Perhaps because Astaire had just left, Porter's eyes were red. When he was carrying the office, he just lowered his head and didn't even say anything.

"Potter, you're leaving too?!" Gans asked loudly with a frown.

Porter looked up at Gans, then looked at me again, and whispered: "Boss, I want to go to Paris, and to go to the band there."

I walked up to him and sighed: "Potter, it was your freedom to leave or not. I have no right to ask about it, but I have to ask clearly about something."

Porter stared into my eyes and said in a deep voice: "Boss, ask."

I smiled and said, "Port, what are you going to the band in Paris for?"

"..." Potter was stunned by my question, and stood blankly where he was standing, not knowing how to answer for a while.

"Potter, you are different from Astaire. Astaire is still young and hasn't learned a lot. He went out to explore and learn. That's for the sake of knowledge and learning. You have basically completed this process. What you do next is how to use your talents and make your whole body capable of doing it. Yes, there are many world-class orchestras in Paris, but there are two things you must see. The first is that classical music that has dominated the music scene for one or two thousand years has gradually launched the central stage and has become the elite art of a few people, leaving the public.

Life is getting farther and farther away. Secondly, the orchestras in Paris are ranked according to their qualifications. People like you can only do chores there. If you want to do something big, it is absolutely impossible not to last for more than ten or twenty years. Of course, this is quite lucky. In Paris and Vienna, there are many people who are not satisfied with talent, but who have a good musical talent but can only stand on the corner of the street to play the piano and beg for the rest of their lives. Potter. It is simply impossible to show your talents there."

I looked at Porter as I said, and saw that there was indeed a trace of doubtful affection on his face.

For a musician, his lifelong pursuit is nothing more than his talent known to the world. Potter also knows what I said.

"Potter, I agree to let Astaire go because in my opinion, DreamWorks cannot provide him with a wide platform compared to Broadway, which is not good for Astaire's own development. But today, I will not agree to you to go, and will not watch a good musician drowned in the crowd of Paris for a lifetime. Potter, you are talented. This song that has "Hollywood Story" can prove that you have compiled has spread all over the world.

The streets and alleys of the United States are your roots, the destination of your life and career. You also know that DreamWorks just acquired Braiswick Records and reorganized it. Our goal is to take the original soundtrack of the movie "Hollywood Story" as an opportunity to develop Rolling Stone Records into the most famous record company in the United States and even the world. This will be a great platform, and I have left you a seat." I'm setting the railway while it's hot.

"Leave me a seat?! What seat? Why don't I know?" Porter looked at me in surprise.

I smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "I decided to appoint you as the music director of Rolling Stone Records."

"Music Director?!" Porter became obviously excited.

For a musician, he naturally understands what kind of position the music director is in a company and a troupe. It is a position above ten thousand people. He has the right to decide on all music works.

"Potter, as a music director, you can manage all the records, all the singers and all the specific things that Rolling Stone Company will produce in the future. This burden is very heavy, but I believe you can do it well. Also, don't think that pop music is a bad thing. In fact, as long as you work hard, you will get the final glory. Rolling Stone Records is still a medium-sized music company now, but it has a broad development prospect. It is also a great world for you. Being a music director in it will not be worse than being a pianist in an orchestra, right? Besides, if you are hard to give up your feelings for classical music, you can also organize the recording of classical records. In short, I trust you, and you can do it with your fists."

My words made Potter put down the salute in his hand.

After staying at DreamWorks for several months, he was extremely optimistic about the development prospects of DreamWorks. He also knew that Rolling Stone Records would definitely develop into a well-known American music company in the future. At that time, the position of music director, with less than ten thousand people, is self-evident compared to a pianist in the Paris Orchestra.

More importantly, Paris has a gathering of talents and it is difficult to leave a reputation there, but if you stay and stay at Rolling Stone Records, Porter will definitely leave his name in music history. Reputation, for a musician, is far more important than anything else.

So, after some comparison, Porter had no other choice.

"Boss, then I'll listen to you and stay."

"That's right! You shouldn't think about leaving at all! Come on, I'll move the gift back to you. I'll find someone to send you to Rolling Stone Records tomorrow. Now Laclau and the others are busy. If you go, you will have a helper." Gans was overjoyed, holding Potter's gift, hugging him and going downstairs.

Although Astaire's departure made me very sad, to a certain extent, I felt a little relieved about Potter's stay.

In the next few days, Hollywood was in turmoil. Rounds of movies were released one after another, and Christmas was approaching, so the atmosphere was extremely lively, and the successive heavy snowfalls made everyone feel relaxed.

