America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

Bison Club, the dance hall was packed with people, and Sophia, holding a glass of wine, stood in front of the second-floor railing, watching the stage with great interest.

Especially the lead dancer, who used to be a bartender.

Vincent lowered his cowboy hat, reminded, "Don't even think about poaching the handsome boy band, each of them can create tremendous value for me."

The explosive music suddenly erupted, and shooting began once again.

The countless background actors roared as Martin, amid the tremors of the zombie dance, tore off his shirt, revealing an upper body with even muscles and naturally smooth lines.

"Come on, keep it going!" a female actor shouted.

Director Benjamin realized that he didn't need to prompt the atmosphere at all, the temporary actors ignited the scene on their own.

They were more fiery than the flames.

Martin jumped forward with both feet and with a tug at his waist, his specially designed trousers fell away, swinging around in his hand for a few rounds before flying beneath the stage.

Susan was quick to act, catching them and covering her face with them, taking a deep breath and reveling in the sensation.

The trousers were suddenly tugged at, and she yanked back hard. As four or five people struggled for them, a ripping noise sounded, and the trousers were torn to pieces.

The temporary actors held onto the fragments, but their eyes were drawn to the stage.

The former bartender, now in shorts, danced with especially enticing moves, like a Greek statue, both wildly free and devilishly sexy.

As the music reached its peak, his body arched backward, his hips thrusted forward, and he twisted his waist and hips, swaying violently at extreme speed and rhythm.

It was as if he was a Gatling gun firing away.

Susan felt as if her heart had been shot, and quickly covered it with her hand.

She was crazed, afraid the scraps of trousers in her hand would be taken, and hurriedly hid them away, then pulled out a US Dollar bill, crumpled it, and threw it towards the stage.

The Gatling gun dance reached its zenith.

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Invisible bullets flew wildly across the room.

The temporary actors were stirred by the exaggerated speed and frequency, unable to contain their excitement.

The few people next to Susan who had grabbed the trousers pressed them against their mouths and noses.

Those closer to the circular stage pulled out US Dollars, throwing them onto the stage like crazy.

The dollar bills fell like rain.

This wasn't a prop, nor was it provided by the crew; it was their own money.

They threw 1-dollar bills, 5-dollar bills, and even 20-dollar and 50-dollar bills.

A temporary actor pulled out a stack of rarely seen hundred-dollar bills and scattered them onto the stage: "I'm taking you home tonight! You're mine!"

The Gatling gun dance still went on!

At the bar, Robert, with his big head swaying, saw the temporary actors go crazy for Martin's fiery dance and suddenly understood what Bruce meant.

Indeed, Martin had convinced the producers with his solid talent.

From a distance, Director Benjamin nodded in satisfaction and raised the megaphone, "Cut!"

The music stopped, but the temporary actors' frenzy didn't; they kept shouting, jumping, throwing…

Atmosphere is contagious.

Then, even more money flew onto the stage.

Benjamin suddenly asked the blonde woman wearing a hat beside him, "What do you think?"

Jenna Jameson, who had quietly come over, said, "He's a star, a superstar! He doesn't belong here; he should go to Las Vegas or Sacred Valley."

Benjamin said, "Now, he's my leading man."

Jenna licked her dry lips, "You don't mind if I try to steal him, do you?"

Benjamin laughed, "He and I are both wage earners, if you can sway him, feel free."

Jenna pulled down the brim of her hat, "Find someone to take me backstage."

Benjamin gestured to his assistant with a nod.

Then, turning to the director of photography, "Jackson, these scenes could be useful for editing."

On the second-floor railing, Sophia said, "Martin isn't on your team anymore."

Vincent reminded her, "He's got a special relationship with Kelly Gray."

Sophia realized, "No wonder he got the lead role, hehe, Kelly Gray..."

Martin ran backstage and put on the coat Hart handed him.

Carrington and his group followed, each carrying a big pile of clothes.

Hart shouted, "Hurry and get the box out, help Martin's dad pack his spoils of war. That's his bounty."

Martin was extremely generous, "All yours."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the dressing room door, Benjamin's assistant brought a woman over, saying, "Martin, Miss Jameson is here for you."

Martin immediately turned his gaze.

Jenna had seen and experienced all sorts of situations, and she took off her hat with great poise, "Hello, Martin."

Hart caught on, "You are…you are…"

Jenna nodded, "It's me."

The group of lads immediately abandoned their 'Dad' Martin, rushing over to Jenna, more excited than if they had met an Oscar-winning actress, each clamoring for an autograph.

The shameless rascal Hart pointed at his pants, "Jenna, can you sign here?"

Jenna reached out, grabbed it, and swiftly signed her name.

Hart was so excited he looked up, "Starting today, I'm never washing again, never ever!"

Carrington brought over the camera and had Martin help with taking a group photo.

After a while, Jenna extricated herself from the bunch of idiots, and took a good look at Martin, who in terms of physique and appearance was top-notch.

Martin smiled, "Hello, Jenna, quite the surprise visit."

Jenna said, "Tomorrow we have scenes to shoot together, I figured we should get acquainted in advance." She tilted her head slightly, "You're quite familiar with me?"

Martin chose his words carefully, "A little, yeah."

"No matter, it's a legitimate profession." Jenna never saw any problem with it, countless husbands in the industry directed while their wives were the leading ladies. She added, "I've seen the script and the set design, it's hard to imagine."

Martin couldn't go into details, "You'll understand once you see the scene all set up tomorrow. Leave it to me, it's not difficult."

Compared to the many action scenes he did as a stunt double in his previous life, these were child's play.

Jenna said, "I'll rely on you then."

The two talked for over ten minutes. The makeup artist came in to touch up Martin's makeup, preparing him to go on stage for another dance number.

His dramatic scenes weren't many; most of it was fighting, in two senses of the word.

After Jenna left, Hart came in with a stack of US Dollars, all smiles, "Here, Daddy Martin, your tips."

Martin pulled out the large bills and slapped the remaining ones worth 20 and below, "Son, go tell everyone on the set, tonight I'm buying."

Getting tipped for shooting was a new experience for him.

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The next morning, the crew moved to a temporary studio set up in the auto center to shoot.

The post-production team would integrate the footage into the background of 'House of Beast'.

At the top of the studio, a rotating platform was specially constructed, with chains hanging down that could swing within a certain range.

Upon seeing Martin and Jenna finished with makeup, Benjamin said, "Jenna's schedule is tight, so while you're both energetic, let's shoot the toughest parts first."

Martin looked up, "I'm good to go."

Jenna responded, "Then let's do it."

The stunt team came over to secure both actors with safety ropes, and after a few trials, Martin, using his past life's solid foundation, quickly mastered the skills needed to exert the right force, and the official shooting began.