Chapter 256: Chapter 253 You've Dedicated Yourself to Art

```

Los Angeles Music Center, Chandler Pavilion.

Today, an especially large number of reporters had attended the premiere of "Wanted Order."

Not just entertainment journalists, but many from the political and social news sector.

A Los Angeles city hero, a modern-day Madonna, the male and female leads' aura was exceptionally dazzling.

It could be said that they borrowed each other's aura, achieving success together.

In addition, celebrities like Leonardo and Nicholson also arrived at the scene to lend their support.

Martin and Blake made their entrance last, hand in hand, walking on the red carpet.

Martin's fan club was no longer just a couple of kittens. Hundreds of fans gathered on both sides of the red carpet, many of whom were members of the Cola Cult.

When he reached the middle of the red carpet, a scene similar to the one at the jeans premiere occurred.

Hundreds of fans took out red cans of Coca-Cola, shouting loudly, "Cola Cult, Forever!"

Martin made a toast gesture in response.

Coca-Cola logos were everywhere at the premiere. After the routine interviews in the media zone, Martin took Blake to take photos in front of the Coca-Cola backdrop.

The two had specially practiced their poses, staring into each other's eyes with their best and brightest sides, letting the photographers snap away.

Celebrity love was something to be shown off!

Who cares if it dies fast!

Following Martin into the Chandler Pavilion, Blake asked, "If you're the Sect Hierarch of the Cola Cult, does that make me the Hierarch's wife?"

Martin, leading her to the resting room to wait for admission, replied, "The title of wife is too old, you should be the Saintess of the Cola Cult."

Blake curiously asked, "Like Joan of Arc?"

"No," Martin said softly, "a Saintess dedicated to serving the Hierarch."

As soon as they entered the resting room, they were spotted by Jolie.

She watched Martin and Blake, their fingers interlocked, unconsciously licking her lips, feeling a flame rising from below, almost burning through her reason.

Wrong time and place, Jolie quickly averted her gaze and kept her distance from them.

Maintaining her public image was necessary while upholding her saint persona.

On the other side, Leonardo gave Nicholson a signal, and almost simultaneously, they appeared in front of Martin and Blake.

Nicholson did not mince words, "Martin, you've got good taste, but you don't deserve the beautiful Blake."

Martin laughed it off, "You're just jealous of me."

Blake just smiled, saying nothing.

At this moment, Leonardo didn't talk much either, and directly extended an invitation in Blake's presence, "My party is almost ready; remember to come next week."

Martin replied, "No one can refuse an invitation from Leonardo."

Blake asked, "Can I bring a date?"

Leonardo smiled apologetically, "Sorry, it's a gentlemen's party."

Hefty footsteps interrupted their conversation.

Blake, surprised by the approaching female King Kong's muscular build, which was more exaggerated than those of professional wrestlers, looked on.

"This is Sophia, an investor from Atlanta." Martin immediately introduced them.

Leonardo shook hands with Sophia very politely, only to feel that her hand was as hard as a rock.

Nicholson shot a strange look at Martin, even giving him a wink.

The implication was obvious, did you sacrifice yourself for the art?

Martin, however, noticed that Sophia's gaze drifted past Nicholson, much as it had over Scott before.

She's into that old bastard...

Martin made a special introduction, "Sophia, this is Jack Nicholson. You must have seen his movies; he's a veteran actor with a wide range of interests."

Sophia stared at Nicholson, naming a few titles, "The Shining, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, As Good as It Gets…"

These were the old bastard's masterpieces and his pride. Stay tuned to m-v l|-NovelFire.net

But, Nicholson couldn't say why he felt an eerie sensation.

As if an aging buffalo was being stalked by a female hyena.

At that moment, Nicholson recalled being tied up on a yacht, subsequently ravaged by Naomi Campbell.

He tugged at Leonardo, "I've got something to take care of, let's talk another time."

But Sophia said, "Don't rush off, how about leaving me your contact information?"

It appeared Nicholson did not hear, as an actor with a wealth of experience in the industry, he instinctively reached for his buttocks, feeling an itch and pain at once.

"You want Jack's contact?" asked Martin, who was keen to help.

Sophia kept her eyes on Nicholson, "I really like him; I want to have more communication with him."

Martin, being such a good guy, of course, would not refuse; besides, he was someone who lived off of a woman, and Sophia was his patron!

He dug out the old bastard's contact information and handed it to Sophia.

In return, Sophia asked, "That fat guy, Harvey, has he caused any trouble lately?" Sёarch* The Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Martin thought for a moment, "Not for now."

Sophia declared boldly, "I really dislike that fatty; if he causes trouble for you or your projects, just give me a call. I'll fly over just to let him know what it means to mess with a Georgia Resident!"

```

Martin replied, "I will."

Sophia didn't care that Blake was next to Martin and directly said, "Remember that fatso from Atlanta? Scott has plenty of experience dealing with their kind!"

Martin thought to himself, could it be that being messed with so often had given Scott the experience to mess with others?

After saving Nicholson's contact information, Sophia left the place.

It was only then that Blake asked, "What were you guys talking about? How come I don't understand?"

