America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

Just past five in the morning, Martin got up, slipped into pajamas, and prepared to wash up.

Next to him, Daddario also opened her eyes.

Martin gave her equally perky butt a pat, "You sleep for another 15 minutes, I'll call you in a bit."

Daddario murmured an acknowledgment and turned over to continue sleeping.

Half an hour later, the two of them left the trailer together and joined Bruce for breakfast in the dining hall.

Before six o'clock, all actors arrived at a few work trailers to get their makeup done and change into costumes.

Jessica Chastain saw Martin and greeted him, "Morning."

Martin nodded to her slightly, "Morning."

The makeup artists and stylists got busy.

Once the actors were ready with basic makeup and costumes, the crew left their base and headed to the location for shooting.

Not just the actors, but every department started bustling with activity.

As "The Martian" crew got moving, the silence was broken by the neighboring "Lone Ranger" set.

Megan Ellison was eating breakfast, her gaze sweeping over the temporary dining area, including producer Jerry Bruckheimer and director Gore Verbinski among other main members of the crew who had started their meal.

Only Johnny Depp hadn't shown up.

Megan asked the assistant across from her, "What's the situation with Depp?"

The assistant had kept an eye out, "He partied last night with his entourage, it was two-thirty in the morning when I went to bed, and their party was still going."

Megan's anger flared up again, but she quickly suppressed it and sent a text message to Amber Heard.

Even her father, a billionaire tycoon, couldn't match Johnny Depp's stamina for causing a stir.

After finishing breakfast and walking out of the dining hall, Megan heard the activity from the next set and decided to check it out, deliberately passing by Depp's trailer. She glanced at the trailer from a distance.

Just then, the door to the trailer opened, and Amber almost dragged Depp out.

Depp staggered as he walked, seeming still drunk, and his deeply sunken eyes needed no makeup to look just like Captain Sparrow's dark circles.

Megan could tell at a glance that getting him to shoot normally would take until at least midday.

Luckily, the crew had adjusted the filming schedule, moving all of Depp's scenes to the afternoon since departing Disney Studio and shooting other actors' parts in the morning.

Megan went to the spot between the two sets and climbed atop the highest trailer, standing on the roof to gaze across.

She quickly spotted the makeup area and saw Martin Davis and Jessica Chastain coming out of the trailer, dressed in grey base layers of space suits, and getting into a nanny van.

Several cars gathered into a convoy and headed southwest.

Megan thought to herself, although Martin Davis stood opposite her, she had to admit, when it came to professionalism, Martin was streets ahead of Depp.

When both productions were at Disney Studio, the main stages were only separated by a road, and Megan often kept an eye on "The Martian" crew. Martin and Depp were near equals in star power, but the difference in their conduct was stark.

The former had an excellent reputation within Hollywood, while the latter could be called despised by gods and ghosts alike.

Megan could easily imagine, once Depp lost his allure, the massive troubles he would face.

With this in mind, she grew worried. "Transcendental Hacker" and "Lone Ranger" both had top-notch scripts, investments, and production teams, promising nearly unlimited success.

If these projects encountered any mishaps, there was only one possibility—Johnny Depp!

Megan had built up a lot of anger towards Depp, like a female Hulk on the verge of exploding.

Not long after, a portion of the "Lone Ranger" crew went out to film.

As noon approached, Depp finally arrived at the temporary outdoor set.

By that time in June, the sun hung high in the sky, and standing in the unprotected desert and Gobi, let alone wearing costumes, even just standing there made people break into profuse sweat.

Using the intense heat as an excuse, Depp refused to enter the set to shoot, insisting on waiting for cooler weather.

Then, he and his playmates squeezed into an air-conditioned nanny van and refused to come out for anything.

He skipped breakfast, and for lunch, Depp chose to dine on alcohol instead.

"Boss, there's something important," one of his companions reminded Depp.

Depp didn't even open his eyes, "What is it?"

Hodgson, the companion, informed him, "We partied too hard last night, and there isn't much 'flour' left, nowhere to buy it around here..."

Depp waved his hand dismissively, "Tell them to deliver it quickly, pay them extra for home delivery!"

Hodgson nodded, "I'll call right away."

He opened the car door and stepped out to call the supplier, demanding delivery by midnight at the latest, insisting on the best quality regardless of the cost.

The supplier agreed without hesitation, promising delivery before midnight.

...

On the southwest side of Death Valley, the crew of "The Martian" was filming under pressure.

Two cranes hoisted up a huge green screen, shielding the sun from the sky, and the crew used the green screen as a backdrop to shoot the outdoor scenes on Mars.

The weather was unbearably hot. Martin, wearing a spacesuit, felt drenched in sweat after just a few shots.

"Cut, that's a wrap for this take!" Ridley called a halt to the shooting, glanced at the sun overhead, and said, "Take a half-hour break."

