After hearing Gans' words, Denberg nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, Si is right. This Frankenstein was in trouble with us from the beginning. If we hadn't been holding his little braids with the widow in our hands, he wouldn't know what else he could do to us. This time, if we die, we would be much more purified."

Griffith shook his head, he disagreed with the two of them: "What you both said is completely unreasonable."

"David, what do you mean? Do you want that old guy to live? Every time I see him, I have the urge to rush over and beat him up." Gans rolled up his sleeves and expressed his anger.

Griffith looked at me and found my smile on his face, and he smiled: "You two don't move. Even if that Frankenstein can't get along with us, he has to obey us because we hold his handle, which is a good thing for us. But this time, he will die differently. According to the distribution of their Holy See, a new bishop will definitely be sent this time. If this new bishop is an old antique or is very disgusted with our DreamWorks, we have to go against our DreamWorks, and we don't have his handle. What should we do then? Also, even if he doesn't go against our DreamWorks, it's impossible to listen to us like Frankenstein did."

I looked at the thoughtful Stenberg and Gans, and smiled and patted the two of them on the shoulders. I whispered: "You two guys, now you know you are tender."

"Then boss, can we just send someone to catch the braid of the new landlord like before?" Stenberg had a deep understanding of this. After saying this, he smiled and was very proud.

"Get out, do you think everyone is like you, and you can get a lot of braids with one grab?! Originally, there were very few handles for these religious people. Last time, Bishop Frankenstein's handle was obtained by Jack. This time we didn't even know the name of the new bishop. Where can we find someone's handle? You, please pray that the new bishop is like some people, so that we don't need too much effort to find his braids." I said as I glanced at Stenborough. Stenborough stood by and smiled with his teeth shamelessly.

"Boss, what should I do?" Gans was more anxious than Stenberg.

I shrugged and said, "What else can I do? Let's find out the situation first. Let me ask you, Bishop Frankenstein's funeral will be held in the afternoon. Will the new Bishop come forward?"

Gans shook his head blankly: "The people in the Holy See didn't say anything, they just said that they would invite you to the funeral. Boss, will you go in the afternoon?"

"Of course I have to go, it's all right. How come Frankenstein is also a bishop and is deeply loved by the believers of the West. I have to go even if I do it." I took off my vest. I walked to the room and changed my suit, then turned my head and asked Gans: "When will the funeral be held?"

"Three points." Gans replied simply.

I nodded. You can't say that the Holy See is also very fast. The people who died in the morning were buried in the afternoon.

"Boss, you go to attend the funeral, will we still shoot the scene this afternoon?" Stenberg asked me with a frown.

"You and Griffith stay and continue shooting. Anyway, they are all fragmentary shots. I have explained the things to pay attention to. If you pay a little attention, there should be no major problems. Gans, please accompany me in the afternoon." I reminded Griffith and Stenborg for a while. Then I took Gans out of the factory shed.

"Boss, the funeral is only held at 3:00 p.m. Is it too early for us to go now?" Gans followed me and said, smacking his lips.

"It's not too early, we get it from three o'clock at 2 o'clock. Besides, I'm not just going to the funeral place." I smiled.

"Boss, where else do you want to go?" Gans asked curiously.

I waved to Holkina and asked her to drive, and then said to Gans: "This time the change of bishop will have a significant impact on the West to Los Angeles and Hollywood, so we must take it seriously. The bishop's power is still very powerful these days. I plan to go to Grant to figure things out first, so I have a clear mind, and then go to attend the funeral."

"It's still the boss who is thoughtful." Gans murmured behind me.

"Go and get some food in the cafeteria. I'm still hungry." I shook my head and said to Gans.

"Stop taking it, there is it in the car." Holgina walked over and looked at us with helpless look.

"Holkina, you are almost becoming a Virgin Mary. How do you know we are hungry?" I opened the car door and saw some cakes and bread on the back seat of the car, and a bag of roasted foie gras!

Holgina got into the car and turned around and smiled at me: "I just saw Mr. Gans rushing in and guessed that you might have something important to you. You definitely didn't have lunch at this time, so I put the things in the car in advance."

"Boss, this woman feels sorry for you, moved, moved." Gans whispered to me, then ate foie gras in small mouthfuls.

"Mr. Gans, you can leave some foie gras for the boss, there is not much." Holgina whispered as she looked at Gans's voracious look.

Gans was stunned for a moment, then glanced at me meaningfully, and said to Holgina flatteringly: "Don't worry, I will leave some for your boss. Look at you, don't you just eat a few pieces of foie gras? If the boss eats it, you will never be so anxious!"

"Eat your foie gras! Even things can't block your mouth! Holkina, don't mess with him, drive your car." I kicked Gans secretly and told Holkina to drive.

