American Fame and Fortune Chapter 271

Chapter 271 History of Blood and Tears

The day after Thanksgiving, Martin made a special trip to the CocCola Group headquarters and received a warm welcome from some of the management, headed by marketing director Brody.

In addition to routine visits, he also participated in media activities organized by CocCola.

 This is also propaganda.

Brody gave Martin the copper CocCola leader badge in front of many media.

 The two stood in front of the huge red logo of CocCola and took photos together with media reporters.

Subsequently, Martin signed an advertising sponsorship and marketing promotion contract with CocCola worth a total of US$5 million on behalf of the "Never Ending" crew.

 After the contract was signed, the two of them entered the reception room together.

Brody has always considered signing Martin a stroke of pride: "Your news has grabbed a lot of headlines recently."

Martin pretended to be helpless: "I don't want to either. I have done nothing and am misunderstood. I can't just stand there and let people beat me. That will damage not only my image, but also the brand partners."

He specifically said: "It is not easy to establish the reputation of the CocCola Cult, and it cannot be destroyed like this."

Brody agreed: "You don't have to worry about similar situations."

"With the support of CocCola, I have the confidence to work in Hollywood." Martin's words are not entirely exaggerated: "Take the latest "No Ending" as an example. As soon as CocCola expressed its support for me, Warner Bros. immediately The project was given the green light.”

 Brody laughed, CocCola did not support Martin for no reason, but actually saw the benefits. Since the birth of the CocCola Cult, CocCola's sales in North America have increased by nearly 8%.

 This is a pretty impressive number.

To touch Martin, the spokesperson and leader of the CocCola Cult, is to offend CocCola's hundreds of millions in revenue!

 Don't say Brody won't agree, all CocCola shareholders won't agree.

CocCola, on its part, also vigorously promoted the spread of the video on the Internet, allowing people to see clearly that Martin easily defeated Pitt with Coke.

Even the advertising department intends to use this as a creative idea to shoot next year's CocCola commercial.

Brody appropriately expressed some importance: "CocCola should have mentioned it to your agent to extend the endorsement contract with you."

"My agent's advice is that I have just signed a contract for half a year, so don't rush to extend the contract." Of course, Martin pushed the agent out as a shield. This is also one of the meanings of the agent's existence, giving stars and partners an extra buffer zone.

Brody nodded slightly: "Let's talk about it next year."

 Martin responded with a smile: "No problem."

While the two were talking, CocCola's reward for “Wanted” was transferred to the account designated by Martin.

· There is a supplementary agreement in the endorsement contract signed by both parties. As long as the North American box office of the movie starring Martin exceeds US$100 million, CocCola will pay Martin an additional US$1 million bonus as an incentive.

 At noon, Martin attended a banquet hosted by the CocCola Group and met more senior executives.

 His relationship with CocCola has always been healthy.

In Atlanta, Martin also has the support of two other major forces, namely the organization behind Kelly Gray and the Beast House Entertainment Company headed by the female King Kong Sophia.

Kelly went to Washington on a business trip. Martin came out of CocCola, contacted Sophia, and came to the Peach Tree Hotel to meet her.

Going up to the business floor of the hotel, Martin walked over quickly when he saw Scott guarding the door of a reception room.

 Bruce whispered from behind: "You can go in by yourself later."

How could Martin let Bruce go? Besides, he didn't know what to do when he went in by himself: "You go in with me, don't forget, you promise to guard my back."

Bruce, although his legs were shaking, his hands were shaking, and his heart was shaking, he still gritted his teeth and accompanied Martin there.

Scott glanced at Martin and guessed that he must have slept with his daughter last night. He said with a bad face: "Sofia is waiting for you inside."

 Martin ignored him and pulled Bruce directly into the reception room.

Sophia was sitting on the single sofa, holding a report in one hand and a gripper in the other. As her hands opened and closed, her biceps expanded and contracted at an exaggerated rate.

 She pointed to the sofa: "You two can sit wherever you like."

 Martin sat diagonally across from her, and Bruce simply moved behind Martin, because standing here, with his **** against the wall, he felt inexplicably safe.

Sofia said: "I just received a report from Wanted Studio. All the investment was recovered based on the box office alone. The project you introduced is very good, and the expected profit is quite considerable."

This is the financial backer behind it. Martin speaks very nicely: "I won't introduce projects that have no future to my friends."

Sofia put down the gripper and looked at Martin and Bruce carefully: "I am the most fair person, and Lao Bu knows this best."

Bruce's mouth trembled, he didn't answer, and he didn't want to speak. He just took a step back and pressed his **** against the thick wall.

 Sofia's words continued: "Those who bring me benefits will receive corresponding benefits. What rewards do you want?"

Bruce looked down at the floor and said in his heart that this matter has nothing to do with me. You should give Martin the reward.

