Gain both fame and fortune

With the end of the Mountain Heroes Festival, Atlanta's 2003 Spring Carnival officially ended. In a community in Marmineta, a satellite city outside the ring, Martin Davis limped into the living room, his injured head expressing his resistance with pain. He had just been in North America for a week and was still adapting. On the bare wooden wall of the living room, there were two yellowed posters. One was the cover of a certain edition of "Gone with the Wind", and the other was the T1000 in "Terminator 2". Martin sat on the cloth sofa, the flying dust hooked his nose, and was about to explode, but was disintegrated by the hard object in his butt. The rusty broken spring broke the discolored sponge and the soft cloth. Martin cursed and moved his butt to sit on the other side. The damaged cushion collapsed into a pit, as soft as a large balloon of Dan, covering the key position. He suddenly felt heartbroken. Not only for the balloons, but also for the future of the balloons. Martin has been drifting in Beijing and Hengyang for many years, honing his skills step by step, learning related abilities, and even working as a martial arts stand-in for a few years. Later, he relied on his sharp mind to get some small supporting roles. At the beginning of the new year, Martin worked for a supporting role that could rank among the top five in the crew. If the TV series is broadcast smoothly, he can survive for another five or six years, maybe he can get the title of veteran actor. Martin, who loves wine, found someone to celebrate wildly, drank a few self-made cocktails, and buried his head in two oversized balloons and fell asleep. It is possible that the difficulty in breathing led to the tragedy. When he woke up again, he came to the sexually aggressive Asia in 2003. The predecessor Martin Davis was in a bad situation. His most recent job was a house repairman. He fell from the roof a week ago and was injured and had a bag. Martin took advantage of the opportunity and became the 22-year-old Martin Davis, but part of his predecessor's memory in America was a program that needed to be decoded, and the operation was temporarily relatively slow. This week, Martin spent most of his time in familiar language, and gradually he was able to communicate normally. The door was opened from the outside, and Elena Carter, with brown hair tied into a ponytail, came in with a copper hook, and her brother Harris Carter followed with a paper bag in his arms. Elena had delicate features, a tall figure, and a smooth face without the freckles common to white people. As soon as she entered the door, she said: "Is the knot healed? Can you speak normally? Martin directly responded with the middle finger, as if he had done it countless times: "What do you mean? The knot is one, and the IQ has doubled. Elena held her head high, and her white hoodie was lifted to an exaggerated height: "Very good, hurry up and find a job, I don't want to send meals to Lazy Shu for another week, I still have two little brats to support, and I can't afford to support you. The week Martin was injured, Elena's four siblings from next door delivered meals to him. "According to Dr. Bill, your chance of recovery in a week is as high as 70%. "Harris Carter put the bag on the low wooden table and said: "Free bread distributed by the church, this time there is fried chicken. He turned around and left: "Bill has been in business for two months and has cured twenty sheep and thirty-five cows without any mistakes. Before leaving, Harris turned around: "The bike belongs to me today, I'm going to tutor the Cole sisters. "You two idiots, take me to the vet!" Martin cursed and took the paper bag without hesitation. Elena sat down next to Martin, touched her butt, and said: "You don't have shitty medical insurance, I don't have the money to take you to a regular clinic. Bill used to live on this street and didn't charge us for the treatment. Martin took out the bread and ate it with fried chicken. Recalling the injury and the previous job, he said: "The house repairer owes me two weeks' salary, and there is this injury. I want to find a way to get more money. His pockets were cleaner than his face. He was extremely poor, and some thoughts jumped out of his mind automatically. "You'd better make more money!" Elena grabbed a piece of bread and took a bite: "I won't bother you, a poor guy, with the food you ate this week and the free food and drinks you ate in the past few months. But your bastard boss hasn't paid the rent for this house for half a year." She narrowed her eyes, more fierce than the towering mountains: "The most absurd thing is that this Monday you always asked Jack to take away my good Emma, ​​and eloped again in the name of true love and freedom!" This reminded Martin. He searched his family memory and sadly found that he was not as simple as a poor guy. A month before Jack David took Emma Carter away, he asked his predecessor Martin Davis to borrow 6,000 US dollars in usury from the owner of the Beast House. Emma Carter took away her husband Scott Carter to sell stolen goods. The two patted their butts and happily went on a world tour, leaving two messes behind. Martin whispered: "The loan shark is going to be repaid in installments, and the first installment is about to be repaid. Go ask God for help," Elena shrugged. There was no priceless sympathy between the poor and the rich. Martin shook his head and said: "God will not bless the poor." "It will soon be the review day for the disability subsidy this year. My uncle James' subsidy has been paid by Jack for these years. Jack left a video, and now he is divorced from Emma, ​​and the subsidy is about to end." It was Elena who was distressed and crazy: "How can I maintain this damn life without money?" Martin was about to ask, then he remembered that this house belonged to James Carter, and said: "Your uncle died eight years ago and ate the wrong flour." "I am sure now that your brain is not broken." Elena Lin didn't care at all, pointing to the grove behind the house: "James is buried there." She was worried a few days ago that Martin would have to support another child after going from a poor guy to an i***t and poor. Now she was relieved and said lightly: "James is very lucky, explaining from the pain of a poor guy, the pit where he was buried was dug by you and me. "Damn it!" Martin had a headache. The poor people in hell had an incurable disease. Elena took out her cell phone with peeling paint on the shell, checked the time, stood up and said: "I should go to the mall to work as a temporary salesperson: Martin said with relief: "Don't worry, there will always be a way out." Elena looked at the T1000 poster and said: "Don't work for free in that damn theater company anymore, Robert-Parkinson After becoming famous, Trick never returned to the Manonetta Troupe. Martin now wanted to solve the basic living problem first, and said: "Don't worry, I won't give people free T-shirts. Because Martin Davis had a criminal record, Elena warned again before leaving: "Poor guy, if you can't do it, I will settle accounts with you, calculate how many times you and I clapped, and how much money you have to pay me! In addition, I will call the Nozen House Club and tell them that you are willing to be a gigolo to pay off your debts! Think about why they are willing to lend you usury! "Shouldn't you pay for clapping? I give you hundreds of millions of goods every time!" Martin said as a matter of course. Elena raised her hands above her head and gave two middle fingers. Martin finished eating. Bread and fried chicken, with food in her stomach, she didn't seem to feel any pain. He simply accepted it and stood outside in the sun, looking around. Mayaneta is a small commercial suburban town with a large area and few people. Even in the run-down community of Clay where Martin lives, every single-family wooden house has a small yard in front of it. In the yard surrounded by broken barbed wire, a boy was digging a pit with cardboard at his feet. This is Elena's ten-year-old brother Hall Carter. An old Dodge pickup truck drove along the cracked road, with a dancing man pattern sprayed on the car and the words "Beast House" written below. The car stopped on the side of the road, and the muscular man in a jacket who got out of the car looked at Martin and asked: "Martin Davis?"