America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

In the northern valley of Los Angeles, an ordinary black business van entered the film studio.

Before Bruce and Martin became big stars, they had visited here to watch Jenna Jameson filming, so now they were returning to familiar surroundings.

The van stopped at the security entrance of the sound stage, and Martin, Jolie, and Aniston got out of the car one after another.

Jenna Jones was waiting for them there: "You're here."

Jolie asked with a smile, "Is today's scene very exciting?"

Jenna replied, "It won't disappoint you." She then turned to Martin, "Thank you for giving the permission."

Being old friends, Martin shook hands with her: "No need to be so formal."

Jenna also greeted Bruce, who had followed along, and then led the group upstairs, "This area was originally for overhead shots, but we don't need it today. It's perfect for you to watch from the second floor."

She opened a door: "I have to go back to shoot."

Aniston said, "You go ahead, don't mind us."

Martin and the others entered the room and found another person inside, and it was his old neighbor.

Mr. Jones saw Martin and came over to hug him, "Thank you so much for coming to support Jenna."

He then shook hands with Jolie and Aniston one by one: "Thank you, thank you."

Martin introduced him: "This is Mr. Jones, my old friend and neighbor from Sherman Oaks, he's Jenna's father."

Jolie and Aniston felt as if they were struck by thunder at this last revelation.

An old father coming to Sacred Valley to watch his daughter filming an artistic movie really added to the artistic ambiance.

If he was just directing, it would be alright, but the daughter was not just the director; she was also the lead actress.

Jolie and Aniston couldn't understand.

But Martin was used to all this. He joined Mr. Jones at the window and they chatted about recent amusing events.

Although Aniston found it strange, she still went to stand by Martin's side.

Jolie naturally followed as well.

Then they heard Mr. Jones say to Martin, "Pitt is famous, but he's new to this business, so his skills definitely aren't there. Jenna is the winner of the Best Lead Actress award, she can easily take control."

All Martin could do was nod in agreement.

Mr. Jones continued, "I hope Jenna can win another Best Lead Actress and Best Director, to truly become a leading figure in this industry."

Martin reminded him, "They're starting to shoot, let's not talk."

Downstairs, Brad Pitt, dressed in a suit, had already entered the set, which was made to look like a frosted storm scene, albeit a simplified version.

Wearing a coat and long leather boots, Jenna left the director's chair and shouted at the props masters, "Create the frosted storm."

Two muscular men were moving bags of powdered sugar from behind a truck.

The wind machine started up, and a small amount of powdered sugar fluttered up, turning into a faint mist.

Shooting began, and the opening of this scene was extremely similar to one in "Gone Girl," where the main male and female characters walked onto the set one after another.

But it soon took a turn. Every artistic part of the male and female characters was genuinely artistic.

Though Pitt had acted such things countless times in real life, it was his first time doing so for a film, and as a rookie, he was bound to make mistakes. Jenna, as both director and lead actress, would occasionally have to shout 'cut' and make adjustments.

Shooting was intermittent. The male lead had to constantly maintain his state, which was no easy feat.

During a break, Jenna left the set and returned to the director's chair to check the footage. Mr. Jones, watching, shook his head, "This Brad Pitt is not so good. I used to come to watch the shooting too, and those male actors were fierce like beasts. Sometimes, I had to chat with them before shooting, telling them to be gentler and softer."

He sighed, "This Pitt, do I have to go down there and tell him to be more forceful?"

Martin was accustomed to Mr. Jones's remarks and simply chose not to respond.

Trying to hold back their laughter, Jolie and Aniston found it very hard.

Shooting resumed, and this time, in addition to Pitt, Jenna called the two men moving the sugar to join in.

One of them wasn't very well-behaved, probably envious and jealous of various reasons, constantly rubbing up against Pitt, making it seem like Pitt was in great danger.

It wasn't long before Jolie and Aniston wanted to pull Martin out of there.

During a break, Jenna, who had a script rolled into a tube, came upstairs from below and said, "Pitt brought up something just now, can we talk for a moment?"

Martin was a little surprised, "He knows we came?"

"He doesn't know." Jenna was still reliable: "No one besides me knows you guys came today."

She handed the script to Martin: "Pitt wrote a script, he just showed it to me, and I found the content a bit strange."

Martin took a look at the script titled "Forever Love," flipped it open and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Seeing his odd expression, Jolie walked over curiously, stood beside Martin, and looking at just one page, she started to laugh covering her mouth.

Aniston also leaned in from the other side of Martin and peered at the script. Her eyes widened in surprise. Why did the plot on the script feel so familiar? As if she had experienced it personally.

