America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

The Coca-Cola Atlanta Headquarters Pavilion was thronged with media journalists.

An early crowd of movie fans, Coca-Cola enthusiasts, and curious citizens had gathered, entering the pavilion.

Whoever participated in today's event would receive a special gift.

Inside the temporary makeup room of the exhibition hall, Martin was getting his final styling done with the help of a stylist.

Sitting on the couch in the corner, Justin glanced at the middle-aged big head also getting a makeover and asked Thomas, "Why did Martin choose him as an assistant? His image and temperament are not too good."

Thomas whispered, "Robert is the guide who introduced Martin into the acting circle; he is very important to him."

"Alright then," Justin let go of the trivial matter.

An assistant came up to Martin and went over the details of the event process again.

Martin listened attentively and was fully cooperative; the financial backers held not just money, but power as well.

Ever since Coca-Cola announced him as the spokesperson, various miscellaneous voices suddenly subsided, and quiet swept over the surroundings.

Justin was paying close attention to Martin's situation, very satisfied with him.

With his outstanding appearance and excellent public image, what was rarer was the steadiness that young people lack.

On the Pepsi side, their endorsement with Britney had caused nothing but chaos over the last few years; not only was Britney not the smartest, but she also had a bizarre father behind her, continuously bringing forth endless frustration.

In contrast, Martin fought for the terms he should fight for, and was actively cooperative when needed.

The exhibition hall was now filled with hundreds of people.

Elena, Lily, Harris, and Holle had all arrived.

They were seated rather close to the front. Lily looked back and said, "A lot of people are holding Martin's posters, he's very popular, huh?"

Harris replied, "Martin is now the hottest star from Atlanta in Hollywood."

Lily thought differently from ordinary people, "Sounds like Atlanta is quite pitiful, for Martin to become the hottest like this..."

Before she could finish, Elena raised her fist and thumped Lily on the head, "You don't have to speak if you can't say anything nice."

Lily silently closed her mouth, thinking to herself that once she turned 18, she'd have to settle all the oppression she had endured from Elena over the years.

Across the aisle, a group of dashing men held a banner that read "Daddy Martin, we love you."
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The former hunk gang had spread to various cities of Georgia along with the expansion of the House of Beast chain stores; they had specifically returned to Atlanta today to cheer for Martin.

Hart greeted from across the way, "Elena, Lily..."

Carrington shouted, "Sect Hierarch's wife!"

Lily sprang to her feet and waved her arms toward Carrington's direction.

With a slap, she got hit on the back of her head.

Lily quickly sat down.

Holle muttered, "Idiot!"

Lily punched him in the arm and Holle fell silent as well.

More and more media journalists gathered, with over a hundred arriving in the media area.

Coca-Cola took this signing very seriously; they even invited Warner Television Network to broadcast it nationwide.

Martin's old friend Helen was the event's host.

Ever since the Burbank Middle School incident, Helen had shot to fame and became the star news anchor for Warner Television Network.

"In 1886, Coca-Cola was born in Atlanta!" Helen's voice spread throughout the hall: "Today, the Cola Cult is officially established, and Coca-Cola welcomes its first Sect Hierarch!"

She gestured with her hand, "Please welcome the Sect Hierarch!"

Martin, draped in a large red cloak and wearing a long red crown, walked onto the stage, holding a scepter in his hand.

Both the cloak and crown were emblazoned with the Coca-Cola script.

The top of the scepter wasn't adorned with a gem, but a classic glass bottle of Coke.

Behind Martin followed a big-headed high priest.

Robert stepped forward to straighten the throne a little, and Martin promptly sat upon it.

Helen bowed and said, "Sect Hierarch Davis."

Martin extended his hand gently in a supporting gesture.

Helen stepped back to the sidelines and continued her narration, "Today, we witness a historic moment, the birth of a brand-new religious sect."

She led the chant, "Cola Cult!"

Below the stage, hundreds of voices echoed in unison, "Cola Cult! Cola Cult..."

Many journalists in the media area joined in the fun, shouting enthusiastically.

"Never seen such a special signing ceremony before."

"The popularity of Coca-Cola and Martin Davis is going to explode!"

"Think about what Martin has done with Coke? Coke sales are going to rise over the next few years!"

On stage, Martin pressed his hand down, and the hall quickly fell silent.

He proclaimed loudly, "In any corner of the world, Coca-Cola is the best beverage. It sweeps away tiredness and thirst, brings joyous moments, and uplifts spirits like the sun. Life with Coke is the Cola Cult, and I wish for the world to have Coca-Cola!"

A flurry of applause erupted.

The hunk gang, with dashing fools like Hart and Carrington, even started blowing wolf whistles.

After the noise subsided, Martin continued, "Those who want to join the Cola Cult, line up on stage to receive blessings."

Numerous Coca-Cola employees had already entered the hall, guiding the audience to orderly approach the stage.

The first to ascend the stage were the hunk gang led by Hart and Carrington.

High Priest Robert brought forth specially made Cola Cult-branded commemorative Coke bottles, standing at Martin's side.