During these days, I was still very busy, but I was mainly busy with two things. One was to guide Munau and others to edit "Sunrise", and the other was to talk about arms cooperation with people from the Ministry of Defense.

With Coolidge's personal inquiries, the cooperation was progressing smoothly. I took the relevant personnel from the Ministry of Defense to visit Northrop's arms company. They were very satisfied with the company's situation and successfully signed the cooperation contract.

"Andre, they will send relevant experts here in a few days. When their experts arrive, you can produce Thompson A2 submachine guns in large quantities." After the contract was signed, a cocktail party was held in Northrop. At the cocktail party, Coolidge was with me with a glass of wine.

Whispering.

"That's good, but it would be great if the technology these experts brought not only the Thompson A2 gun," I grinned.

Coolidge gave me a blank look and said with a smile: "You guy is too greedy! There are countless arms companies in China that are eager to see! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gotten it. You should be content."

I smirked: "Yes, yes, yes, I will never forget Mr. President's great kindness, but I am a businessman, so I naturally want to do better and better."

Coolidge is no longer surprised by my face. He turned his head and looked around and looked at the no one, lying next to my ear and whispered: "You guy is stupid! Although those experts only bring drawings of Thompson's A2 submachine gun, their heads are filled with countless inventions and tricks, so that they can dig out the things in their heads? At that time, let the technicians in your arms company improve it slightly. Apply for a patent, that's your company's, how great! As for how you settle those experts, I don't need to say anything? Anyway, Hollywood wants money and beauties."

Looking at Coolidge with teeth in front of me, I was stunned.

"Calvin, you are not only holding the weakness of prostitution in my hands. Now there is another one called "Selling State Secrets". Hehe, if the federal government dares to ask me in the future, I will expose these two, and I will take you back to jail." Coolidge and I stood arm and threatened.

Coolidge exclaimed that he was deceived: "You guy is so heartless! So is me, this is just shooting yourself in the foot!"

I picked up the wine glass in my hand and touched the cup in Coolidge's hand, and smiled and said, "Don't put gild on my face here. Others don't know who you are, I don't know yet?"

Coolidge's eyes turned pale: "You know there's a useless thing! Andre, the civil rights movement has now subsided. The work of the Civil Rights Bureau has also been on track. As for the movie, I've watched it, and I should go back to Washington tomorrow."

"No way! I'll go back tomorrow?" I've gotten used to being with Coolidge during this period. When he said he wanted to go back, I couldn't react.

"Why, now you know mine?" Coolidge glanced at me and said happily.

"Can't you stay in Los Angeles for a few more days? Look here, there are more things you want than your White House." I smacked my lips.

Coolidge's head shook like a rattle: "I've been out for a long time. If I don't go back to Congress, I will have opinions. Do you think I don't want to stay?! Tell you, Andre. In the eyes of ordinary people, the US president is definitely the best person in the world, but they don't know my hardship. Many times, I really want to change with you, or even be a small boss of a film company in Hollywood, shoot movies, attend cocktail parties, and see beautiful women. Life is the life that men should live. But for me, it's just an out of reach. The time I've been in Los Angeles is the happiest time in the past 20 years. I have to thank you, thank you for letting me taste the long-lost smile."

Coolidge's words were light, but full of sadness.

In the eyes of others, he is the president of the United States who is high and higher, but for me, I would rather regard him as a friend of mine. Perhaps it is because of this that Coolidge is so close to me, or perhaps it is because of this that I know him better than anyone else.

Everyone has their own misfortune. Looking at Coolidge with a heavy expression, it was like seeing a bird that had just flew out of the cage and sang in the sky and spread its wings and chirping in the sky, I couldn't help but feel a little sympathy in my heart.

"You are so sad too, you're so sad! Women! Just like this! Let's do it, to thank you for everything you did to me and to say goodbye to you. How about taking you to the Imperial Hotel tonight?" I patted Coolidge's shoulder and whispered.

"Really?!" Coolidge's melancholy expression just now swept away, and he was so excited that he even trembled his voice.

"Of course! How about calling the four beauties from that day?"

"Okay! Okay!" Coolidge screamed and slapped in everyone's surprise eyes.

On that night, in order to practice Coolidge, the Los Angeles Municipal Government held a grand reception, with Hollywood celebrities, government officials, celebrities and guests gathering. But from the beginning to the end, people did not see the protagonist Coolidge. Only his assistant finally came out to tell the people attending the banquet that the president was feeling unwell and rested.

