America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 812 - 805: The Sky Flyer

Los Angeles Convention Center, a beaten-up Toyota car entered the parking lot.

Stuart Townsend glanced at the entrance of the convention center, where the posters for Netflix, David Fincher, and Davis Studio stood out conspicuously.

"Hope she'll come," he muttered, then Townsend took out his phone and dialed Charlize Theron's number once more, only to hear a busy signal on the line yet again.

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Since he had splashed MacFarlane in the face yesterday, he had been trying to contact Charlize, wanting to boast to her about what he had done for her.

But Charlize's phone was unreachable.

Townsend, using connections from his time living in Sunset Boulevard North District, entered the community and found Charlize's house locked.

After all his scheming, he couldn't be sure if Charlize even knew...

After calling three times and getting busy signals, Townsend had no choice but to give up on the phone and pin his hopes on Martin Davis.

He didn't ask for much.

Townsend got out of his car and entered the Los Angeles Convention Center; he had been here a few times for events and was therefore quite familiar with it. He didn't head to the main venue but took the service corridor to the rest area, waiting outside of a VIP room.

Before long, the door to the rest area opened, and Martin, accompanied by Bruce and several others, came out.

Townsend quickly walked towards them, calling out, "Martin! Martin..."

Two security personnel came forward and stopped him.

Martin, seeing Townsend, was curious about what he wanted.

Townsend called out again, "Can we talk alone for a minute? Just a short while!"

Martin waved his hand and approached Townsend, with Bruce following close behind.

Taking a few steps aside to a deserted place, Townsend waited for Martin to approach and then, in a low voice, said, "I can't get ahold of Charlize, can you?"

Martin, of course, could reach her and knew that Charlize had blocked Townsend before she left Los Angeles yesterday.

He shook his head, "All I know is she's gone overseas for a filming project."

Townsend, seeing the people behind Martin, hurriedly said, "Martin, I really regret what happened in the past. I was too stupid, and I shouldn't have targeted you. I apologize."

Martin couldn't figure out why this guy was changing his tune but didn't have time to dwell on it. "If you have something to say, say it directly."

Looking cautiously at Martin, Townsend tested the waters, "I want to reconcile with Charlize. After all, we share ten years of history."

Seeing that Martin seemed calm, Townsend became bolder, "Martin, could you please help me out, tell Charlize that I really want to get back together with her and that I'm willing to do anything for her."

Martin looked at Townsend in surprise, doubting the man's sanity.

Townsend went on, "Don't get me wrong; I have no ulterior motives. Whatever you want with Charlize, it's none of my business, and I won't interfere."

Thinking of the rumors circulating in the industry, he spoke even more quietly, "If you want, I can cheer you on or give a little push. Besides a nominal relationship, I won't have any other involvement with Charlize, unless you have special requests."

"You can leave now," Martin said, understanding that Townsend simply wanted to come back and freeload.

This was the taste of bitterness; the realization of the real hardships of life.

Martin, knowing Charlize's thoughts, said directly, "Put away your unrealistic delusions; I don't have time to listen to these trivial matters."

Townsend wanted to speak further.

But Martin turned and walked away, heading into a side passage.

Security personnel on both sides blocked Townsend to prevent him from bothering Martin any further.

Disappointed, Townsend turned and walked out towards the parking lot, where he saw his beat-up Toyota—unsure of how many hands it had passed through—and suddenly remembered he needed to refuel.

He reached into his pocket for his wallet, which contained only a few 20-dollar bills. Money was running tight again.

How to find money? Townsend turned to look at the entrance of the convention center and an idea popped into his head—no other choice, he would sell his story with Charlize Theron to the media... No, just him and Charlize would not be juicy enough, but add Martin Davis into the mix, and the story would be worth a fortune!

"My Triangle Love Story with Charlize and Martin"? Not explosive enough!

It should be "How Martin Davis Snatched My Fiancée Charlize Theron"!

Townsend was still thinking when suddenly he noticed a car pull up beside him, stopping right in front of him.

Two men got out of the car, the lead middle-aged man showing Townsend his badge and identification: "Mr. Stuart Townsend, you are implicated in an intentional injury case from yesterday. We need you to come with us for questioning..."

After hearing the seemingly polite yet lengthy request, Townsend knew he couldn't refuse because if he did, it wouldn't be so polite anymore.

Seth MacFarlane had filed a police report, and the authorities had quickly traced it back to Townsend.

...

In the convention center, Martin and Bruce arrived at the press hall, waiting to take the stage shortly.

Thinking of the man from earlier, Bruce warned, "It's over, you're about to be fully exposed."

Martin appeared unconcerned, "Those rumors will always be just rumors. Don't worry about them."

