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Union Square in San Francisco, Macy’s.
Martin sat at the autograph table, signing a DVD handed to him by a fan, and said with a smile, "Thanks for your support."
The book signing was drawing to a close in the afternoon, and the line of people waiting had thinned out considerably.
A tall and chubby white guy with a Blu-ray collector’s edition disc had joined the end of the queue.
When Martin looked up again, he spotted Musk at the end of the line, and wondered what the heck he was doing there.
Soon it was Musk’s turn. He handed over the disc to Martin and asked, "Old friend, how about a photo together?"
After signing, and seeing that there was no one else behind, Martin promptly stood up to take a photo with Musk.
The latter held the disc in one hand and opened the camera on his phone with the other, handing it to Bruce and remembering to add, "Make me look handsome and Martin, not so much."
Martin said, "Do as he says."
No matter how the photo was taken, he was better looking than Musk.
After the photo was taken, Musk took back his phone: "Wait for me."
He posted the selfie on Twitter first.
Regardless, Martin, the newly minted Oscar Best Actor, was hot right now, so Musk thought to hitch a ride on his popularity.
To promote Tesla, Musk had racked his brain.
Seeing him all busy, Martin asked, "You didn’t come all the way here just for a photo op with me, did you?"
Musk replied, "I heard you were in San Francisco for the DVD promotion, and I specially came over to invite you to dinner."
He glanced at Martin, a billionaire; who could ignore him? Especially someone who had climbed up from nothing: "How about it, are you free tonight?"
Martin, flexing his slightly sore wrist from all the signing, said, "Let’s go."
The two men left Macy’s, got into the Tesla Musk had driven over, and headed straight for the restaurant near the San Francisco Bay area by the bay.
The dinner was sumptuous. Martin came from Hollywood, and Musk had deep ties with Hollywood, so the conversation revolved around it.
After not having talked very long, Musk brought up the same old subject: "The thing I mentioned last time about Amber Heard, did you forget? That’s not very friendly of you, is it?"
"What about the beauties from the Silicon Valley tech circle you mentioned?" Martin retorted.
Unexpectedly, Musk was well-prepared, taking out a photograph and pushing it towards Martin: "I’m always meticulous in my approach; I’ve prepared three options for you in one go."
Martin took the photograph, which was of three women with golden brown hair, and frowned.
Because all three women appeared to be quite mature in age.
Martin thought to himself, that was clearly Mene’s type, was Musk mixing things up?
"These three are sisters," Musk introduced. "Susan Wojcicki, Janet Wojcicki, and Anne Wojcicki."
Martin handed the photo back: "Buddy, I thought your taste in beauty was on par with mine, but this is woefully off. These are the beauties you were talking about?"
Musk pressed down on the picture: "Wait until I’ve finished speaking, then judge whether or not they’re beauties, okay?"
Martin made a go-ahead gesture.
"Susan Wojcicki, the 16th employee of Google, currently in charge of Google’s advertising business, is rumored to possibly take over as YouTube CEO. Larry Page and Sergey Brin rented her garage when they started their business," Musk explained.
He pointed to the second oldest woman: "Janet Wojcicki, a PhD in anthropology from the University of California, master’s in epidemiology, a respected professor with several patents under her belt, and very wealthy."
"And this one," Musk’s hand landed on the youngest of the women: "Anne Wojcicki, the youngest of the three sisters, founder of a DNA testing company, wealthier than both of us combined. She’s Sergey Brin’s wife."
After hearing all this, Martin looked again at the photograph, and realized the three ladies... did indeed seem rather attractive.
These prospects were carefully chosen by Musk with a purpose. He said, "They’re all married though..."
"Hold on!" Martin interrupted the rascal’s spiel: "Elon, what are you getting at?"
Musk laughed: "I’ve heard certain rumors in Hollywood, isn’t this the type you like?"
These sorts of rumors circulated in Hollywood from time to time, and Martin was somewhat aware, but naturally, he had to firmly deny such slander: "Do you think that’s possible? Does it fit my taste?"
While the latter might be true in Musk’s opinion, he didn’t believe a word of the former.
Who didn’t have a girlfriend or wife mixed up in Hollywood? Who didn’t know the dirty laundry of the Hollywood set? What’s the deal with Jolie and Aniston? And how did the rumors about Charlize Theron and you start?
Even the gossip in the modeling circle went so far as to say supermodels had personally invited Martin to their pre-wedding bachelorette parties.
Could all that be fake?
Martin shook his head: "You, my friend, are lacking sincerity."
Musk loosened his tie and started to speak seriously: "Depp is your sworn enemy; you want me to get close to Amber, which is like helping you mess with your enemy’s wife, right?"
Martin looked at him and said, "If you want to do something shameless, don’t drag me into it under the guise of righteousness."
