America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 808 - 801: Should I Get Back Together with Townsend?

In the luxury suite of the Burbank Hotel.

Kevin Shiyuan busied himself for two minutes, and just as Charlotte Kirk was starting to feel something, he stopped moving altogether.

This left Charlotte Kirk with an unbearable sense of humiliation as she forcefully pushed the person above her away.

Kevin Shiyuan lay on his back like a dead man, motionless for a long while.

Charlotte Kirk tidied up a bit and looked at the television that had been playing the whole time; the ABC Television Network's live coverage of the Oscar red carpet had already begun.

After being busy for two minutes and resting for fifteen, Kevin Shiyuan finally moved, "Clean me up."

Charlotte Kirk, needing something from him, could only comply while complaining, "You said you would give me Wonder Woman, but now Gal Gadot is playing her."

Kevin Shiyuan hadn't had his fill of this actress yet, so he simply explained, "DC is pushing Gal Gadot; they are the ones directly in charge, and I couldn't overrule them, so I had to agree with their recommendation."

Charlotte Kirk, with a face full of grievance, said, "Then what about me? What am I going to do?"

Kevin Shiyuan responded, "I've already put in a good word for you for a role in 'Interstellar.' Just go to the set for an audition next week."

These actresses, once they became famous and their wings hardened, would easily fly off on their own, so he kept leading her on, "You need to accumulate experience first, polish your acting skills a bit. Once you have a solid foundation, I will find you a lead role with substance, one that will truly launch your career."

Charlotte Kirk, after all, was only twenty years old, hardly a match for the cunning Kevin Shiyuan; she nodded continuously, responding, "I'll follow your arrangements."

Suddenly, a burst of cheers erupted from the television, interrupting their conversation.

Kevin Shiyuan turned his head to look, only to see on the TV screen Martin Davis holding a Coca-Cola can, interacting with followers of the so-called Cola Cult.

Attracted by the thunderous applause, Charlotte Kirk's eyes filled with envy as she said, "I'll walk on the Oscar red carpet like Martin Davis too, becoming the center of attention for all movie fans and media, right?"

"Of course, you have that potential," Kevin Shiyuan, being the helmsman of Warner Bros., had a natural persuasive power in his words, which flowed smoothly, "As long as you listen to me, in just a few years, you'll become a big star."

Charlotte Kirk, although unsatisfied with Kevin Shiyuan's two minutes, believed his words, "Whatever you tell me to do, I'll do."

Kevin Shiyuan, confident he could control this girl, said directly, "Once you're in the 'Interstellar' cast, collect information about Martin Davis, everything you can, positive or negative. But don't act recklessly—just watch with your eyes and listen with your ears; that's enough."

Charlotte Kirk felt there was no risk in such a task, replying, "I will."

Kevin Shiyuan put his arm around her shoulder, "Let's watch the Oscars together."

...

Hollywood, Dolby Theatre.

The 85th Academy Awards red carpet event was underway.

Martin emerged from the media area, and before ascending the steps, he took a special look at the entrance of the Dolby Theatre.

The traces of the summer's Joker shooting incident had long been smoothed over, the stone slabs with bullet holes completely replaced.

Compared to before, there was now a memorial wall at the entrance of the Dolby Theatre, embedded with the photos of the 22 victims, the most prominent being Vin Diesel.

Martin noticed that people were heading towards the memorial wall, with quite a few media reporters snapping photos, so he slowed his pace to take a longer look.

Paul Walker walked straight up to Vin Diesel's commemorative photo, remembering his family and brother.

Indeed, this was also part of the promotional campaign for the upcoming summer release of "Fast & Furious 6" dedicated to family remembrance.

It was said that at tonight's Oscars ceremony, there would also be a memorial segment.

The "Fast & Furious 6" crew had specially hired a singer to compose a song for Vin Diesel, to be performed during the memorial segment.

When Martin entered the theatre, he found Nicholson and Leonardo already there in the lobby.

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The latter was talking to Tobey Maguire.

Martin approached Nicholson and asked, "I thought you had fully retired?"

Nicholson answered, "I wanted to relax a bit, but the Academy kept inviting me, and I had to show them some respect, so I came. Tonight, I'll be presenting the award for Best Picture."

Martin recalled, "You seem to have presented the Best Picture Oscar the most times in its history, right?"

"That's my status at the Oscars," Nicholson boasted arrogantly, "You and Leo, you two blockheads, couldn't catch up even if you spent another thirty years."

Martin was well aware of the Academy's fondness for Nicholson and said, "You and the Oscars alike, both are the public face of the Academy."

Nicholson looked around, and seeing no one paying attention to them, whispered, "But you, you scoundrel, have dragged the reputation of the Oscars through the mud."

Martin laughed and said, "You have a share in this too."

