America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

Los Angeles Country Club, VIP Lounge.

Martin and Leonardo had already arrived, Nicholson had not.

"That old bastard, didn't get drained by Jennifer Lawrence, did he?" Leonardo glanced at his watch, "Half an hour late!"

Martin remembered that the old bastard had a heart condition and pulled out his phone to make a call.

The door knock sounded, and Bruce went to open it—Nicholson had arrived.

He came in and sat down on the sofa, panting heavily.

Martin asked, "Did Lawrence go wild thanking you last night?"

Nicholson, while opening a bag, said, "It wasn't thanks she was after, she was trying to murder me, forcing me to cover her face, and not to stop until she was satisfied."

Leonardo was astonished, "You could produce that much?"

"Couldn't finish." Nicholson took out a large envelope from the bag, "I wanted to give Jennifer Lawrence her freedom, but she didn't want to leave."

Martin unhesitatingly criticized, "You're 70 and still a playboy!"

Leonardo said, "Old playboy!"

Nicholson ignored these two clowns and tossed the envelope to Martin, "Take a look."

Martin caught it, opened the envelope, and pulled out more than a dozen photos taken from different angles, each one featuring a corpse.

"So it's done already?" He recognized the six people in the photos.

Nicholson said, "Two hundred thousand dollars, really motivates people."

Leonardo came over for a glance and said, "Mexico is such a chaotic place."

Martin put the photos back into the envelope and handed it to Bruce, "Destroy all of it."

Leonardo said, "Let's go, to the practice field. We still have to vote today."

Nicholson, supporting his waist, said, "I can't swing today, I'll be in charge of marking the ballots for you."

The trio of scoundrels arrived at the practice range. Today, they had reserved it, and had prepared targets with names hanging on the field. Whichever name the golf ball hit was the one they would vote for.

Martin and Leonardo were both terrible at golf, just beginners really, and hits depended completely on luck, ensuring fairness and justice.

Nicholson, filling out the ballots, was uncomfortable in the waist, but kept talking, "We should make a documentary about Oscar voting."

Martin swung and hit the white ball, which landed in an empty space. He turned around and said, "The title could be '108 Ways to Ensure Fairness and Justice in Oscar Voting'!" Stay connected with My Virtual Library Empire

Leonardo came over carrying his club, "The Academy should pay us royalties and promote it extensively."

This method of voting was much more troublesome than throwing darts. After almost a whole morning of fuss, the three men finally finished voting.

Leaving the practice field, Bruce drove a golf cart, pulling them to the club's restaurant.

There was a buffet-style lunch there, both good quality and tasty.

Martin picked his food and carried his plate to the table where Nicholson and Leonardo were sitting, only to find an unfamiliar man there as well.

The man stood up politely and said, "Hello, Mr. Davis, my name is Braun, an entertainment agent."

Martin pulled out a chair and sat down, looking towards Nicholson and Leonardo.

The latter said, "Braun recommended a brand-new way to play golf."

Martin was somewhat curious, wondering if it could be flashier than the game they played in Harbor City.

Braun sat down, opened a tablet, and explained, "Here's the thing. There will be a special golf tournament this weekend. The participants will all be distinguished and successful individuals like yourselves. The organizers want to use the event as a social platform and also ensure it's entertaining."

Nicholson was skeptical, "What kind of golf is there that I haven't played?"

Braun switched to the tablet's photo gallery and displayed an image in the center of the table for them to view.

A very attractive, sexy blonde was laid out on the golf course.

From Martin's perspective, the green lawn highlighted two high hills with a tee set up between them, on which rested a golf ball.

Next to the ridge, a man whose face was not captured swung his club, ready to hit the ball.

Braun flipped to the next photo—still a golf course, this time with a redhead lying down.

Possibly due to the cold winter temperature, part of the grass had turned a russet color.

In that patch of grass, a tee stood firmly with a golf ball on top.

Though Nicholson wasn't much of a golfer, he'd played a fair bit over the years, but never had he played something this fancy.

Leonardo was curious, "How come the tee is so stable, won't it fall off?"

Martin offhandedly said, "Definitely specially designed."

Braun added, "Yes, the tee is specially designed, it won't fall off."

With the experience of the Trio of Scoundrels, they naturally understood what the so-called special design entailed.

Braun, thinking of the notorious reputation of the Trio of Scoundrels, specifically opened a video which first showed the blonde from the first picture.

Then, the gentleman standing beside her swung his club and hit the ball—his skills must have been so poor that he hit someone with the club.

The ball flew out, the hills shook violently, and then they got higher.

