America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

The film crew received an unexpected visit from a heavyweight model, Gisele Bundchen flew back from overseas to New York, too eager to wait a moment longer, she directly found the set and dragged Leonardo into his trailer.

The sound of their argument wafted out from the open windows of the trailer.

All sorts of "fuck" noises were incessant, rivaling the intensity of the shooting of this movie.

Although everyone else was curious, they kept their distance, not wanting to become the target of transferred anger.

Only two bastards carried over a table and some chairs, sitting in the shade and drinking iced Coke as they enjoyed the quarrel.

The only ones who could pull off such shameless antics were Martin and Jack Nicholson.

"With your kind of crap, you still found a dozen female models to party with?" If Leonardo had been with other women, Gisele Bundchen wouldn't have lost her temper, but he messed around with models from her own company, a few of whom were even proudly flaunting that fact in the modeling world. How could she tolerate that?

She unleashed the Brazilian lion roar, "Your thing looks like the Titanic, but in reality, it's no better than an octopus. Aren't you embarrassed?"

Leonardo was so angry his hair was about to explode, "Shut your mouth, don't fucking slander people!"

Not far from the window, Martin picked up his iced Coke and gestured to the old bastard, "Gisele's words, they're worth a drink."

Fearing those inside wouldn't hear, Nicholson banged his bottle forcefully against Martin's, "Here's to Leo's Titanic!"

Martin took a sip of his Coke and said, "Those little bitches sold Leo out."

Nicholson remarked, "Given the right opportunity, they would sell you out too."

Martin scoffed, "I'm a happy bachelor, what am I scared of?"

Nicholson, listening to the argument inside, said, "Leo really is a pushover, apart from his tough mouth, every other part of him is soft. He talks about breaking up, but drags his feet."

Martin could see clearly that Leonardo had made up his mind about breaking up, after all, Bundchen was already 25.

He signaled with his hand, "Let's give Leo a hand, let's chant together."

As a kind of evil guy who thrived on chaos, Nicholson slapped the table and said eagerly, "Come on, yell!"

"1, 2, 3!" Martin had already agreed on the chant with Nicholson.

Nicholson shouted, "Leo, power through the break-up!"

The booming voice, like a broken gong, carried for dozens of meters.

Martin, however, just laughed, having not yelled at all.

Nicholson pointed at Martin, mentally noting this sleazy act, but couldn't stop himself and yelled again, "Break-up, power through!"

Not only did he yell, but he also opened a sun umbrella, under which a banner automatically unfolded, "Celebrating Leonardo's Break-Up Today!"

With a clang, the trailer door swung open from the inside, and Gisele stepped down forcefully, flipping Martin and the old bastard the bird as she made an obscene split-legged gesture, "Don't you like fucking around with supermodels? Come on! The supermodel's right here! If you've got the balls, then come and fuck!"

Martin and Nicholson immediately lost their nerve.

No matter how shameless the two were, they still had to consider Leonardo's face.

Gisele scoffed coldly and walked away.

Leonardo stepped down from the trailer, hands on his hips, pacing back and forth, then pointing at Martin and the old bastard, "I must be blind to have made friends with losers like you."

Martin didn't hesitate to turn the tables, "It was clearly you who wanted to break up and had us come over as witnesses! And what happened? We got despised by your girlfriend."

After Gisele Bundchen had left, he went on, "Leo, you must compensate Jack and me for our emotional distress."

Nicholson, of course, took Martin's side, "If you hadn't asked us, we wouldn't have bothered to come watch you guys fight."

While speaking, he picked up a bottle of Coke and clinked it against Martin's, taking a hearty swig together, "Here, Sect Hierarch, cheers."

Martin grabbed a bottle of Coke from the icebox next to him and tossed it to Leonardo, "Either sit down with us and drink, or go chase your girlfriend back."

Leonardo opened the Coke and stressed, "Ex-girlfriend! She's already my ex-girlfriend!" He clinked bottles with Martin and the old bastard, "Celebrating my return to the bachelor life, regaining freedom."

Martin raised his Coke bottle, "Congratulations on returning to the joy of bachelorhood."

The set returned to calm, and although the entertainment media outside went wild with the news of Leonardo and Gisele Bundchen's breakup, it did not cause much of a stir on set.

As long as the Trio of Scoundrels didn't cause trouble, the film crew had no major issues.

The movie had only one important female role, and oftentimes with fewer actresses, there was also less trouble on set.

Matt Damon, aside from trying to outdo Martin during filming, didn't do anything particularly noteworthy.

The outcome was inevitable, causing a ruckus on set would only invite Scorsese's disdain.

Leonardo, now single again, entered a new phase with an explosive performance during shooting. Many scenes were perfect on the first take.

Even Scorsese believed that Leonardo's acting had improved.

"Do you know why you haven't won the Oscar for Best Actor? Women have held you back!" During lunch break, with the broad interests of Hollywood's young females in mind, Martin said to Leonardo, "Leo, give up those garish sluts. Remain single, or switch to the embrace of your male peers. With this film, you can bag the Best Actor!"

