America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 546 - 539 Binding

At night, in a luxury mansion on the southern slopes of Sherman Oaks.

Louise stood alone behind the bar, shaking the cocktail shaker in her hand vigorously before slamming it onto the wooden countertop with a thud.

The noise startled a pair of wild mandarin ducks.

Martin turned his head and said, "Hey, dear, why the foul mood?"

Leaning against the bar, Carrie Gray, who was crouching down, steadied herself with Martin’s support and said, "I just got elected as a Georgia State Assembly member, can’t you congratulate me properly?"

Louise unscrewed the cap of the shaker and poured three cocktails, saying, "His girlfriend’s twin sister lives right next door; I’m afraid they might come knocking."

"That would be perfect." Maybe it’s that her heart had grown colder and her guts bolder since entering politics, but Carrie, leaning on Martin, said, "We could let them join in, too."

Martin is a decent man and flicked her forehead lightly, saying, "Don’t start howling at the moon."

Carrie picked up a glass and offered it to Martin to drink, "I apologize, is that better?" she asked. "How do you plan to congratulate me?"

Martin had already thought about it and said, "We’ll communicate in depth tonight."

Carrie was taken aback, thinking to herself that there’s no such thing as using ’communication’ as a form of congrats.

But Louise understood and started laughing merrily, saying while she laughed, "She doesn’t need it; you can just ’communicate’ with me."

"You two..." Carrie got it, "then let’s not waste time, without good communication, where’s the release of emotions!"

The villa became lively.

After the celebration for Carrie was over, the three of them sat side by side on the bar stools, chatting with drinks in hand.

"It’s been a long time since we hung out like this." Louise was pouring drinks for the others, "In the first two years you came to Los Angeles, the three of us often got together."

Martin said, "I come here often now as well."

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"Much less." Louise spoke wistfully, "I’m starting to miss the old days."

Carrie pinched her playfully, "That means you’re getting old."

"You’re the one getting old!" Louise retaliated with a pinch and reached out to cover Carrie’s mouth, "You’re the old lady!"

Not to be outdone, Carrie clamped down harder; the two of them tumbled to the carpet, yelling in unison, "Martin, come help me!"

Martin pulled out his phone, switched to the camera view, and pressed record, "Put in some effort, how can you win without effort? Carrie, you’re at a disadvantage, grab hair, grab Louise’s hair quick! Damn, I meant the hair on the head!"

The two women let go in unison and reached for Martin, dragging him down to the carpet with them.

The ruckus grew louder, as if it was shaking the ceiling.

After a good while, Carrie and Louise each pulled on one of Martin’s arms to prop up their heads.

Seeing that they were spent and that it was the best time to be emotionally in sync with him, Martin brought up the real topic, "Congresswoman Erika got elected as a senator?"

The female politician, who had held aloft a pink water jug in the past, was a representative figure for the Donkey Party in Georgia.

Carrie half-joked, "It wasn’t easy; that water jug laid a solid foundation for her."

Martin said bluntly, "I want to take down Harvey Weinstein. As far as I remember, he’s also got his roots in the Donkey Party."

Carrie frowned, "Why?"

Martin had his suspicions, "I think the Nolan Crew’s shooting incident last time was related to Harvey’s Foot Clan; the real target was me, but since I’m always careful with firearms, the misfortune fell on that Brit..."

He said, "Who can stay on guard every day? One slip and I’m done for. Once I’m gone, Davis Studio is too."

Louise propped herself up, "You mean, if all your projects are done for, we can’t make money off of you anymore, right?"

Martin wouldn’t overestimate the sentimental value of communication, "Tell me, how good is my eye for picking projects and films?"

Carrie and Louise fell silent; they had been investing in movies chosen by Martin for years, and their profits were substantial. Moreover, as Martin climbed higher, his commercial draw only grew, promising even more lucrative returns in the future.

Finding a replacement for that wasn’t hard – worse comes to worst, they could use a Joker statue – but finding someone like him within such projects was immensely difficult.

Carrie giggled, "See, I told you he’s deep; he bound us with that thing and profits, with an ulterior motive."

But Louise was pondering, saying, "Just the three of us, I won’t do it."

"It’s not just us; I’ve united many people and powers..." Martin exaggerated the current situation and shared his thoughts and plans.

He said, "Remember, Congresswoman Erika got her start advocating for women’s rights. This could be an opportunity for her."

Carrie remembered the water jug from back then.

Martin said, "If handled well, this could bring her a hundred, even a thousand times more fame than the water jug did!"

There are factions within the Donkey Party. After considering for a while, Carrie said, "We can give it a try. We don’t have to be at the forefront; if things turn sour, we’ll back off. The influence of the Cola Cult is increasing, no one will ignore you."

Louise added, "To be honest, Harvey may not be as wealthy as you, not to mention influence across the states. He’s got you beat in years of experience, but in another five or six years, you’d be able to handle him on your own."

