America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

In the Los Angeles Country Club, a drunken Brad Pitt met with the film producer David Lat in a reception room, who had called him over.

The latter got straight to the point, "Pitt, I want to invite you to star in a movie as the lead actor."

Pitt swept his long blonde hair back, which shone in the light as his hands fell away, a result of not having washed it for too long.

David Lat, sitting across from him, had been an executive at Weixiu Film Industry and had participated in the production of "The Matrix" series; Pitt knew him from before, "I heard you left Weixiu Film Industry and started your own film company with a partner?"

Lat replied, "Sanctuary Film Industry, independent production and distribution."

Pitt couldn't help but laugh self-mockingly, "Did you just say you want me as the lead actor?"

"Of course!" Lat pulled out a script and handed it to Pitt, "The absolute lead actor!"

Pitt glanced at the script, and to his surprise, the name on it was "Titanic"!

But wait, there was also a number 2 in the middle.

Pitt, confused, asked, "You got the rights for a sequel?"

"No need for rights, the name Titanic isn't exclusive to one film," Lat roughly explained, "This isn't a movie sequel but about a Titanic II that was built after the Titanic sank, setting sail from England to North America again..."

Even a drunk and down-and-out Pitt could tell it was far-fetched.

To describe it as far-fetched might even be an understatement.

Lat valued Pitt's fame; even bad publicity was still publicity, and the movies he made were quite unique, "The investment in Titanic II reached the highest since the establishment of Sanctuary, 500,000 US Dollars! Our previous investments in movies capped at 250,000 US Dollars."

Pitt suddenly remembered, "Aren't these movies like Sparta, Age of Transformation, and One Hundred Million Years Ago all your work?"

Lat responded with a smile, "That's right, all masterpieces of Sanctuary Film Industry."

In Martin's past life, there was a saying online that the most tragic thing in the world was spending hours downloading a 2GB movie, only to find out it was a pirated blockbuster made by Sanctuary Film Industry.

Pitt rubbed his face; had he really sunk this low?

But he needed money, "What's the pay?"

Lat answered, "50,000 US Dollars."

"What?" Pitt doubted he had heard correctly, "Are you kidding me, 50,000 US Dollars?"

Lat fell silent for a moment, then said, "The most I can offer is 100,000 US Dollars, any more and we won't have enough for production costs."

Pitt got up and left without another word.

This was nothing short of an insult!

The door to the reception room opened and closed again, and Lat couldn't help shaking his head, sighing, "Still thinks he's a Hollywood star? Other companies wouldn't even offer 30,000 US Dollars."

Pitt, outside the door, did not pause for even a moment, heading straight out of the country club to the parking lot. He stopped when he saw his slightly outdated BMW.

Pitt still had some assets, but he needed money to make them liquid, and he didn't have any cash on hand.

Even small banks were unwilling to lend to him, as if they were certain he was going to go bankrupt.

100,000 US Dollars for the role.

Pitt wanted to go back, but the pride of a major star, nurtured over nearly two decades, didn't allow him to turn back.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in a suit approached, ending Pitt's self-embarrassment.

He asked, "Are you Brad Pitt?"

Pitt didn't recognize him, "And you are?"

The man hurriedly reached out to shake Pitt's hand but ended up gripping greasy hair.

He withdrew his hand and discreetly wiped it on his trousers, then said, "My name is Bjorkman, I'm an agent. I've heard CAA terminated your contract?"

It's bad form to hit a man when he's down; Pitt's expression turned sour.

Bjorkman quickly said, "I mean no offense, I simply wish to offer you a job, to see if we might work together."

Having just missed out on some money, Pitt asked instinctively, "What job?"

Bjorkman immediately took out a business card and handed it to Pitt, "A big-budget film, you as the absolute lead. If you join us, I guarantee a minimum of 5 million US Dollars in salary, possibly even more!"

Pitt would not have given such a salary a second glance in the past, but now, he was greatly tempted and asked, "Which company, which film project?"

Bjorkman said, "We are the most powerful company in Sacred Valley, and naturally, you can choose your project. You can write the script too if you like, you could even direct and star in it."

Even though Hollywood had virtually sentenced Brad Pitt to professional death, his Sacred Valley films would definitely be a huge hit on the market once released.

"You guys actually..." Pitt was inexplicably grief-stricken, "You actually want me to do this kind of work!"

Bjorkman became displeased, "This is a job allowed by law, full of art, and deeply beloved by North American audiences!"

Pitt subconsciously raised his fist.

Bjorkman looked up defiantly, waiting for the punch to land on his face; not everyone would get such a fortuitous opportunity.

Pitt held back, got into his car, shut the door, and sat in the driver's seat without saying a word.

Bjorkman didn't say more, leaving the place, feeling they might meet again, as Pitt, in his anger, had not thrown away the business card.

