America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 834 - 827: If Martin Can Ride on Popularity, So Can We

Atlanta, pushing toward the south side of Moro District.

A standalone house away from the community had been transformed into a workspace.

A black man came out from inside, opened the mailbox at the door, retrieved several pieces of mail and newspapers, and then returned to the workroom.

"Any new news, Ace?" A heavyset black man descended from upstairs.

Ace set down the newspapers and started opening the mail, saying, "Hopefully it's all good news."

The big guy, Kenan, came over, casually picked up a piece of mail, tore it open, saw the contents, cursed, and quickly went back upstairs.

Ace dropped the mail and followed him, asking as he walked, "What's the matter? What happened? Nobody sent us bullets, did they? We were still early on our payment terms from our last purchase on credit."

Kenan turned around: "Shut up, you stupid old black man!"

"Hey, man, that's racist!" Ace instinctively shouted, then shrugged resignedly: "Too bad you're a stupid old black man too, I can't sue you for that!"

Kenan reached the door of the largest room on the second floor and banged on it hard, calling out, "Guys, trouble's here!"

Inside the room were a man and a woman, both also black.

The black woman looked to be in her thirties and was clearly of mixed race, her skin much lighter than Kenan and Ace's.

The male looked fifteen or sixteen, with less obvious African ancestry, his skin barely darker than Mene's and dressed with care; at first glance, he resembled a younger, suntanned version of Martin.

Kenan handed the mail to the black woman: "Dorothy, just got this, a lawyer's letter from Los Angeles, from Martin Davis's attorney."

"My dad's lawyer's letter? He's coming to acknowledge me?" Paul, though young, spoke like a wisecracker, with a rap-like cadence: "What do you think I should prepare? Make a video of me and my superstar dad?"

Ace, following behind, chimed in: "Count me in, call me 'Ace and his Godfather Martin!'"

"Shut up," Dorothy said as she scrutinized the attorney's letter, which was all about Paul's Twitter and Instagram accounts.

Kenan waited for her to finish, took a look at it himself, then passed the letter to Paul, the concerned party.

Dorothy said: "If we continue posting related content, the next step might be a lawsuit."

Paul, the internet celebrity, said: "Let them sue then. A father suing his son would be a sensation online. My follower count would skyrocket."

Kenan said, "That's the idea, and we had anticipated that they might sue."

Dorothy asked, "What's the worst-case scenario if we lose?"

"Paul's accounts can definitely be saved, since 'Martin' is a common name," Kenan had done his research, consulting with professionals the first time the other party's agent got in touch: "According to past cases in Hollywood, Paul would need to delete all images, videos, and tweets involving Martin, issue a public apology in the newspapers, and pay a certain amount of compensation for reputation damage."

Ace asked hastily: "How much?"

Kenan answered: "It's usually nominal; for this kind of clout-chasing behavior, Hollywood has seen countless cases. The highest compensation was ten thousand dollars."

Dorothy was relieved: "We can totally afford that."

"Why?" asked Paul, the teenager, curious.

Kenan explained simply: "Because most Hollywood stars, before they became famous, had ridden the coattails of other popular stars. Martin Davis is no exception. I've looked into it carefully; he piggybacked on Paris Hilton's fame and even got directly involved in the triangle with Jolie, Aniston, and Brad Pitt, emerging as the biggest beneficiary."

Ace added: "If Martin can ride on someone else's coattails, why can't we on his?"

Like a rapper, Paul's voice rang out: "Isn't it natural for a son to ride on his dad's coattails?"

It seemed he had played the part so much that he had become immersed in it.

Dorothy said: "Born with a resemblance to Martin, that is Paul's unique edge; Martin is also the best target for us to leverage for attention. Most of Paul's Twitter and Instagram followers came because of tweets that had a special connection with Martin. To give up on that now would mean giving up the fan base Paul has built up, not so easily."

She was Paul's mother, with a complete plan for his future: "Let Martin Davis sue if he wants. When the news breaks, we'll secretly pay off some tabloids to leak gossip that Paul's Martin's illegitimate child."

Kenan shook his sizable belly: "That will spike Paul's visibility to the max."

Dorothy continued: "Then we'll release Paul's first rap song, and let the whole world see Paul's talent!"

Ace questioned: "Will that work?"

Paul's rapping tone sounded again: "You doubt my talent?"

"Of course, it will, we have successful precedents," Dorothy cited an example: "Justin Bieber initially became famous through internet marketing. Don't underestimate the internet's star-making power."

Kenan said: "We continue shooting content related to Martin as the father figure, and release it according to plan."

Ace, the team's photographer and makeup artist: "I'll go get ready."

Dorothy added: "And don't forget, we're black!"

Kenan said: "If necessary, Paul can even change his sexual orientation or gender."

In black tradition, when one person rises to stardom, they can support a whole bunch of people, let alone the team that helped him get there.

Paul quickly changed into a red outfit that resembled the attire of a cult hierarch.

