Entertainment: Start with Succubus and play Hollywood

"So, Toby won a lot of money from Bradley Ludman? But even so, Toby is not involved in the Ponzi scheme, right?"

Martin was puzzled.

"No, it's not just about winning money, it's - well, forget it, I can't explain it clearly, why not find a time to get together and let Toby tell you himself."

"OK, but I'm in New York recently. If you want to get together, you have to come to New York."

"I know, Toby and I will fly to New York tomorrow."

"Don't forget to bring a gift for your little nephew."

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The next evening, Leonardo and Toby Maguire arrived at the farm.

"This place is nice, maybe I can also get one." Leonardo looked at the environment of the farm and said with interest.

Tobey Maguire was thinking about something, so he didn't respond. Instead, he said, "Let's hurry up."

The car stopped at the door of the farm villa.

Martin stood at the door to greet them.

"Guys, long time no see." He opened his arms enthusiastically and hugged the two of them.

Leonardo said, "Where's my little nephew? I have to show him the limited edition Optimus Prime that my uncle gave him. It took a lot of effort to get it. Blake's brother also wanted it, but I ignored him."

"Really? Thank you."

Tobey Maguire said a little embarrassedly, "Sorry, Martin, I shouldn't bother you at this time."

"Hey, don't say that. We are friends." Martin patted him on the back.

Tobey Maguire laughed, "By the way, I brought a whole set of Star Wars Lego toys for the little guy, but because the things are too big, they will be delivered to the door by a special delivery company, probably tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Oh, thank you, you took the trouble."

Martin welcomed the two into the house.

Leonardo and Toby went to the bedroom to greet Jennifer lying on the bed, then looked at little Sandy beside the bed, and then were taken into the study by Martin.

"Tell me, how did you get involved with Bradley Ludman?" Martin poured a glass of wine for the two, leaned on the desk, and asked casually.

Tobey Maguire said embarrassedly: "It was because of the card game. After Bradley Ludman was arrested, Jasmine Bloom was also taken away by the FBI. That's when we learned that our card-dealing princess was also involved in the Ponzi scheme."

"Jasmine Bloom will introduce some clients to Bradley Ludman after the card game. Oh, it is said that she is also involved in money laundering."

"But what does this have to do with you?" Martin was still confused.

"Because the card game was organized by Curtis and me, Bradley Ludman made random accusations in order to reduce his sentence, saying that we were also involved in the Ponzi scheme and money laundering." Toby's tone was a little angry.

Martin glanced at him, "Then did you participate in it?"

Tobey Maguire said hurriedly: "No, absolutelyNo, no."

Martin nodded. Through magic induction, Tobey Maguire did not lie.

Then Martin asked again: "Do you know that Bradley Ludman is using gambling to attract customers and launder money?"

Tobey Maguire hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to tell the truth, "I know, he also deliberately lost a lot of money to me and Curtis because of this."

"So you are actually indirectly involved?"

"Yes, that's right." Tobey Maguire was a little dejected.

Martin smiled, "This is a small matter, don't worry about it."

"Really? !" Tobey Maguire raised his head in surprise.

"Of course, but there is one thing, you have to hand over any money you win from Bradley Ludman."

"That's no problem. ”

Tobey Maguire finally laughed sincerely.

“Okay, the problem is solved. Let’s eat. I’m starving.” Leonardo said.

It was September.

Martin had finished the rough cut of Gravity and flew back to Los Angeles with the film to prepare for further fine-cutting.

…………

At the same time, another film project was also launched.

An apartment in North Hollywood.

A fat white man and a sturdy black man rented this 40-square-meter, two-bedroom apartment as roommates.

The fat white man was Chris Pratt. (To read the violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

And the sturdy black man was Daniel Kaluuya.

These two guys who were vying for Martin’s favor became good friends. Friends are also a bad fate.

Two guys who both have the dream of becoming a star simply rented a small apartment together in North Hollywood.

If Martin called them, they would help Martin with work - odd jobs, extras, and minor supporting roles, so that they could finally earn some money to support their lives.

When they were free, they would go to acting classes together, or work part-time in the bar area - Chris Pratt as a bartender and Daniel Kaluuya as a security guard.

The days passed one by one.

This day.

Morning.

Chris Pratt was eating breakfast while reading today's newspaper.

"Dude, why is your fried bacon so delicious? What's your secret?"

The thing Chris Pratt was most satisfied with about his roommate was that this guy cooked very well.

"Secret? Haha, it's very simple. Before frying the bacon, marinate it with our family's secret sauce, which my great-grandmother brought from Africa. "

"..Walter, there won't be bugs or other weird things in it, right?" Chris Pratt was stunned for a moment, and then put the bacon on the fork down.

"Fuck you, you guy, this is racist, apologize." Daniel Kaluuya gave Chris Pratt a middle finger.

"Okay, I apologize!" Chris Pratt sincerelyHe apologized sincerely, and then asked, "So is there anything strange in it?"

"Of course not, damn it, just some African peppers and special meat sauce."

"Meat sauce? What kind of meat?"

"Beef, rabbit, dog!"

"Oh, that's okay, wait, what kind of meat did you say at the end?"

"Dog meat!"

"Ugh! Fuck, there is really dog ​​meat."

"Hahahaha, guess!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

"Okay, okay, I'm kidding."

"Swear."

"I swear."

"That's better."

Chris Pratt picked up the bacon and was about to put it in his mouth, but he couldn't help asking again: "There's really no dog meat."

"No, absolutely not, just eat it with confidence."

Chris Pratt then put the bacon in his mouth. []

He chewed while reading the newspaper.

"Wow, Marvel is going to make Guardians of the Galaxy. I like the raccoon in the comic."

"Raccoon? Shouldn't we like the main character Star-Lord?"

"I hate Star-Lord. You know, I hate people who are pretentious, and Star-Lord is too pretentious."

"Really? I think it's okay, but my favorite character in this comic is not Star-Lord, but... Hehe, Nebula."

"Nebula? Shit, you have such a strong taste."

"You know shit! Only real men can understand the sexiness of mechanical metal!"

"You are just a pervert!"

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