Sny looked at me respectfully and said, "Boss, what is the lack of advice in this movie?"

I smiled, and then said to Griffith and others: "Do you have anything to say?"

Griffith and others lowered their heads and thought for a while, and began to express their thoughts one after another.

"I think this cartoon is good, but the plot is still a bit flat and there is no too much twists and turns. If you want to attract the audience, it is best to put some effort into the plot." Griffith said incisively.

"Also, the shape of this cartoon is not exaggerated enough. It would be better if it could highlight a certain feature of the animated character." Dunar added.

Others also expressed their opinions, Disney kept keeping a notebook in mind from beginning to end.

I only said what I thought of after they had almost said it.

"Disney, you did a great job in this cartoon, but have you ever thought about making it an audio movie? Although there are very few lines here, if the whole movie adds some sound effects along with the progress of the story and the movements of the animated characters, the effect will definitely be better." I expressed my first opinion.

Disney nodded repeatedly and said to me: "Boss, if that's the case, this cartoon will be postponed again."

I spread my hands: "It's nothing, you just need to do it well, and don't think about other things."

"Okay, I will organize personnel to do relevant work immediately when I go back." Disney said solemnly.

"Second, Du Naal was right just now. The image of this rabbit Oshua is a bit ordinary and does not have much exaggeration. When viewers are watching movies, they can basically remember very little about the things in the movie after they leave the cinema. They will only remember a small part of the details in it, which requires you to work hard on the shape of the animation characters. In fact, this is not difficult. For example, you can exaggerate the two teeth of a rabbit and make some funny shots related to its teeth, so that the audience will unconsciously remember the image of this rabbit in their hearts when they laugh. Do you know it when doing animations, just like making movies. You cannot have the mentality of doing it. Your goal is to make your cartoon characters become eternal classics and become the favorites in the memories of children and even adults. Do you understand?"

My words made Disney nod frequently.

"Also, cartoons are not movies, but you also need to put a lot of effort into the script. Griffith said just now that the plot of your cartoon is a bit mediocre, and I think it's the case. Of course, if it's a short film of a few minutes, I think you can do this. But if an hour-long film has such problems in the plot, it's a bit unreasonable. Although we can't ask the cartoon story to be full of twists and turns like a movie, at least the ups and downs still need to be there, and those fairytale happy endings are needed. And when you make animations, you can absorb nutrition from some literary classics, Shakespeare's "Hamlet" and "Grimm's Fairy Tales" and so on. These stories are very familiar to everyone. If you can adapt the plot here into an animation, the audience will definitely welcome it." I took a puff of cigarettes and talked freely.

"In addition, you can also innovate in form. Cartoons are very different from movies. For example, you can use artificial coloring to create several color animations and try painting them on film. Although this form is time-consuming and laborious, I think it will definitely achieve good results."

My words made Disney light up his head like a timer.

"Actually, I have also thought about a lot of cartoon styles. Follow me to the office, I'll give it to you." I stood up and took Disney and his group back to the office.

As early as when I just acquired Disney's company and established the fourth factory, I took the time to draw some animation characters casually. Although my painting ability is not comparable to Disney, I have been influenced by those animation images since I was a child and can draw them in a very close way.

I took a stack of jams from the cabinet and handed them to Disney.

On those jams, there are Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse, Tom and Jerry, Snow White and Seven Dwarves and other famous animation characters in later generations.

Disney held the jam paper, his eyes wide open, swallowed hard, and his hands trembled constantly.

"Walter, I'm just drawing casually. You can refer to it. I also wrote the characters of these characters and the introduction of the stories that may happen to them. You can consider whether you can bring them to the screen in the future." I laughed.

These anime characters are known to everyone in later generations, but Disney and others have never seen them before, although many of the characters in them are made by him.

I wrote many notes under those characters, such as Donald Duck's personality in detail: he is a bad guy, a good guy, clumsy, clever, life is not satisfactory, but he always maintains an optimistic and upbeat attitude, likes to croak and yell, and walks unsteadily. His girlfriend is a female duck named Daisy. She is always full of energy. Sometimes she likes to joke with people, show off, and enjoys others. She always has many plans, but the return ends in failure.

this

Ming, it is located under almost every animation character.