"My lifetime's reputation, and in the end, you've dragged me into the mud," Nicholson couldn't help but shake his head, as if he hadn't been the one reveling in the spectacle.

The first person to come forward to expose the emails, Ralph Jackson, was provided to Martin by Nicholson.

Nicholson had known Ralph for over ten years and understood what kind of person he was.

Martin grabbed Nicholson's arm, "Old pal, give it up. You have no good reputation left, only a bad one!"

On the other side, Tobey Maguire waved at Martin and Nicholson, taking the lead in leaving.

Leonardo came back and beckoned his two buddies, "Let's go in."

The three headed into the theater. Martin glanced at Leonardo and asked, "Something happened?"

"It's not me, it's Tobey," Leonardo said briefly, "He and Jennifer Meyer are separated. I'm godfather to his kids, just asked him for the details."

Nicholson was always well-informed, chiming in, "Because of Tobey Maguire's crazy card playing?"

Leonardo sighed, "A few years ago, Tobey lost his fortune worth hundreds of millions and even borrowed a large sum from me. This isn't working. I recommended him to the new movie 'The Great Gatsby' in hopes he could find his way back to acting."

Martin had vaguely heard about it, "He didn't lose his acting fee as well, did he?"

Leonardo's expression turned grim, "Yes, he took part in a few professional poker tournaments. Not only is the acting fee gone, but he also lost the reserved tax money."

Martin shook his head, "Unless he quits gambling, there's no use helping him."

Nicholson was more direct, "You can't trust a gambling addict. A loser who has lost so much is basically incurable. I've seen too many."

The three shared a special relationship; that's why Martin and Nicholson each said a bit extra.

Leonardo sighed, "I'll have my accountant contact Tobey's and handle the taxes for this tax season without going through Tobey's hands. I'll pay it directly for him, and for the rest... let it be."

Martin and Nicholson didn't say anything more.

Leonardo had taken good care of Tobey Maguire, even Spider-Man had benefited from his strong recommendation.

Last year, when Tobey Maguire was on the brink of bankruptcy, Leonardo pulled him into the screenplay for 'The Great Gatsby,' and the two co-starred.

Entering the main hall of the theater, the three men's seats were not together, and they soon parted ways.

The 'Escape from Tehran' seating was in the second row in the middle. When Martin arrived, David Fincher and Graham were already there.

Nearby was the 'Snow White and the Huntsman' cast.

His neighbor, Kristen-Stuart, waved at him.

Another neighbor, Charlize Theron, walked over and sat in the empty seat next to Martin.

The organizer had reserved two seats for Martin anyway. With Elizabeth and Lily out of town on business, the seats naturally remained empty.

Martin glanced at her and said, "The new Dior ad, they made you look like a goddess."

Charlize raised an eyebrow at him, "Even a goddess has to lie down quietly by your side."

Martin's eyes swept over Charlize's newly dyed golden-brown hair and said, "I miss your bald head."

"Really miss it?" Charlize didn't believe Martin's nonsense, "Last time you said behind my back, without long hair to hide behind, sporting a bald head and broad shoulders, plus the sculpted muscles, sprinting felt like I was doing it with a white version of Tyson!"

Martin looked puzzled, "Did I say that? I don't remember."

Charlize leaned in closer, "Your two are away on business, I'll set up the bridge early, you come over soon, I'll be waiting for you."

She purposefully said, "You can take your time to see, I grew my hair out and reduced muscle mass, do I still look like a white Tyson?"

Martin, a real jerk, didn't respond to the question. Instead, he asked, "Do you still have the clothes from the Dior ad shoot?"

Charlize rolled her eyes, "I knew you'd have all these weird requests. I kept a set specially for you."

Martin said, "Exactly, you're the best neighbor."

When they got older, they could each write a memoir. His could be called 'The South African Gem Next Door,' and Charlize's could be 'The Old Martin Next Door.'

"Oh, I forgot to tell you something." Charlize knew how to prod Martin for some fun, "Stuart Townsend called me a few days ago, wanting to get back together."

Martin frowned, "You're not thinking of getting back together with him, are you?"

Charlize felt that Martin, who had pulled her out of a career and life quagmire, allowing her to enjoy pleasure to the fullest, was quite special. She purposely said, "If you have any requests, I can consider it."

Martin got the hint right away. Charlize had heard something that slandered his innocence, and he said, "You must have some misunderstanding about me?"

Charlize covered her mouth and laughed, "How could it be a misunderstanding! Martin Davis, I'm the subject of those rumors! The subject! Do you need me to remind you, you jerk, how you've always hinted at me, not to take down the photo in the room with my ex-fiancé..."

Just then, a "dang dang dang" of music sounded, signaling the Oscar ceremony was about to begin.

The host that came on stage wore a smirk all over his face.

Martin recognized that guy—the voice of the mischievous bear—Seth MacFarlane.