Martin hugged the two, "There’s another possibility, I might not last five years, he might get me first."

Carrie sprang up, "We’ve given up a lot for you; now it’s your turn to pay up!"

The next morning, when Martin left, his steps were slightly unsteady. At that virile age, he truly was a bit daunting.

...

At Warner Television Network, recording for another episode of "The Helen Show" was wrapped up. Helen, who ranks among North America’s top three female talk show hosts alongside Oprah and Ellen Degeneres, came off set to remove her makeup.

Her assistant knocked and entered, saying, "Boss, Damian called. He wants to have lunch with you."

Without hesitation, Helen replied, "Cancel it, I don’t have time for him. Have the driver get ready, I’m going to Beverly Hills—Martin has asked to meet me."

The assistant immediately went to make the arrangements.

An hour and a half later, Helen arrived at Martin’s home as agreed.

Martin had already asked the chef to prepare lunch.

The two of them had been through the Burbank Middle School incident together, which brought them closer than ordinary friends.

Martin invited Helen into the dining room to eat and chat.

Helen asked, "You said there was big news, any insider information to share with me?"

"My old friend, just watch this." Martin picked up the remote control and turned on the TV in the dining room. The LCD screen played the video Ivan had bought.

Seeing Harvey Weinstein’s chubby face on the screen, Helen instinctively put down her knife and fork, focusing all her attention on the screen.

It was a coercive and deceptive trap. Despite the woman’s continuous refusals, the tall, burly fat man said things like, "Screaming your head off won’t help," as he pressed on her with his overwhelming size and weight.

Helen was a woman and, strictly speaking, part of the broader entertainment industry, so not only had she heard about such unwritten rules, but she had also encountered them firsthand.

In this industry, it’s practically impossible for beautiful women to escape unscathed.

The goddesses who seem pure in the eyes of their fans are nothing but eager pleasers on the tycoons’ red sofas.

But as Hollywood has evolved, it’s often more about mutual agreements.

There are too many beautiful women in the entertainment industry; if not this one, there are countless others waiting behind her.

You don’t need to force them; there’s no shortage of people lining up willing to step up without any coercion.

However, the one on the screen seemed to have a special fondness for a simple and crude approach.

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At the end of the video, it was the fat man’s temptation and warning.

It was the same old story—promising her opportunities and roles, threatening that if she didn’t comply, her acting career would be over, she would never make it, and there might even be more severe consequences.

After the video finished, a phone recording played next, with the voice on the other end claiming to be Matt Damon, sternly warning the victim.

Helen could hardly believe it, "Is that really Matt Damon? He doesn’t seem like that kind of person."

Martin said, "It used to be Ben Affleck doing this, but Big Ben doesn’t carry the same clout anymore."

Helen nodded slightly, "I haven’t heard much about Big Ben lately."

"Neither have I." After the shooting incident, Martin had people look into Pitt and Big Ben’s latest activities, but they hadn’t found anything—Los Angeles was just too big.

He asked, "What do you think about the news value?"

"Immeasurable, it would create an explosive news effect," Helen said. She was no longer the young journalist charging forward with a camera. Now, successful and well-known, she couldn’t afford to take such a big risk, "But if not handled properly, it could blow up in our faces."

Before the Burbank Middle School incident, no one would have stopped her from reporting such news; she would have risked everything to get it out.

Placing himself alongside her, Martin said, "That’s why we can’t be on the front lines."

Helen’s tone shifted, "If it’s the right fit, I wouldn’t want to miss out on news like this."

Martin pointed at the TV screen, "How about having her on your talk show?"

"As long as the timing is right, no problem," Helen said and then pondered a moment, "It’s best to find a few more."

Martin nodded, "I’m working on it, and until then, we stay silent."

"Our silence now is for the outburst to come," Helen stated.

Not long after lunch, Helen took her leave.

Martin then received a phone call from the community committee, and a vice chairman promptly came to visit.

"Mr. Davis, I apologize for the intrusion, but there’s one thing I need to inquire about," the vice chairman said, knowing the residents of the community were wealthy and therefore being particularly polite.

Martin replied, "Please, Mr. Brandt, go ahead."

Brandt smiled and said, "Your trash bin has been damaged again, and we have to replace it."

Martin understood, "You should ask Mr. Stuart Townsend next door about that. I’ve seen him kicking my trash bin when I went to throw out the garbage."

"Him?" Brandt nodded, "No wonder there’s always a problem with the trash bins at both houses."

Martin asked, "He even kicks his own trash bin?"

Brandt responded, "Between your two houses, we’ve had to repair and replace the trash bins five times. It started with Mrs. Theron’s bin next door—we had to take it away for repairs."

He laughed awkwardly, "I remember it was right after you had won the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor."

Martin said, "You could talk to Mr. Townsend about it. Mrs. Theron and I are good friends; it would be awkward for me to bring it up."

"I’ll be sure to visit him," Brandt said, then took his leave.