Chapter 223 The leader's blessing
Media reporters gathered at the exhibition hall of CocCola's Atlanta headquarters.
A large number of movie fans, Coke lovers and curious citizens rushed over early in the morning and entered the exhibition hall.
As long as you participate in today's event, you can receive a special gift.
In the temporary dressing room of the exhibition hall, Martin is completing the final look with the assistance of a stylist.
On the sofa in the corner, Justin glanced at the middle-aged man who was also doing styling, and asked Thomas: "Why did Martin choose him as his assistant? His image and temperament are not very good."
Thomas whispered: "Robert was Martin's guide into the acting world and was very important to him."
“Okay.” Justin no longer cares about such trivial matters.
An assistant came to Martin and once again explained the specific process of the activity.
Martin listened carefully and cooperated fully. The sponsor not only had money but also power.
Ever since CocCola announced that he would serve as a spokesperson, the noise suddenly subsided and the surrounding area became quiet.
Justin has been paying attention to Martin and is very satisfied with him.
Outstanding appearance and excellent public image. What's even more rare is that he possesses the stability that young people lack.
Pepsi's endorsement with Britney has been a big deal in recent years. Britney herself is not smart enough, and she has a weird dad behind her. All kinds of bad things keep popping up, which is very annoying.
Looking at Martin's side, he strives for the conditions that should be fought for and cooperates actively and proactively.
Hundreds of people gathered in the exhibition hall at this time.
Elena, Lily, Harris and Hall are all here.
They were positioned closer to the front. Lily looked back and said, "Many people were holding posters of Martin. He is very popular."
"Martin is Atlanta's biggest star in Hollywood right now," Harris said.
Lily's way of thinking is different from ordinary people: "It sounds like Atlanta is so miserable, and someone like Martin can become the most popular..."
Before she finished speaking, Elena raised her fist and hit her on the head: "If you don't know how to speak, you don't have to speak."
Lily shut her mouth gloomily, thinking that after I turn 18, I must settle all the debts with Elena for all the things I have been oppressed from childhood to adulthood.
Across the aisle, a dozen handsome men held banners that read "Martin, Dad, we love you."
With the expansion of the Beast House chain store, the former sportsman group spread to various cities in Georgia. Today they rushed back to Atlanta to cheer for Martin.
Hart greeted this side: "Elena, Lily..."
Carrington shouted: "Mrs.
Lily stood up quickly, raised her arms and waved to Carrington.
With a snap, she received a slap on the back of her head.
Lily quickly sat down.
Hall muttered: "Idiot!"
Lily punched him on the arm, and Hall fell silent.
There are more and more media reporters, and hundreds of people came to the media area.
CocCola attaches great importance to this signing and even invited Warner TV to broadcast it nationwide.
Martin's old friend Helen served as the live host.
Since the Burbank High School incident, Helen became an instant celebrity and became the leading news anchor of Warner TV.
“In 1886, CocCola was born in Atlanta!” Helen's voice spread throughout the venue: “Today, the CocCola Cult was officially established, and CocCola welcomed its first leader!”
She stretched out her hand to signal: "Welcome the leader!"
Martin walked onto the stage wearing a bright red cloak, a long red crown, and holding a scepter.
The cape and crown both have the words CocCola.
The top of the scepter is not a gem, but a classic glass bottle of Coke.
Behind Martin, there was also a priest with a large brain case.
Robert took a step forward, adjusted the throne slightly, and Martin immediately sat in it.
Helen bowed and saluted: "Master Davis."
Martin extended his hand in vain.
Helen stepped behind the scenes and continued the narration: "Today, we have witnessed a historic moment, the birth of a new sect."
She took the lead in shouting: "Cola God Cult!"
Hundreds of people in the audience shouted in unison: "Coke God Cult! Coke God Cult..."
Many reporters in the media area also joined in the fun and shouted happily.
“This is the first time I have seen such a special signing ceremony.”
“The popularity of CocCola and Martin Davis is about to explode!”
“Think about what Martin has done with Coke? Coke sales will increase again in the next few years!”
On the stage, Martin pressed his hand down, and the venue quickly became quiet.
He said loudly: "In any corner of the world, CocCola is the best drink. It can sweep away fatigue and thirst, bring people happy times, and bring excitement like sunshine. CocCola plus life is the God of CocCola. Teach, I wish the world would have CocCola!”
Warm applause broke out.
Shameless guys like Hart and Carrington from the stylish boy band also blew hooligan whistles.
Martin waited for the voice to subside and then said: "Those who want to join the CocCola Cult should line up to go on stage and receive the blessing."
Many CocCola employees had already entered the venue to guide everyone to the stage in an orderly manner.
The first to take the stage was the stylish boy group headed by Hart and Carrington.
High Priest Robert brought a specially made commemorative Coke marked with the words "Cola God" and stood on Martin's side.
