Yutus looked at everyone and sighed: "Really speaking, Bishop Frankenstein's funeral has just been held. I now say this is not suitable, but for the sake of the church, it must be said that it is not suitable. Of course, the greatest mission of the church is to guide the souls of the people, which is also its only mission. Bishop Frankenstein is a respectable person. But there is one thing I dare not share, that is, the church actually runs a newspaper called "Prince Christian Truth". Although it is not profitable, it can be regarded as the church intervening in social affairs. For me, such a thing cannot be allowed. So in order to purify the church, I decided to sell "Prince Christian Truth", just today, on this lawn. Let's hold an auction, and those who have high prices will get it."

While speaking, Yutus took a hammer from the little priest beside him. The auction officially began.

"This bishop is better than singing. If the church cannot interfere in social affairs, then this guy will not forget about auctioning it!" Todd Browning stood beside me and said.

"Yes, I see, the money you get from selling "Prime de Christian Truth" was probably swallowed by this guy himself." Robert Gene looked disdainful.

"Anyway, I think this bishop is not as kind as Frankenstein. Somehow, it feels comfortable to see it." Lemmer looked at me: "Andre, are you going to buy it?"

"Buy! Why not?! I'm tired of filming and want to change things to play with." I grinned.

"The newspaper is not something you want to play. At least you have to be rich." Chaplin said silly while listening to my words.

Gans smiled and said, "Although we are the youngest in the third grade, there is still a little money. Mr. Chaplin, have you brought the money?"

Chaplin was choked by Gans's words and blushed and lowered his head and said nothing.

"The minimum price of "Pravda" is 100, and the auction is now on!" Yutus shouted loudly.

Looking at the hammer in his hand, a sneer appeared on the corner of my mouth.

Will this "Pravda" be mine?

Everyone in the venue knew very well about Pravda, and they knew that its value was far more than one million. Apart from the resources, equipment, etc. of the newspaper, the title of Pravda alone was more than one million.

So when Yutus said this, everyone was in an uproar.

"220!" Sam was the first to raise his hand.

“240!”

“290!”

People keep asking for bid codes.

"Boss, let's bid quickly and don't let others take it away." Gans looked at me anxiously.

"What's the hurry? You haven't watched these guys quotations one by one? At this time, the quote will only be pushed down by others. That's not a waste of effort. Let's report it when they have enough trouble. Besides, this Yutus' coffee is really good." I sat on the chair and smiled while drinking the coffee.

When Gans heard what I said, he thought it made sense, so he didn't make a sound and started drinking coffee in small sips.

I looked at the side, except for Sam Warner, who were making a quotation, were all small guys, Robert Gene, Todd Browning, Tom Baldwin... They all shouted so hard that their faces were red and their necks were thick. Marskolov, Adolph Chuck, Aitken, Fox and others sat in their seats with a relaxed look on their faces and cigars.

"Did you see it? This occasion can best show the mind and scheming of the people." Bizer said to Gans with a smile.!" John Cohen's words made the lively scene silent.

The price of Sidney Alcott in front of him jumped so much at once, and the movie owners of those small companies all drooped their heads. "A duck-like cry came from beside me, and I knew who it was without looking at it.

This kid Chaplin really has to spend a lot of money, and he actually gave 460 in one breath.

"Boss, can we come out?" Gans pulled my clothes.

"Stay calm, don't worry." Bizer and I smiled at each other!" Bescy Lov, the owner of 20th Cinema, raised his hand, then looked at Chaplin and grinned, with a hint of contempt.

"500!" Adolf Chuk couldn't sit still and raised his hand.

Paramount Company was tragically damaged by the case of Sister Sando. They wanted to get such a public opinion machine to re-establish their image.

The scene was silent again, and many people began to whisper.

"500, is there anyone else bidding?" Seeing that the price was too high again and again, Yutus was overjoyed. He held the hammer and looked greedy. He looked like an archbishop.

"510!" Sam Warner glanced at Adolf Chuck, a little unwilling to accept it.

"520!" As a mutual aid film company

One of Aitken finally raised his hand.

By this time, it was basically the stage of closing down, and the current asset appraisal of Pravda is basically around $500. No matter how much it is, the bosses of each film company will give more according to their own financial ability.

"Mr. Aitken has bid 520, but no one has bid yet?!" Yutus's voice was trembling with excitement. I'm sure this guy didn't expect that Pravda would be so valuable.

"525!" Chaplin gritted his teeth and quoted again.

"Gans, it's time for us to bid." I nodded to Gans.

"Then how much do we pay?" Gans asked me with a smile.

"530." I took a sip of coffee.

"530!" Gans raised his hand. This kid participated in such an auction for the first time, and he turned 530 when he made a move, and his face turned red.

"Dreamworks offers 530, no one is more than this price?" Yutus smiled.

"540!" Someone raised the price again.

I turned around and saw Charles Rey, the owner of the First National Film Company. When I saw me looking at him, he shrugged at me. I understood what he meant: favors are favors, and business is business.

"545!" Chaplin stood up and waved his hand vigorously, showing a desperate posture of a house and a person.

"550!" Adolf Chuk once again covered the price of Chaplin's land. Chaplin looked at Adolf Chuk incomprehensible and raised his hand: "555!"

