America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

The Trio of Scoundrels drank more and more, and two bottles of whiskey were soon emptied.

Martin hadn't drunk this much in a long time and inevitably felt the alcohol hitting him, "Come on, keep drinking, you guys are too slow."

Nicholson shouted, "Today, it's just brothers, no women, drink until we're wasted!"

Leonardo went to get the third bottle, opened it, and poured each in turn.

After downing another round, Nicholson belched and slapped the table, "I had it all planned out. Gisele invited us to her pre-wedding party, and Martin and I were going to do some work in the middle to try to get Leo to give her a baby."

Martin clapped and laughed, "Perfect plan."

Nicholson said, "But that idiot Leo didn't even get an invite to Gisele's bachelorette party!"

Leonardo lifted his glass and clinked it with Martin and Nicholson, "Today we don't talk about women, let's just drink to brotherhood!"

Martin took a big gulp, "Life's so much more interesting with you two scoundrels."

"To our brotherhood!" Nicholson also took a large drink.

Soon, two bottles were finished, and the three were slightly drunk.

Leonardo, who swore not to talk about women that night, suddenly cried, tears streaming down, "My Gisele is engaged! She's engaged!"

In despair, he said, "I was thinking, after I've had enough fun and am ready to settle down, I'd go back and find her. But she completely abandoned me and went into someone else's arms."

Nicholson held Leonardo, drunkenly consoling him, "I know the feeling and understand how you feel. I once ordered the same type of butter Marlon Brando used from France, planning to try it on him. But just as the butter arrived, Marlon went to meet God!"

He cried as well, as heartbroken as Leonardo, "My butter went unused! Marlon, why didn't you wait for me to use it..."

All of a sudden, Martin stood up, bellowed, "The two of you shut up, what a spectacle you're making! We're the Trio of Scoundrels, the leaders of the Hollywood Face Gang, the most outstanding agents of chaos!"

His bellow actually silenced Nicholson and Leonardo.

Martin grabbed the bottle and took two big gulps, "Our mission as a trio is destined to break into Washington, take down the White House, and dissolve the United States Federal Government!"

Leo cheered loudly, "That's the decision, our Face Gang trio will lead the dissolution of America!"

Nicholson, in a drunken haze, said, "I was thinking of taking the butter to heaven to find Marlon Brando in a few years, seems I'll have to live a bit longer."

The three drunken fools started a passionate discussion on this topic.

The next morning, Martin woke up, came out of the bedroom, and saw that the two scoundrels, Nicholson and Leonardo, were still sound asleep on the living room carpet. He didn't wake them.

After freshening up, he was about to leave but then had an idea and quickly went to the kitchen of the suite and found a box of butter.

Good brothers, of course, need to feel the burning love.

Martin took a stainless steel spoon, pried open the box of butter, scooped out some with the spoon, smeared some near Nicholson's crotch, and the rest on Leonardo's backside, then placed the box of butter next to Nicholson.

Perfect!

Martin tossed the spoon and left on his own.

After breakfast at the restaurant downstairs, Martin and Bruce drove away from the hotel.

Just as Martin walked into Alexandra's small apartment, two thunderous screams came from Leonardo's upstairs suite.

Nicholson, still groggy, saw the butter on his crotch and shouted, "Leo, I fuckin' treated you like a brother, and you sneak around doing this to me!"

Leonardo, not fully sober yet, pulled his pants forward, pointing at the butter on his rear, "Cut the slander, it's clear you did it to me! Jack, you've been wanting to use that butter for a long time, haven't you? You dare covet my beauty, you scoundrel!"

"Pah!" Nicholson pointed at Leonardo's backside, "If you don't lose weight, you'll turn into Kim Kardashian!"

Their eyes met, and suddenly they realized a key issue, Martin was not there!

It wasn't hard for Leonardo to figure out, "It must have been that scoundrel Martin."

Nicholson said, "No one else would be this twisted."

They looked at each other and reached an understanding, "Find a chance to get him back!"

...

Because of the trouble that comes with a heavy chest, Alexandra has been practicing yoga, hoping to reduce some of it.

Even a slight reduction for her size would not affect the quality and feel of the cleansing milk.

She had bought an art film from Sacred Valley the day before and, after returning to the apartment, Alexandra studied it all night. She realized that yoga could indeed be applied to the field of art.

But the male counterpart couldn't be just anybody.

Luckily, Martin was no ordinary man, effortlessly performing many difficult poses.

When the apartment quieted down, Alexandra didn't know how long she had been out before coming to, "Martin, those male artists from Sacred Valley are no match for you."

