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America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

Become famous early, make money early, and enjoy the joy of life in America with both fame and fortune. The Great America, Hollywood, business warfare, entertainment industry, celebrities and movies… "Do you know what my favorite movie is?" "The Wolf of Wall Street?" "Yes, these sentences are really amazing!!" 【The world of investing can be a jungle. Bulls. Bears. Danger at every turn】 【I'm talking about normal people, working-class, everyday people. Everyone wants to get rich. Am I crazy? There's no such fuckin' thing as an Amish Buddhist】 【Are you behind on your credit card bills? Good! Pick up the phone and start dialing! Is your landlord ready to evict you? Good! Pick up the phone and start dialing! Does your girlfriend think you're a fucking worthless loser? Good! Pick up the phone and start dialing! I want you to deal with your problems by becoming rich! All you have to do today is pick up that phone and speak the words that I have taught you. And I will make you richer than the most powerful CEO in the United States of fucking America!!!】

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Chapter 200: The Sound of Gunfire_2

Helen glanced at Martin and immediately understood that this girl was all about looks and figure.

After asking a few more questions about the movie, the interview paused, and Helen would go to interview the other three female leads after resting for a while.

The Warner Bros. personnel had inquired into some matters of the crew and specifically went over to remind those three not to speak carelessly.

At this moment, Bruce found Martin, "You've got a text."

Martin glanced at his phone, it was from Elizabeth.

She asked if he was free now and if he could take a group photo with her classmates.

Martin asked the person in charge on site.

As it happened to be break time, the person in charge readily agreed.

Martin texted back Elizabeth with the location of the rest room.

Elizabeth replied, "I know where it is."

Not two minutes later, Elizabeth led a dozen or so girls through the door.

Most of them were sixteen or seventeen, dressed in the uniform of Holle Middle School.