Chapter 681: Tesla!

Amid the bustling atmosphere of the Los Angeles Convention Center, where the future of space exploration was being unveiled by NASA, Martin found himself engulfed in the throng. The grandeur of the plans, from moon bases to Mars landings, captivated the audience, but to Martin, a self-proclaimed scion of two generations, it was like deciphering celestial scripture.

Pausing at various project exhibits, Martin sifted through brochures and materials, determined to only invest in what he understood. Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the hum of the crowd, "Good morning, Martin. Surprised to see you here."

Turning, Martin greeted Greg with a polite handshake, recalling their past dealings when Greg acquired "Romantic Trouble" for Netflix. Martin's business with Jennifer Siebel, now managed by Elizabeth Olsen, was no secret in Hollywood circles.

Accompanying Greg was a distinguished figure, Mark Randolph, the visionary behind Netflix. Introductions were made, and pleasantries exchanged, with Mark expressing his admiration for Martin's work and requesting an autograph. Martin reciprocated with a nod to their shared Netflix investments, seizing the moment for a photo op with the legendary entrepreneur.

As the camera flashed, Mark seized the opportunity to broach business, revealing Netflix's plans to collaborate with David Fincher on a political drama. Martin, privy to Fincher's musings, acknowledged their prior discussions about the project's direction. Mark, eager to secure top talent, sought Martin's interest in the venture, with Greg reminding him of their shared stake in Netflix.

Despite his genuine interest, Martin cited scheduling conflicts, a common refrain in Hollywood's dance of obligations. Yet, he left the door open for future collaboration, offering his assistance when the script was ready for review.

With a promise made, Martin reflected on his priorities. While Netflix's offer was enticing, his sights were set on the ultimate prize: the coveted Best Actor Oscar. Aware of the industry's intricacies, he knew that committing to streaming projects could complicate his path to Hollywood's highest honor. For now, Martin's focus remained on projects that would elevate his craft and pave the way to Oscar glory.

As Martin wrapped up his lively discussion with the Netflix executives, he strolled through the convention's myriad exhibition areas, marveling at the ambitious aerospace projects displayed. Moon colonies, Mars missions, even ventures to the outer reaches of Jupiter and Uranus – they all seemed like distant dreams to him.

With his modest funds, Martin knew he couldn't make a dent in these grandiose endeavors. The potential returns, if any, felt elusive. As a man who relished life's pleasures, he yearned for investments with more immediate gratification.

Lost in thought, Martin found himself drawn to an exhibition hall emblazoned with the name "SpaceX." Standing before it was a figure he recognized – a tall, formidable man who exuded an air of familiarity.

Spotting Martin, the man approached with a confident stride. "Martin Davis, right?" he greeted, as if they were old acquaintances.

Martin's eyes widened in recognition. "You're Elon Musk!"

"Intrigued by space ventures?" Musk queried, his tone inviting. "SpaceX is pioneering manned space travel. Imagine being among the first tourists."

Martin deflected the offer, countering, "How about investing in my film project? It's a space-themed movie."

Musk, ever the entrepreneur, proposed a deal: sponsorship in exchange for Martin's endorsement of Tesla electric cars post-Cadillac contract.

Intrigued but cautious, Martin listened as Musk pitched Tesla's upcoming Model S launch, envisioning Martin as the face of their groundbreaking product.

"Picture this," Musk gestured, his eyes alight with excitement. "Amidst a sea of gas guzzlers, you're cruising in a Tesla. You'd be the center of attention."

Martin replied diplomatically, "Hollywood protocol forbids discussing business without my agent. Contact them first."

Before parting, Martin extended an invitation for further discussion at Disney Studios, his mind already spinning with ideas.

As they went their separate ways, Martin's thoughts drifted to Musk's Hollywood connections – including his actress wife, Dalulla Riley, known for her cameo in "Inception."

Exiting the SpaceX exhibit, Martin reunited with Lily and Elizabeth, who had been captivated by the space exhibits. Together, they headed to the front hall, where Bruce awaited them for the journey home.

Once settled in the car, Martin wasted no time in contacting his investment manager, Flynn. "Prepare to invest in Tesla stocks," he instructed, eager to seize the opportunity.

"And keep me informed of any capital raises," he added thoughtfully. The promise of new ventures, both in space and on the stock market, filled Martin with anticipation as they drove into the night.

Amidst the bustling streets of Los Angeles, the trio of friends – Martin, Elizabeth, and Lily – shared a moment of camaraderie outside the convention center. Elizabeth, aware of Martin's financial acumen, chimed in, "I'm in too. Let's do this."

Martin nodded in agreement, appreciating their unwavering support.

Lily, never one to shy away from an opportunity, added enthusiastically, "Count me in as well!"

With Bruce's unspoken endorsement, their resolve solidified. The Escalade surged forward, leaving the convention center behind.

...

Meanwhile, across the square, a figure emerged from an outdoor café, slipping into a sleek Mercedes-Benz sedan parked nearby. Dressed sharply in a suit, the man exuded an aura of success.

His name was Lynch – a man with a past intertwined with the elite of Hollywood. Under the guise of Braun, he once extended an invitation to a trio of Hollywood elites for a special golf event, only to be rebuffed.

Beside him sat Michelle Bryan, a blonde bombshell with a keen eye for opportunity. As they watched Martin and his companions depart, Lynch remarked, "Martin Davis and his girlfriend just left."

Michelle, absorbed in her makeup, inquired casually, "Martin and Elizabeth Olsen seem close?"

Lynch, well-versed in the intricacies of Hollywood gossip, replied, "Martin's always making headlines, but Elizabeth remains loyal."

Michelle nodded thoughtfully, then turned her attention to business. "Have you dealt with Fernandez's lackeys?"

Lynch confirmed, "Fernandez knows the stakes. He's laying low."

Michelle, unfazed, retorted, "These Mexicans have a knack for survival." She glanced towards Carlyle De, a figure of interest in their circle.

Lynch cautioned, "Martin and his crew can be troublesome."

Michelle, confident in her methods, dismissed his concern. "We operate at a higher level. No need for petty schemes."

Having navigated the cutthroat world of Hollywood, Michelle had risen to the top, her fines and sentences mere blips on her ascent to power.

Alone in the car, Michelle mused, "Hollywood's male stars are easy prey."

Lynch, ever the pragmatist, added, "Martin Davis is a prime target."

Michelle's smile was predatory. "Even if he resists, we'll find a way to reel him in. His profits will cover any costs."

In the shadows of fame, they'd honed their craft, exploiting the vulnerabilities of Hollywood's elite.

Lynch posed the inevitable question, "How do we lure Martin into our fold?"

Their strategy, honed through years of experience, would soon unfold – a web of temptation and deceit, spun to ensnare the unsuspecting stars of Hollywood.