Ladies and gentlemen, I also know Bishop Frankenstein, because of the precepts. Everyone knows that after the movie was released, Bishop Frankenstein was the one with the most fierce opposition. He even called on all believers to rise up and boycott my first movie." I smiled, and the air in the church suddenly tightened.

Everyone in the church knew the festival between Frankenstein and I. After the premiere of "Lust and Caution", Frankenstein did not give me any good comments and instead led the fight with me. Although we were "reconciled" later, everyone still remembered this matter very clearly in Hollywood.

"Although it was later proved that this was a misunderstanding, we can see how devoted Bishop Frankenstein was for the people! We later became good friends. Bishop Frankenstein's personal charm deeply impressed me. His life was a life of devoted to the West, Los Angeles and Hollywood, and a life of the highest holy. He gave us his love, his care, and he led us to heaven! His death was a huge loss for all of us Westerners!" No matter how Frankenstein treated me, this guy was dead after all. I don't need to say anything bad about the dead people, and I don't have to put down the wrong things.

Most of the people in the church were nodded by me, and many people shed tears.

"Biography of Frankenstein is gone, but he has left without any pain. We hope that Bishop Yutus Clay can also contribute more to the Westerners like Bishop Frankenstein. Otherwise, I don't think Bishop Frankenstein will feel at ease in heaven." My last sentence was completely for Jutus Clay, and warned him not to oppose the Westerners, otherwise he would definitely die miserably.

Sure enough, Yutus Clay looked very badly under the eyes of everyone, and whispered: "Mr. Corleon is right. I will remember his words. In the future, I will definitely serve and contribute more to the people of the West."

I shook hands with Yutus Clay, walked off the altar, and returned to my seat and smiled: "Boss, you said this well, let me mention that guy. Let him see clearly that this is Los Angeles, not their Italy."

Then a Frankenstein's will was read out with an old priest who had been following Frankenstein. The will was not long, only a dozen, but the last one made my ears stand up because it had something to do with me.

"The director I admire most is Mr. Andre Corleon. Although I had some misunderstandings with him before, those misunderstandings were purely because I didn't know much about his movies at that time. Mr. Andre Corleon is currently the best film master in Hollywood. I hope he can use the camera in his hand to sing for God and praise the glory of the Lord. This is my wish."

After the old priest finished reading, everyone in the church looked at me again.

This Frankenstein, no matter how hard he dies, he will cause trouble for me.

I had to stand up and praised Frankenstein again, and then promised everyone in the church that if I had the chance, I would make a movie that sings for God to satisfy Frankenstein's wish and was appreciated by everyone.

The following ceremony was completely a matter of their religious circles, and I couldn't understand it. Anyway, Frankenstein was finally carried to the basement and buried. This Taiwanese opera with me and finally fell into the fat man in my hand. From this time on, he will always sleep in a low position.

After the funeral, everyone stood up and walked out of the church. I also followed the crowd. As soon as I reached the middle of the church, a very young priest stopped me: "Mr. Corleon, the Bishop is invited."

"What's the matter with the bishop looking for me?" I smiled.

What is the medicine for selling land in this Yutus Cree alcohol gourd? We have never dealt with each other. What is the matter with him?

"Mr. Corleon, I don't know this. The Bishop asked you to come over and said he had something to talk to you." The little priest was very good at talking and led me to the back of the church in front.

Following the little priest, I kept wondering in my heart. My intuition told me that Yutus Clay is not the kind of person who is kind to me. I could feel from his eyes at the funeral just now that this guy had a lot of opinions about me. Although I don’t know when I provoked him, I’m sure there is nothing good about this guy calling me.

Although I don’t know what happened, I still have to follow this little priest.

The layout behind the church was very twists and turns. I followed the little priest and walked forward with my head down. The light inside was very dim, even during the day, it seemed like it was at night.

There is a hall in front of St. Peter's Basilica, and there are many rooms behind me that I can't tell you what to do. The little priest walked in front of him in a twists and turns, stopped in front of a door and signaled me to go in.

I opened the door, but there was a long corridor inside. On both sides of the corridor were gardens, and there were flowers that I couldn't name.

There are many statues erected in the garden, all of which are religious tasks, Jesus, Virgin Mary, St. Peter, etc., all of which are carved in white marble and placed among the flowers, which looks very beautiful.

At the end of the corridor is a row of bronze statues. Although they are half-body, the casting level is very high. The expressions and expressions of the characters are lifelike. They are statues of previous bishops of the Western Diocese. They are wiped cleanly and look very imposing from a distance.