After the photoshoot, they continued to tweet. As the operator, Kenan polished the photos and published them on Twitter, Instagram, and YouTube, along with a title and some text.

Title: "My Cola Cult Hierarch Father and Me."

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In the cornfields of the farm that stretched as far as the eye could see, a drone ascended into the sky, carrying a camera for an aerial view.

Martin, Mackenzie Foy, along with another, concluded their shooting session and got out of the Dodge pickup truck.

The props and stunt teams took the stage, decorating the interior of the pickup truck.

Stunt drivers dressed in the same outfit as Martin got into the vehicle, along with two clothed mannequins, one large and one small, preparing to shoot the scenes rushing into the cornfield.

Nolan came up to the vehicle and said to the stunt driver, "Don't worry about anything else, just go full throttle straight ahead, and try to keep the vehicle on a straight path."

The driver gestured an OK with his hand.

Nolan left and boarded a filming vehicle, then waved to Martin.

Martin also boarded the vehicle.

Nolan stood in the back of the vehicle, personally operating an IMAX camera.

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Martin, holding onto the railing, asked, "We're doing a follow shot?"

This was a vehicle specially equipped for filming high-speed shots, with a stabilizer mounted in the back, and Nolan pointed to the vehicle in front, specifically telling Martin, "The final presentation of this scene on screen will be a multi-angle mixed shot edit."

He looked up at the drone in the sky, "Top-down aerial shots, rear chase shots, and the in-vehicle scenes you've shot before, mixed edits."

Martin listened intently.

Nolan continued, "The logic of these shots is in motion. During filming, maintain high-speed motion, and when selecting shots in post-production editing, also make sure the shots are always in high-speed motion, which helps to engage the audience's emotions."

Martin nodded, "I get it."

As soon as Nolan gave the order, all departments were ready, and the shooting officially began.

The Dodge pickup spun its wheels on the dirt road and charged into the cornfield, knocking down countless corn stalks and plowing nearly a straight line through the lush green fields.

The drone was shooting from above.

In the car behind, Martin and Nolan operated the IMAX camera for the chase sequence.

Nolan's style was clearly different from Chad's.

Chad rarely operated a camera himself.

Nolan's crew, while filming, would often personally shoot the shots that required the IMAX camera.

The cornfield here was land rented from a farm, specially planted in advance, that could be freely destroyed.

Nolan planned to burn down the entire cornfield later.

The Dodge pickup continued its frenzied dash through the corn until it finally came to a stop after bursting out of the field.

The vehicle behind also drove out of the cornfield.

Nolan operated the camera to review the footage just shot, and after watching it once, he nodded, quite satisfied, "That'll do."

The shot was declared a success.

The stunt driver got out of the front vehicle. Martin hopped off the shooting vehicle and walked over to fist-bump him, "Buddy, you did an amazing job."

The stunt driver was an acquaintance of Martin's, having worked together several times in the "John Wick" series, "Compared to the action scenes we've shot, this wasn't too difficult."

Martin looked up at the sky and said, "The difficult part is piloting a spaceship out of Earth."

The stunt driver said seriously, "I can't do that for you; I've never learned how to pilot a spaceship."

Martin nodded, "Neither have I. I suppose there's still time to learn."

After a few jokes, Martin returned to the shooting vehicle and headed back to the farm road.

Next, they were scheduled to shoot the drone shots, and the actors could take a break.

Several off-road vehicles came over and took Martin and the others back to the area where the trailers were parked.

As soon as Martin got off the vehicle, Charlotte Kirk came over with an unopened bottle of mineral water, "I took it out of the ice bucket and let it warm up for a bit, the temperature is just right."

"Thanks," Martin took it from her.

Charlotte Kirk then handed out the rest of the mineral water bottles to the other actors who had returned, showing a particular knack for people skills.

In recent days, she was quite popular on set, being a beautiful person and willing to mingle with others.

Martin, sitting on a chair, asked Bruce, "I heard from Nolan that she was introduced to the crew, what's her background?"

Bruce said, "It's said that she was recommended by Charles Roven."

Martin nodded slightly, saying no more.

After resting for a while, Bruce came over with his phone, "Your son has tweeted again, and it's still about you."

Martin gave Bruce the middle finger and took the phone to look at Twitter, where there was a picture of the black kid in a red outfit, posing with his Cola Cult public copyright poster.

Above the picture, there was a title, "My and My Sect Hierarch Father!"

There were many comments below.

"Seriously, this guy looks just like Martin. Martin is a notorious playboy. Could he really be an illegitimate child?"

"The tweeter is from Atlanta, seems to be 16 years old. By age, it's not impossible."

"There are many African descents in Atlanta, making up half of the population. Many lower-class people are mixed in, and Martin comes from a lower background..."

Bruce said, "Clearly, this influencer is trying to draw attention."

Martin put down the phone, "Let's go through legal proceedings."