"Mr. Corleon! Thank you so much!" Flahadi turned around and saw that it was me, and strode forward and grabbed my hand.

"Nothing, it should be. I like your movies very much, and of course I don't want to see such a masterpiece ruined." I smiled.

Flahadi sighed and said to me as if he had met a soulmate, "Mr. Corleon, you have not yet praised this movie except you!"

"How could this be?! Didn't you shoot this movie for Paramount? Adolf is good?!" I said in surprise.

Flahadi shook his head vigorously: "How could a small movie like this have the chance to put it in Chuk, who is busy with a lot of money? It was just a small producer who made me shoot. After it was made, he was very dissatisfied with the movie, and said bad things about it, and said that if the movie was deleted, they would throw it directly into the trash can, and I, no matter what the result of the movie, would have to be covered and left."

Flahadi got down in pain and looked at the road below her feet.

His words did not surprise me much.

If you can make money, you are God. If you can't make money, you leave. This is the Paramount style.

"Mr. Flahadi, I must tell you that your films are masterpieces and works of art! History will remember them! So please don't be discouraged!" I looked at Flahadi and said loudly.

Flahadi shook his body, raised his head to look at me, tears flashing in his eyes.

These tears are because of the tears of gratitude after being understood.

"Mr. Corleon, I will remember your words!" Flahadi said in a trembling voice.

"I'll take you back, Mr. Flahadi, if you don't mind." I pointed to my car.

Flahadi came by taxi and saw that I was fistful and nodded happily.

I asked Holkina to drive the car over and then got into it with Flahadi.

"Boss. Go back to the company?" Holkina asked curiously at Flahadi.

"Go to Paramount." I whined.

"Go to Paramount?! Boss. Why are you doing there?! Don't we have a bad relationship with Paramount?!" Holkina turned her head and looked at me and said.

I smiled and said, "If you ask you to go, go, are you the boss or me?"

Holkina shook her head helplessly: "You are! Are you not okay?"

When Flahadi saw a little driver who could joke with me like this, his eyes were full of curiosity. Perhaps in his eyes, the boss of the film company always looked arrogant and arrogant, at least he had never seen someone as easy-going as me.

"Mr. Flahadi, what are the plans for this movie?" I asked with a smile.

"Plan?! No, Mr. Corleon, I have no plans yet. After finishing this movie, I lost my job. I may go back to my hometown or find something to do in New York." When talking about my future life, Flahad was dejected. I have seen this expression many times, Stendburg, Griffith, Stiller, Dunar, etc., when their dreams of film were about to be shattered.

This expression is the one I most reluctant to see. As a filmmaker, a person who loves movies deeply, I can best understand this feeling, this heart-wrenching pain!

So, I wouldn't let such an expression appear in front of me.

"Mr. Flahady, have you not signed with Paramount?" I asked.

Flahadi smiled bitterly: "How could he sign me? I'm just a little person without fame. Do some work for them when filming "Moana"?"

"That's great!" I clapped my hands hard and said happily.

"That's great?!" Flahadi was feeling uncomfortable. Seeing that I clapped my hands and looked like this, I was very puzzled.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, haha." Looking at Flahadi's ugly face, I knew he had understood what I meant wrong.

"Mr. Flahady, if you don't dislike it, would you like to sign a contract with our DreamWorks? I admire your talent very much and like your movies very much! Of course, our DreamWorks has a small foundation and is incomparable to Paramount. Moreover, the treatment and salary we give you may not be as high as they give you, but if you want, we welcome you to be one of us at any time." I smiled and stretched out my hand to Flahady.

Flahadi was stunned. He looked at me, so dull that he couldn't speak, and two lines of tears rolled down from his eyes.

"Mr. Corleon, are you saying true?!" he asked loudly.

"Of course it's true! Why did I lie to you?" I nodded and smiled.

"I, I do it! Of course I do it!" Flahadi held my hand tightly again.

"Don't you think our company is small?" I asked.

"How could it be?! Now in Hollywood, who doesn't want to join DreamWorks?! DreamWorks is comparable to MGM and Paramount in the minds of filmmakers, and is even more respected than them. Mr. Corleon, don't worry, I will definitely work hard! Make money for DreamWorks!" Flahady choked up.

I shook my head: "No, no, no, I won't make any money on you. If you can make better money, you won't make money, but you have to promise me that I have to make a good movie!"

Flahadi looked at me and nodded heavily.
Chapter completed!