Martin vaguely replied, "Some disputes over investments within the circle, involving Harvey Weinstein. That guy wanted to snatch the investment, but was scared off by Sophia."

Both of Blake's parents were in the industry, understood it well and were a bit worried, "She invested in your movie, what's your relationship with her?"

She knew Martin came from the very bottom of Atlanta and must have paid a certain price to climb up, "I don't mind those things, but I'm worried about you, after all she is stronger than Tyson, what if..."

Martin shook his head, "Don't worry, my relationship with her is not like that, I can bring her profits, so they chose to invest in me."

He certainly wouldn't tell the truth because it involved too many messy things.

Daniel from Warner Bros. clapped his hands at this point to attract everyone's attention and loudly said, "Please enter the theater in an orderly manner."

Including Blake, the guests began to leave their seats, heading towards the hall.

The crew walked at the very end.

Martin walked alone at the end of the crew.

Suddenly, Jolie stopped ahead and, when he approached, whispered, "During the screening, I'll go to the restroom."

Martin pretended not to understand, "Drank too much water?"

"There's a lot now." Jolie stared at him, almost reaching out her hand.

Martin whispered back, "You're crazy!"

"That's because of you and Blake driving me mad!" Jolie shamelessly blamed Martin, "If you hadn't been flaunting your relationship in front of me, I wouldn't have gone crazy."

Martin pointed to her extremely fitted gown and reminded, "It was stitched up as you wore it, right? Once you take it off, you won't be able to put it back on, do you plan to go back naked?"

Jolie couldn't ruin her saintly image, so she reluctantly said, "Tomorrow morning, I'll be waiting for you at the hotel, the usual place."

Martin said no more and followed the crew into the theater, and amidst warm applause, joined them on the small stage for a group photo.

The Chandler Pavilion, capable of hosting 2000 spectators, was at full capacity.

Justin, the executive from Coca-Cola who had specially come from Atlanta, looked down from the slanted box on the second floor and saw a sea of red.

The members of the Cola Cult, wearing the uniform red commemorative T-shirts.

This was also one of the marketing activities jointly organized by Coca-Cola and the film crew.

Thomas, who was with him in the box, commented, "Its influence is growing."

Justin nodded, "The concept Martin created is bringing endless charm."

Thomas, who had come with a mission, said, "Recently, Martin had a new idea: to set up an official website for the Cola Cult, which would also serve as a base for his fans' activities, to further open the market for Coca-Cola and expand its influence."

The idea of creating a website had been there for a while but, due to insufficient funds, it had never been realized.

Justin said, "The internet is booming, and the Cola Cult really should have a fixed base online."

Thomas took the opportunity to add, "We could also hold more events in the name of the Cola Cult."

"When I get back to Atlanta, I'll write up a detailed report to the higher-ups," Justin felt the idea had great potential, "Do you have any plans or outlines? Let's finalize some of it."

Thomas replied, "No problem, after the premiere, we'll find a place to discuss in detail."

Justin glanced toward the big screen, "From you to Warner Bros., there's a lot of confidence in the film's success."

Thomas smiled with particular confidence, "Professional forecasts predict the North American box office won't be lower than 100 million US dollars."

Justin nodded slightly. For Coca-Cola Group, the greater their spokesperson's influence, the better.

In the theater, in a relatively forward position, Jones and his daughter from the Cody Community, Gillian, Harold, Cain, and others were sitting together.

They had all received VIP tickets gifted by Martin.

Jones, looking at the thousands of spectators, said to his daughter, "Jenna, if only your starring film could be screened like this."

Blond-haired Jenna, her hair done in wavy curls, shrugged, "The FBI would surely invite me for coffee."

Harold, who had looked at this peculiar father and daughter, thought that if the Sacred Valley film could have a public screening in theaters, Hollywood and West Hollywood might just merge into one.

He didn't bother with that and asked Cain, "How could you lose to Martin in the shooting competition?"

Cain replied, "He's very good with a gun, especially at shooting fixed targets. It's normal to lose to him. Don't worry, I didn't throw the match just because I was cooperating with his promotion."

Having researched Martin's background, Harold said, "If 'Wanted Order' meets expectations, with two of Martin's films surpassing 100 million in North American box office, our community will gain another big star."

After thinking it over, he said, "Next time we have a theater festival, we must get Martin to participate. It would be beneficial for the development of community activities."

The big screen lit up at that moment, and the ceiling lights gradually went out.

After the Warner Bros. logo, the premiere screening officially began.

The story started with an inconsequential poor loser being bullied, who after meeting the female lead, embarks on a path of continuous upgrades and monster fighting—all leading up to spectacular action scenes, especially the filming and choreography of the gunfights, which were nothing short of stunning.

The main character shed his loser identity and became more dominant compared to the clueless protagonist from before.

For instance, he nearly killed his ex-girlfriend and her affair partner.

After beating up both characters, he dragged the female lead in from outside the door and kissed her fiercely.

In short, after the male lead's transformation, his personality also gradually becomes more dominant, aligning with the common man's fantasy of a loser's sudden rise to fame: beauty, power, and money.

Controlling the life and death of others, enjoying wealth, accompanied by the female lead, all while not losing his principles and bottom line.