"Old, boss, this is not a stack of drawings, it's simply a treasure house of cartoons! Boss, I can be sure that any character here can be named after the future generations!" Disney was so excited that he was holding the drawings around the room. His crazy look caused Griffith and others next to him to laugh.

"Boss, I like this mouse named Mickey so much! I like it so much! When I finish the movie at hand, I will make an animated movie with it as the protagonist! Boss, I admire you so much! Such an animated character is simply perfect art!" Disney said loudly with a piece of cardboard.

Looking at the classic Mickey look and listening to the admiration from Disney, I laughed in my heart. This character was originally a masterpiece of Disney, and the most common sentence Disney himself said was "It all comes from a mouse." Unexpectedly, his proud work has become a powerful weapon for me to establish a glorious image in his mind.

Haha, I snatched the hat of "Mickey Mouse Dad" from Disney and put it on my head. This pride and comfort cannot be expressed clearly in words. Moreover, it is not just the mouse, Donald Duck, Dumbo, Gao Fei Dog... This time I have a group of children.

"Okay, you're busy, Disney, these animation characters are my dream. I want you to bring all these characters to the screen. Do you have the confidence?" I walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and stared at his eyes.

"Yes! Boss, I will make these dreams of you come true! I want people in the United States to remember their childhoods and remember the days they accompanied these animation characters!" Disney's eyes shone with a blazing light, and his thin body trembled slightly.

This board meeting was not so much a meeting, but rather a group chat. Many things were arranged in the laughter of our group. After the meeting, everyone went back with their own tasks. Disney wrapped the drawings three layers outside and three layers in the tarpaulin and hugged them tightly. He wanted to help Factory No. 4 to continue to be busy with his cartoons. No, our DreamWorks cartoons. Barra and Hawthorne took a bus to downtown Los Angeles, from there they flew to San Francisco. The many complicated things of DreamWorks Electric and the arduous tasks I assigned them were still waiting for them.

Jassel ran for the theater and the release of the movie, while Gans focused all his energy on inciting the media in the United States to launch a debate on audio movies. As for Griffith and others, they continued to attend meetings with audiences and media held in various places, along with actors such as Garbo and Julie.

The originally lively company suddenly became empty, and the only person who was idle and was left to do nothing was left.

In fact, the period after the filming is my most leisurely time. The hard work has been recognized. There are no complicated filming trivial matters at hand, and the company is left to the management, so I am completely careless.

After staying in the company for a whole morning, I couldn't sit still in the office, so I walked down and called Holkina over.

"Boss, why, do you want to use a car?" Holkina asked.

I chuckled: "I'm so bored, go and take me to Jack's place for a walk. I haven't been there for so long and want to eat his chicken wings."

After hearing what I said, Holkina pursed her lips and smiled. I had never felt embarrassed in front of her, and she said anything. So for a long time, in the eyes of others, I am the boss of DreamWorks, with a high position and a high position and strict requirements on my subordinates, but in the eyes of Holkina, I was probably just a child of all ages.

The two of them sat in the car, started the car, and rushed all the way to downtown Los Angeles.

The weather in this season is already very hot. I am different from the bosses of other film companies. Those guys have to wear suits even in such hot weather. They often sweat so much that they are sweating profusely, but I am different. I don’t want to wear so much in such hot weather. So I wore a white shirt, rolled up my sleeves high, opened all the car windows, and whistled in the wind.

On both sides of the road are large trees with lush branches and leaves. The shade of the tree covers all the road surface. The sun's light leaks out from the gaps between the branches and leaves, mottled. There is a fresh smell of plants in the air, faint and refreshing.

There are unknown small flowers blooming everywhere in the bushes by the roadside, swaying the buds slightly in the breeze, like pearls scattered in the green grass, so dazzling and so beautiful.

Maybe it was because I had been living in the room for a long time or was too busy during this period, and now I relaxed and looked at the scenery outside the window, and I was in a surprisingly good mood.

"Boss, what kind of songs are you playing? Why is the tune so strange? I haven't heard it before." Holgina said to me while driving.

I'm playing Jay Chou's "Nocturne". If you have heard it, wouldn't it be more terrifying than a zombie?!

I smiled and said, "This tune is a folk song from our hometown in Poland. How about it? Do you like it?"

Holgina frowned: "Polish folk songs? No, boss, this shouldn't be like this.

Looking at Holkina's appearance that she didn't believe it at all, I couldn't help but slap my head hard.

