and moved a little: "It's not a big problem."

Black went to touch the sand on Martin's body again. When he turned around and saw the open-air washing place, he took Martin's arm and said, "Go over there and wash off the sand on your body."

 It was hot, he was sweating, and he was covered in sand. Martin felt very uncomfortable and went there with him.

 After rushing through the water, it was no longer suitable to bask in the sun. Martin found a beach chair and lay down under a sun umbrella.

 Blake brought two glasses of cold drinks and handed one to Martin: "This should suit your taste."

 Martin took the answer, nodded and smiled: "Thank you."

Blake was lying on the beach chair next to him, covering his chest and abdomen with a towel, but his long legs were draped on the side of the beach chair. He deliberately kept dangling in front of Martin's eyes and asked, "When will you come to the set? I'm waiting to rehearse with you. Well, you are playing the role of my crush, and I have no feeling at all playing with the assistant."

 Martin replied casually: "I can finish filming next week."

 He found Lao Bu walking in front and said, "I have something to do. Let's talk later."

 “I'll wait for you here.” Blake watched Martin leave and thought about it.

The company focuses on cultivating good-looking people...

Although she is a pretty girl, Blake grew up in a family of actors and thinks much more than ordinary girls.

Coming to a dressing room, Bruce closed the door from the inside and said, "I informed Dalot that his people were following the stage manager, and he seemed to have gone into the wild."

 Dalot was the security director previously hired by the crew. This kind of person is very energetic in the local area.

Martin was surprised: "What are you going to do in the wild? Shoot black guns? Not really, the location scenes have been filmed."

Bruce suggested: "It's best to figure out what he's going to do, and then adapt accordingly. I'm sure you can handle it within the confines of the hotel."

Martin emphasized: "Old Bu, you must guard my rear."

Bruce said: "Don't worry, I'll cover you. Dalot and the others have a lot of cooperation with Hollywood. They receive money to do things and have a good reputation. With one call from me, at least a dozen people will come."

These words sounded unreliable, and Martin always felt frightened, but he could trust Lao Bu.

Before leaving, Bruce said again: "According to circumstances, figure out what he is going to do, I will be near you."

 Martin returned to the beach and found Craven, Ajia, Capis and others, each taking the female players back to the hotel.

 With this attitude, it is estimated that he may not come out in the afternoon.

 Martin returned under the parasol and found that Blake was still waiting for him to return.

 Blake watched Martin walking towards the sun and felt that it was pleasing to the eye, it was so beautiful.

 You have to have a good face and a good figure.

 Martin lay back on the beach chair and chatted with Blake until nearly noon.

 The two production crews prepared a sumptuous luncheon, which was held in the Grand Ballroom No. 1 of the hotel.

Not many people came.

  The main male cast and crew members took the Mexican female players back to the room early.

 Martin took a shower, changed clothes, and came to the banquet hall.

The luncheon was a buffet mode. Martin took a bunch of food and a bottle of wine. As soon as he found a place to sit down, Blake, who had changed into a dress, came.

 She placed the glass opposite Martin: "Pour me a glass."

  Martin habitually asked: "You are not of drinking age."

Blake said: "This is not America." She raised her fingers and called a young actor from the crew: "Bring me a bottle of wine."

 The young actor is like a servant, obediently going to get the wine.

 Blake seemed to be thinking about Martin: "This has nothing to do with you."

 The young actor brought the wine over, and several people followed him, one of them was Mike Vogel.

 He ​​was carrying two bottles of Mexican tequila and sitting next to him: "Martin, long time no see, let's have a drink together?"

 Martin smiled, his head turning quickly, spreading news to stimulate his competitive spirit. Drinkers are easily impulsive and then provoke him to fight? He is a good comrade in the alcohol test.

 Vogel opened the bottle, poured wine into two glasses, pushed one of the glasses to the edge of the table, and tried to tease Martin: "I reminded you that time with Andrew Nicholl, you owed me a favor."

 Martin did not touch the glass of wine and took his own whiskey: "I can't drink tequila."

 Vogel tilted his head and glanced at the alcohol content on the whiskey label: "You're welcome."

 Martin opened the bottle cap, poured a glass, clinked the glasses with Vogel, and said calmly, "Thank you for what happened last time."

 The two of them raised their glasses and drank together.

Once you start drinking, it's hard to stop. Vogel knows this very well. While chatting with Martin, he found various reasons to pour wine and drink.

 Martin also wanted to see what he did.

After a few glasses of wine, the words between the two of them started to fly.

boasts about the awesome things he has done, boasts about being able to fight many times, as if one person can blow up the earth, and yet no one is convinced.

 Blake was slightly disappointed. The wine he drank didn't seem to be very good?

 Martin boasted that he was the bravest and most capable man in Georgia.

 Vogel boasted that he was the most powerful person in Baja California.

 (End of this chapter)

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