"Andre, how is your movie going?" Grant was unwilling to talk about this topic again, so he asked about my movie.

I shook my head: "At the beginning of filming, there was a little problem with the new actors, and all kinds of unlucky things came out one after another. I watched this movie take longer than any of the previous ones."

Grant grinned and said, "It's not that there's something wrong with this movie, but that your previous movies were all too smooth. Haha, it's okay, it's just like this, it's stumbled on the movie, and there's not so much smooth sailing. By the way, I heard that the Black Pirates that Chaplin and Parker tinkered with were filming very smoothly, and United States has already made a statement to be released on Christmas time. I feel it's aimed at you. Chaplin needs a beautiful turnaround now. Andre, you must not take it lightly. If you lose to his movie this time, the British will make a comeback."

Gans laughed in front of him: "Mr. Grant, you're so funny. How could that British man turn over again now by us? Besides, his color film is just two-color film, not a real color film. This thing has been available a long time ago and the audience doesn't like it anymore. He can't make much noise."

Grant didn't listen to Gans much, but looked at me straight, wanting to hear my opinion.

I smiled brightly: "Gens said something makes sense, but don't worry, Grant, I will still pay attention to Chaplin."

Glenta nodded: "I know you are doing things steadily. By the way, how are you working with Color Technology now?"

I shrugged: "What else can I do? Now I have brought together a group of backbone personnel from the fifth factory, and then brought together the color technology company's people who are studying the three-color film technology. Once these people are merged, they are doing research in full swing."

Grant smiled and pointed at me and said, "Andre, why didn't you do this? You spent so much effort on this three-color film? Are you planning to get another patent like you did with the audio film patent?"

I smiled badly: "Patent this

Of course, the more you get better.”

After hearing what I said, Grant laughed: "But Andre, you have to pay attention. After all, you have not acquired the Color Technology Company yet. I still know a little about the person Gosta Wilner. You are very smart. If you get the technicians of the two companies together, you have to pay attention to confidentiality work. Don't end the group of technicians of the Color Technology Company steal the research results for your own reasons, and then you will be in trouble."

I laughed: "To be honest, Grant, at first I thought it was really the same as you, but later, I wasn't worried."

"Why?" Grant asked curiously.

"Because our boss made a trick, all the technicians from the color technology company were betrayed." Gans laughed.

When I merged the technicians of the two companies, I thought of the problem Grant mentioned. Then I asked Gans to deal with the technicians of the color technology company one by one, promising each person to give them a house worth $150,000, and let them be spies placed inside the color technology company. DreamWorks will pay them a salary every month, which is twice as much as they are in the color technology company. With such a big sweetness in front, those guys naturally turned against each other. In addition, I asked Jack to send someone to stare at the every move of these people to ensure that they are foolproof.

So, although the problem that Grant is worried about makes sense, it will never appear.

Seeing that I had noticed this problem and had taken precautions, Grant felt relieved.

A few people were talking and laughing, and the car slowly drove into Los Angeles City.

Frankenstein's funeral will definitely be held at St. Peter's Basilica in the bishop, and then the body is placed in the basement of the church. This is the traditional rule of the funeral of bishops in the West, so I asked Holkina to drive the car directly to the door of the cathedral.

When he arrived two blocks away from the church, the car could not drive. There were people everywhere, and cars were everywhere. Ninety percent of these people were believers in the West. Although Frankenstein had some problems in his personal life, only a few people knew that these believers were not clear about it. Besides, Frankenstein had problems in his personal life, he was very good at other aspects, enthusiastic and loving to believers. He could also be fair and honest in handling matters in the parish, so believers in the West still loved him very much.

This time, Frankenstein's death not only suffered a significant loss to the religious movement in the Western Diocese, but also had a certain impact on the Hollywood film industry, because Bishop Frankenstein himself is not only an important member of the Code Executive Board, but also a heavyweight member of the Harvey Awards Selection Committee, which influences a large number of people, so it also has an irreplaceable impact on the development of Hollywood. Although he had some miscontradictory conflicts with me, since his braid fell into my hands, Frankenstein himself was still obedient to me, and others were not bad at all. So I was a little disgusted with his death.