"I didn't expect these guys to really enjoy it. I thought they would huddle in the church like turtles and read the Bible or pray. I didn't expect that there would be such a arrangement after this. It was so enjoyable. Boss, I want to be a priest now." Gans laughed.

"You are a priest?! That is definitely a great shame for the Western Diocese. If you don't say anything else, you will never touch a woman in this place for your whole life. What can you do?" I don't understand Gans' temper.

Gans glared: "Even Frankenstein can seduce a little widow, why can't I tease the little girl!?"

His words immediately left me speechless.

"Boss, what's the matter with you?" Gans asked in a low voice.

I shrugged and said, "If you ask me who I ask, don't you know if you're in a while?"

After passing the corridor, there was a small lawn in front of it, with a table placed on it. Apart from Yutus Clay, there were several people sitting. Apart from religious personnel I didn't know, the remaining two were Bizer and the other was Chaplin.

It can be seen that Chaplin and Yutus Clay had a very happy conversation. The two were chatting and laughing. Chaplin also stood up and bowed his head and poured coffee for Yutus Clay.

"Boss, how could Chaplin's bastard appear here?!" Gans was stunned when he saw Chaplin.

I grinned and said, "I don't know either, but it's not impossible to think about it. Chaplin is an Englishman, what about that Yutus Clay?

It's half a British man, and two guys can still spark a spark together

Looking at Chaplin with a flattering smile and looking at the smug Jutus Clay, my heart suddenly sank.

"Mr. Corleon, please sit down." Seeing me coming, Yutus Clay stood up without any swelling or fire to give up his seat to me.

"Why is Mr. Corleon's complexion not very good today? The new film was very hard-working, right?" Chaplin pretended to pour me coffee, and there were a few more thorns in his words.

"I'm very tired after filming a new movie recently. How did Mr. Chaplin's "Black Pirate" film do?" I asked back.

When talking about "Black Pirate", Chaplin's face suddenly had a beautiful spring scenery, and his complacent expression was simply a beating.

"Mr. Corleon, your new movie is going to be released on Christmas time, right?" Chaplin did not answer me directly, but asked me with a fake shot.

I sat down and took a sip of coffee. The coffee was good, but it was a bit bitter.

"Yes, it's the Christmas season soon, of course I want to share a box office cake." I looked at Bizer next to me, and the guy couldn't help laughing at me.

Chaplin smiled and said, "That Mr. Corleon has to pay attention."

"Mr. Chaplin, why should our boss pay attention?!" Gans clenched his fists in anger.

Chaplin was not worried that Gans would beat him on the spot on the spot on this occasion. He shook his head and said, "Because it is probably not easy to eat a little cake during this Christmas period. Not to mention anything else, so many good movies appear at the same time, each director is under great pressure. Now when you eat your qualifications from time to time, the audience can only recognize the movies but not the people."

Chaplin's words are nothing more than telling me that his "Black Pirate" is not a vegetarian, and mocking me for being a prestige in the minds of the audience.

"Mr. Chaplin is right. This year's Christmas season is full of heroes. MGM alone made a three-step movie in one go. Sissy Dimil, Strauheng, and Fred Neporo are famous for their three-pack of DimgM cars. If you want to share a piece of cake, it's not easy. You have to show your real skills. You can definitely not rely on speculation and earn your money."

I cleverly returned the punch that Chaplin hit to him. Chaplin was speechless when I spoke. He had to sit in his seat and snorted coldly.

"Mr. Corleon, Mr. Chaplin, you are all great directors. Let's put the matters in this movie aside for the time being. I have another thing to say." Yutus saw Chaplin and I one of the needles and one of the wheat horns, and quickly smoothed out the situation.

"Sir, if you have something to say," I smiled.

Chaplin also nodded repeatedly: "Sir, your business is important, your business is important, you say."

Yutus smiled, pointed to the coffee cup in front of us and said, "You drink coffee first, I asked someone to bring this coffee from Italy. It's very good. Let's wait a little longer and talk about it when someone comes."

I didn't know what this guy Yutus was selling, so I was too lazy to guess, so I lowered my head and started drinking coffee.

As he drank, Bizer next to me winked at me and turned his eyes to a small room next to the garden.

I turned my head and looked at it. It was the toilet and immediately understood what he meant.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I'll go to the bathroom." I stood up and smiled at Yutus.

Yutus nodded quickly: "Go in now."