Jolie laughed even harder and said to Aniston, "Isn't this about us? It's so amusing."

With her ex-wife mode triggered, Aniston said through gritted teeth, "That bastard Pitt, he still can't let us go!"

Martin quickly skimmed through the script and handed it to Jenna.

Jenna asked, "This script..."

Martin shrugged. "I don't really care."

He truly didn't mind such matters. After all, if someone changed the name and filmed it haphazardly, it wouldn't infringe on any copyright.

For instance, there were plenty of unauthorized biographical films about Hollywood celebrities.

Martin looked toward Jolie and Aniston. "What do you think?"

"Of course we should film it!" Jolie wasn't the type to care about such things. She wasn't just unopposed, she was quite excited, and asked Jenna, "Director Jones, if this script gets made into a film, do you have enough budget? Can I invest?"

Before Aniston could speak, Jolie covered her mouth.

Jolie said, "If you object, I'll fire you and replace you with Charlize Theron."

Aniston broke free of her hand. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Why wouldn't I? It's refreshing." Jolie whispered into Aniston's ear, "Think about it, having Jenna direct is better than anyone else."

Aniston got the point and conceded, "Fine, if the script is written, let it be written. Even if they had the guts, they wouldn't dare use our names."

Martin turned back to look at the two of them.

Jolie directly said to Jenna, "Don't involve our names or allude to our likenesses, you understand."

Jenna assured, "I'll be very careful about these matters."

"Good luck with the shooting," Martin said after taking a look. He was ready to leave, "We won't disturb your filming anymore."

Jenna saw Martin and the others out through the side door.

As soon as they got in the car, Jolie told Bruce, "Old Cloth, go to the hotel."

Bruce replied, "Twenty minutes."

But within ten minutes, he had driven into an underground parking lot of a hotel.

Before going into the room with Jolie and Aniston, Martin had Bruce check the place to make sure there were no issues. Stay updated via My Virtual Library Empire

Once inside, Aniston pulled out a mini camera from her bag and said, "How about we make a film, too?"

Jolie agreed, "Sounds great!"

Since they all agreed, Martin naturally had no objections.

......

On North Hollywood Valley Drive, a black Lexus parked by the roadside near a Mexican restaurant.

The middle-aged man wearing sunglasses picked up the black leather bag on the front passenger seat, got out of the car, and looked at the restaurant's signboard to confirm he was at the right place before entering.

A Mexican-American wearing a Dodgers cap glanced at him and asked, "Drett?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "I'm looking for the Newell Brothers."

"That's us." Romero gestured for him to follow and led him to the back of the restaurant.

Drett was quickly introduced to a stout Mexican man who sat inside the booth eating common corn pancakes. Nearby, there were two Mexican men with tattoos.

Rodriguez put down his fork and casually wiped his mouth, asking, "You're the one looking to buy information?"

Drett smiled. "I heard you have news about Martin Davis and his new project?"

Rodriguez said, "That's right, exclusive secret information." He glanced at the leather bag the other had brought. "I've been in Hollywood for many years and never encountered someone like Martin Davis. Every film selection he made was a hit, something not even Tom Cruise, Will Smith, or Leonardo at their peak could achieve."

This was the key attraction for Drett. Over the past six-plus years, every movie and role Martin Davis chose turned into a commercial success, even "The Hours," which had the least box office returns and was heavily artistic, still managed to be profitable just from ticket sales.

Drett was no ordinary person; he pulled out a stack of US dollars from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Diego and De Paul swallowed hard.

Rodriguez remained composed, his expression unchanging as he said, "That's not enough."

Drett pulled out another stack and placed it next to the first, pressing his hand on top. "I've shown my sincerity."

"Davis Studio just changed their office location, and Martin Davis ordered a new safe," Rodriguez paused.

Drett pushed the money back toward him.

Rodriguez checked it and found the money to be authentic. "We delivered the safe and entered Martin Davis's office. On his desk, we saw some scripts."

Hearing about scripts, Drett's eyes lit up. These weren't just scripts; they were related to profits of hundreds of millions of dollars.

Rodriguez continued, "No one would be foolish enough to leave valuables in a company office. Martin Davis must have bought that safe to store scripts."

Drett thought this made sense; scripts that Martin Davis favored would definitely be kept in a safe.

He urged, "Keep going."

Rodriguez said, "That's all the information your money can buy."

Drett frowned. "Are you playing games with me?"

Rodriguez stated, "I've already told you where the scripts are. You might as well try to find a way to see them for yourself."