The area within two blocks around it became a sea of ​​sadness, and the believers were all sad. I looked at the flags they cast, and many of them came from other places.

"I didn't expect Frankenstein to be deeply loved by believers." Gans said meaningfully.

Grant and I burst into laughter from behind.

There were priests and relevant religious personnel outside the block to maintain order, and the Los Angeles Police Department also sent many police officers to help manage the situation. We parked our cars in the roadside parking lot and walked towards St. Peter's Basilica.

I walked through the crowded crowds along the way and arrived at the square of St. Peter's Basilica, because there were regulations there. Only invited people could enter, so a few of us took a breath.

"Why did you two come so late? The funeral is about to begin." As soon as Grant and I stood firm, Malskolov came over, wearing a black suit, followed by Meyer.

I shook my head helplessly and pointed to the crowd who were stopped outside the square: "I was still making movies in the morning, and there were too many people when I came here, so I came late."

Grant didn't answer, just smiled.

"Andre, when will your movie be released?" Marskolov hugged my shoulder and walked into the church.

"My movie has just started filming now, how do I know when it will be released?!" I glanced at Marskolov.

This old guy must have some fun.

Marskolov smiled and said, "Andre, I just want to ask about the approximate time. We at MGM also plan to make a movie, but we don't want to collide with you again."

"What movie is your company going to make?" I asked.

Marskolov smiled modestly and said, "Our movies are incomparable to your movies. Last time, Washington invested 800 and made 2 million, which is too little, so I want to make more movies this time."

"Don't be greedy. 2 million is enough. Look at some people, they haven't even recovered their investment costs. What movie are you going to make?" I asked.

Marskolov smiled and said, "Sissidimil's "Volgaardman", Strauhen's "Master Key" and Fred Neporo's "***."

Grant heard this next to me and immediately stuck out his tongue.

This time, Marskolov must be proud during the Christmas season. Sissy, Strauheng and Neporo are now three sets of MGM. Dimil's "Volgaard" and Stenborough's "Master Key" have achieved considerable box office results in history. Neporo's "***" is even more popular because of Garbo's main role. Although I don't know who the heroine is now, the power of this movie cannot be underestimated.

"Andre, I heard that your company has let go of filming, too?" Mayer looked at me proudly and smiled.

I spread my hands: "There's no way. If you don't let go of filming, these guys will rebel. I'm going to shoot in two batches. Now the first batch of filming is being filmed, Stile and Munau each one."

"I'm not interested in their movies, I just want to know when your movie will be released." Marskolov asked in detail.

“It must be before Christmas!

I'm not sure, you know that making movies is the fastest change. I Skolov smiled, then raised his foot and walked towards the church.

St. Peter's Basilica is the largest church in Los Angeles. It is also famous throughout the west, and can accommodate more than a thousand people. As soon as you step into the gate, the sad atmosphere inside is overwhelmed. Most of the more than a thousand people are religious people. Hollywood filmmakers are arranged in the front row, and the front row are government officials and well-known people.

When I passed by the aisle, people kept greeting me, and naturally there were acquaintances among them.

I, Grant, and Malskolov were all arranged in the second row. The seats in this row were all acquaintances, Adolf Chuck, Warner Bros., Aitken, Lemmer, Fox, John Cohen, Chaplin, Van Punk, Robert Gene, etc., almost all the owners of the film company. In the back row were the well-known directors and actors, John Ford, King Victor, Howard Hawks, William Wheeler and others, and later they were representatives of some social organizations.

"There are so many people coming today." I sat down and breathed a sigh of relief.

"No matter what, Frankenstein is also the bishop of the Western Diocese, and his death can be regarded as a major event in the Western Conference." Marskolov said tepidly.