Hart prepared to bow and salute. How could Martin ask people to salute? Helen was just pretending. He raised his hand and said: "No one needs to salute."
Hart quickly took two steps forward and whispered: "Dad Martin, you are so cool!"
Martin had a microphone pinned to his collar and was unable to speak. He just nodded slightly, took a bottle of Souvenir Coke and handed it to Hart.
Then it was given to Carrington.
The latter quietly gave Martin a thumbs up.
The members of the stylish boy group went down, and the four Elena siblings came over.
Then, many people from the crew, including Julie, also came to the stage to deliver speeches.
It is normal to give priority to groups of relatives and friends.
There was nothing unusual about Martin, and he sent them away with a bottle of special Coke each.
Hundreds of spectators lined up to take the stage, and even many media reporters came to join in the fun.
Cola God Cult, the threshold for joining the religion is so low, just join and check it out.
Martin quickly sent out hundreds of blessings from the leader, but he was fine. The high priest was so tired that he was breathing heavily.
Jerome, who had always been calm and calm, rushed over at this time and took over Robert's job, changing from the leader to the deacon.
Finally, even CocCola's own employees lined up to receive the blessing.
Thousands of bottles of commemorative Coke were distributed.
"Cola God Cult! Cola God Cult!"
Amid the unanimous cheers of everyone, today's signing ceremony ended successfully.
Immediately, CocCola immediately posted relevant pictures, videos and news on many websites including the official website.
Various media resources have been invested in promotion.
Most of the audience gradually dispersed, and the group of relatives and friends were left behind by Bruce.
CocCola also prepared a grand reception party.
Martin went to take off his makeup and put on his formal clothes. Hart and others were waiting on the bench at the door.
“Boss.” Hart was a little calmer than before: “Originally we wanted to go on stage and kneel down to celebrate your coronation in the most solemn way, but Boss wouldn't let us…”
Martin nodded: "It would be great if you could come."
Carrington responded: "Without you, boss, we wouldn't be where we are now."
A supporting role in a theatrical movie and a Saturn Award-winning stage performance have raised their style as a boy group to several levels and become the benchmark for gigolos in the entire Joshu region.
Martin called to them: "Let's go to the party."
Lily quietly walked to the side and whispered to Martin: "I want to be a saint, what should I do?"
Martin saw Elena and followed him, and said, "Ask Elena."
Lily didn't dare to ask. If she asked, she would be ruthlessly suppressed by an iron fist.
Martin ignored Lily. In addition to filming these days, he had been preparing for CocCola. He asked Elena: "Have you seen the house?"
Elena said: "I've chosen one, and I'll wait for you to go check it out together."
When they arrived at the restaurant, a receptionist immediately welcomed them in.
Justin and Thomas were waiting here at the door. When the former saw Martin, he immediately came over to shake hands: "You are great today, your momentum is like a pope."
Martin asked: "Am I not the leader of the CocCola Cult?"
Justin couldn't help laughing: "I was wrong, you are a real leader."
Atlanta, Duluth Business Club.
In the luxuriously decorated reception room, two people had just watched CocCola's commercial endorsement signing ceremony.
The middle-aged man named Johnson stared at Milton: "You did this very badly, causing us to lose the best development opportunity in Atlanta's film and television industry."
"I'm very sorry. It's my fault." Milton did not shirk responsibility, but he also defended: "Taylor was pretty good at what he did. This time..."
Johnson snorted coldly: "He secretly filmed so many people and still called him Deli? What does he want to do? A black dog actually wants to bite its owner!"
Milton stopped arguing.
Johnson added: "Being from the slums of South City, dropping out of middle school, not receiving an elite education, and still a black man, you should be brighter in the future."
Milton responded: "I will never use black people for important jobs again."
Johnson nodded slightly.
Milton was silent for a moment, still unwilling to accept it, and asked: "They made an accident when they were targeting Martin Davis. I suspect Martin Davis..."
Johnson pointed at him and waited for Milton to shut up: "Put all your thoughts away. CocCola attaches great importance to this promotion. If you want to die, you can find a place to jump off a building or give yourself a shot in the head. Don't drag down other people. "
Milton cursed countless times in his heart, but he could only choose to endure it: "I understand."
Johnson warned again: "Not only must you put your mind to it, but you must also take care of the people below you. If there is a problem with Martin in Georgia, they will throw you to the CocCola Group."
There is no reason for this kind of thing.
Milton had no choice but to force himself to accept it.
After Johnson left, he returned to the Methodist office, closed the door, and smashed it, but his cowardice could not come out.
The call from my wife came at this time: "Go home early for dinner tonight. I made oysters."
Milton sat in his office chair, lowered his head, feeling so uncomfortable that he wanted to commit suicide.
How can life be so tortuous!
(End of this chapter)
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