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Musk’s shameless remarks were far from over, "You see, I did you a favor, so shouldn’t you return the favor?"
Martin said, "Your interest in these three isn’t pure."
"How could it be pure?" Musk replied directly, "Between men and women, is there ever anything pure?"
Martin thought about the identity and wealth of these three women, "Cut the crap, what do you want to get from them through me?"
Musk said, "As far as I know, all three of them are your fans, and not just any fans, but the kind who really like you... um, Tesla is preparing to raise funds and expand its stock, and I want to bring in people from Google’s side, they are the best point of entry!"
He seemed to be prepared for self-sacrifice, "Martin, we’ll go together when the time comes, two against three, absolutely no problem!"
Martin scoffed; he had a brother who could handle this age group single-handedly, three at a time was no problem.
Musk continued, "As long as we can convince them, Google will definitely join in this time."
Martin still scoffed.
Musk said, "Susan and Anne have assets worth billions..."
"If you had said this to me six years ago, I would’ve thanked you," Martin had no qualms about morality, and when he had been in Atlanta, his biggest goal was to find a rich wife to provide for him.
Later he found Kelly and Louise who were wealthy, but they never gave him a chance to rest easy; they only wanted to give him a push from behind as he charged forward. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
Martin shook his head and stopped thinking about it, "Forget it now."
Musk understood, "If you could help me convince them, I would reserve a special portion of Tesla’s fundraising expansion just for you."
Martin was no longer the poor kid he had been, having climbed so hard for so long; why should he lower himself now?
He flatly refused, "You should go by yourself; I believe in your capability."
Martin expressed that he couldn’t enjoy these beauties of the tech circle.
Musk accused, "Everyone says Martin is the most loyal to his friends, but what now? You’re not being loyal. I helped you deal with Depp, yet you won’t even do me this small favor."
Martin said, "I’m afraid of being killed by Sergey Brin."
Musk just shook his head; seeing that he couldn’t persuade Martin, he didn’t say more, instead contemplating going himself. One against three was a big problem, but starting with one as a point of entry was manageable.
He quickly set his sights on Anne Wojcicki, Sergey Brin’s wife.
Martin was well acquainted with Musk’s brazenness, "Looks like you’re having quite a bit of trouble with Tesla’s fundraising expansion. As a friend, I’ll help you solve these troubles. I’ve just received a large share of profits this year, and I’ll invest in Tesla."
Musk thought, wasn’t this already discussed? You were not willing to help.
He said, "Pure financial assistance isn’t much help. Don’t forget, the endorsement negotiation with your agent fell through, and you renewed with Cadillac."
Martin said, "Cadillac offered me a $15 million-a-year endorsement deal, you wouldn’t even give $5 million, and you weren’t willing to put the investment promise in writing. Empty talk is pointless..."
Musk said, "Let’s forget about pure investment."
"Buddy, you’re overlooking the advertising effect I can bring!" Martin argued, "Last year, I was ranked first on both the Hollywood Celebrity Power List and the Income List!"
Musk did not care about that.
Martin added, "I’m the Sect Hierarch of the Cola Cult. By incomplete statistics, just in North America alone, the Cola Cult has tens of millions of followers, and globally several hundred million. Although I don’t endorse Tesla, my positive view and investment in Tesla, can you imagine how big the advertising effect would be?"
Musk, looking at Martin, suddenly found him to be truly handsome, sunny, and loyal.
Musk himself was very high-profile, and one of the big reasons he did this was to attract attention and make Tesla more noticeable to people.
But since the bastard had just refused him, of course, he wouldn’t agree right away, "Let me think about it."
Martin didn’t insist. Tesla was already public, and if all else failed, trading on the secondary market was also an option.
After dinner, Musk asked the key question, "I remember that ’Transcendental Hacker’ starring Depp is about to premiere; haven’t you received an invitation from Megan Ellison yet?"
Martin replied, "Don’t worry, I’ll let you know when I do."
"I’m different from you; I’m the most loyal to friends!" Musk pretended to be the good brother, "I will definitely help you take down Depp!"
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Los Angeles, Columbia Tower.
A mansion occupied the entire top floor of the building, where Johnny Depp and Amber Heard moved after getting married, making it their love nest.
Amber went out to a party.
As night fell, Depp started his daily mandatory wild parties with his fair-weather friends.
Alcohol and powder, these were the necessities of the party.
After taking his medicine and a drink, Depp’s originally decadent spirit instantly became excited.
Listening to his lackeys discussing powder, Depp suddenly remembered something and asked one of them, "Coulson, didn’t you mention last year that Fernandez said someone above him was going to deal with Martin Davis?"
As they were usually inebriated or high, they had long forgotten about the matter.
Coulson responded, "I’ll make a call and ask."
