Chapter 225: Chapter 224: Striking it Rich After Dying for Real
After sharing a toast, Justin also introduced Martin to several top executives from the Coca-Cola Group, such as Brody, who managed the marketing department.
Martin was charming and good at socializing, which left a deep impression on the executives of Coca-Cola.
Several senior executives were the first to leave the scene.
As Joy from the public relations department walked away, he said, "I just asked the media friends, and they all think highly of this signing ceremony. Almost everyone agrees that Martin is the most suitable spokesperson for Coca-Cola at this stage."
Brody commented, "I've seen the market department's analysis of his prospects. Martin has a promising future. His personal and public images are excellent. Moreover, there's a lot of buzz around him, like gossip news, which can keep him relevant for a long time."
Joy agreed, "It's actually good for a star to have regular gossip and scandals."
Brody slowed his pace slightly, "I have had an idea, whether Coca-Cola can create a long-term brand ambassador."
Joy asked, "Like how Nike did with Jordan and Woods?"
"Somewhat similar, but also different," Brody was just throwing out a preliminary idea, not sure if it could be successful. "Entertainment stars are different from sports stars. There are too many people who become famous in their twenties and fall from grace just a few years later. I'm optimistic about Martin Davis, but that's just it, I am optimistic. Let's observe for another two years."
Joy completely agreed, "One must be cautious with entertainment stars."
The two left the building and got on a golf cart to return to the office area.
After the party ended, and the area outside was swarming with reporters, Elena and her brother went back to their hotel first, and Martin got into Bruce's car. Just as they were about to leave, Jolie squeezed into the car.
"I have to go back to Los Angeles soon." Jolie's film was finished, and she had to return for the premiere of "Mr. & Mrs. Smith": "To attend your coronation ceremony, I specially booked a flight for the afternoon."
She turned to Martin, and said earnestly, "Teacher, I have a few questions to ask you."
Martin was still conscientious, "Go ahead, student."
Jolie said, "I plan to officially announce my breakup with Pitt a month after the film is released."
Martin had no intention of interfering, "That's your prerogative."
Jolie asked, "Currently, the media sympathize with Aniston and the criticism of me is increasing. Once I'm back, I'll inevitably be under media fire. How should I handle it? I mean, how to maintain the heat while negating the negative impact?"
"Do you remember what I told you?" Jolie was the leading lady in Wanted Order, and Martin hoped her influence would grow: "Use the name of the United Nations to visit those children orphaned just as the conflicts in the Middle East or Africa are winding down, and let the media working with you follow and report in real-time."
Jolie nodded, "I've thought about it too, and you've reinforced my idea."
Good people like Martin, of course, give good advice, "You might also choose the right moment and candidate to adopt another orphan while you're there."
That struck a chord with Jolie, "Great idea!" She asked Martin, "How about you be their father?"
Martin didn't outright refuse but instead asked, "Do you think that's appropriate?"
Jolie immediately realized one thing: if Martin were to become the father of her children, it meant he would have to leave those other women. What fun would that be?
The hotel loomed up ahead, and Martin said, "I wish your film huge success and a rebirth."
Jolie smiled and continued, "Thanks for the guidance, teacher. By the time you're back in Los Angeles, I'll probably be in the Middle East or Africa. If I'm unlucky..."
Martin cut her off, "Don't talk nonsense. You won't encounter any dangers with the United Nations personnel."
Jolie joked, "If something does happen, you have to come save me. If I die in conflict, figure out a way to bring me back."
Martin thought to himself that she was raising false alarms, thankfully this was reality and not a movie, otherwise, he might as well have started preparing a funeral.
When the car arrived at the hotel entrance, Jolie got off first and left.
Martin watched her leave, a thought unbidden, entered his mind: if Jolie really died during her charity work in the Middle East or Africa, Wanted Order would absolutely explode in popularity.
Is there any better publicity than a deceased lead?
The lead actor dies, and the film makes a killing.
Martin just idly entertained the thought.
Back in his room, Thomas knocked and came in, took a big gulp of water, and said, "I just received a notice from the company, the 4 million US Dollar endorsement fee has been deposited. After deducting the agency fees, it will be transferred to you tomorrow."
This was the most money Martin had ever made, and he was a bit excited. He jumped up from the sofa and bumped fists with Bruce.
"Jesus, God, Satan, Judas!" He laughed joyously, blurting out nonsense, "Mister Martin is finally rich enough to buy houses and cars!"
Bruce also laughed, part of it was his share, and he couldn't help but ponder what gift to get for Kim and Khloe.
A house? That was out of the question, as he planned to live off Martin for the next few years.
After all, he had promised to cover for Martin, and how could he do that without living together?
Martin walked back and forth in the living room of the suite, letting out his excited emotions, "Find me a modeling agency; I want to hire a hundred female models!"
