America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 625 - 618 Choice of Art

In the luxurious villa by the sea, the vast living room was set up with cameras and a sparse crew was bustling about.

Jenna Jones, seated in the director’s chair and wearing a headset, was listening to the on-set recording from the previous shoot.

The effect was quite good, pleasant to listen to.

Jenna looked up, noticing that the male actor was already in position, while the actress had yet to arrive.

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She glanced at her watch and said, "Where is Bibi? Why isn’t she here yet? She’s ten minutes late!"

In the midst of the hurried clacking of high heels, a woman quickly approached Jenna and said, "Director, Bibi suddenly had to take leave earlier, she can’t perform now."

Because of the nature of artistic performance, it was common for actors to run into unexpected issues on set; Jenna merely asked, "Are you sure?"

The woman replied, "I saw it with my own eyes."

There wasn’t enough time to find another actor, so Jenna stood up, took off her coat, and said, "I’ll stand in for this scene."

She glanced at her assistant, "You’ll take over the next scene."

The woman nodded, "I’ll go get ready."

Jenna, the director, became both director and actor, taking the stage to perform herself.

After shooting several scenes in a row, Jenna wrapped herself in a blanket and returned to the director’s seat to review the playback, scrutinizing the scenes she shared with the male actor, ready to reshoot anything that wasn’t satisfying.

At this moment, the assistant approached with a phone, "Director, you’ve got a call, they’ve been trying to reach you several times."

Jenna took the phone and answered, "Hello?"

The caller went straight to the point, "Brad Pitt has been released from prison..."

The voice was unfamiliar, and while Jenna didn’t know who it was, she knew what to do and replied, "Thank you, I got it."

The other party mentioned an address before hanging up.

Jenna had a stake in the company she was with, and it was not a small share.

The value of Brad Pitt was obvious without even thinking about it.

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She wrapped up in her blanket, stepped out onto a secluded balcony, overlooking any indecent exposure, and made a phone call, saying, "Anderson, Pitt’s out of jail; can you manage to meet him? Good, I’m waiting for your good news."

Actually, Jenna had always wanted to shoot a scene with Martin, having bought the adaptation rights to so many of his films, a bona fide action scene shot with Martin would definitely be explosive.

Initially, she harbored some illusions.

As Martin climbed higher and higher, Jenna knew it could only remain an illusion.

Then, replacing the male lead of her next film with Brad Pitt would also be a fine outcome.

...

Los Angeles, Pasadena.

The paroled Pitt entered a bar alone and ordered himself a large pint of beer at the counter.

Not having much money on him, he even started planning his drinking, not daring to go for the expensive stuff.

But having experienced the hellish prison, Pitt felt that life now was damn hard.

No need to sleep next to a toilet, no worry about getting beaten during yard time, and certainly no fear of being messed with during that time either.

Thinking of the Affleck Brothers, Pitt felt like a lucky one.

"Two glasses of bourbon," someone sat down beside him and said to the bartender, pointing at Pitt, "One for Brad; I’m a fan of his."

Pitt smiled at the man and thanked him before asking, "You looking for me for something?"

The man introduced himself and presented a business card, "Anderson, the artistic director of an art company."

Pitt glanced at the business card and understood what kind of art company this was; after all, before Ben brought him back to Los Angeles, he had been close to signing with another art company.

Anderson said, "Brad, we sincerely invite you to join us. We will assemble the best team for you, provide top-notch scripts and props, and have the hottest director and actress, Jenna Jones, partner with you."

At the moment, Pitt wasn’t concerned with these details and asked directly, "What about the income?"

Anderson replied, "A basic annual salary of five million US dollars, with additional sales commission."

This was an unprecedented high salary for artists in Sacred Valley, whether directors or actors.

Pitt was seriously considering the offer.

Since he had almost signed a contract with another company before, such things were far from taboo for him.

To ensure quality of life, money was essential.

Apart from acting, Pitt knew no other trade.

He couldn’t return to Hollywood or anything associated with it.

Pitt made up his mind internally, but he spoke differently, "I want a basic salary of ten million US dollars, plus half of the profits from the works’ revenues."

For the Sacred Valley company, this was like asking for the moon, but Anderson was secretly thrilled; Pitt’s words meant he wasn’t opposed to joining Sacred Valley, and everything was negotiable.

After several days of back-and-forth negotiations, by late September, Sacred Valley suddenly released shocking news: Brad Pitt, the former Hollywood superstar who had just been released on parole, officially signed with Sacred Valley Art Company, becoming a true artist.

The announcement caused a stir and even greater anticipation from the American public.

They couldn’t wait to see Pitt star in an artistic masterpiece.

Jenna Jones planned to personally oversee Pitt’s debut project and had already earmarked a role for him—Nick Dunne.

