America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

As more people entered the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the crowd's attention gradually dispersed and they no longer focused so much on the Trio of Scoundrels.

Martin and his companions encountered the couple, Meryl Streep and the sculptor Don Gummer.

After greetings were exchanged, Nicholson naturally stopped to chat eagerly with the couple, apparently discussing some artistic topic.

Martin, not wanting to meddle, walked on and asked Leonardo, "What do you think those three are talking about?"

Leonardo, the shameless one, said, "Could it be who's on top and who's on the bottom?"

Martin couldn't help shaking his head, "Leo, there's something wrong with the way you think."

"The one with the problem is you!" Leonardo emphasized, "Don't use your low-level, idiotic thinking to speculate about the noble character of artists."

Someone greeted them from the side, and Martin replied with a smile, but then he spotted a pair of well-built man and woman. He elbowed Leonardo, hinting, "I've found your favorite, but unfortunately she's in someone else's arms now."

Gisele Bundchen, dressed in a red gown, was intimately linked with a man taller than Martin.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I see him," Leonardo said, his voice a bit off. "The star quarterback from the New England Patriots, Tom Brady."

He strode towards them.

Concerned that Leonardo might suffer a loss, or that he wouldn't create a scene, Martin quickly followed, urging as they walked, "Leo, calm down. We are civilized people; let's not get physical, even if Gisele is your ex-girlfriend. It's normal for her to be with someone else."

Leonardo stopped, turned to look at Martin, and said, "Are you afraid I won't be able to fight? You bastard, you're doing this on purpose."

Martin, unabashed even after being called out, instead said, "I will cheer for you and, by the way, call an ambulance."

Leonardo felt that with Martin, the bastard, following him, he was bound to end up fighting Tom Brady, so he nipped that possibility in the bud, "Don't follow me. There are so many beautiful women here; why would you follow me, a man? I don't want people to get the wrong idea."

Martin shook his head firmly, "For the sake of a woman, you abandon your bro. You're just like Nicholson, putting lust before friendship. Leo, I misjudged you."

Leonardo hurried away to get away from this bastard.

Martin sighed, rather helplessly watching Leonardo embrace Gisele Bundchen and chat and shake hands with Tom Brady, knowing that the two of them weren't going to fight, so he could only find other amusements.

Leonardo was too spineless, passing up such a good opportunity to hit the sack, and instead going for the whole 'Let's all get along.'

Martin saw Angela Lindvall and planned to ask about KK's situation when suddenly a girl popped up and greeted him proactively, "Hey, Martin."

The girl had golden curly hair, wore a white angelic gown, and had some baby fat on her face, accentuated by deliberately painted drooping eyebrows, highlighting her pair of blue, fox-like eyes.

She had certainly trained herself, for when her fox-like eyes moved, there was a seductive charm to it.

"I'm Taylor Swift, your fan!" Taylor was young but knew how to mingle in the entertainment industry, continuously creating buzz since her debut, "You guys were so cool today, stealing all the spotlight."

Martin was not very familiar with the European and American music scene; what he knew were the household names, and Taylor Swift was one of them.

It wasn't because of her songs, but rather the gossip about her.

Martin had read some articles about her; Taylor had talent, but more importantly, her or her team's ability to create buzz was outstanding.

However, the person standing in front of him now was still just a country mold.

Taylor was excited, like a little fan, "I bought tickets to go to the cinema for each of your movies to support you."

"Thank you," Martin said politely while continuing to walk and talk, "I've heard your songs; you make excellent country music."

Taylor kept pace with him, appearing very confident, "You think so too? Many people say I have exceptional talent. Besides singing, I also write my own songs."

Martin deliberately asked, "I've heard you can write a song in just a few hours?"

Taylor proudly stated, "My fastest record is half an hour."

Martin nodded slightly, remembering the rumors and specifically asked, "Can you write a song for me? About me, as the theme."

"That's..." Taylor was a little troubled, as it was love that inspired her to create and breakups that sparked her true creativity.

Martin said, "Difficult to write? Or are there other conditions? I don't mind."

Taylor scratched her head, "I'll think about it. Inspiration for creation isn't something that comes on demand."

Martin went on, "What can inspire your creativity? Tell me, and I will do my best to make it happen."

Taylor, still new to the industry and not as thick-skinned as Martin, an old hand, couldn't say it outright but instead suggested, "We could have more contact, get to know each other better. That would help my creative process."

Martin pulled out his phone, "Your personal number?"

