America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

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Before the film crew moved into post-production, Zombie Dancer Studio booked the entire House of Beast Club for a celebration party.

Besides the eighteen handsome men, they also hired 30 beautiful women to perform.

Martin grabbed a microphone, jumped onto the stage, and gave a light tap, waiting for everyone's attention. He then exclaimed loudly, "During this shoot, director Benjamin-Calvin has worked the hardest and faced the most pressure, so I propose we give him a special reward!"

"Great!" Andrew was the first to cheer loudly.

Others, like Maurice and Catherine, also echoed their agreement.

Martin gestured to Hart.

Hart immediately led ten women onto the stage. In unison, they took off their jackets, leaving only their front-clasp bras.

Martin said, "This is a gift that's both beautiful and spicy, and comes with a high degree of difficulty. Let's welcome Benjamin to the stage to perform his signature skill—unhooking bras with his mouth!"

Benjamin was still dazed when he was forcibly pushed onto the stage by the crew.

Martin snapped his fingers toward the DJ booth, "Let the music start."

Benjamin pointed at Martin and joked with a laugh, "Very good, just wait and see what I'll do to you later."

Martin yelled, "Come on, let's see what your mouth can really do!"

Benjamin himself was no straight-laced guy, or would a straight-laced guy come up with Ma Zhen's scenarios?

People like Martin who are straight-laced just copy homework from videotapes.

Benjamin put his hands behind his back, stretched his neck, and went to bite at the clasp.

The ten women were carefully chosen by Andrew and Martin, all busty types, making it quite a challenge to squeeze his mouth in to unhook the clasp.

After struggling for a while, Benjamin failed to unhook it and moved on to the next one, but still no luck.

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Martin teased, "Our director's skills are lacking…"

Benjamin jumped up, snatched the microphone, and shouted, "Let's see teacher Martin give us a demonstration!"

Hart roared, "Martin daddy, show them why you're the daddy!"

The rest of the crew joined in the shouts.

Bruce let out a wolf whistle, "He only knows how to gnaw at the Earth!"

Benjamin waved his arms, stirring the crowd, "Martin! Martin!"

The people below the stage joined in the chant, "Martin! Martin!"

"Very well! I'll now show you all what a true master is capable of!" Martin took off his coat and threw it to Old Cloth at the side of the stage, "A real master doesn't back down because the mountain is too high or the valley too deep, for no matter how deep, he has the ability to explore to the bottom!"

He purposefully looked at Benjamin, "And he won't feel ashamed facing a beautiful woman because he's incapable, because whenever he wants to raise his head, he can!"

Stung by the word 'incapable', Benjamin shouted, "If you can't handle it, I'm stuffing that microphone in your mouth!"

Martin shot back, "If I can handle it, will you eat the microphone?"

Benjamin raised the microphone, "I'll eat it!"

Martin loosened his neck, bent down, squeezed to the middle, bit down on the lace, and with a violent shake of his head, along with a ripping sound, the specially-made fabric tore, and the headlights illuminated the road ahead.

Robert shouted from beneath the stage, "Martin, I support you."

Andrew pointed at him and said, "Grab this traitor and take him down, cut him off!"

Before Benjamin could react, Martin moved onto his next target, and with another ripping sound, the fabric tore once more.

He had organized the event, of course, he had a backdoor planned.

No, he had left a BUG.

Martin's mouth skills were exceptional, he went through the bras in a flurry, and the headlights lit up.

He raised his arm triumphantly and cheered, "Yay!"

Benjamin realized, "You cheated!"

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Martin shouted to the audience below, "I've unlocked it, right? Do you want to see Benjamin perform a live microphone-eating show?"

"Eat! Eat!" The crowd cheered wildly.

Martin waved to Bruce on the side of the stage, "Old Cloth, where's your Vaseline? Toss a bottle up here."

Benjamin looked at the round-headed microphone, estimating that if swallowed, it would be difficult to pull back out.

Bruce went to the bar, grabbed a box, and came to the side of the stage, handing it to Martin.

Martin lifted the lid of the box, revealing a microphone made of cream chocolate, the exact shape Benjamin was accustomed to using during filming.

"Director, have a taste," Martin offered it to Benjamin.

Benjamin pointed at Martin, "You, you should have just given it to me directly, all this fuss for what?"

Martin thought to himself, without a bit of razzle-dazzle, how can I make it memorable for you?

Even without any of Benjamin-Calvin's past life memories, Martin felt he had a knack for making B-movies.

Who can tell about the future.

Benjamin gulped down the chocolate microphone in one go and left the stage, arm in arm with Martin, leaving behind twenty car headlights.

The men's revelry paused for a moment, making way for the ladies to take the stage.

When they started playing for real, Martin would admit defeat.

The production's financial manager, Brianna, collected a few thousand dollars in tips on the spot and sought out Warriors from the hunky group.

Hart and ten other guys, wearing only shorts, ascended the stage and, as per the women's request, lay down flat on the stage, quickly erecting their poles.

Brianna had someone bring up five large buckets filled with plastic rings the size of a fist, shouting, "Ladies, it's ring toss time! If you get it, take it home, whoever has the skills can get two or three at once. Tonight, it's on the production!"

Everybody rushed to the edge of the stage, grabbing plastic rings and tossing them up.

Colors flying everywhere, it was like a shower of blossoms from heaven.

By the bar, Bruce asked, "You guys really go all out with these games, huh?"

Martin looked at Benjamin, "Hollywood plays even wilder, right?"

Benjamin, who actually had no such experience, couldn't show weakness, "What's this? Nothing."

Robert, who had just landed a speaking role and was brimming with confidence, leaned in and asked, "Director, do I have the potential to become a big star?"

Benjamin looked him over carefully, patted Robert on the shoulder, and said, "I don't mean to burst your bubble, but even if you sold yourself in Hollywood, it would be hard to find someone to buy."

That brought Robert crashing back to reality. He glanced back at the stage, "I want to lie there and make money."

Martin waved him off, "Go ahead, find Carrington, he'll arrange it for you. No one will laugh at you for making money."

Robert hurried over to the stage.

Bruce poured a glass of wine for both Martin and Benjamin, saying, "Shooting practice tomorrow?"

Martin nodded, "Sure, the usual place."

Benjamin picked up his glass, clinked it with Martin's, and suggested, "Your action scenes aren't bad, you look pretty cool doing them. Good to practice your shooting, it'll come in handy later."

He had a good idea of Martin's goals, "Hollywood is all about connections, but if you want to climb the ladder, your basic skills can't be too shoddy."

Martin agreed, "That's very good advice."

Benjamin reminded, "Don't go too far for the time being, we'll need a lot of dubbing for the later shots in the movie."

Suddenly, Martin noticed a remarkably burly woman descending from the second floor and said, "I'm going to the restroom."

Bruce reacted just as quickly, "I'll join you."

Benjamin was clueless.

Sophia came down from upstairs, lifted her sturdy arm, and greeted, "Ben, good evening."

Benjamin beat a hasty retreat as well.