In his car, Pitt wallowed in confusion for a while, then unconsciously opened the glove compartment and placed the business card inside.

...

In early October, at the Los Angeles Music Center, Cartier held a grand signing ceremony, officially appointing Martin as the brand ambassador for Cartier men's watches.

Martin, in front of numerous media cameras and fans, took off his old watch from his wrist and replaced it with a brand-new Cartier wristwatch.

Then, he signed his name on the symbolic endorsement agreement.

Crazy applause erupted from the crowd.

A dozen blonde girls with their faces painted like the Joker suddenly burst onto the aisle in the middle of the spectator area, shouting loudly, "Martin, I love you!"

Martin waved to them from the stage.

But these girls simultaneously pulled up their red T-shirts to reveal a large expanse of white skin, with two lines written in red lipstick— I Love Martin!

Security guards hurried over immediately.

All of a sudden, Martin remembered that when The Dark Knight had just been released, there was a group of girls like this who not only danced wildly in front of his house but also scrambled for his trash.

No matter what, these were his fans.

Martin shouted, "Don't give them a hard time."

The girls they started yelling again, "Martin! Martin!"

The scene turned chaotic once more.

Martin had said what he wanted to say, so he simply stopped talking.

Bruce, on the other hand, rushed over and after talking to the security staff, the dozen girls were asked to leave the hall.

Tony, the ringleader, was thrilled to see Bruce, "Are you Martin's manager? I saw you fighting side by side with Martin at Burbank Middle School, it was so cool!"

Bruce, however, said, "A lot of people died, it wasn't cool at all."

Tony froze for a moment, then said, "Can you get Martin to sign for us?" She pointed to her chest, "Sign here, and I'll get it tattooed when I go back."

Bruce said, "Martin doesn't have time today, we'll talk another day."

But Tony was relentless, "Did you guys move away from Sherman Oaks? We've waited there many times and never saw you come out."

Another girl blurted out, "We've been waiting for your garbage, we went there so many times but never saw you throw out a single bag of trash."

Bruce felt his mind couldn't keep up with these star-crazed girls and could only say, "Martin has a new place, sorry, I've got work to do, I must go."

After saying that, he gave a knowing look to the security staff beside him.

The security staff immediately came over to block the way, and Bruce slipped away.

Watching him leave, the girls could only straighten their clothes and leave the Los Angeles Music Center.

As they walked, Aisha asked, "What do we do next? Martin has moved."

The blurted-out girl said, "Without trash, there are no condoms, and we can't find genetic material, how can we have Martin's baby?"

It was a dilemma, and the sisters all frowned in distress.

Tony stopped, turned to look back, and seeing a giant poster of Martin, she said, "Sisters, think about it, if Joker encountered such a problem, what would he do?"

After pondering for a while, Aisha said, "By any means necessary, achieve the goal?"

Tony called all her sisters over, formed a circle, and said, "As long as we don't give up, there will always be a day when we achieve it."

Girls chase stars with even more madness than men do.

The others agreed in unison.

"This time we've made huge progress and have caught Martin's attention," Tony said about the recent incident, "He even told those security guys not to be rough with us."

Aisha said with a smile, "Martin even glanced at me."

"It was clearly at me, yours aren't even big."

"It was me!"

The group was on the verge of infighting when Tony quickly said, "I've got a new idea, one that will definitely make Martin remember us."

The others looked eagerly at Tony.

After unifying their thoughts again, Tony said, "For Martin's next public event, we should not only wear Joker makeup but also put on wedding dresses and together express our love for Martin! Maybe he will like one of us and ask her out on a date..."

These blonde girls were not all beauties, but they were tall, sexy, and full of allure.

Tony emphasized, "Let me be clear, if any one of us is indeed lucky enough to be asked out by Martin, the moment you get those things, you must hurry out and share with other sisters!"

She looked around, "Anyone who betrays her sisters deserves to die!"

Together everyone said, "Yes, anyone who betrays her sisters deserves to die!"

Tony waved her arm, "Let's go, we're going to shop for wedding dresses, we must show Martin how much we love him!"

At the signing event, Martin came down from the stage and entered the backstage rest area, shaking hands with the executives from Cartier one by one. With no other events planned, he prepared to leave.

Once in the car, Martin asked Bruce, "Those girls didn't cause any trouble, right?"

"They're fine, security just escorted them out, nothing rough," Bruce said of his first impression, "They're quite obsessive, and if I'm not mistaken, they're the same ones who were after the trash last time."

Martin remembered and took the opportunity to remind Bruce, "Be careful with your condoms, don't throw them away carelessly, or you might end up an unwitting father."

Bruce asked, "Are they really that crazy?"

Thinking of the madness at concerts in his past life, Martin said, "There are crazier things than this."