Why am I so confused? He is a Ukrainian, and that place is away from Poland in the blink of an eye. Holgina is much more familiar with Poland than me. I say that, isn’t it a plea?

"You don't understand this, you can't understand it. Polish folk songs are divided into many places. The song I played is a very ancient folk song that most people don't know. Only people in the Corleone family know that you naturally haven't heard it." I said nonsense.

Then Holgina nodded suspiciously, and then asked: "I guess the person who created this folk song must be a very melancholy poet and a minstrel."

"Why?" I asked with a smile.

Good, I've heard of Jay Chou as a minstrel, this is the first time I've heard of it.

"Listen to the tune, I always feel a little sad. The person who created this folk song is of course the kind of person who is very melancholy. In Poland, Eastern Europe, and in very ancient times, there was no such person except the minstrel." Holgina said with a stern look.

"I didn't see that you are quite knowledgeable about music!" I praised.

Holkina raised her eyebrows proudly: "That's right, we Ukrainians are all good at singing and dancing, and are born dancers and singers! Boss, do you like music?"

"I'm fine. I like to listen to some symphony." I smiled.

What I said is true. I have loved listening to Handel and Bach since junior high school. I have been hearing that I have graduated from college, but I am an enthusiast of classical music.

"Do you listen to opera, Broadway?" Holkina said to me.

"I like opera very much. I haven't been to Broadway once, so I have no research." I'll tell the truth.

Since I got here, I haven't been to Broadway once. After all, Los Angeles and New York are too far away, and I'm busy with work.

"Holkina, do you like Broadway?" I smiled.

"I like it! I like it very much! But I just haven't had a chance!" Holgina shook her head and smacked her lips, with a look of regret on her face.

"Haha, don't worry, when I have the chance, I will take you to New York to listen to the authentic Broadway opera." I quickly comforted me.

"Boss, there has been a Broadway show in Los Angeles for a while, don't you know?" Holgina heard my promise and quickly turned her face and looked at me meaningfully.

"Concentrate on driving! If you turn around like this, you are not afraid of overturning!" I shouted loudly, and then Holkina quickly turned her face.

"I'll ask you, why did the Broadway show come to Los Angeles?" I didn't understand a little.

"How is it impossible? Since many people in the West cannot go to New York, wouldn't they just need to move the theater troupe here?" Holgina looked at me with an idiot expression.

I nodded repeatedly and stopped talking.

"Boss, don't you say you like listening to operas?" After a long time, Holkina said lightly.

As soon as she spoke, I knew what she wanted to do.

In love, this little girl had a bad idea and wanted me to take her to the opera.

In fact, even if she doesn't say it, I will. Since she became my bodyguard and driver, she has always been dedicated and has helped me a lot many times, and I have never expressed it to her, so this time it can be regarded as a reward for her.

"Yes, I like to listen to operas, what's wrong?" I deliberately pretended to be confused.

"Then, there will be a show tonight, or it's on Broadway. Don't you go and watch it?" Holkina licked her lips and said embarrassedly.

"Do you want to go and see it?" I laughed.

"I want to!" Holkina didn't care whether she was shy or not, and agreed with shame.

"Okay, let's go and listen to it tonight. Drive the car." I pointed to her steering wheel.

Holkina stepped on the accelerator excitedly, and the car shot out.

It was a drive of more than half an hour, and it took me ten minutes to arrive. When I got out of the car, I stood at the door of Jack's fast food restaurant, facing the glass on the window, and saw that it was covered with hair like a missile, and I couldn't recognize that it was me.

Holkina covered her mouth and laughed behind me, like a little rat stealing food in the middle of the night.

"Smile! Get me the comb quickly!" I glanced at Holkina fiercely.

Holkina shook her head: "No comb."

"No comb!? Impossible. You women come out without combs, just like we men don't bring cigarettes. Hurry up, there are many people in this place. If you meet a reporter taking a photo of my appearance and sending it to the newspaper, your boss's glorious image will be over!" I said anxiously.

Holkina spread her hands: "I don't bring a bag, and I usually just use a comb when I wake up in the morning. How can I have it now?"

I was so angry that she was so angry that there were people coming and going on the street. I couldn't poke it outside, so I had to hold my head in my hands and get into Jack's fast food restaurant.

But what I didn't expect was that this time of relaxation led to something big.
Chapter completed!