Holgina was already blushing when Gans said it. When she saw me staring at her, she was even more panicked. She started the car and rushed out. Gans staggered from behind and all of her foie gras stuck in her face, and her face was stuck.

"Holkina, I can't eat your foie gras anymore. Look at you, just eat a few pieces of foie gras, and you drive the car like this, okay, you can see clearly, I'll give your foie gras to your boss." Gans complained, and quickly took out the handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his face, and handed it to me.

I laughed and picked up the foie gras and wanted to eat it. Holkina saw me through the rearview mirror and immediately whispered: "Don't eat it."

Is it?" I said strangely.

"The foie gras just now stuck on his face and couldn't be eaten." Holgina glanced at me.

"Then I'm hungry, and I want to eat foie gras now." I smiled.

While driving, Holkina reached out to the passenger seat next to her, took out a bag from her bag and handed it to me.

I received it in my hand and it was a very beautiful oil paper bag. The foie gras inside was still steaming when it was opened.

"Food gras?! And you can tell at a glance that it was baked by Mr. Rock himself! Holgina, why do you still have it?!" Gans's eyes straightened when he looked at the oil paper bag.

"Mr. Gans, this is what I prepared for the boss. He always goes out in the middle of the night. Sometimes he can't eat enough at the cocktail party. This bag of foie gras is for him to eat at night. You just made the bag of foie gras so that you couldn't eat it, and the boss would have nothing to eat at night." Holkina stared at Gans through the rearview mirror while driving.

Gans understood and said dejectedly: "I know, you master and servant are in love with each other. I am unlucky to follow you. OK, I don't eat your boss' foie gras, can't I eat bread?!"

Gans took the bread over and tore a large piece into his mouth, but he was choked and coughed.

Holkina and I laughed.

Holding the bag of foie gras, the bag of oily foie gras, looking at the front and staring at me from the rearview mirror while driving. My mood was like the weather outside, with a clear sky.

When I arrived at the Hollywood City Government, I had almost eaten a bag of foie gras. After coming out of the car, Gans and I were about to walk in, but Holkina stopped me.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Don't go in, you two are here to have a breath of wind, and you're not afraid of others' jokes." Holkina said softly while knocking out the debris on my body.

"Holkina is still thoughtful, so let's blow here for a while." Gans stood in the air and shook his clothes vigorously.

The two of them blew the wind at the gate of the city government, which made my mouth crooked and my eyes slanted before I swayed in.

"Boss, your bodyguard and driver is really not simple." Gans turned to look at Holkina, who was waiting outside, said to me sarcastically.

"That's right, the car is driving well. Fighting three or five men cannot get close to her, so of course it's not easy." I said with pride.

Gans shook his head repeatedly: "I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about the relationship between you two is not simple. Boss, don't hide it between us brothers. Tell me, what is the relationship with this Holkina? I have to remind you that Holkina has good kung fu, and you will suffer after getting married."

"Gogun! What's going on with this? We have nothing to do with it. Look at your gossip!" I kicked over and Gans easily avoided it.

"Boss, don't pretend. You two said you were stuck together all day long. Holgina looked at you, so don't pretend!" Gans smirked and penetrated into the city government's door.

Before we could go upstairs, we saw Grant and Hayes walking down in black suits.

"Andre?! Why did you come to the city government? Do you know that Bishop Frankenstein has passed away?" Hayes said in a hoarse voice.

As a devout Puritan, Hays was very respectful to Frankenstein and had always had a good relationship with Frankenstein, so Frankenstein's death had a great blow to him.

"The Holy See informed me in the morning and I'll go with you." I replied.

When a group of people came out, I drove Gans to the front passenger seat and let Grant get into my car.

"Grant, Frankenstein died too suddenly. Isn't he in good health?" I asked impatiently as soon as the car drove.

Grant smiled and said, "Don't usually see this old guy in good health, but he has always had a heart disease. And after having a leg with the widow in the past few years, his health is even worse than before. His body is completely hollow wood. During this period, when the Codex Executive Bureau reviewed the film, I found that his health was not very ideal."

Grant and I are in pairs of pants, so we can say whatever we have.

"Do you know who this new master is?" I asked staring straight into Grant's face.

Grant smiled: "You're asking the right person. I just heard that this is the case. Britain and the United States almost had a quarrel a while ago. Later, the British took the initiative to bow their heads and admit the wrong thing, so our federal government naturally had to act friendly to others. So this time the bishop of the diocese in the west was the Holy See who was transferred from England. The name seemed to be Yutus Clay."

"British guy?! Let a British guy run to our west to be the bishop?! Who will listen to him?!" Gans was so happy when he heard it in front.

