America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

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Early in the morning, Martin drove away from the Clayton Community and arrived at the parking lot near Highway 265. Within less than ten minutes, Buckley had driven over.

When the two cars were parked together, Buckley got out and handed the bag to Martin, "Everything is inside."

Martin opened the bag, and inside were a voice recorder, camera, press card, and interview permit. He took out an envelope and stuffed it into Buckley's hands.

Buckley quickly counted the money, and with a satisfied smile,

Martin said, "Wait for my phone call."

"No problem, no rush." Buckley was somewhat concerned and gently reminded him, "You won't be doing anything illegal, right?"

Martin replied, "I'm a civilized person, I'll just be using your newspaper's name to attend the Methodist Association's press conference."

Buckley nodded, got back into his car, and left. On second thought, he felt something was amiss.

Martin drove to the club and entered the backstage makeup room, where he took out the prepared makeup kit.

Bruce pushed the door open and asked, "Why not let the reporter go?"

Martin opened the makeup bag, "Even if I paid him, he might not ask questions in a way that would thoroughly infuriate someone."

Bruce said, "Buddy, I have a feeling, working with you, it's going to end badly soon."

Martin retorted, "Are you afraid of a man who can't handle a brother after daring to face down the English with a mortar? "

"I'm afraid you're going to blow up the Earth!" Bruce watched as Martin applied makeup with ease, "You know how to do this?"

Martin shrugged, "I'm an actor, Jack Davis..."

Bruce interrupted him, "I know, Jack Davis is the most versatile man in America, and you're his good-for-nothing son.

Martin snapped his fingers, "Congratulations, civilized man, you've just learned a new skill—interrupting!"

Makeup was one of the few skills he had acquired from his former life as an actor.

Once Martin was done with makeup, he put on a wig and a pair of tea-colored glasses, changed into a fitted old-fashioned suit, and looked like a conservative, stodgy middle-aged man.

Those not familiar would hardly recognize him.

This was a disguise Martin had prepared specifically in the conservative style.

The two got into a Ford, with Bruce driving them to the training center while saying, "You be careful, don't get killed on the spot, and let all the "dogshit" in your head fall out, and the whole world will know you're brainless."

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Martin took out his press card, "I'm a reporter now."

The car stopped near the training center, and Martin got out, lifted his camera high, and took several shots of the crowd at the House of Beast.

At the entrance, Martin blended in with the other reporters, showed his press card and interview permit, and smoothly entered the training center.

Martin also saw a few acquaintances, including a female TV reporter who had interviewed him outside the House of Beast and a male reporter from "The Atlanta Constitution."

Just to be safe, he kept his distance.

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The press conference was held in the training center's hall, with Miss Jennifer orchestrating the volunteers to set up the venue.

Elena took over a job, sticking the names of media attending the press conference onto the backs of the chairs.

The name of the Star Journal was attached to the front row by her.

At that moment, Miss Jennifer said, "There will be a Q&A session during the press conference; we need a person on each side to hand the microphone to the reporters who have a question."

Elena immediately stepped forward, "Miss."

Miss Jennifer remembered Elena, who had reported on the House of Beast, and nodded her approval, "Okay, you take the left side."

On the other side, including Martin, media reporters from Atlanta and the state of Georgia prepared to enter the press conference venue.

Two staff members of the training center came to distribute lunch vouchers.

They were the kind that could be used at any high-end restaurant nearby, the implication was clear.

Martin took his and stuffed it into his pocket, mixing in with dozens of reporters to enter the room and soon found a seat in the first row.

The press conference began, hosted by Miss Jennifer, with a family representative who participated in the training expressing their gratitude towards the Methodist Association.

A member of the Atlanta City Council highly praised their work.

Milton took the stage to give a speech, lambasting the liberal's ludicrous remarks and behavior, and reaffirmed his stance.

During the Q&A session, Miss Jennifer first called on a reporter from "The Atlanta Constitution."

Being the local newspaper with the largest circulation in Atlanta, the Constitution's reporter asked a conventional question which Milton handled with ease.

"Next question." Miss Jennifer scanned over the dozens of reporters.

Including Martin, those seated in the first two rows instantly caught her eye.

Noticing the middle-aged male reporter dressed in old-fashioned clothes with a conservative demeanor who had captured her attention earlier, she quickly pointed out, "The one in the grey suit."

Elena, trying to appear casual, handed the microphone over to Martin.

Martin took the microphone and said, "Mr. Milton, you're a legend in Atlanta, your principles and advocacy have illuminated the land of Georgia."

