America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 989 - 897 New Goals Part 2
Chapter 989: Chapter 897 New Goals Part 2
Chapter 989 -897 New Goals Part 2
The event was so preposterous that Martin didn’t even know what to say for a moment. He could only offer consolation, “In the end, you got the Best Picture Oscar.”
Annie looked around and, seeing no one nearby, lowered her voice and asked, “Was it done on purpose?”
Martin told the truth, “I don’t know.”
At that moment, an assistant director came over and called Martin and Annie to join the Oscar winners’ group photo.
Because of the mix-up, the group photo session ended hastily, and the winners all declined interviews.
The Academy had someone come over to communicate, requesting that those who were backstage at the time not discuss what happened in public, especially in front of the media.
Martin casually agreed.
He left the Dolby Theatre, got into Nicholson’s extended Lincoln, and the two scoundrels were already waiting for him in the car.
All three needed to make an appearance at the “Oscars Night” Party.
Martin, the Best Actor winner, according to the agreement with the sponsors, also needed to be on the party’s red carpet immediately.
In the car, Leo curiously asked, “What exactly happened?”
Martin described the details of the event and asked Nicholson, “You’ve seen enough; could the Academy have done this on purpose?”
Leo said, “Does the Academy want to attract attention this way?”
Nicholson was scrolling through his phone, turned the screen to show the other two, “Public opinion has exploded.”
On social media, the related discussion was flooding the feeds.
“Biggest Oscar mix-up in history!”
“This is the fakiest Best Picture in Oscar history, in every sense.”
“The Best Picture debacle, so f*cking thrilling!”
“The Academy is crazed to create a topic like this to attract attention!”
Leo looked away and asked, “Could the Academy really be behind this?”
Nicholson said, “Whether it’s true or false doesn’t matter; the Oscars have become a hot topic again.”
Martin wasn’t averse to conspiracy theories, “Is there a possibility that those African-Americans pressured the Academy, and the Academy had to undertake so-called diversity reforms, but the core powers within the Academy are basically people like us. How could they willingly bend to the whims and threats of that bunch of Black…”
Leo understood the implication, “The Academy, not willing to be pressured, while also bearing the heavy burden of social diversity, thus gave them a heavy-weight Oscar award but deliberately made it into the current situation, making that Black gay film become the most controversial Best Picture in Oscar history.”
Martin said with a laugh, “Was the Best Picture given to them or not? If Black people make a fuss now, it’s their problem.”
“No one would admit to something like this,” Nicholson added, “And I feel, it wasn’t deliberately planned, but rather a result that naturally came about through unspoken consent among certain people.”
He adjusted his sunglasses, “Regardless of how the ‘Moonlight’ film itself is, after this fiasco, the most controversial Best Picture Oscar will no longer be ‘Shakespeare in Love’ but this one.”
Leo said, “From now on, when people think of ‘Moonlight,’ they will always think of the controversy first.”
The car stopped in front of the Beverly Hilton Hotel, waiting to enter.
Martin changed the subject, reminding Leo, “Buddy, remember to solve that math problem later.”
Leo knew what the jokester meant and flicked Martin off directly.
Nicholson didn’t let it go, “The three of us have seven Oscars. How many does each person have?”
Leo was fierce, “By this time next year, the three of us will have eight Oscars! I swear!”
Someone outside opened the car door, and Martin got out first, followed by Leo and Nicholson onto the red carpet.
There were nearly no film fans here, mostly media reporters.
Walking up to the hotel’s entrance steps, a journalist from “Vanity Fair,” one of the organizers, blocked Martin’s path, saying, “Congratulations, Martin, on your third Oscar and second Best Actor. Can you share your current feelings?”
“Very excited and happy,” said Martin. Now at this level, he didn’t need to stand out. Instead, he gave a rather predictable reply to the interview, “I appreciate the Academy and my colleagues in the industry for their recognition.”
The reporter’s focus wasn’t here, and followed up with a question, “You must have been backstage before and after the Best Picture award was given out, right? Can you tell us exactly what happened?”
Martin replied, “I went to the bathroom as soon as I got backstage, and only found out what happened when I came out.”
The reporter still wanted to ask questions, but Martin waved his hand and caught up with Leonardo and Nicholson, and they all entered the hotel together.
Upon entering the banquet hall where the party was held, people gradually came up to congratulate Martin.
Since the “Split” crew was small and Jonathan Nolan, who hadn’t won any awards, didn’t even come, only the Trio of Scoundrels sat at the table designated for the “Split” crew.
Occasionally people came up to sniff around for news, but Martin put them off.
Nicholson made a phone call and said, “The Academy’s Board of Governors has called an emergency meeting and is aligning their story; I estimate there will be an official statement by tomorrow morning.”
Recalling something Martin had said, Leonardo joined the conversation, “I’ve given you the story you wanted, whether or not you accept it is up to you, it has nothing to do with me.”
Martin gave Leonardo a thumbs-up, “Old buddy, you’ve gotten to the heart of society!”
Nicholson commented, “The level of shamelessness you two bastards exhibit could keep up with those politicians in Washington.”
Martin waved his hand, “We’re far from that, politicians never have a bottom line; at least Leo and I do.”
After a while, the three decided to leave.
Martin got a call; Elizabeth and Lily had prepared a celebration party at home.
Leonardo and Nicholson followed him over.
Moreover, Martin also called Mene and several friends, as well as members of his agency and public relations team.
As they were leaving, Leonardo took another glance around; the atmosphere at this “Oscars Night” party was not great.
The controversies sparked by “Spotlight” and “Moonlight Boy” were just beginning.
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Martin and his companions quickly returned to Sunset Boulevard North District.
During the day, Elizabeth had gone out of her way to notify the neighbors, nearby residents, and the homeowners association.
As soon as Martin and the others got out of the car, fireworks shot into the sky.
The entire Davis Estate was lit up brilliantly, with splendid fireworks flying continuously into the air, celebrating Martin’s second Oscar Best Actor win.
In all of Hollywood, the number of actors who have received three Oscar statuettes for acting can be counted on one hand.
Today’s mascot and icon of the Oscars, Jack Nicholson, has the same number of awards as Martin: one Best Supporting Actor and two Best Actor awards.
The only one with three Oscar Best Actor wins is the Academy’s darling Daniel Day Lewis.
People who came to congratulate would clink glasses with Martin.
No matter how good Martin’s capacity for liquor was, he was getting a bit tipsy.
Once the party ended and the guests were sent off, Martin sat on the living room sofa sprawlingly, speaking half-sober, half-drunken words.
Someone once said there were fifty-five kinds of people who would sing and dance when drunk, and there was one kind who loved to brag the most when intoxicated.
“I once thought of breaking into Washington, conquering the White House, and obliterating America.” Martin wasn’t entirely boasting, “Now I suddenly realize, I’ve become the established ruling class, the boy who dreamed of slaying dragons has finally turned into the dragon himself!”
Lily pouted, “I knew there was a dragon the moment you started chasing my sister.”
Elizabeth gave Lily a raised eyebrow.
The two had their own understanding, and Lily quickly shut up, no longer mentioning the people and things of Atlanta.
Elizabeth poured a glass of water for Martin, “Your old goals weren’t realistic, what about your current goals?”
Martin took the water, drank most of it in one gulp, and said, “Become the number one person in Hollywood, achieve an accomplishment that neither superstars nor top directors have ever accomplished.”
Lily had heard from Nicholson before, “To become the first person who has won the Oscar for Best Actor, and also won the Oscar for Best Director?”
Martin stood up, took Lily by one hand, and Elizabeth by the other, “Both want and want, quite greedy.”
