As long as there’s food provided, let alone dozens of people, Eleanor could pull a few hundred people out of the Clayton community.

As for Eleanor volunteering at the conservative Methodist Association.

That’s not the point. Eleanor has said before, as long as the pay is right, it doesn’t matter who she believes in.

“I know a lot of outstanding people in the association.” The fat guy definitely has a bright future at Gray Company. Eager to recruit supporters for his boss, he pulled out a business card and handed it to Martin: “I’m Andrew. If you want to join, just call me anytime.”

Martin accepted it solemnly, then took out a prepared business card and handed it over: “Martin-Davis.”

Just before the bus turned off Peach Street, another parade team entered Peach Street, waving the Methodist flag.

The two sides started shouting insults at each other from a distance, and the whole neighborhood was in an uproar.

The happiest ones were the media reporters.

……

The bus drove for over half an hour and arrived at a farm in the northern part of Atlanta.

The crew had rented the farm and set up some temporary 19th-century plantation-style sets. Next to the wooden house serving as a temporary dressing room, actors dressed in period costumes had already finished their makeup.

Martin got off the bus and saw that the troupe leader, Jerome, was waiting at the farm entrance.

Andrew approached Jerome and said directly, “There are two special roles, paid by the day, $100, work ends at 4:30 p.m., overtime is $10 per hour. Bring a few of your best actors.”

Ordinary extras are paid only $5.15 an hour.

Jerome immediately thought of the idiot Martin who still owed him membership dues, and the first name he called was Martin: “Martin, come here!” Then he shouted, “Kohler, Robert, Jones.”

No one can owe me money! Jerome then said to the fat guy Andrew, “Martin is good, you should give him priority.”

Andrew remembered the name, and as soon as everyone arrived, he called out, “Martin-Davis, and… you, come with me.”

Following right behind Martin, Robert became the other lucky one.

Jerome led the two toward the wooden house, while the others could only follow the crew to the outdoor temporary makeup area.

Robert poked Martin, and Martin signaled him to be quiet with his eyes.

The two followed Jerome to the wooden house. After waiting a bit, someone came to tell them to go in for makeup.

While they were getting their makeup and changing clothes, an assistant came over to explain the scene.

The roles had no lines, but there was a lot of blocking.

The two were playing assassins sent to kill the female lead. They would rush into the garden where the female lead was, guns in hand, and get shot dead by the male lead. Then, after the hero saves the beauty, the male and female leads fall in love.

In other words, for this scene, Martin and Robert would have to play dead the whole time.

Background artists lying on the ground get paid more than those standing.

Robert was a seasoned extra, and Martin even more so.

There was nothing difficult about the first part. They just had to follow the blocking exactly. After two takes, it was done. The only time the director called cut was when the male lead accidentally dropped his gun.

Then came the main event: the two of them lying motionless on the ground.

The male and female leads embraced passionately…

Chapter Thirteen: Trump Card

After removing his makeup and changing back into his clothes, Martin left the temporary dressing room and went to a spot where he wouldn’t get in anyone’s way. After observing for a bit, he found where the fat guy Andrew was.

Taking advantage of a free moment, he walked over. “Mr. Andrew.”

Andrew still remembered Martin. “Didn’t go get your pay? Can’t find the finance office?”

Martin smiled and said, “I just happened to see you, so I came over to say thank you.”

Andrew had a good impression of him. “You did well too.”

The fat guy was an employee who always followed the boss’s lead. Martin changed the subject: “When I see my friend later, I’ll have her contact like-minded friends. I’ll have to trouble you for help then, Mr. Andrew.”

“No problem.” Andrew thought for a moment and said, “Since you all support freedom and progress and want to contribute, you should also pay more attention to current events. If you come across anything unfavorable to the Freedom Association, let me know right away.”

He’d said similar things to many acquaintances, all to please his boss.

He wanted a promotion, so he followed the boss’s lead closely.

Martin naturally agreed right away.

A brand-new BMW 7 Series drove up the main road of the farm, drawing a lot of attention. Andrew also looked over.

When the car stopped, a young female assistant got out from the passenger seat and opened the back door. A short-haired woman in professional attire stepped out, head lowered.

Andrew waved at Martin and strode over.

Martin asked a passing extra, “Who’s that? She looks impressive.”

The extra didn’t stop walking and replied casually, “The company boss.”

Martin understood. This was the backbone of the ATL Freedom Association, Kelly-Gray.

He soon noticed that Andrew couldn’t get a word in with Kelly-Gray, but was very familiar with the female assistant.

Robert suddenly popped up from behind. “Let’s go get paid together. Tonight I want a damn feast!”

“Buddy, you made me wait so long. Not treating me tonight?” Martin asked.

Robert followed him toward the finance office. “Another day, another day.”

It wasn’t even four o’clock yet, but their scenes were already done. Each signed for a $100 check and went to the extras’ gathering spot.