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Upon hearing this, Milton's tightly strung nerves relaxed a bit while facing the reporters, and a faint smile appeared on his rigid face.

But just as people began to ease their minds, Martin thrust the knife into the most painful part of the heart, "Were these affairs caused by your two ex-wives' infidelity?"

Without waiting for a response, Martin spoke rapidly: "I interviewed Jessica and Lina, and they said their affairs were due to your incompetence. You were unable to satisfy them but refused to divorce them. Out of desperation, they had affairs with other men right in your bedroom, under your wedding photos."

All his words were aimed at Milton's incompetence, attributing Milton's principles and stances to his inability: "So, your incompetence is what led to your extreme conservatism, right?"

Normally, Milton's experience and knowledge would ensure he faced these malicious questions with a stable mood.

But the scum from the House of Beast has been provoking protests day after day.

The "affair partner" of his second wife, Lina, even publicly humiliated Milton in a bar, and the news spread like wildfire—not just among bar patrons, but even the community neighbors looked at him with strange eyes.

How could a man endure that?

Milton even lost his haven to escape his wife's persistent harassment.

Jennifer gestured to the staff on both sides of the venue, urging them to hurry up and take away Martin's microphone.

"Your time for questions is up." Elena was the first to rush up and snatch the microphone from Martin's hand.

Though she seemed to be tugging with Martin, her tall figure blocked the two male staff members.

These days, the scars that had healed in Milton had been picked open bit by bit, and now were being torn apart, bleeding profusely.

Martin's hand loosened, and Elena snatched away the microphone.

Though a bit late, Jennifer was somewhat relieved to see that Elena had taken back the microphone.

The press conference couldn't go on, the reporters had already gotten plenty of sensational material, and asking more questions was pointless—they needed to go back and rush their stories.

Jennifer said a few polite words to wrap things up and announced the end of the conference.

The reporters scrambled to leave, some even making phone calls while walking, asking their newspapers or TV stations to reserve space and broadcast time.

The two male staff members "protected" Martin all the way out.

With so many reporters around, they couldn't really do anything.

Upon exiting the training center, Martin sped up his pace towards the nearby parking lot.

Bruce stood in front of the Ford, waiting for him, and said with disappointment, "You weren't even beaten up."

Martin got into the car: "I'm a civilized person, I only do civilized things, and they were very polite in escorting me out."

Bruce started the car: "Where to next?"

Martin took off his wig and stowed it away: "Back to take off the makeup."

After returning to the club and removing his makeup, Martin packed away all his things.

The meal voucher was still there; he took it out and handed it to Bruce: "High-end buffet, you can bring a lady friend."

Bruce snapped it up and exclaimed, "I admire you, you stinking piece of shit, screwing people over then taking advantages on the side."

Martin said, "I regret it now, I want it back."

As Bruce stuffed it into his pocket, his jacket pulled back, revealing a holster: "Are you sure?"

Out of civility, Martin gave in: "It's on me."

The two left the club and headed for Highway 265. In a parking lot near the Star Report, they waited for Buckley to arrive.

Martin returned Buckley's things to him, saying, "I've got a big scoop for you, listen to this."

Buckley played the recording pen's speaker and listened attentively.

Bruce perked up his ears to listen as well, occasionally glancing at Martin, who truly had nothing but stinking dog shit in his head!

"Good, good, definitely a big scoop!" Buckley was very excited: "Too bad it's not an exclusive."

Many stories automatically formed in his head: "This will trigger a new round of media war, the fiercest kind!"

Martin asked, "With your professional experience, where do you think the focus of public opinion will be?"

Buckley immediately responded, "Of course, on freedom and the brotherhood of men. These topics are easy to heat up."

"Thanks, Mr. Buckley," Martin prepared to leave: "I wish you an early Pulitzer Prize."

Buckley hurried back to his car and rushed to the newspaper office to write his story; for the foreseeable future, he would not lack material for... no, not making up stories, for reporting the news.

That evening, Milton's words from the scene appeared on the TV news.

With such remarks, it was difficult not to provoke controversy.

The newspapers and other print media were in an uproar.

The liberal and conservative media attacked each other fiercely, and the subject of the debate, Milton, not only did not hold back but also reorganized the statements from the news conference and published an even more incisive column.

The public opinion in Atlanta exploded.

The Conservative Faction that had been deeply rooted in Georgia for many years simply took the opportunity to stir up a media storm, drawing all media attention to themselves.

With the Atlanta Council elections not far away, a lack of sufficient media attention could lead to serious consequences.