America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

White House, Banquet Hall.

The elaborately dressed girls clustered together, chatting about topics of mutual interest. Elizabeth talked about some amusing anecdotes from Hollywood film sets, which caught the attention of Maria, the eldest daughter of Guanhai, and the two quickly engaged in an animated discussion about the topic.

On the other side, Chief of Staff Ram whispered a few words to Guanhai.

Guanhai nodded slightly, "I'll go and have a chat with Martin."

Although he had just taken office at the beginning of the year, Guanhai's team was already preparing for the next term.

The Cola Cult, with its broad base of followers, was a force that couldn't be ignored.

Guanhai had talked with several major shareholders and executives of Coca-Cola; they all recognized one thing: even though they were the Coca-Cola Group, their influence was far less than Sect Leader Martin's.

It was an urgent need for Coca-Cola to hire Martin as a lifetime spokesperson.

When Martin saw Guanhai approaching, he turned around to greet him proactively, "Mr. President."

Guanhai smiled and said, "We are old friends now, call me Barack."

The people around them automatically stepped aside, including Spielberg who had been discussing movies with Martin earlier.

Guanhai chatted with Martin.

The others around them couldn't help but envy the influence of this Hollywood star, which far exceeded the movies themselves.

Nineteen-year-old Sasha Spielberg came to her father's side, feeling slightly indignant, "Martin Davis has only been famous for a few years, why is he receiving such a warm reception!"

Spielberg's mind was clear, he pointed to the great medal on Martin's chest, "First, he earned it with his life; second, there is a Cola Cult with tens of millions of followers behind him, and he is the Sect Hierarch. Although the organizational structure is very loose, we cannot ignore his influence."

Sasha still couldn't quite understand.

Spielberg turned his head to look at Elizabeth Olsen, who was conversing with Maria. Only a year older than Sasha, she was much more sensible.

Sasha had been too well protected by her parents.

Spielberg felt that if Martin decided to go into politics, compared to George Clooney, who was desperately trying to break into politics, Martin's foundation would be much stronger.

The luncheon didn't last very long, and by half past one, the guests were bidding their farewells and leaving.

As Martin was leaving, Benjamin took him to the parking area and said in a low voice, "Sect Hierarch, the brothers who didn't get a photo with you yesterday were especially happy after receiving your signed photos, they asked me to express their gratitude to you."

Elizabeth thought to herself that Martin's followers had even infiltrated the White House.

Martin nodded, "In a while, the Cola Cult will organize a few activities in Washington, I'll have someone send you an invitation."

Benjamin was very happy, "All right."

The Secret Service's work is actually quite dull, but the Cola Cult could bring quite a bit of fun.

Martin got into the car and asked Old Cloth to drive back to the hotel.

Once the car left the White House, Elizabeth said, "I talked to Maria, and she is very interested in joining a major Hollywood film crew for a summer internship."

Martin thought for a moment and said, "In a while, Nolan's crew will move to Los Angeles and Canada for shooting. I've already spoken to Nolan and Warner for her to join the crew for an internship."

Elizabeth said, "That's good. When the time comes, I'll take a few people of similar ages with me to visit the set."

Martin sincerely praised, "Liz, you're doing great!"

Elizabeth hugged his arm, "Actually, I learned it from the sisters. They are way better than me. If I can learn half of what they know, that would be pretty good."

Martin kissed her on the cheek.

Lily, who was in the passenger seat, couldn't take it anymore and said, "I had a full lunch, and if you keep feeding me this dog food, I'm going to throw up."

Martin asked, "Do you want to get out of the car?"

Changing the subject, Elizabeth leaned over to the passenger seat to ask Lily, "Did you take a lot of photos? Let's look at them when we get back and select some material for your work."

Lily just laughed gleefully.

In the White House, in the rest room, Michel listened to Maria's words, thought about it carefully, and then went to find her husband.

Taking the opportunity when her husband was resting, she went over quietly and brought up the family matter.

"Elizabeth, Martin Davis's girlfriend?" Guanhai listened to his wife's description, "Christopher Nolan's crew?"

Michel said, "It's a Warner Bros. project, Nolan is the one who directed The Dark Knight."

Guanhai knew a few days ago that his eldest daughter wanted to join a summer internship with a movie crew. He casually mentioned it to Chief of Staff Ram because his brother Ali was a prominent Hollywood entertainment agent.

A top Hollywood crew, a leading director, stars of the highest caliber—it was indeed very suitable.

Guanhai made a phone call to Ram, and after hanging up, he said, "If Maria is interested, let her go."

Michel said, "She'll be very happy to know you agree."

Guanhai was in a good mood today and said, "Martin Davis is an interesting man, quite perceptive."

Michel nodded, left to find her daughter, and meanwhile called Elizabeth Olsen to discuss arrangements for joining the crew in Los Angeles.