I swayed into the bathroom and stood beside the mirror and waited. Sure enough, the guy Bizer walked in with a straitor in less than a minute.

"Bizel, what's going on? What's going on in Uteus to invite me over? And why are you here?" I asked in a row.

Bizer shrewd and whispered: "Didn't I come in and tell you? Let me tell you that Yutus came to you this time for our Pravda."

"Christian Pravda?! This is a matter between you, why are you doing to me?" I was stunned.

"Pravda" is a newspaper funded by the Western Diocese. When Frankenstein was there, he attached great importance to this newspaper. Moreover, this newspaper had a very high reputation in the West and had a very good reputation. What did Yutus want to do with this newspaper not long after he came.

Bizer sighed: "You don't know that this guy, Yutus, is different from Frankenstein. Frankenstein is a moderate. He likes and attaches great importance to "Pravda" very much, so he devotes 10% of the annual income of the parish to the development of "Pravda". However, Yutus is a conservative. He believes that the church should be like a church, and should be responsible for the souls of the people, and should not interfere in some mundane things, and should not run some things such as newspapers. So this time he wants to sell "Pravda"."

"No way?!" Bizer almost made me lie down.

Is Jutus so funny?! "Pravda" is not just a newspaper in the west. It is a well-known public opinion brand. Although it can't make much money, it has a high status in the minds of the people. As soon as Yutus took office, he will sell this newspaper. It's not funny or something. If Frankenstein knows underground, then don't crawl out of the basement and fight to the death.

"Is this guy stupid? Does he know how influential the newspaper of Pravda Christian Truth?!" I felt that it was not worth it for Yutus.

Bizer smiled: "How could a man who is so smart doesn't know that he has his reason to do so."

"Then what reason does he have? You should tell me." I wondered.

Bizer shook his head: "This bishop is highly excluded by the Holy See, so he needs money to do what he wants. As for what he wants, I don't need to say more. Although "Prince Christian Truth" has a great reputation and influence, it not only doesn't make much money a year, but it also allows the church to pay a lot of money. When Frankenstein was alive, he was not afraid of spending money, but this new bishop is definitely a rooster, and that money is useful, so naturally he has to sell "Prince Christian Truth". Besides, you can get a lot of money in this way."

"Isn't this killing a chicken to get eggs?!" I sighed.

Bizer was helpless: "Yes, he couldn't care about this Yutus. Unfortunately, the famous brand of Pravda Christian Truth is about to be taken off."

"Why did Yutus come to me?" I asked.

Bizer looked at me and waved his hand: "Not only did he come to you, he also invited the bosses of other film companies to hold an auction in this small garden."

"It's so funny. If you want to find a special auction house and then find all the rich people in Los Angeles, that's not better." I said sarcastically.

Bizer was amused by me: "This matter is not very glorious. We are afraid of influence. Let me tell you, "Prince Christian Truth" is not a simple newspaper. Are you planning to buy it?"

"Then will you go with Pravda? No matter who bought it?" I asked back.

Bizer shook his head: "No matter who buys it, I have to wash my hands. I am completely discouraged by Hollywood, newspapers and movies. I ask you to buy it, but I can't bear to see such an excellent newspaper as Pravda in the hands of those guys who only have money. If that is the case, our hard work for so many years will be in vain."

I laughed: "Since you are gone, what's the use of buying that broken newspaper?! I won't buy it!"

After hearing my words, Bizer immediately jumped up: "No, how can you not buy it!? You must buy it! If you don't buy "Prince Christian Truth" it's over!"

"It's over when you're done! Unless you promise me a condition." I took the opportunity to add weight.

At this time, Bizer understood that I was deliberately trying to give him conditions: "Okay, tell me."

"It's okay to ask me to buy Pravda, but you have to continue to be your editor-in-chief, how about it?" I whispered.

Bizer thought for a long time and gritted his teeth: "Okay! I promise you! You guy, you are so cunning, no wonder David was so mean by you."

Hahaha. Looking at Bizer's helpless expression, I walked out of the toilet with a laugh.

When I came to the lawn, I saw the owners of the film company gathered together and laughed loudly, including Marskolov, Adolf Chuck, Fox, Sam Warner, Lemmer, Aitken, Todd Browning, John Cohen... I almost all counted.

"Everyone, now that everyone is here, I will tell you why I summon everyone here." Yutus said loudly.

Everyone stopped talking and laughing and faced Yutus one after another.
To be continued...