America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

Los Angeles, Beverly Hills.

After dinner, Thomas went upstairs to pack his luggage.

His girlfriend Victoria followed him, watching as Thomas took out a suitcase and went into the walk-in closet. She said, "We finally have a long vacation. Wouldn't it be nice to go to the Caribbean?"

She opened a cabinet and took out the itinerary she had planned: "From Nassau to Puerto Rico, it's all beautiful scenery all the way."

Thomas replied, "Didn't I tell you? We're going to Washington for our vacation."

"Washington? What's so fun or interesting about that godforsaken place?" Victoria raised her voice in displeasure, "The Washington Monument? Lincoln Memorial? Capitol Hill? I have absolutely no interest in those damn places!"

Thomas, having finally found a slice of romance, tried to communicate calmly and peacefully, "We could attend the Independence Day celebration at the White House. Ordinary people never get a chance to do that!"

Victoria asked, "Because of Martin, right?"

Thomas touched his now-bare forehead. "Martin is about to receive the prestigious Presidential Medal of Freedom!"

"He's the one getting it, not you!" Victoria couldn't tolerate her boyfriend caring more about someone else, "Can't you just indulge me this one time?"

Thomas made a slight concession, "Next time, I promise."

Far from being placated, Victoria grew even angrier, "Go find your Martin, then! See if he'll keep you company in bed!"

"Shut your filthy mouth!" Thomas truly lost his temper this time, pointing towards the door and saying, "You can leave now!"

Victoria challenged, "You're asking me to leave?"

Thomas took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, and said, "Let's end it here!"

He instantly regretted not breaking up with this woman after the last Hefner party. It was not worth it to continue this relationship just for that sake.

No, that's wrong! Thomas realized his mistake. He simply should not have been dating at all!

Victoria asked, "What do you mean?"

"We're over!" As Thomas said this, he felt inexplicably thrilled. The weight on his shoulders disappeared, the gloomy sky above cleared, and his spirit soared.

He immediately understood that breaking up was the earnest desire of his heart: "It's over between us, you can move out now."

Victoria, still furious, went to pack her things without saying a word.

Thomas watched all this with a cold eye.

His mind, once muddled by love, now recalled many things.

For his girlfriend, how many parties had he turned down? How many invitations from beautiful women had he refused?

For one tree, giving up an entire forest was truly not worth it!

Victoria hurriedly finished packing and went downstairs with her bag.

Thomas followed her down.

"You'll regret this!" Victoria flipped Thomas the bird and yelled, "Drop dead!"

Thomas momentarily softened, but seeing the bald spot in the hall mirror, he held back the words on his lips.

The sound of a car starting came from outside, and Thomas went out the door.

As Victoria drove away, flipping Thomas off once more, she shouted loudly, "Super agent Thomas, a man who needs Viagra to get it up! Super agent Thomas..."

Thomas got angry, stormed out the door, and began shouting at the car.

She could call him bald because that represented his hard work and struggle, but she had no right to say he was incompetent!

Several neighbors came out to see what the commotion was about.
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Thomas hurried back inside. He still had a lot of luggage to pack.

He swore he would never have a girlfriend again.

A night of love is far more comfortable than this.

...…

Coming to Washington again, Thomas was welcomed by the same Secret Service protection as before, a man named Benjamin.

The car crossed the Potomac River, turned onto Pennsylvania Avenue, and arrived at the Hilton Hotel.

Before getting out of the car, Benjamin made particular instructions, "Mr. Davis, on July 4th at eight in the morning, I'll come to take you to the celebration. You're free to do as you please until then."

Martin shook hands with him, "Thank you."

Benjamin gave him a business card with a phone number, then suddenly changed his tone, speaking softly, "Sect Hierarch, it's my duty."

He patted his chest, "Long live the Cola Cult!"

These words made Martin pause for a moment and then he nodded, "You're a member of the Cola Cult?"

Benjamin suddenly started to undress.

Bruce was startled, his hand instinctively reaching for his pocket.

Benjamin took off his black coat and then his white shirt, revealing a red T-shirt underneath, and with a solemn expression declared, "Forever Cola Cult! Forever Cola War God!"

Martin hadn't expected his cult member to have penetrated the White House Secret Service detail and nodded with dignity, "Ben, you've done well."

He gave Bruce a meaningful glance.

Bruce took out a business card with his own contact information and handed it to Benjamin, "Call this number when you need."

Benjamin said, "Yes, Sect Hierarch."

Martin prepared to get out of the car.

Benjamin added, "Many brothers from the Secret Service have joined the Cola Cult, and they are eager to meet the Sect Hierarch."

Martin thought for a moment and replied, "When the opportunity is right, you can introduce them to me."