He then looked at Thomas, "Buddy, you're a WMA agent, do you know any Victoria's Secret Angels? I've heard they have a price tag. Help me get in touch with a few! AA, Lima, KK, Heidi, Lindvall, Bond, any of them would do."
Thomas chimed in, "Bond is Leonardo's girlfriend." He reminded, "The ones you mentioned, I'm not sure if they have a price tag, but to pique their interest, it'll take at least seven figures."
Bruce tossed a bottle of ice water to Martin, "Done talking? Cool your head down, if you won't sober up, I'm going to South City to find you ten Black women to bring back, the 500-pound kind."
With that said, Martin was jolted back to reality, too frightening!
"Old Cloth, you're trying to commit murder!" He twisted off the cap and gulped down a third of the bottle, "It feels so much better let out the emotions that were stirring."
Bruce knew him well, "Ten Black women aren't enough, I can find ten more."
The emotions stirred by the thought of large sums of money subsided a bit, and Martin shrugged, "Let's handle the real estate in Los Angeles and Atlanta first, then talk about other things."
He flicked his middle finger at Bruce, "The plus-sized Black women, I'll leave that as a reward for you."
Bruce then asked Thomas, "Do you want them? Free of charge! You work so hard; you need to relax sometimes."
Thomas was already weary enough from his daily responsibilities; another ten 500-pounders wouldn't be relaxing; it would be deadly.
He hurriedly shook his head, "I can find a girlfriend."
Martin glanced at Thomas; under the lights, his forehead shone even more.
But on second thought, was having a girlfriend still an issue once his career as an agent took off?
Martin felt that he needed to give Thomas a little push and said, "Guys, we're still On the Road, far from the peak, we can't be complacent with just this income; we have future deals waiting for us that could be in the tens of millions."
Thomas, having seen the hope of becoming a millionaire, was full of confidence in Martin's future, "I'll go back to Los Angeles tomorrow, looking for new opportunities for you."
In Bruce's opinion, this guy can find a date alright, but a girlfriend? He'd probably blow it every time.
At that moment, Thomas's phone rang. He answered it and, after a few moments, told Martin, "It was a call from Jessica; lots of your fans watched the live stream or the videos online, and now the reaction is very strong."
Martin was well-prepared, "Give a heads-up to Coca-Cola, send the commemorative edition Coke to a few cities where fan clubs have been established."
Thomas stood up, "I'll get in touch with them right now."
Martin walked him to the door and then called Mene.
A few minutes later, Mene came up from the lower floor.
Martin was curious, "Didn't see you this morning?"
With an embarrassed smile, Mene replied, "There are three film crews at the studio, right? The assistant producer of one of them is a woman, and she's been getting pretty close to me recently. I spent the morning out with her running some errands."
Bruce gave a thumbs-up, "Already working on your next job, huh?"
"That's right, met through the crew, so no fishing PDs or FBI," Mene clarified with a smile, "She's not even 40 yet and has some clout in the crew."
Martin advised, "Just make sure you handle it well." He glanced at the time, "Let's go have a drink. We have to celebrate a little."
On their way down, Martin also called the stunt performer Buck, fight choreographer Chad, and Lewis among others.
The former two, when not working on set, would usually hole up in their rooms playing video games, having recently become hooked on CS.
The latter had recently sketched out many action scene drafts.
He brought them down to show to Martin.
Martin carefully looked them over and asked, "A continuation of the Wanted Order story?"
Chad took a sip of his drink and kept it simple, "Didn't your studio buy the full rights to the comic? If this movie's a success, couldn't we continue Wesley's story? Of course, these are just my initial thoughts, nothing concrete."
Looking at the sketches, Martin could only say that's all they were, sketches, "If you want to expand on this movie, I support you. Actually, I have some ideas too, but they're not appropriate at this stage."
He roughly outlined his thoughts, "If Wanted Order is successful and we mature more in movie making, we can discuss this in detail later."
Bald Buck spoke up then, "Let's not talk shop during the break. Come on, let's all have a drink and congratulate Martin while we're at it."
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Martin raised his glass to clink with everyone else's, "Cheers!"
Mene picked up the bottle and began refilling everyone's glasses.
The group stopped talking about work and just chatted about fun stories.
The next day, Martin took half a day to accompany Elena and her siblings to look at houses. They chose a community in Northville, a satellite city of Atlanta where Robert lived. Most residents were senior white-collar employees or executives of big companies, and it boasted the best primary and secondary schools in Georgia.
The two-story detached villa with a small garden cost a total of 380,000 US dollars, which Martin paid for.
Elena planned to slowly repay it with her part-time job as the Saintess of the Cola Cult...
Martin made a point of reminding her to host a moving-in party before leaving the film crew and invite community committee members and neighbors. He would also invite some people to help enliven the event.