Grant looked solemn: "Andre, I heard that this Yutus Clay is not a person who is easy to mess with."

"Oh, tell me about this guy's situation." I immediately became interested.

Grant said slowly: "This Yutus Clay grew up in England. His father was originally a pastor, and the relationship between bishops in England was very good. Later, his father stopped being a pastor and gave birth to an Italian girl. Jutus Clay was sent to the bishop at the age of eight to study and became one of the bishops' favorite students. He was loved by the bishop and often gave advice to the bishops."

"No way, a child has such great ability?" Gans said in surprise.

Gran nodded: "Jutus Clay has been extremely smart since childhood. The reason why he was loved by the bishop is not only related to his own intelligence, but also his life experience, because the English bishop is an Italian."

"No wonder his father could marry an Italian girl. It wasn't this bishop who introduced him to him?" Gans asked.

"Why do you say so much?! You can't close your mouth for a while!" I was so annoyed by this guy and said angrily.

Gans quickly shrank his body back.

Grant continued with a smile: "Gens is right. Yuteus Clay's mother was introduced to his father by the bishop, but many people say that the Italian girl was pregnant when she married Clay's father."

"No way!? That bishop is too lewd

Gans' mouth was wider than a basin, and I was also a little surprised.

"This is a legend. No one knows whether it is true or not, but it should not be wrong. Otherwise, a British child would not be named Yuteus. This is obviously the name of an Italian." Grant smacked his lips.

"Yes, it must be that the bishop was afraid that people would find out that their reputation would be ruined after he had sex with an Italian girl, but he couldn't bear to leave the woman's flesh and blood, so he came up with this way to cover up his ears. Alas, that Clay's father was really pitiful, and he was so cuckolded like this! It's so pitiful." Gans was whispering in front, and I wanted to tear his mouth.

"What happened later?" I asked Grant.

Grant took a deep breath: "It was very simple later. The English bishop was transferred back to the Roman Catholic Church, and Juteus followed him and grew up with the bishop. Later, the bishop was smooth sailing in the Vatican, and from bishop to archbishop, then cardinal, and later became Pope Benedict XV."

"No, it's the previous pope!" Gans and I almost fell.

"Boss, this Yutus is not an easy person to deal with. In addition, his father is a British man. We offended Britain in a movie last time. It seems that he will definitely trip us up! It's over!" Gans thrust in front.

"Andre, I heard that Yutus is extremely pious to God. He is deeply loved by believers. He is not completely different from Frankenstein. He has no handle at all. Moreover, I heard that he has always regarded himself as an Englishman and an Italian, so he must have a lot of opinions about you. It is better to prepare early." Grant reminded me.

"Boss, why don't that guy Frankenstein dies and never chooses a good time, he will die sooner or later. He will have to die at this threshold now. Okay, the federal government will bring us an Englishman as a big-tail wolf, which will make us suffer!" Gans cried and dejected.

When I saw him like that, I became angry and shouted, "Look at you like that! What's wrong with the bishop? What's wrong with the English and Italians? When I came to the United States and Los Angeles, I could strip away all his hair even if I was a lion! And I think this Yutus Clay is now at the end of his journey and is not afraid of it."

"Boss, I know you hate Italians the most, but this is not a time to act voluntarily. How do you know that they are at the end of their journey? I think they are majestic this time." Gans pouted.

I smiled and said, "Think about it. If Yutus was doing well in the Holy See, why would the Holy See send him out? The position of the Bishop in the Western Region looks good in the United States, but it is no less than exile for those inside the Holy See. Besides, Yutus has a complicated relationship with the previous pope, and the current pope must be dissatisfied with him, so he took this opportunity to travel across the ocean to the United States. So, I guess this Yutus is also a guy with a savage but not afraid. Of course, we have to pay attention to him strategically."

"Andre makes sense. The current pope is also Italian, and I heard that he is a Milanese, and the relationship with the previous pope is very bad. If the father-son relationship between Yutus and the previous pope is true, then the current pope will definitely transfer his dissatisfaction with Yutus to Yutus. It seems that this guy is indeed excluded from here." Grant agrees with my analysis very much.

Gans also became motivated: "If the boss's analysis is correct, then we don't have to worry too much. Since that Yutus was squeezed out with his tail, the position of the bishop is his last straw. If he can't get along with us and his own position will not be a good thing for him, so this guy may be very polite to us."

"You said this human word in a long time. I tell you that all these are just our guesses, and no one can guarantee that the guy will add to us the anger he received from the Pope. So, we have to wait and see whether this new bishop is good or bad." I looked at the rows of trees outside the window and sighed heavily.
To be continued...