Chapter 98

"Oh, I'm so miserable, really."

Martin laid back comfortably on the lounge chair, his hands behind his head. The young maid beside him fed him cut fruits, and every time he took a bite, he sighed dramatically.

Gordon, seated beside him, couldn't help but complain, "Yeah, I've never seen anyone as miserable as you. Every piece of fruit you eat is fed into your mouth. So miserable."

He took a bitter bite of the pear in his hand.

"Gordon, I heard the sarcasm in your words. Are you still angry with me because of your mother's accusations?"

"It's really unnecessary, Gordon. I've decided to give you a salary increase. You should be happy. Look around at these—" Martin gestured to the bodyguards scattered around him. Though they were called to protect him, they were really there to monitor him. "Their salary is less than half of yours. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Gordon asked, a bit numbly.

"Because you finally succeeded in becoming Martin's confidant!"

"Then I really have to thank you!"

"No need to thank me. I really don't need to tell my mother in detail if anything happens in the future—like if I dump you or something like that."

"But this is my duty."

"No, your job is to listen to Martin!"

Martin stretched, standing up from the lounge chair. Under the adoring eyes of the maid, he walked toward the room.

"Gordon, I'm going to continue figuring out the characters. Can you take them to rest? Aren't they tired after standing all day?"

Gordon looked suspicious. "You don't want to run away secretly again, do you?"

Martin replied angrily, "Am I such a person?"

"Who are you!" Gordon replied firmly.

"Then let them take turns on duty. There's no need for a group of people to surround me. I'm not a national dignitary. Really, you're not qualified at all as a confidant. I want to remove you from my confidant list and replace you with..."

"Who's that? Gruss? Groot?"

Martin returned to the house and made a few phone calls first.

"Hey, Grandpa, did you receive the video I sent you?"

"Oh, I've received it. What, are you bragging for me again?"

"Yes, yes, you're right, this is not bragging. I am just that good."

...

"Tommy (Cruise), the soundtrack for Little Island has been completed and sent. Please remind Harvey that this guy's phone can't be reached, and he doesn't know where he's gone fooling around again."

...

"John, the soundtrack for Hide and Seek is ready and has been sent to you. Please check it."

"What, a few places need to be re-dubbed?"

"Okay, okay, I'll rush back as soon as possible."

...

"Damn it, I shouldn't have listened to Peter and caused so much trouble and ruined my vacation!"

After hanging up the phone, Martin couldn't help but complain.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and a bodyguard's voice came, "Sir, Mr. Jackson is visiting."

"Okay, tell him i'll be there!"

"Martin, good news. I convinced Harvey to invest."

"Who?"

"Harvey, Harvey Weinstein. Miramax's Harvey Weinstein."

"Are you looking for Harvey? You should told me earlier, I know him well!"

"Ah?"

"By the way, how is your script going?" Martin asked with more concern.

"Well!" Peter's excitement disappeared as he lowered his head in frustration. "Harvey rejected it. At first, I planned to make a trilogy, then changed it to a two-part film, and now I'm only filming one!"

"One?"

Martin wondered. In his memory, The Lord of the Rings was filmed in three parts.

"What happened?"

"Harvey said he didn't have that much money and could only make one movie at most."

Martin was stunned for a moment, then delighted.

"No matter how much is missing, I can cast it and make a trilogy!"

"Ah?!"

Peter Jackson "copied" Martin's expression just now—first stunned, then ecstatic.

"Really!"

"Certainly! Even if Harvey doesn't want to make the film, I can buy the rights from him."

"Oh my God, you are such an angel to me, Martin! You saved me once again!"

"Stop, don't say this yet. Even if I want to invest, I need to see your script first."

"No problem. I've drafted it countless times and I'll get it to you as soon as possible."

...

With the arrival of June, schools in the United States were on vacation one after another, and the movie market entered its hottest summer season of the year.

"WTF! Is The Island ready to be released on June 20?"

Martin looked blankly at Jeff, who brought him the news.

"Yes, Harvey and Cruise Films have informed us. I hope, Martin, you can prepare for the promotion."

"This is too damn fast, right? The movie started shooting at the end of February, and it's only been more than three months now, right?"

Martin was really shocked. This is Hollywood, not Hong Kong!

Jeff laughed. "That's all because of you. Your storyboard script made the editing of the movie easy, and your soundtrack speed also improved. In addition to the speed of post-production, as well as the excellent condition of you, Lindsay, and Nicole Kidman during filming, the filming time was also greatly shortened..."

"When will the trial take place?"

Martin quickly accepted the news, which was a good thing after all.

"The day after tomorrow!"

"OK, I'll go and take Lindsay with me."

...

June 4th.

Martin took Lindsay Lohan to a screening room at Miramax to see the finished film of Little Island.

On the way, Gordon turned on the radio in the car.

"Hello, fellow listeners, this is episode 747 of American Public Radio's Music Charts, and I'm your old friend, Mark Winters."

"Music is the common language of mankind and a bridge of communication between people. It can cleanse people's souls. A heavenly song can put everyone in a good mood all day long... Today, Mark will give you a recommendation for a good song!"

"It doesn't belong to Britney or Christina. Their songs are everywhere recently. I think everyone wants a change! Well, today Mark will fulfill your wish and recommend a new song, a new song by a thirteen-year-old boy, from Martin Meyers!"

"Yes, yes, our little LA genius has a new single out—put down your newspapers, food, coffee, and water, are you ready to dance?"

"Come on, please enjoy Thatgir1!"

The bright and slightly melancholy music reached countless people's ears through the radio.

Just the prelude attracted the attention of many listeners.

When Martin's clear voice with a hint of hoarseness sounded, most people's attention was immediately captured.

Also included were the people in Martin's car.

Martin was clearly aware that, after the music started, Lindsay's little hand secretly wrapped around his arm.

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