America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

Chapter 6: Chapter 6 The Thing I'm Best At

Outside the sky was pitch black, but inside the house, the lights were bright, and laughter and chatter were endless.

Harris finished his Monte Cristo sandwich, grabbed a can of beer, and tossed it to Martin. He cracked open another with one hand and exclaimed loudly, "Martin, my admiration for you has just skyrocketed from zero to ninety percent!"

Elena came over with a plate, sat next to Martin, and speared a piece of oxtail: "A reward for you."

Martin bit into the meat, opened his beer, and raised it, saying, "Losers, let's toast together!"

"Cheers!"

Lily and Hol, the two idiots, also raised their colas.

The afternoon's haul brought genuine joy.

Such pure joy inspired Lily and Hol to reach for the beer.

Elena glanced over, and Lily, with her neck shrunk, said, "It wasn't me, Hol grabbed my hand!"

Holle refused to be outdone: "It clearly egged me on to grab it!"

Martin tapped his emptied can: "If you two morons ruin my good mood again, I'll throw you out to sleep on the streets."

"Since it's your treat," Lily said, buzzing the straw, no longer bickering with Hol.

Martin stood up and said, "Alright, I'll mix a drink for you girls."

Elena was surprised: "You idiot, when did you learn how to mix drinks?"

Martin took a can of sweet water beer and headed to the open kitchen while

Half-asleep and dazed, Martin was reminded again of what he was best at.

What was he good at? Acting and some related skills—most importantly, networking in the entertainment industry.

When he was young in his previous life, he dreamt foolishly of being like the character Simpleton from Gone with the Wind, wasting the best years of his life on it.

If talking solely about acting, even though he was self-taught, he was determined to study and endure hardships. After becoming a supporting actor, even some of the seasoned actors who had formal training from early on would commend him.

Acting is a field that heavily relies on talent, and in his last life, Martin had a decent amount of it. However, success in the entertainment industry isn't determined just by talent and acting skills.

Martin had long lost his naivety; he had an accurate assessment of himself.

The former Martin Davis almost belonged to the lowest rung of society, with little to no connections, his assets in the negative, and he hadn't even completed his basic education.

Martin was clear that if he wanted to progress in the future, he should stick to the field he knew best.

The film industry in Hollywood was tough to break into, and in fact, for a pauper, other than zero-cost shopping or joining a gang as bottom-rung fodder, most industries were difficult to penetrate.

Martin's short-term goals became clear: adapt to American society, gather more knowledge about the film industry, and earn enough money to head to Los Angeles or New York to seek opportunities.

Atlanta could also serve as a starting point, after all, by around 2015, Atlanta had become the third-largest film production center in the US, after Los Angeles and New York.

It's mainly about opportunities—often opportunities are far more important than capabilities.