...

In the hotel room, Elizabeth put down the phone and said, "Done."

Martin had contacted Nolan again upon returning and gently tapped her cheek, "Hard work."

Elizabeth asked, "Are you going back to Africa next?"

Martin replied, "To continue shooting. Nolan said he can't do without me, said the set is dead silent without me, lacking fun and excitement."

Elizabeth went to change into daily wear, saying, "That sounds strange."

"Probably because no one causes trouble when I'm not there, Nolan isn't used to it," Martin guessed vaguely what Nolan was thinking, "No trouble means no publicity stunts, a lot of pressure for the director."

Elizabeth almost sprayed out laughing, "What a weird director."

Martin added, "Hollywood has never seen a director like Nolan before; he's a completely new type."

Elizabeth didn't quite understand, "But he's not up there with the top four directors, right?"

"Not talking about that," what Martin meant was something else, "He has fans like those of a star, the 'have him and none other' kind, his fans can't tolerate anyone speaking ill of him."

Elizabeth thought about the three-way battle on IMDB, "Like what The Dark Knight fans did on IMDB against The Godfather and The Shawshank Redemption?"

Martin nodded, "Pretty much." He packed away his grand ribbons and medals, handing them to Elizabeth, "I won't be in Morocco long, the crew will be back in Los Angeles to shoot soon. You and Lily don't need to come over, some places in Africa are not very safe."

Elizabeth packed the grand ribbons and medals into her suitcase, "Okay, I'll head back to Los Angeles to get ready for Maria's visit."

Bruce knocked on the door, saying, "You have a phone call."

Martin opened the door and asked, "Who's calling?"

Bruce glanced at Elizabeth and seeing no objection from Martin, he directly said, "That female editor, Rachel, the one who mentioned the literary adaptation a few days ago, didn't she claim to have a suitable novel for you to look at?"

Martin asked Elizabeth, "Interested in joining me to have a look at a project?"

However, Elizabeth smiled and shook her head, "I need to pack my things, you and Old Cloth go."

Martin grabbed his coat and left the room with Bruce.

On the way, Martin switched to the special phone for the trio that Nicholson sent after the Santa Monica Pier incident and called Nevies.

"Buddy, the baiters are back," he said.

Nevies had been briefed by Martin about the specifics before, "If the bait is good, you can eat the bait and throw away the hook."

He emphasized, "Just don't take the hook to a private venue, you've seen the FBI's style."

Martin had actually been involved twice, and both times it was Russia who was unlucky.

Nevies added, "The leader of those people is one rank below me. As long as you don't get caught by the hook, everything else is manageable. I'll retaliate soon on my side too, by sending him overseas as a liaison officer."

With this in mind, Martin went downstairs with Old Cloth to the café next door, meeting Kate and Rachel once again.

When they entered, Rachel whispered, "As expected, he didn't bring his girlfriend over. He still has that sort of interest in us."

Kate asked, "Is everything ready on your end?"

After their last meeting, Rachel and her supervisor had analyzed carefully and felt they couldn't rush things. One or two times might not be enough to lower Martin Davis's guard.

Once they became more familiar with each other, some things would naturally happen...

After Martin came over, he shook hands with Kate and Rachel and sat down across from them.

Today, the two women had changed their style, wearing long dresses and light makeup, their smiles sweet—a bit like Elizabeth Olsen's everyday look.

Martin suspected that next time they might switch to Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Aniston's style and demeanor.

Kate said with a sweet smile, "Congratulations on receiving the Presidential Medal of Freedom."

Rachel said something similar.

"Thank you." Martin let Bruce order a few cups of coffee, then got to the point, asking Rachel, "You mentioned on the phone that you brought a literary project suitable for a film adaptation?"

Rachel nodded, saying, "Yes, we've discussed it internally and feel it has great potential for adaptation."

This was a work that her team had scrambled to find overnight. To make it convincing, they even faked a publishing house's name and contacted the author. Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire

They certainly didn't dare to use a famous author's work because if there were any problems, it would be very troublesome.

So, they specifically chose a science fiction novel with some reputation online, one that hadn't caught publishers' attention and was only being updated on a personal website.

The FBI had a dedicated Hollywood liaison office. Rachel had once been an assistant there and had roughly estimated that turning this novel into a movie would require an investment of over a hundred million US dollars.

Such a project would definitely not be settled anytime soon, giving her the chance to pull strings with Martin from many angles and foster their relationship.

Martin directly asked, "Did you bring the work with you?"

Rachel opened her briefcase, took out a folder, and handed it over.

Martin took it and found it was full of printed manuscripts, looking at them with a puzzled look.

Rachel explained, "It hasn't been published yet and is being serialized online."

Martin nodded, took out the bound manuscript, and saw the name on the cover—The Martian!