Leonardo could tell the guy was up to no good, "You want to eliminate a strong competitor? I won't let you succeed." He suddenly noticed that an important member of the trio was missing, "Where's that old bastard Jack?"

Martin didn't know either, gesturing for Bruce to come over and asked him.

Bruce casually pointed, "Meryl Strip came for a set visit, and Nicholson went into the trailer with her."

Leonardo scoffed, "One over 50, the other over 60, and still so thirsty, shameless!"

But Martin had a good idea, "Leo, remember when Gisele Bundchen came over last time, and that old bastard pulled me into pranking you? You haven't forgotten, have you?"

Leonardo still remembered Nicholson yelling "Breakup, cheers!" from outside the window and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"Follow me." Martin went to the props department and asked the person in charge, "Doug, I remember you guys prepared some firecrackers?"

Doug replied, "There are some, to be used during a scene."

Martin stretched out his hand to ask for some, "Give me a few."

Doug grabbed a handful and handed them to Martin, cautioning him, "Don't mess around on the set."

Martin said, "Do I look like the kind of person who messes around? Don't worry."

Doug glanced at Leonardo, who used to be somewhat reliable, but ever since this movie started filming, after hanging out with Martin and Nicholson, he had become less dependable.

The crew even gave them a nickname: Trio of Scoundrels.

Leaving the main crew, Martin led the way toward the rest trailers while handing Leonardo a few large firecrackers, "Ever played with these?"

Leonardo's lighter was already out, "A few times, I know how to handle them."

Martin also took out a lighter, and the two of them tiptoed quickly toward Nicholson's rest trailer.

At a distance of twenty meters, voices could be heard from the half-open window of the trailer, the vulgar Nicholson cursing Jesus, and another female voice calling out to God.

The trailer seemed to be rocking slightly.

Martin hid behind a commercial vehicle and said to Leonardo, "Pay attention to tactical movements, follow my lead!"

Leonardo followed eagerly, close behind Martin.

Martin used the tactical movements Bruce had taught him to quickly and quietly approach the trailer window.

Leonardo reached the opposite side.

Martin nodded at him, whispering, "1, 2, 3!"

They lit the firecrackers at the same time and threw them into the window.

Leonardo even shouted like they do in movies, "Fire in the hole!"

Bang! Bang—

Explosion sounds erupted inside the trailer.

Although this side of the window was a storage area, the sound of the firecrackers startled the two people inside.

"Ah—"

Meryl Streep's scream rang out.

Martin turned and ran, but before Leonardo dashed off, he lit another firecracker and tossed it into the window.

"Leo, Martin, you two bastards!" Nicholson didn't need to guess who'd pull such an asinine stunt, holding a stick in his hand, with one hand pulling up his underwear, he flung open the trailer door and charged out, "I'm going to kill you!"

He only saw Leonardo, as Martin had already sprinted away.
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Nicholson threw the stick he held with all his strength at Leonardo, who dodged it and then lit another firecracker, throwing it at Nicholson.

With a bang, the firecracker exploded in mid-air, raining down numerous pieces of paper.

Wrapped in a blanket, Meryl Streep appeared at the trailer door, curious, "Leonardo?"

Nicholson said, "And Martin Davis."

Meryl, surprised, "You got together with him?"

"I've hooked up with Martin, everyone in the crew knows," Nicholson pulled up his underwear, standing boldly in front of the trailer, adding, "I gave you face, now it's my business."

Meryl was not pleased.

Nicholson directly stated, "If you want another Oscar, go and lick Harvey Weinstein. I won't interfere, but I'm not close to that fatso, why would I provoke Martin Davis, that little pervert?"

He tapped his head, "I'm old, this isn't Coke bottle hard anymore, you might not know, but the gunman Martin Davis Coke-blasted is dead."

"What a downer, enough talk, I'm leaving." Meryl went back to get dressed and asked Nicholson, who followed her in, "Don't you want another Oscar?"

Nicholson said offhand, "One is enough, what do I need so many for?"

Meryl said no more, got dressed, and left the set.

After changing his clothes, Nicholson didn't go looking for Martin and Leonardo to settle the score; instead, he sat in the armchair, deep in thought.

In the afternoon, while Martin was on set filming, Nicholson quietly approached Leonardo.

"It's not my fault, it's all Martin's doing," Leonardo didn't hesitate to betray his buddy, "It was his idea, he got the firecrackers from the props department, I just followed along and cheered."

Nicholson said, "I believe you." He had approached Leonardo precisely about Martin, "Leo, have you noticed that ever since filming started, that bastard Martin has stirred up a lot of trouble, from the yacht bachelor party to your breakup with Gisele, and now today, Meryl and I nearly cramped up getting stuck, it's all his meddling."

Leonardo pondered for a moment, "It's always him enjoying the show at our expense, us being the laughing stock."

Nicholson clenched his fist and pounded the table, "Let's find an opportunity and get him back, together!"