 Martin thought of Scott and smiled: "I have a salary to get, forget about other rewards..."

“How can this work?” Sophia put down the report again and took a beautiful box from the table next to her.

Martin was slightly relieved. The box was only the size of a fist, and it was square, not rectangular. The pink kettle would definitely not fit inside.

Sofia opened the box, revealing an oval egg, and handed it to Martin: "It's for you." The egg was golden, with an uneven surface. Except for the wrong color, it looked like a small avocado that had not grown up.

 Martin took it and found a series of bills under the golden avocado, and asked directly: "24K gold?"

Sofia was very generous: "I specially ordered it from a gold company. The tax and other procedures are all taken care of. You can just take it."

 Martin was not polite, he accepted it, and specifically added: "Sophia, you are indeed a person who does great things."

Sofia smiled heartily: "As long as you don't forget about me and the House of Beasts when you're plating."

"How is it possible!" Martin vowed: "Without you, there would be no Martin Davis today."

Sofia nodded: "I hope we are all nostalgic."

Martin said: "I can continue to compete fiercely with people in Hollywood and win again and again. Atlanta is the foundation!"

Without a good foundation in Atlanta, he had no chance to participate in the platter, and he would not get these important roles. Even when he met a boss of Harvey's level, he took the initiative to retreat.

Sofia said: "I watched the video of you dealing with Pete, and your skills were quite good."

Martin once again said in a helpless tone: "I can't help it. In the rotten world of Hollywood, if you don't step on people, you will be stepped on."

 The two chatted for nearly an hour and a half, involving issues of continued cooperation.

 Martin declined Sophia's dinner invitation and left the Peach Tree Hotel with Bruce.

Getting in the car, he opened the gift box again and looked at the golden avocado carefully. Although the surface was uneven, it was pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at it.

Bruce said: "Sofia's usual kitsch style."

 Martin weighed the weight and said: "I just like this kind of vulgar gift, let the vulgarity drown me!"

 Bruce started the car and asked, "Where to next?"

　　Martin looked at the time: "Go to Northville Private High School. It's time to get out of school soon. I promised Lily yesterday to pick her up from school."

Bruce drove back to Northville.

 Martin put away the golden avocado and responded to a few text messages. Not long after, the car parked diagonally opposite the middle school.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Lily came out of the school gate with her schoolbag on her back. After a little searching, she found the BMW. She ran over with her long legs. The Martin Clown hanging on her backpack swayed back and forth with her long ponytail.

Getting in the car, she took her schoolbag and said, "Everyone else is on vacation, but I still want to take advantage of the vacation to take sculpture classes."

 The top students in private middle schools are also very difficult to study, especially students like Lily whose family conditions have just improved and who lack foundation.

 She took out yesterday's sculpture and handed it to Martin: "It's all done."

 Martin took it to the car window, looked at it carefully in the light, and said, "I'm not a professional, but it looks more pleasing to the eye than the previous carvings."

Lily said: "I have worked hard in the past two years. Others don't know it, but you still don't know it?"

 Martin pretended to be confused: "I'm not in Atlanta, how can I know?"

Lily stared at him fiercely, resisting the rush of Fake to her mouth, and tried her best to use civilized words: "You mailed me carving raw materials in boxes after boxes, and you also asked me for a similar quantity of finished carvings. You know how I survived. ?"

 This is an endless history of blood and tears of child labor.

 Martin pretended to be good for you: "Without the materials I mailed to you, would you be able to achieve the progress and skills you have today?"

 Lily took the clay sculpture back from Martin's hand and said, "It's not finished yet. I'll give it to you when I finish it."

 She decided that the most suitable carving for Martin was a clown!

 The most evil kind!

 Martin stopped talking about this and returned to the topic: "Have you decided to go to college in California?"

  Lily nodded vigorously, extremely sure: "I go to California Institute of the Arts, the sculpture major there is very good."

She muttered: "I'm not like Elena, I don't even have the courage to go out."

“It's not that she has no courage, but she has to be responsible for you.” Martin understood Elena: “Even if you go to college and still have a Hall, it is better to stay in a familiar hometown than to go to a strange city.”

 Lily understands this: "I went to school, and Elena's burden can be reduced a lot."

 Martin said: "It's good that you understand, so don't make Elena angry."

“Yeah, I know.” Lily responded and asked, “Are you sure you can help me get a letter of recommendation that's weighty enough?”

 Martin laughed: "Of course it's no problem. I asked my friends to help. Even if there is an accident on his side, I have other preparations."

He would definitely get letters of recommendation from Scorsese and Wes Craven if he really put his face down to ask for it.

 Even worse, there are these two bastards, Nicholson and Leonardo.

 Getting a definite answer from Martin, Lily had a clear goal.

 (End of this chapter)

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