Martin took off his helmet, and a makeup artist hurried over to wipe his sweat.

In the resting area, with the help of two assistants, he slipped out of his spacesuit.

He accepted a bottle of water Bruce handed to him and took a sip.

Next to him, Daddario and Jessica Chastain, who had also shed their spacesuits, had their clothes clinging to their bodies due to sweat.

Martin tossed two fans to them and said, "Let's go to the air-conditioned trailer."

The three of them climbed into the same nanny van, where Martin first turned the AC down slightly and waited for their sweat to subside before turning it up a bit more.

Since there was no one else in the vehicle, Daddario pulled off her tank top and threw it aside, then grabbed some tissues to wipe her sweat away.

Her actions drew a sideways glance from Jessica Chastain.

Martin took out two bottles of mineral water from the mini-fridge, inserted straws, and handed them to Daddario and Jessica Chastain.

He grabbed another bottle for himself, sipped it, and complained, "This damn weather, it's not fit for shooting outdoors."

Daddario said, "I want to find a place to take a shower."

Jessica Chastain's face was flushed, whether from the heat or the sunlight, it was hard to say, "Let's wait until the end of the shoot. Thinking about spending another week here is driving me insane."

"Weren't you in six movies last year?" Martin asked.

Jessica Chastain replied with a smile, "But filming outdoors in the desert wearing such thick clothes during the hottest part of summer, this is a first for me."

"Let's go for some cold beer tonight after we get back," Martin offered.

"I'll have a commemorative Coke," Daddario said.

"No problem," Martin said, gesturing grandly. "During the day we shouldn't drink too much of this stuff, it can make us burp. Whether it's Coke or some other drink, I've got you covered."

Before he came, he had made preparations: "The crew has a cargo truck specifically for hauling my supplies."

"You do get treated well," remarked Jessica Chastain.

To be honest, Martin replied, "Once you're a top star, you'll get the same perks." Your next journey awaits at My Virtual Library Empire

The brief rest period of just over half an hour flew by.

Despite their grumbling, the trio returned to their trailers on time for a touch-up, donning their bulky spacesuits again to carry on with their 'Martian' scientific exploration efforts.

Shooting was on and off, as Ridley frequently called for breaks to hydrate the actors, preventing heatstroke.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the crew packed up and headed back to camp.

After dinner, Martin invited Daddario and Jessica Chastain to join him at his trailer.

Bruce opened up a refrigerated truck nearby that operated 24/7, full of food and drink provisions.

Jessica Chastain couldn't help but admire, "You really know how to live."

"We make money from movies to enjoy life, don't we?" Martin said. "It doesn't make sense to suffer while working and still be stingy about treating ourselves."

Daddario hopped on the truck without hesitation: "I'll just pick anything."

"Feel free to take whatever you like," Martin offered generously.

Daddario teasingly turned back to look at Martin, "Really, just take anything?"

Now more familiar with Daddario, Jessica Chastain joined in, "Could you not flaunt your romance in front of me? I'm a lonely, single woman here."

"Really lonely?" Daddario teased knowingly, "Do you need some warmth tonight?"

But Jessica ignored his comment, picked up a bottle of sparkling wine, some nuts, and fruit, and said, "Let's go enjoy life."

Martin grabbed some beef jerky and fresh fruit and led the two back to his Mercedes trailer.

Bruce had already turned on the air conditioning and opened the windows to air the place out. Martin set down the items, closed all the windows, and called Ridley and the original author Andy Weir to come and enjoy life together.

As night fell, the entire campsite stirred to life.

Disagreements between the higher-ups of the two crews didn't stop the lower ranks from mingling. Many knew each other, and crew members from different teams visited back and forth.

Alcohol, parties, and the interactions between men and women were perennial mainstays of the Hollywood off-duty scene.

Johnny Depp, who had filmed for just one and a half hours today, was hosting a wild party in his own trailer as well.

But ever since Depp joined the crew, he'd been stirring up trouble nonstop, exhausting everyone except his entourage, with no one else joining the party.

Of course, Depp didn't mind; ever since he'd played the captain, all of Hollywood had revolved around him.

Especially with the sequels of Pirates of the Caribbean, Disney, considering commercial gains, would pinch their noses and comply with Depp's most outrageous demands.

After finishing a few bottles of liquor, Depp felt it wasn't enough and asked, "Haven't the goods arrived yet?"

The friend who had arranged the goods checked his watch, "Should be here soon."

Another person snorted continually and turned down the music, "Make a call and check."

After making the call, the friend announced, "They're almost here; I'll go look for them."

"With this heat outside, have them bring it here!" Depp was genuinely considerate towards his friends, "Tell them to come right to the Mercedes trailer."

The friend sent a text, "Enter the campsite and go straight to the central area; my biggest Mercedes trailer is easy to spot."