Hart prepared to bow in respect.

How could Martin let someone bow to him? Helen was just going through the motions. He raised his hand and said, "No one needs to bow."

Hart quickly stepped forward and whispered, "Dad Martin, you are so cool!"

With a microphone clipped to his collar, Martin couldn't speak freely, so he merely nodded slightly and handed Hart a commemorative bottle of Coke.

He then gave one to Carrington as well.

The latter secretly gave Martin a thumbs-up.

The members of the boy band went down, and Elena's four siblings came over.

Following that, many people from the cast, including Jolie, also went on stage to speak.

It's quite normal for friends and family to have priority.

Martin showed no signs of fatigue, distributing a special bottle of Coke to each and sending them on their way.

Subsequently, hundreds of spectators lined up to go on stage, and even many journalists came to join in the excitement.

The Cola Cult made it easy to join, so why not sign up and see for yourself?

Martin quickly bestowed blessings to hundreds of followers; he wasn't tired, but the High Priest was gasping for air.

Jerome, usually so calm and collected, came rushing over at this point, taking over Robert's job and transforming from a group leader to an assistant priest.

In the end, even the employees of Coca-Cola themselves lined up to receive blessings.

Thousands of commemorative Coke bottles were distributed until none were left.

"Cola Cult! Cola Cult!"

Amidst the chorus of shouts from the crowd, today's endorsement ceremony concluded smoothly.

Immediately after, Coca-Cola uploaded related photos, videos, and news to many websites, including their own official site.

Various media resources were utilized for promotional efforts.

Most of the audience gradually dispersed, while Bruce kept the friends and family group behind.

Coca-Cola had also prepared a grand reception party.

After removing his makeup and changing back into formal attire, Martin came out to find Hart and the others waiting for him on the bench by the door.

"Boss," said Hart, now a bit more composed than before, "we wanted to slide onto the stage on our knees, to celebrate your coronation in the grandest way, but Old Cloth wouldn't allow it..."

Martin nodded, "It's good that you all came."

Carrington added, "Without you, boss, where would we be now?"

Being collectively cast in a movie theater and their performance at the Saturn Awards had elevated their boy band to a new level of style, setting the standard for all male dancers in Georgia.

"Come on," Martin beckoned them, "let's go to the party."

Lily sneaked up to the side and whispered to Martin, "I want to be a saintess, what should I do?"

Seeing Elena coming over, Martin replied, "Ask Elena."

Lily didn't dare to ask; she knew the iron fist of merciless suppression awaited any such inquiry.

Martin didn't concern himself with Lily. These past few days, other than filming, he had been preparing for Coca-Cola's side of things and asked Elena, "Have you seen the house?"

Elena replied, "I found a good one; let's go see it together when you're free."

Arriving at the restaurant, they were immediately greeted by staff and led inside.

Justin and Thomas were waiting at the entrance; the former, seeing Martin, immediately came over to shake hands, "You were fantastic today, your presence and demeanor were like a pope's."

Martin asked, "Aren't I the Sect Hierarch of the Cola Cult?"

Justin couldn't help but laugh, "My mistake, you are indeed a true Sect Hierarch."

...

In Atlanta, at the Duluth Business Club.

Within a lavishly decorated reception room, two individuals had just finished watching Coca-Cola's commercial endorsement ceremony.

The middle-aged man named Johnson was staring at Milton, "You handled this very poorly, causing us to lose the best opportunity to develop in Atlanta's film and TV industry."

"I'm very sorry, the fault is mine," Milton didn't shirk the responsibility but countered, "Taylor is usually quite capable, this time, however…"

Johnson snorted coldly, "Stealing so many people's videos and you call that capable? What is he trying to do? A black dog actually dares to bite back at its master!"

Milton ceased to argue further.

Johnson continued, "Coming from the slums of South City, a high school dropout not educated by the elite, and what's more, black; you should keep your eyes open in the future."

Milton responded, "I won't use black people for important tasks again."

Johnson nodded slightly.

After a moment of silence, Milton, still feeling aggrieved, asked, "It was an accident targeting Martin Davis; I suspect that Martin Davis…"

Johnson pointed at him, signaling Milton to be quiet, "Put all those thoughts away. Coca-Cola takes this publicity very seriously. If you want to die, go jump off a building or shoot yourself in the head, but don't drag others down with you."

Milton swore inwardly more times than he could count but had no choice but to bear it, "I understand."

Johnson also warned, "Not only should you put those thoughts away, but you also need to manage your subordinates. If anything happens to Martin within Georgia, they'll throw you to the Coca-Cola Group."

There's no reasoning in such matters.

Milton could only force himself to accept, with no other option.

After Johnson left, Milton returned to the Methodist Association's office, slammed his office door, and trashed it. Yet, he couldn't release the frustration festering inside.

His wife's call came at that moment, "Come home early for dinner tonight; I've made oysters."

Milton sat in his office chair, hung his head low, and felt so miserable he wanted to kill himself.

Why must life be so full of twists and turns!