I looked up and looked ahead. In front of the huge altar, a simple but luxurious wooden coffin was placed horizontally. Frankstein lay in the coffin. From my place I saw his high and bulging belly.

"Will the new bishop show up?" I asked.

Marskolov shook his head and nodded again: "I don't understand why the Holy See is so fast this time. Frankenstein passed away in the early morning. I heard that the new bishop will arrive in the afternoon."

"This is not surprising. The new bishop has been in Canada for half a year. He was originally managing the diocese there. He received a call from the Holy See and flew directly from Canada." Hayes added.

At this moment, everyone nodded.

At three o'clock, with the ringing of a bell, the church suddenly became quiet.

Many children wearing holy robes walked out of the small doors on both sides, and more than a dozen priests also came out, and finally a middle-aged man dressed up.

This person is not tall, at most 1.75 meters tall, thin and slightly dark. You can tell at a glance that it is because of the sunlight all day long. He has a hooked nose and blue eyes, which are typical of Italians.

"Is this guy that Yutus Clay?" I pointed at the man and asked Grant.

Gran nodded: "It's him, you can tell at a glance that he is not a person who is easy to mess with."

Yutus Clay walked out of the door behind and raised his chin. He seemed to have not seen more than a thousand people in the hall. His arrogant expression not only made me extremely disgusted, but also Marskolov and others next to him frowned.

"Grant, you're wrong. This guy knew at a glance that he was the one who deserves a beating." Gans clenched his fists.

Yutus Clay walked to Frankenstein's wooden coffin and looked at Frankenstein who was lying inside. Then he began to preside over the funeral ceremony.

This descendant of England and Italians talked endlessly in a strange tone. There was no passion, no syllables, and even the body was not moving when talking, which made people feel extremely depressed.

"Why is this guy like a wooden man? It seems that others owe him a lot of money. I haven't seen him laugh for a long time, which is far worse than Frankenstein." Marskolov's whispered in a low voice and won the approval of most people.

After about ten minutes of Yutus Clay speaking, a priest respectfully handed him a note, and he took it over and looked at it. Then he finally looked at the more than a thousand people in the hall.

"Andre Corleon! Is Mr. Andre Corleon coming?" His voice was sharp and cold. Everyone huated and looked at me.

I also felt quite strange. Why did I call my name in public at Frankenstein's funeral? Besides, I have never had any dealings with Yutus.

"I am here, I don't know what the Bishop has to ask me?" I stood up and asked.

Yutus Clay glanced at me and said coldly: "You are Andre Corleon?"

I was helpless. It was like this in front of everyone, so who could impersonate the name?

"Sir Bishop, if you don't believe it, you can confirm it with more than a thousand people present." I shrugged.

Although it was the funeral of Frankenstein, there were still many people in the hall laughing.

Yutus Clay's face became even more gloomy. He stood in front of the altar and put his hands behind him and said proudly: "I will give you the words of Bishop Frankenstein."

I was stunned. The words at the funeral were to choose someone who was very familiar with the deceased to recall the lives of some deceased and evaluate their lives. Often, such tasks were all on the people closest to the deceased. Although Frankenstein and I knew each other, it was far from being intimate when it came to intimacy.

But since Yutus Clay said, I had to walk through the crowd and walk up to the front.

Since I had not prepared before and of course there were no manuscripts, I could only talk about it casually.

Seeing that I had no manuscript in my hand, Yutus Clay sneered.

I stood next to the altar, next to me was Yutus Clay with a gloomy face, behind me was Frankenstein who had already died, and in front of me were over a thousand people attending the funeral. This word is really hard to say, after all, I don’t know Frankenstein thoroughly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think it is difficult for me to evaluate Bishop Frankenstein's life, because, first, although Mr. Frankenstein and I are good friends, I am not very clear about many of his things; second, Bishop Frankenstein's life contribution to the Western Diocese, I think I can't summarize it in a few words."
Chapter completed!