With the blockbuster success of Get Out, Scarlett Johansson's popularity surged on the wave as well.

But performing too well wasn't without its side effects.

Because her role as the white girlfriend in the film was so infuriatingly hateful, it earned Scarlett a horde of black haters who would idly bash her online and launch personal attacks—completely ignoring that this evil character was a script creation, not her real self!

Unlike Daniel Kaluuya, who received nothing but praise.

"Don't pay attention to that stuff. When you achieve some success, it always draws in jealous haters. After all, mediocrity doesn't inspire envy!" After hearing Scarlett's rant, Martin comforted her like this.

Then he turned to Drew and Liu Yifei: "Come on, don't chat at the door; let's head inside."

The group made their way to the banquet hall on the hotel's first floor, where the celebration party for Get Out was being held.

The doorman helped push open the grand doors of the banquet hall, and melodious orchestral music drifted out. Martin and the girls entered, and the suited men and glamorous women inside greeted them one by one.

Martin's gaze swept across the room and landed on Chris Pratt and Daniel Kaluuya, the two guys sitting in a corner, each tackling a lobster. He couldn't help but chuckle—were there really people chowing down like that in a place like this?

"Ladies, feel free to mingle; I'm going over there to sit for a bit." Martin pointed toward Chris Pratt and Daniel Kaluuya's spot.

He asked Liu Yifei: "Do you want to come with me?"

"No need." Drew jumped in first. "I'll take Feifei to meet some people."

Liu Yifei also wanted to integrate quickly into Martin's harem circle and nodded: "I'll go with Drew."

"Alright, then I'll head over."

As he spoke, Martin nodded to Anya and walked toward Chris Pratt and Daniel Kaluuya.

Drew grabbed Anya with one hand and Liu Yifei with the other, looking at Scarlett: "And you? Coming with us or..."

"No need; I'm going to find Sofia." Scarlett said with a smile.

....

"No, I think spicy lobster is way tastier."

"No, no, no—you're wrong; sweet and sour lobster is the absolute best."

Chris Pratt and Daniel Kaluuya were arguing over a silly issue.

Then Chris Pratt had a sudden brainstorm and asked: "Hey, Daniel, suppose someone eats a spoonful each of the world's known spiciest, bitterest, sweetest, saltiest, and sourest things—which one would give him the highest chance of survival?" [TL/N: I think saltiest?]

Daniel Kaluuya was stumped; what the hell kind of question was this?

Then the two heard Martin's voice.

"The world's spiciest thing is 'resiniferatoxin,' with a Scoville rating of about 16 billion; eat a spoonful, and you're definitely dead."

"The bitterest is 'denatonium benzoate'—non-toxic, but after eating it, you'll lose all taste senses except bitterness. Basically, living hell."

"The sweetest is 'thaumatin,' which is 600,000 times sweeter than sucrose. But beyond a certain sweetness level, it turns off-flavor, and its intensity exceeds the human body's limit; eat it, and your taste buds are toast."

"The saltiest is just 'salt'; a spoonful would make you really uncomfortable, but that's about it—give it time, and you'll be fine."

"The sourest is 'fluoroantimonic acid,' a million times more acidic than concentrated sulfuric acid; eat a spoonful, and it'll straight-up dissolve a hole in your body—certain death." Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel·fire·net

"Hello, Martin."

"Long time no see, Martin."

Chris Pratt and Daniel Kaluuya stood up to greet Martin.

Martin smiled and sat down, casually picking up a piece of lobster tail meat that Daniel had just selected and tossing it into his mouth.

Then he shook his head, dissatisfied: "That's why I don't like cold dishes; I always think most foods lose their appeal once they cool down. Hmm, that's also why I don't like Nordic cuisine."

Then he looked at the two and teased: "So, you two big stars—how does it feel to be chased and adored by countless fans?"

Chris Pratt said with a flattering grin: "Speaking of which, if it weren't for the opportunities you gave us, Martin, how could we have become stars? Even as big shots now, we're still your little bros."

Then his tone shifted, and he smiled: "But that feeling of being wrapped in the spotlight is pretty damn great—like you're the center of the universe. I love it. Ever since Guardians of the Galaxy, my agent's been flooded with audition invites—either leads or major supports. No more scrapping for extra roles. Thanks, Martin!"

Daniel Kaluuya chimed in right away: "Honestly, that sensation of sparking cheers wherever you go and being worshipped is incredible, but I'm a little scared."

"Scared of what?" Martin asked, surprised....

"Scared that when I wake up, I'll realize this was all just a dream!" Daniel Kaluuya said.

Chris Pratt punched him in the chest.

"Ow, what the hell?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Duh."

"See? Not a dream."

"You bastard, I'm gonna kill you."

Martin really enjoyed chatting with these two goofballs; it let him unwind.

After chatting for a while, Leonardo came over too. "Martin, you heard? Old Jack's retiring."

"Really? Doesn't surprise me one bit—the guy's over 70, after all." Martin casually took the champagne Leonardo offered.

"I'm thinking, should we throw the old timer a retirement bash? Get a bunch of models to squeeze him dry."

"Great idea; count me in."

"By the way, who's that Asian girl?"

Martin followed the direction of Leonardo's finger; Liu Yifei was being led by Drew, chatting in a circle with big directors like Spielberg and James Cameron.

"Her name's Liu Yifei; you can call her Kristen. ChingChong-American, my new girlfriend."

Leonardo sighed enviously; lately, Blake had him locked down tight, no chance for a side fling.

On the side, Chris Pratt stroked his chin in thought. Hmm, the actress playing Nebula, Karen Gillan, seems really keen to meet Martin. Should I find a chance to hook them up? If this girl manages to climb into Martin's bed, then I'd kinda be his matchmaker...

Leonardo brought up his new film with Martin: "Hey, man, how's shooting on Suicide Squad going? Honestly, I still don't get why you'd adapt such obscure characters. Why not do The Flash or Wonder Woman?"

"Turning nobodies into stars is what proves my talent, right? Oh, and I heard you and Margot Robbie are totally done?"

"Yeah, we're over. Why, you interested in her too? Heh heh, go for it—I don't mind."

"Not at all. What I'm saying is, you broke it off too soon. Wait till Suicide Squad hits theaters, and you might regret it."

"Really? Nah, I don't buy it." Leonardo figured himself a veteran with women; no way he'd graze on old pasture.