"Gans, let's bid again, 570." I poked Gans.

"Boss, if you pay too much, let's get 560 first. If no one follows up on this price, we will only have 100,000 US dollars left." This guy Gans is very careful in his calculations.

"There is not so much nonsense, you can just ask you to come out." I smiled.

"570!" Gans reluctantly stated the price.

The scene became quieter. It was completely quiet.

Many people looked at me. Most of them put down their arms and said they would not follow up anymore.

"570, gentlemen, DreamWorks bid 570, who else can follow up! "Pravda" is not an ordinary newspaper. Think about its reputation and its influence!" Yutus Clay kept inciting people to raise prices in front of him. He looked like a charlatan.

"575!" Chaplin's scream turned everyone's eyes to him.

It can be seen that this price is already the lowest price for Chaplin. After the price is paid, he stared at me, his eyes are red and gasping.

"Boss, are we going to bid? How much?" Gans turned his face and asked me in a trembling voice as he looked at Chaplin's look of beating.

"600." I raised my hand to Yutus.

Wow! Many people present exclaimed, 600, the price is far higher than the asset appraisal of Pravda.

Chaplin sat on the chair, hanging his head like a eggplant made from frost. Although he was not convinced, he had to accept the facts in front of him.

Adolf Chuck, Sam Warner, Charles Rey, Aitken, Bessie Lof, and others who originally wanted to bid also put down their arms.

"600, is there anyone willing to be a little higher!? Is there anyone??" Yuteus tried his best to stimulate everyone. But no one has made a bid.

"600 first time, 600 second time, 6 million third time! Deal!" Yutus raised the hammer in his hand and hit the table hard. Everyone applauded at me and came over to congratulate me.

"Andre, your DreamWorks are so rich that they can't compare to you." Besie Lof held my hand and shook his head.

"They are not only rich, but Andre made up his mind to take it down." Charles Rey shook his head helplessly.

"Andre, congratulations to you, congratulations to DreamWorks on the addition of a newspaper!" Adolf Chuck politely congratulated me.

These people were around me, and although they came to congratulate me, most of them had a hint of unwillingness and jealousy in their eyes.

I thanked one by one, then looked at Chaplin. The guy packed up his own things and walked to Yutus's ear and muttered quietly. Then the two of them looked at each other and smiled. Chaplin lowered his head and walked away in shame.

"Boss, this bitch has been chewing at Yutus again. There won't be any bad things, right?" Gans also saw Chaplin and Yutus muttering, and said to me with concern.

I nodded: "There is absolutely no good thing for these two guys to get together, no matter what, we have bought Pravda."

Then, under the witness of everyone, a young priest brought two contracts. Yuteus and I signed a contract for the transfer of the Christian Truth on behalf of DreamWorks and the Western Diocese, respectively. Then I wrote a check of 600 US dollars and gave it to Yuteus.

After the contract was signed, sparse applause rang out on the lawn.

"Congratulations to you, Mr. Corleon." Yutus shook hands and smiled while exchanging contracts with me.

"Thank you, Bishop." I squeezed out a smile.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you something, Mr. Corleon, once the Christian Truth is separated from the parish, it has no relationship with the parish. Do you know this?" Yutus Clay looked at me and said with a smile.

"Of course I know." The joke, is it yours to spend 600 yuan on this newspaper?

Yutus looked at me and said casually: "So, Mr. Corleon's "Christian Truth" no longer exists after signing the contract, and the name of this newspaper is no longer used by you DreamWorks."

"What?! Master Bishop, are you kidding?! Why didn't you say such a thing earlier?! Isn't this an obvious deception?!" Gans jumped up suddenly.

Not only him, but many people around him were stunned.

The big reason why everyone was so excited just now is that the famous name "Pravda" was willing to pay for it. This name alone is worth 100 because it is an intangible asset. But now Jutus Clay said that we cannot use the name "Pravda" name, isn't that obviously cheating us?

For a moment, many people around him showed a look of gratitude on their faces, and they were happy that they had not paid for it.

Looking at Yutus's smiling face, I suddenly understood what Chaplin had whispered to him just now. If I was not wrong, Chaplin must have given him this idea.

This bitch made me lose no less than 200 at once!

Gans was almost mad. If it weren't for the bishop of Yutus, he would have rushed up and beat him up. Bishop, this is not very reasonable. The reason why everyone is concerned about "Christianity"

It's for this name that has a good reputation among the people. You should make it clear when you shoot it." Todd Browning, who has a good relationship with me, shook his head and said to Yutus.

Lemmer couldn't hold it in anymore: "Sir Bishop, you're not considering this matter, and it doesn't comply with the rules of the auction. The auction should explain everything clearly before the auction is underway. It's not suitable for cleaning up if you do this."

Yutus shrugged: "I've told you a long time ago."

"Sir, when did you tell us?" Gans became even more angry when he heard this, and the veins on his forehead burst out.

Juteus smiled and said to me, "Mr. Corleon, did I give you before the auction? And you have told me why the diocese auctioned the Christian Truth?? I said, I said that the church is an institution serving the souls of the people and cannot interfere in the secular newspaper operation. Think about it, my meaning is already very clear, that is, the Christian Truth is not a newspaper in our diocese after the auction, and of course, the name "Christian Truth" cannot be used."
To be continued...