"I understand, if you don't care, just pretend you didn't hear it," Bruce didn't want to let off Martin, that bastard, "Just pretend you're still innocent."

Martin's gaze swept across Bruce's face and he couldn't be bothered to pay him any more attention.

He was perfectly normal, but people like Leonardo, Nicholson, Bruce, and Charlize always imagined him as not normal. There was something wrong with their brains.

Martin felt that when everyone else thought you were wrong, but you believed you were right,

then it must be everyone else who was wrong.

A commotion came from the newsroom's front desk. Martin glanced to the side and saw Netflix, in front of numerous media journalists, officially announcing full cooperation with Oscar-winning director David Finch and revealing the project "House of Cards."

This attracted a great deal of media attention.

Although Netflix had announced plans to produce film and television projects, in the past year, other than buying rights from Hollywood and hiring lesser-known directors and actors to make some unwatchable films, they had virtually no influence in mainstream aspects.

Today, they had secured the newly minted Oscar-winning director David Finch!

The hardest part of such an endeavor was the beginning; as soon as Netflix made a breakthrough, the rest would be much easier.

Many keen reporters were already feeling the change streaming media was bringing to the traditional Hollywood industry chain.

David Finch's contract signing with Netflix concluded, and Martin, as a representative of Davis Studio, went on stage to sign a licensing agreement with Greg Peters from Netflix.

The studio's numerous films, including "Assassins' Guild," "Limitless," "John Wick," "Gone Girl," "The Martian," "Escape from Tehran," and others, would gain Netflix exclusive online streaming rights for the next five years.

Although the films' market valuation standards varied, Davis Studio's films combined would bring in a total of 42 million US dollars in licensing fees from Netflix each year.

This standard was far above the level for the same number of film packages in Hollywood.

The main reason was that there was not a single bad film in Davis Studio's licensing package.

The big Hollywood companies' licensing packages always included a few popular films paired with an equal number of bad ones and were still expensive.

Martin's company didn't produce a large number of films, but every one was a gem.

Film network on-demand licensing was currently the main mode of collaboration between Hollywood and Netflix.

Netflix's scheduling of the signings with David Finch and Davis Studio in the same press conference was also an announcement to the entire entertainment industry that they had secured the Oscar for Best Director and Best Picture.

Not to mention anything else, Netflix's stock price was sure to rise a good amount.

At noon, after attending Netflix's luncheon, Martin and Bruce arrived promptly at Los Angeles International Airport and went straight into the private jet area.

Here was a special luxurious terminal, exclusively serving celebrities, notable personalities, and rich businessmen.

Martin and Bruce waited for a while, and then a brand new Bombardier Global 6000 business jet landed on the apron.

The plane was primarily silver-white, with the wings and tail area painted red.

When the plane came to a stop and the cabin door opened, Lily and Elizabeth descended from the aircraft.

Martin greeted them and said, "It's a beautiful plane."

Elizabeth came over and gave Martin a powerful kiss, saying, "We've waited so long, and it's finally been delivered!"

Then, Lily came over and planted a French kiss on Martin.

Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders, pursed her lips, and pulled the two of them on board, "Come on up and see, you're the owner after all."

Martin lowered his head to enter the cabin door. The plane's interior was luxurious, with a bar, a public seating area, and a large bedroom, also equipped with the most advanced audio-video communication system.

Its maximum range was nearly 10,000 kilometers, sufficient for flights from New York to London.

Martin got up from a white leather seat and checked out the bedroom.

Lily sneakily slipped away towards the cockpit.

Martin had just tried out the big bed in the bedroom when Lily slipped back.

She spoke in a conspiratorial tone, "I've had the pilot contact the control tower; we're heading straight for Las Vegas. How about we spend the night in Las Vegas?"

Elizabeth stood with her arms crossed at the door, saying, "You didn't want to go to Las Vegas for Las Vegas, did you? What's fun about that place?"

It couldn't compare to going home to have fun with Martin.

But Lily jumped onto the big bed, feeling the surprising springiness of the mattress, and said, "Have you forgotten why we specially custom-made this bed?"

Martin laughed heartily, "Great idea, that's settled then."

He ran to the cabin door and waved to Bruce, "Old Cloth, get on the plane, we're heading to Las Vegas."

Bruce boarded the plane, glanced at Martin, Lily, and Elizabeth, and chose the seat closest to the cockpit to sit down.

Lily and Elizabeth came over to greet Bruce and sat down in the seats behind him.

After a while, once the routine preparations were complete, the brand new plane hit the runway and took to the sky.

Soon after, Martin, Lily, and Elizabeth went into the bedroom together.

That night, they partied wildly in Las Vegas, and when they returned the next day, they had another experience of the Mile High Club.