Martin withdrew his gaze, thinking that if it had been a frontal hit, it might have seriously injured someone.

Braun turned off the tablet and said, "Gentlemen, would you like to participate? We have a shuttle service, and you only need a $3999 entry ticket. Should any problem arise, we'll take care of everything; it has nothing to do with you!"

Nicholson glanced at Martin and Leonardo, both of whom shook their heads slightly.

The Trio of Scoundrels were indeed despicable, shameless, and notorious throughout Hollywood; they liked causing trouble and stirring things up, but definitely not in this way.

Nicholson, curious, said, "This special way of playing golf is something most people wouldn't think of."

Braun lowered his voice, "I'm not afraid to tell you straight, this was invented by Tiger Woods."

Hearing this name, Martin was not surprised at all; after all, Tiger Woods was no ordinary person.

Nicholson, having satisfied his curiosity, said, "We're all traditional old-timers who don't like these novelty ways of playing. You should look for someone else."

Braun was quite surprised; originally, he thought that these three were prime clients.

Martin said, "Please don't interrupt our meal any further, thank you."

"Sorry," Braun was always polite and quickly packed up and left.

Nicholson turned to Leonardo, "You're not interested?"

Leonardo replied, "I always respect women."

"What about you?" Nicholson asked Martin.

"Disrespect aside, with my amateur skills, I'd likely cause a lot of harm," Martin said bluntly. "I have no quarrel with them, why would I want to hurt them?"

Leonardo reflected for a moment—although Martin was aggressive and tenacious like a mad dog when provoked, he seemed never to have laid a harsh hand on the innocent.

Nicholson spoke up, "Wait until the day we get Megan Ellison to lie on a golf ball for you to hit."

Just like when they dealt with Bale, Martin never held back against those on the opposing side, "Good idea, Jack, it's up to you now, I look forward to that day!"

After lunch and a brief rest, the three sent out their Oscar ballots on their way back to Los Angeles.

Martin had matters to attend to in the afternoon and didn't join Leonardo and Nicholson at the Night Color Club for a face wash but instead went to the Disney Studio.

Against the backdrop of Hollywood film crews extensively leaving California for shoots, the traditional studios were already in decline, with Disney Studio and Warner Bros. Studios being relatively busier.

The second-floor office building next to a medium-sized soundstage had been cleaned out and the studio had even given its exterior a fresh paint job.

When Martin arrived, Marius, Alexandrovich, and Orlina, along with several employees from Davis Studio who had come to assist, were moving office supplies into the office building.

The separately accounted for "Napoleon's Aphrodite" Studio had already been established there.

In addition to assigning a separate financial officer and other personnel, Martin had entrusted the practical production work of the crew entirely to Alexandrovich's small team.

"The script is completely finished, and we are confident that we can complete filming and production this year," said Alexandrovich, who looked noticeably thinner the past few days, but he knew the opportunity was precious: "Martin, you've given us the greatest support, and we can't repay you, but we will definitely produce the best film we can."

Orlina added, "We've never encountered an investor as forthright as you before, those in Ukraine who invest in film projects are particularly stingy and like to meddle arbitrarily..."

Martin nodded, "Ukraine is a good place, and I'll invest there when I get the chance."

Alexandrovich immediately responded, "I have some connections in Ukraine, maybe I can help you out."

Martin smiled, patting the shorter Alexandrovich on the shoulder, "Good, I'll count on you then."

Alexandrovich replied, "I will do all I can."

Martin got down to business, "The second installment of funds will be transferred to the studio's account soon. Speed up the preparations on your end. For actors and various staff, you can go to WMA and find Thomas Ryan—WMA can provide all the manpower."

As one of the top talent agencies in Hollywood, WMA would have no difficulty fully staffing all positions for such a small project.

Martin had already instructed Thomas to take charge of all aspects.

"I've already spoken with Thomas twice," Alexandrovich said, "and I'm planning to have Svetlana play the lead actress."

Martin, the cad, had almost forgotten this Russian actress, and casually nodded, "That's fine."

Alexandrovich asked again, "Other actors..."

Martin, who had neither the time nor the energy for these details, said, "Work it out with Thomas."

Alexandrovich understood that these matters were trivial in Martin's eyes, effectively leaving the authority in the hands of their trio.

It was also a sign of trust.

At that time, he was far from being canonized and wasn't yet one of the future protagonists of the world; he felt somewhat grateful.

After a moment of hesitation, Alexandrovich added, "I also have an idea and a comedy concept about a Ukrainian who's beloved by many and ends up becoming the president."

Martin looked at him, already starting with this? He straightforwardly said, "Put your ideas into a written document, then hand it over to me."