At the same time, in a private room at the Imperial Hotel, Coolidge and I were in a carnival program.

Coolidge was wearing a bunny girl's bright red clothes and hugging the four beauties standing in the middle of the box, singing "Love is Poison" like a broken gong, dancing the tap dance, so happy that she was almost exhausted.

Beauty, delicacies, and good wine. For men, what else can be better than these three things?

It was midnight when Coolidge lay on the sofa next to me panting and drinking.

"It's great! It's so good to have a bitch!" Coolidge squeezed my eyes while urging the four women standing on the table in front of him.

Looking at the loose bunny outfit on his body, the messy lipstick marks on his face and the messy hair like a chicken coop, I couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Andre. I'm leaving tomorrow, and I don't know when we will meet again." Coolidge took a big sip of wine, burped, and patted my hand.

"You bastard said this sentence eight hundred times in one night! You came here just to have fun, why do you say these disappointing words?" I cursed and opened another bottle of wine.

Coolidge laughed and nodded, "Well said, well said!"

Then, he suddenly smiled and whispered: "Andre, I have something I have to tell you."

"You said, as long as I don't want to touch my woman, I can agree." I pinched a grape and threw it into my mouth.

"Who touches your woman! I mean, Wall Street has plans to attack Hollywood, and your DreamWorks are the first to be the brunt of it." Coolidge's face became much more serious.

Although I had known what he said, I was still very moved.

"You said it was Rockefeller Consortium, we've already gotten into the game." I smiled.

Coolidge nodded and said to me with a drunkenness: "Andre, Rockfield

It was just the vanguard. The other consortiums had already sharpened their knives. After half a month, the regiment greeted the Congress and expressed this meaning."

"No! A Rockefeller consortium is enough for us to deal with, and they will have no way to live together." After hearing Coolidge's words, my heart blew up.

Coolidge smiled: "You don't have to worry about this. At present, these large consortiums have had a huge difference. Congress also believes that Hollywood is just on the right track and is at a rapid development. It is not very agreeing to let them intervene too early, so there is no situation in which the Wall Street consortium collectively counterattacks in a short period of time. However, the Rockefeller consortium must go on, and only they want to go on. Your goal is to defeat this counterattack. As long as the Rockefeller consortium fails, other consortiums will be discouraged, and Congress will be easy to talk to. I will support you at that time."

"Aren't you presidents all spokespersons of large consortiums? How could you be so kind?" I asked back.

Coolidge gave me a blank look: "Big, the influx of Wall Street consortiums will have a largely adverse impact on Hollywood, at least interfering with its progress. From a young age, I also want to see more good movies instead of bad movies just to make money. Andre, defeating the Rockefeller consortium is my greatest hope for you! Do you know how to deal with them?"

"How to deal with it?" I was in a state of mind.

Coolidge smiled: "The Rockefeller Consortium is a big tree in the sky. There is only one way to deal with it, that is, cut off its roots one by one, and then saw them down hard on the main trunk. Do you understand?"

"Bitches are raised, are you big guys always talking like this?! Tell me clearly!"

"Your mouth is stinky than my socks! I mean, you first eliminate the minions of the Rockefeller Consortium, and then look for the right time to attack the Rockefeller Consortium's fatal weakness!"

"You said this and didn't say it. How do I know where the fatal weakness of the Rockefeller Consortium is?!"

"I know!"

"You know what to do with, but I don't know! Tell me quickly! Where is it!"

"They're stocks!"

Well, drinking flower wine has made me dig a huge gain!

"What does it mean?" I quickly pulled Coolidge.

Coolidge smiled and said, "Want to know? OK, promise me a condition."

"If you have any farts, please let it go!"

"Call a few more beauties!"

"The president of the United States is raised by bitch!"

...

Another group of beauties was called, and then Coolidge hugged my shoulders and told me a big secret.

"The Rockefeller Consortium is rich and powerful. It is impossible to defeat it in one go. Even if it is afraid of repelling their attack on Hollywood this time, it is not easy. If you want to succeed, in addition to cutting off his minions, you must also choose a cut and choose their fatal weakness. This consortium has various business companies such as automobiles, oil, and arms. It is like a hedgehog that shrinks into a ball. If you want to start from these aspects, the final result will be that you will be done by yourself. The only way to know is to send it over and stab it hard through its soft abdomen, so that this giant will peel off even if it dies. At least they will give up their extreme behavior towards Hollywood." Coolidge lay on the thigh of a beautiful woman and said to me with a smile.
To be continued...