Hearing these words, Martin thought of the endless "Gone with the Wind," the traders wandering near yton, and the bodies falling in front of shotgun barrels.


    Who would willinglyy at the bottom to be a stepping stone for others?


    Who would allow themselves to be drained of all essence like ore?


    Who would work like a donkey,shed and toiling yet only going in circles?


    Martin downed his drink in one gulp, "Those who drag me down, I will kick into hell; those who block my way, I will push off the cliff; those who press from above, I will throw into the fire pit. Louise, could the future be any worse than my past?"


    "What do I have to lose? If I fail, the worst I could do ise back as a dancer, or head to Sacred Valley to shoot films! I don''t want to be a poor ghost all my life, stuck at the very bottom!"


    A smile with a gap in his teeth appeared on the left corner of his mouth, "Do you know? Adam Smith, the likeliest candidate for the lead role in ''Zombie Stripper,'' was taken away by the DEA."


    Louise immediately understood, "So that''s what happened." Sheughed, "Scumbags and mud pits are a perfect match."


    "Please, go on," Martin poured them both another drink, no matter how many news reports and rumors he had seen in his previous life, they were all just watching from across the river, nowhere near as real as the firsthand experiences of Louise, the producer.


    Louise said, "If you want to really make it, leave Anta, go to Los Angeles. Georgia''s incentives will attract more and more Hollywood crews, but Toronto, Australia, and Moro have done simr things years ago, yet they couldn''t be star-making locations. Typically, for a standard Hollywood production, the main cast and crew are decided upon before they leave Los Angeles."


    Pointing at Martin''s mouth, she said, "The ent, your Southern ent won''t be a problem for marginal roles with little dialogue, but for roles with more lines, it won''t work—you don''t have the Hollywood ent. Of course, for Zombie Dancer, it doesn''t matter, as the character is designed to be a Southern vampire."


    "Hollywood ent?" Martin was briefly puzzled, but quickly grasped the concept, "Themon ent in Hollywood movies, right?"


    Louise advised, "Correct it in your daily speech, and seek a professional coach. I have yet to discover a professional training institution in Anta that provides training in Hollywood and British ents, which would enhance your corepetitiveness."


    Martin took those precious professional opinions to heart, "I''ll make a trip to the Savannah College of Art and Design Anta Campus tomorrow."


    Then Louise added more advice, "And one more thing, don''t hesitate when you see an opportunity. Don''t worry about whether the means are contemptible or if you''re being shameless—the most important thing is to win. If you win, everything in the past will be called inspirational; if you lose, no one will care about your righteousness."


    Suddenly, Martin asked, "May I try some tricks on you?"


    "What?" Louise, the drunk and lecher, unconsciously let her gaze drift downwards.


    Martin raised his drink to enhance the atmosphere, "My genius brain has juste up with several cocktail ideas."


    Louise, grinding her teeth, said, "You truly are a bastard! You deserve to wallow in the mud forever! Just wait, I''ll bite off your mortar and make it into a cocktail shaker!"


    Martin''s face could not be thicker, "A self-producing cocktail shaker?"


    "Shameless, without a trace of decency, you indeed have the potential to rise to the top. Give me a new recipe now." Hobbies drew more interest than work, and without any pretense, Louise made a straightforward deal, "This year… I''m swamped with work this year, plus there''s a film I''m supervising that will take me to Moro."


    She calcted the timing, "So, head to Los Angeles around the New Year; I will rmend you to an agency. Your acting is not a problem—I have seen every scene you''ve shot. As you''ve managed to greatly satisfy me, I''ll give you a bit of help where I can."


    Martin went back to the beginning, "What about Zombie Dancer? Leaving aside the capital."


    Louise saw Martin taking out a piece of paper and writing down the cocktail names and measurements, then said, "The lead role in a box-office movie is a very important qualification. Remember this, you bastard, when picking crews and roles in the early stages, it''s better to be the head of a group of chickens than the tail of a phoenix."


    She took the piece of paper Martin had finished writing on, kissed it earnestly, folded it carefully, and put it away, "A majority of Hollywood movie investmentse from syndications, like mypany, which never shoots films independently."


    "In such productions, there are various rtionships and interests to be bnced. Even if I''m the executive producer, I can''t rmend an actor whocks the ability and qualifications for important roles. The barrier between producers and productionpanies can''t be passed; multimillion or even billion-dor stakes are involved, think about it yourself."


    Martin sighed, "Firstly, I need to secure the male lead role in that million-dor project."


    Louise, thinking of something amusing,ughed uncontrobly, "When I rmend you, I surely can''t use Ma Zhen''s clips, right?"


    "I can help find the funds, will Kelly ept?" Martin mumbled, "She mentionedundering moneyst time."


    Louise didn''t care at all, "Moneyundering is the norm in the film and television industry; those Hollywood mix-and-match projects allunder money. Just keep the books well, stay low-key, the key is to pay the full amount of taxes, everyone washes together."


    She drank another with Martin, "Most Hollywood movies are money-losers, but massive funds pour in from all around the world, do you think the investors are fools? Put it this way, without the endless stream of dirty money, there wouldn''t be the prosperity of the film and television industry today."


    Martin believed it because he had seen it before, and Hollywood surely yed the game even more borately than that.


    Louise smiled even more happily, "You can find a stable and controble source of funds for Gray Company, Kelly will agree to all your demands."


    Martin grasped the essence, stability and controbility.


    He didn''t say more, clinked sses with Louise, "You''re about the same."


    Louise took pride in this, "I''m from Hollywood." She looked Martin straight in the eye, "Cocktails aren''t enough, I also need Penicillin."


    ......


    Under the setting sun, West Strip was bustling with people.


    Long lines formed in front of House of Beast and ck Bar.


    Most male customers would first go to ck Bar for a drink, then after ten o''clock, they''d head across the street to hook up with someone.


    The bar hadn''t opened yet; Boyette was supervising his men moving liquor when he suddenly received a phone call.


    He signaled to Diego and then turned to a nearby warehouse, asking, "What the hell is up with that idiot Adam Smith?"


    The other side only said two words, "Get out."


    Hearing the phone hang up, Boyette touched his trousers, pulled out a gun, didn''t even notify his men, and slipped into the warehouse. He opened a secret door, went in, closed it behind him, picked up the shlight prepared to one side, and started crawling forward, bent over.


    He didn''t crawl far before opening another door, entering the sewer, and running wildly along the sewer channel.


    Exiting through the pre-arranged location, he quickly entered the apartment building next door, went into a room, and changed clothes.


    Boyette approached the window, looked out at West Strip, and saw more than ten vehicles with DEA emblems rushing from various directions, surrounding ck Bar front and back. Heavily armed agents quickly stormed the bar.


    "These maniacs!" Boyette swore uncontrobly, "There''s so much stuff in Anta, why target me? Because I''m from the ck Gang in South City?"


    He flipped off in that direction, "You bunch of racist assholes!"


    Swearing aside, Boyette didn''t dare to linger, he opened a drawer to take out a set of car keys, and hurried away from the area.


    Getting into the car, his few brain cells desperately revolved, it all seemed connected to Adam Smith somehow.


    Adam Smith got caught, Boyette got the message but didn''t take it seriously, just asked around.


    In the whole of Anta, those involved aren''t just a thousand, but at least eight hundred.


    And now the DEA was knocking on the door.


    Boyette recalled the ins and outs of thest time he saw Adam Smith.


    Trying to figure out what went wrong.