Benjamin was delighted, "Yes, Sect Hierarch, I will find the right opportunity."

Bruce looked at the Secret Service agent. Accustomed to performances and knowing agents were not politicians, he could tell this man was not acting or talking nonsense.

The Cola Cult had infiltrated the Secret Service and the White House detail?

Benjamin accompanied Martin and Bruce into the Hilton Hotel, got the keys for a suite, gave some instructions, and said goodbye.

Martin and Bruce went upstairs, staying in the same room as their last visit.

Bruce took out the equipment he had prepared in advance and meticulously checked all the room, ensuring there were no issues.

In Los Angeles, the two bodyguards who had guarded the house were also there, staying in the room diagonally opposite.

Martin said, "I hope we don't run into the same mess as last time."

Bruce opened a window to look outside and said, "We shouldn't, those people last time were too crazy..."

"They dare to be crazy with me, but wouldn't dare do the same with Harvey Weinstein," Martin replied, knowing Old Cloth referred to the reporters from "World News Report" who had tried to photograph him. They were not only caught by the FBI but also branded as Russian spies.

He asked, "Old Cloth, has the 'World News Report' made any move against Harvey?"

Bruce had been keeping an eye on the situation, "They might be collecting evidence, or they might already have it, but because of Harvey's connections, they haven't made a move. After all, this involves many facets."

Martin stated bluntly, "I really want to take down that bastard Harvey."

Bruce spoke the truth, "By ourselves, it's tough, or rather, impossible."

Martin nodded, "Look for the right opportunity." Changing the subject, he said, "I didn't expect the Cola Cult to have infiltrated the Secret Service and the White House."

Bruce was also surprised, "Nor did I. It seems they really like, or rather adore, you as the Sect Hierarch."

Martin joked, "Too bad, the Cola Cult is a loose organization."

"Are you really planning to take over the White House and dissolve the United States Federal Government?" Bruce had heard Martin's drunken nonsense before, "You'd need an army of beauties to do that."

Martin played along with the nonsense, "Maybe we could have the Coca-Cola Company hold a few Cola Cult promotional events in Washington to draw in more young people from different departments into the Cola Cult."

As he spoke, he suddenly became contemplative, "Even if we can't do anything, if we run into trouble down the line, maybe someone will be able to put in a good word for us. It's possible just one such word might make a difference."

Bruce thought for a moment, "Thomas will have to be the one to sort out such things."

Speaking of the agent, he sighed, "Thomas has broken up with his new girlfriend."

Martin laughed, "When he comes to Washington, we'll definitely have to celebrate his return to singlehood."

The single and balding Thomas seemed to have even stronger fighting spirit.

Martin's phone rang, he glanced at it and answered, "Hi, Nevies, I'm in Washington. Are you calling to treat me to something?"

The person on the other end was Nevies from the FBI, "I'm here at the Hilton Hotel, could we meet to talk?"

Martin proposed, "Let's go to the coffee shop next door."

The other side agreed, "That'll work."

Martin and Bruce went downstairs to the Starbucks next door.

Nevies was sitting at a table in the corner, waving them over.

Martin quickly approached and sat opposite him, greeting, "Old buddy, congratulations on your promotion."

Nevies responded, "I should really thank you."

Martin waved it off, "No need for formalities between us."

Nevies said with a smile, "Without those Russian spies, I wouldn't have been able to climb to the position of Assistant Director."

That much was public, but there were other things he wouldn't tell Martin, like how he was admired by a few big shots at the White House and would have an easier time climbing the ranks for at least the next four years.

Martin didn't dwell on the topic and instead asked, "How is the study of adapting the related incident into a movie going?"

They had discussed this before, and Nevies pondered carefully before answering, "It's too soon for an adaptation; some aspects could be problematic. My advice is to wait a few years."

Martin expressed his understanding.

Nevies continued, "I have a rival inside the FBI, and we have unwritten rules. If similar events happen too frequently, nobody would blow the whistle. But since I've climbed higher, it blocks his way forward."

Martin grasped his meaning, "He won't cause trouble for me, will he?"

"He won't trouble you," Nevies cautioned. "But he might create obstacles for you, like undercutting your status as an American hero or teaching you a small lesson. As long as he has a legitimate reason and doesn't overstep, the White House wouldn't say much."

Martin remarked, "So, should I keep a low profile in Washington?"

Nevies advised, "Not low profile, but cautious. America is a society governed by the rule of law. For a nationwide public figure like you, as long as you don't break the law, they won't lay a hand on you."

He laughed, "But don't forget, we're the FBI, experts at fishing."

Martin nodded, "I will be careful. If I encounter an emergency situation, I will call you right away."

Nevies added, "Just don't give them the chance."