Martin was anything but modest, "Back when I was shooting 'Zombie Stripper,' Jenna Jameson, who played the supporting actress, wanted to pull me in to film with her."

Alexandra, having seen the gossip and just having experienced it firsthand, truly admired him, "Someone as outstanding as you could make it big in Sacred Valley."

Martin boasted unabashedly, "Someone once said I could be the next Rocco Siffredi."

Alexandra nodded repeatedly, "You certainly have the same impressive assets as Rocco Siffredi."

Martin couldn't help but laugh, taking hold of her advantage, "Not as impressive as yours."

Unable to grasp it, though.

After watching True Detective, she rewatched that particular scene many times, only to realize after actual physical contact, that the scene didn't reflect the reality of possibilities.

Suddenly, there were knocking sounds from outside, banging continuously.

Alexandra felt helpless, could only wrap herself in a blanket, go over and peep through the peephole, only to find her sister Catherine. She immediately held her breath, not wanting to open the door.

That whorish woman even tried to seduce Martin during the filming of "John Wick"!

Catherine, not getting a response, simply opened her purse and said, "I know you're in there. If you don't open the door, I'll use my key to let myself in."

Alexandra felt a stab of pain in her chest from annoyance, opened the door, and demanded, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing her looking like this, Catherine reached out to pull off the blanket, "Are you naked underneath?"

Alexandra quickly dodged.

Catherine took the opportunity to slip through the door, closed it behind her, and asked, "Who are you messing around with? Is it Martin?"

"Shut up!" Alexandra grabbed her.

Catherine said, "I haven't even opened my mouth, why should I shut it?" She stared at her sister and sneered, "Clearly, it's your mouth that hasn't been shut!"

Martin, having already dressed, came out from the bedroom and greeted, "Hello, Catherine."

Seeing that it really was Martin inside, Catherine wanted to jump over but was firmly held back by Alexandra.

She had to hold back, to avoid scaring him off, and said, "Long time no see."

Alexandra told Catherine, "Sit down."

Catherine sat down reluctantly.

Martin went to the washroom.

In a low voice, Catherine said, "You'd rather give those flashy sluts a chance than consider your own sister."

"Is that something a normal person would say?" Alexandra's voice was also low as she directly said, "You're only 17, he won't take you seriously."

Catherine, who grew up in no ordinary family, immediately understood the implication, "Then I'll just wait until I'm 18."

By then, Martin came out from the washroom and suggested, "It's almost noon, shall we all go have lunch together?"

Catherine agreed immediately, "Sure."

Alexandra went to get dressed and put on makeup, dragging Catherine away with her.

Martin roughly understood her intentions, thinking to himself that she was underestimating his character; he wasn't the same kind of guy as Bruce.

The three of them left the apartment and found a nearby restaurant.

When the meal was served, Alexandra was pondering how to approach Martin about the female lead role in "New Nightmare on Elm Street."

Martin had learned quite a bit from Leonardo, understanding the recent developments concerning Alexandra.

Before she could speak, he asked, "You've worked with Wes Craven before, how was it?"

Alexandra nodded eagerly, "Great, Wes took good care of me on set, said I was part of the Face Gang and couldn't let me be mistreated."

Martin smiled and said, "He's the first leader of the Hollywood Face Gang. The Face Gang tradition of face cleansers was also founded by him. With your outstanding attributes, you are very suited for the lead role in horror films."

The traditional American horror movie requires the female lead to be attractive, and it's even better if she has a pretty face and a curvaceous body.

Alexandra pursed her lips, feeling somewhat excited inside, thinking Martin really was a good guy.

She had been around the acting scene for a long time, and although she hadn't experienced it firsthand, she had heard many talk about how stars, directors, and producers often act like they don't know you after getting what they want.

Martin said, "Wes Craven is preparing 'New Nightmare on Elm Street', and I remember the first lead is a woman. I'll contact him in a bit."

After all, they had the foundation of having worked together on "The Haunting."

Alexandra thought for a moment, then said, "If it's too much trouble, never mind."

Martin shook his head with a smile, "It's a project led by the old boss, let me ask now."

He glanced at the time and promptly took out his phone, immediately calling Wes Craven. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, he brought up "New Nightmare on Elm Street" and Alexandra.

Wes Craven considered for a moment, then agreed.

Alexandra was watching Martin the entire time, her ice blue eyes exceptionally bright, like a Husky eager to play various games with its owner.

After some consideration, at just 23 years old, she had plenty of time to make use of. She could entirely tie herself to Martin before she hit thirty.

Plus, Martin wasn't one of those despicable scoundrels; she could leave whenever she wanted, if she chose to.

After the meal, Alexandra shooed Catherine away and pulled Martin back to the apartment.