From the moment Taylor approached him, Martin had firmly taken control of the initiative, and seamlessly, Taylor found herself following Martin's lead without realizing it.

Without hesitation, she rattled off a string of numbers.

Martin dialed the number but hung up as soon as the call connected.

Taylor opened her purse, took out her phone, and saved Martin's number.

Martin said, "If you need help to inspire your creativity, give me a call, and don't be shy."

"Sure," Taylor asked tentatively, "are you formally inviting me to write a song?"

Martin thought for a moment and said, "I'm shooting a film about an assassin's revenge. If the song you create fits, I can extend an invitation on behalf of the crew."

Taylor, still just a rising country star and far from evolving to the level of a music sensation, quickly said, "I'll talk to my agent and record company. If they have no objections, I'll visit your crew as soon as possible."

She then asked, "Where is the crew located?"

"Brooklyn Studio." Martin also gave her the phone number for the crew's on-set office: "The project is called 'John Wick.'"

Taylor remembered the details firmly, didn't linger at the party any longer, stepped outside, called her agent, and hurried back to the hotel.

She was a girl with a strong desire for progress. Last year, while her album was charting, she would make pastries by hand to gift to the DJs in each city to get them to promote her single more.

Her thoughtful, little efforts were countless.

It's much the same with Hollywood actors, after all, talent and skill are only the foundation for success.

After watching Taylor leave, Martin noticed that Nicholson and the married couple Meryl Streep were gone and couldn't help but speculate.

Those in the arts have such dirty minds, unlike his pure self.

On the other hand, Leonardo was talking up a storm with Gisele and Tom Brady.

Martin, annoyed that he couldn't watch the fun, could only go to find KK and Angela.

"Hey Angie, you look beautiful tonight." Martin hugged the cunning fox and then turned to Carolina with concern, "Seeing you peaceful and safe, I can finally sleep well tonight."

KK smiled: "You still have such a way with words."

Martin examined her carefully: "Are all the fools at Victoria's Secret blind? How could you be considered overweight?"

Standing before him, KK wasn't just thinner than Kate Winslet but even compared to Jennifer Aniston.

KK felt helpless: "This is just how the circle works, I can't change it alone."

Angela also said, "Whether we're fat or thin, or whether our bodies are suitable, even though we are the masters of our bodies, we have no say."

KK was saddened; Victoria's Secret terminating her contract was a big blow to her career.

Martin opened his arms, and KK, not minding the crowd at the party, embraced his broad, warm arms.

"It's okay, you can always switch professions," Martin consoled her. "Work with me in movies; even a vase role wouldn't give you less income."

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Although KK knew that Martin's words were just to comfort her, they made her feel much better.

Compared to the brands and companies terminating contracts with her, and her so-called sisters distancing themselves, Martin was really a good person.

KK wiped the tear emerging in her eye on Martin's silk jacket and said, "If I'm really out of options, I'll definitely come to you. But it's not that stage yet, I will work hard to make a comeback."

Martin encouraged her, "Keep it up."

Angela commented from the side, "Martin, you have more conscience than those scoundrels."

Half-jokingly, Martin said, "That's because I'm only after your bodies."

KK playfully hit him, "Can't you let me be moved for a few more seconds?"

Martin put aside the joking, seriously saying, "If you girls want to try out a cameo in the movie scene and earn some extra cash, just come to me. Lead or supporting roles are definitely not available, but other small roles with lines are not a problem."

"You're too calculating," Angela looped her arm through his, "You definitely want to use our names to create buzz and attract attention."

KK looped her arm through Martin's other arm, "I've asked a few friends, and Martin is more than an actor in Hollywood, he's also the boss of a film production company. Angie, for the future, should we get on his good side?"

Angela lowered her voice slightly, "If you've thought about it, just say it, no need for reasons and excuses, I understand you. After all, you're in a state of high hormonal activity now."

However, KK replied, "You made me read those medical journals, saying that male genetic material can help women solve many issues. My condition may seem fine on the surface, but it's actually quite troublesome, Martin has enough vitality, I want to give it a try."

Angela, dragging Martin's arm, said, "Let's go quickly. We still have a night ahead."

Martin, hearing the two of them go back and forth without asking for his opinion, felt displeased, "I haven't agreed yet, okay?"

A slightly fuller KK didn't care about that, leaning close to his ear and whispering, "Angie and I are waiting for you to bestow on us a meal. Please, we beg you."

Faced with such sincere requests from KK and Angela, Martin couldn't bring himself to refuse. He looped one arm through each of theirs and followed them back to the hotel.