Pitt had to finish his testimony against Harvey Weinstein before he could formally join the shoot in Sacred Valley, so there was still some time to wait.

By that time, "Gone Girl" had already been released in North America.

Jenna Jones had almost secured the remake rights to every hot film starring Martin, so she believed that acquiring the rights for a Sacred Valley version of this one wouldn’t be a problem.

Moreover, regarding the rights issue, after Pitt had signed his contract, Jenna specifically discussed it over the phone with Martin.

...

New York, Ritz-Carlton Hotel.

In the luxury suite, Jolie burst from the edge of the hall, picking up speed as she dashed across, slamming into Martin’s back at the pace of a hundred-meter sprint.

Then, Aniston roared.

Hearing the roar, Jolie retreated a few steps with a smile, then sprang forward and slammed into Martin again.

Aniston shouted, "Have you gone mad tonight? Running back and forth, slamming into things, aren’t you tired?"

Jolie’s laughter was extra crisp, "Didn’t you want to celebrate Pitt’s joining Sacred Valley in the most special way?"

She struck Martin’s body once more.

"Right, it’s worth the wildest celebration!" Aniston, who had often been caught between Martin and Jolie over the years, was nearly corroded to darkness, "Angie, you didn’t eat dinner tonight, why are you so weak and listless?"

Thump! Jolie hit Martin again.

The madwoman’s elbow strick Martin’s side, causing him sharp pain that made him wince.

Martin said, "Don’t you two want to ask for my opinion on this?"

Jolie, still smiling, replied, "Right now, you’re just our tool for celebration, and tools don’t have the right to express opinions."

"You trying to turn the world upside down?" Martin retorted, grabbing Jolie and pushing her onto the couch.

He held Aniston down with one hand and picked up a Joker statue with the other.

It was a standing Joker statue carved in his likeness.

Martin flicked the Joker statue, determined to teach Jolie a good lesson.

Soon, a duet rang through the room.

After a round of poker, the three took a shower in the bathroom, and after coming out, Martin opened a bottle of champagne.

He poured three glasses, lifted his champagne glass, and said, "The good news you two brought is worth a drink."

Aniston and Jolie clinked glasses with him and drained their glasses.

Martin poured another round for everyone.

Aniston looked at Martin, then at Jolie, and said, "I never dreamed when I got divorced that it would end up with the three of us sitting together."

Jolie raised her eyebrows, "I made all this happen, you should thank me properly."

"I will," Aniston turned to Martin and said, "I’ll have someone modify the statue later, make it electric so the Joker’s head can turn rapidly."

Far from being scared, Jolie was even more excited, "Make two of them, and let Martin dual-wield them."

Martin ignored the nonsense from the two, and instead said seriously, "Both of you have considerable influence in Hollywood now."

Aniston said, "I can influence a group of people."

Jolie’s response was different, "I’m a leader."

Martin said, "This year, for the Oscar votes you hold, for Best Actor in a Leading Role, put Leonardo first."

Aniston appeared surprised, "I thought you were going to say we should vote for you."

"The Trio of Scoundrels have four Oscars, but none for Leo," Martin sighed, "to say it out loud, Jack and I would also lose face."

Jolie said, "I can vote for him, but you have to try harder tonight."

Aniston said, "Let’s have a second round."

Martin thought to himself, he would definitely tell Leonardo that for him to win the Oscar for Best Actor, he had risked his old life, and it was the free kind.

All night, Martin was left without a drop of energy.

After Jolie and Aniston fell asleep, he ran to the study, called Leonardo, regardless of the fact that the guy was snoring next to his partner, and berated Leonardo for being inhumane, leaving Leonardo puzzled the next day.

Jolie and Aniston only stayed in New York for one day before they were busy with their own things.

In the following days, besides filming, Martin also received a lunch invitation from Warren Buffett, the largest shareholder of Coca-Cola.

Of course, this wasn’t Buffett’s auctioned lunch event but a private gathering.

Subsequently, Martin paid him a visit and enjoyed a rather common steak meal in Buffett’s apartment.

Their conversation majorly revolved around the Cola Cult and the Coca-Cola commemorative brand.

Buffett thought that Martin could further utilize the brand of the Cola Cult to expand Coca-Cola’s influence.

The two chatted for a long time until Martin took his leave in the mid-afternoon.

Afterwards, the crew finished their filming in New York, and most of the staff returned to Los Angeles; only Chad led a small team to accompany Martin to Italy to shoot the street scenes in Rome.

These scenes were not numerous, mostly involving Martin walking through the streets, so they were relatively simple to shoot.

Entering October, the "John Wick: Chapter 2" crew finished shooting all the scenes in Rome, and without lingering in Italy, Martin, accompanied by Chad, headed back to Los Angeles.