Oh, there is something that only I can do?! Tell me and laughed.

I squeaked my nose and said, "Second brother, someone stole the Harvey Prize trophy."

"Stolen the trophy of the Harvey Prize!? No way!" The second brother was stunned when he heard this: "What's the point of stealing, but he actually steals the trophy. This thief has some meaning."

"Second brother!" I couldn't help laughing at my second brother, and I immediately started shouting.

The second brother realized that I was asking him for help and said, "Andre, you guys, you're okay. This kind of thing is not done by our Burbank Party. I told them to try not to make any filmmakers, and I also specifically advised them that people like Grant and Hayes are not allowed to move, so they will not steal the Harvey Prize trophy."

Listening to my second brother's quarrel, my head was getting big, so I hurriedly stopped and said, "Second brother, who said I doubt you, I don't have it?"

The second brother smacked his lips and said, "Then you said that only I can do this, what does it mean?"

I smirked, "Second brother, you have so many minions in your hands. It shouldn't be difficult to sprinkle them out and dig out the person who steals the Harvey Prize and Trophy, right? Second brother, tomorrow is your brother's glorious day. If the award ceremony is ruined because of this bitch, my parents will be sad."

"Stop! Stop! Don't mention the boss's mother. I'll do this for you. Don't worry. I will definitely find those trophys for you before noon tomorrow. This time, even if the whole Los Angeles alum is shook upside down, I will get this bitch raised." The second brother gritted his teeth viciously. Looking at him like this, I felt completely relieved.

"Second brother, I recently found that you have a much closer relationship with your parents than before." After chatting about the main thing, I started teasing my second brother.

The second brother gave me a blank look and whispered: "Actually, I'm very annoyed to the old man's nagging, but if your second sister-in-law hadn't been pregnant, my dad and mom wouldn't be so polite to me. We three brothers, now you are their hearts, and I'm just temporarily gaining the upper hand."

"My second sister-in-law is pregnant!? It's true or false!" I said with wide eyes.

The second brother said with a grace: "It's been several months, and in another four or five months, you will have a nephew. Andre, I will leave this kid to you in the future."

I happily said, "Okay. I promise to train this kid to become a top Hollywood movie star."

The second brother said warmly: "It's good to be a movie star. I don't want him to fight and kill like me all day long. Andre, you are not young anymore, so get married quickly. It's okay not to get married. Create your children first, otherwise, who will you give to such a big family business?"

My head immediately became big: "Second brother, I'm still young, don't worry. If you're fine, I'll send you back, my sister-in-law will be waiting for you."

If I keep him for a while, I won’t think about being purified.

The next day, it was a sunny day. Los Angeles fell for several days and snow. On this day, the weather finally cleared up. It was very cold and the air was dry and cold. As soon as the breeze blew, my face hurt slightly. I got up at around seven o'clock. One of the biggest reasons why I got up so early was that today was too special for me. I wanted to leave a name on the Avenue of Stars and think about the Harvey Awards ceremony in the evening, and I was completely sleepy. After going downstairs and arrived in the cafeteria, I found that there were already many people sitting in it, Stendburg, Stiller, Gans, Fatty, Yassel... There were as many as 10 or 20. It turned out that these guys could not hold back than me.

After breakfast, I found something to do and passed it for a while. At about nine o'clock, the group drove towards Hollywood First Street in a car.

Hollywood's First Street, no, is now renamed the Avenue of Stars. As the longest and most prosperous street in Hollywood, it has been completely swallowed up by the crowds. The streets are surrounded by crowds, and the parking lots on the side of the road are also full of parking. From the end of the street to the street, I saw many people looking for their own star on the ground with their heads down, and those female stars dressed in short groups were all frozen with blue heads and purple faces.

"How come there are so many people?" I looked out the window and muttered quietly.

"There were 500 people who got the stars, and today major media reported that the reputation ceremony was held on the Avenue of Stars today. Almost all people in Los Angeles squeezed over. How could there be not many people?" Gans looked out the window excitedly, looking at those who were looking for their stars, with longing on their faces.

As soon as our convoy drove to the end, I let all of these guys go out and asked them to find their own stars. Everyone scattered their birds and beasts.

Among all, Griffith star was closest to me, so we got out of the car and walked towards the street step by step.

The more I walked forward, the more people there were. The people watching, the reporters, stars, directors, and film producers, all their faces made me dizzy.

Along the way, there were naturally many people saying hello to me. From the beginning of the car, I followed a group of reporters behind me and kept taking photos of me. These guys were not stingy with the film in their hands at all.

On the way, many movie fans rushed to me to ask for autographs, and I was satisfied one by one. As a result, I delayed the progress greatly. As a result, I walked to the street from the end and drew for 40 minutes.

The streets of Hollywood Avenue of Fame are a crossroads, and the situation here is more lively than in other places.

The road was full of people, traffic was completely interrupted, and even the balcony of nearby buildings was full of people. Many people leaned out of the windows and watched with telescopes.

Around the intersection, there were policemen who maintained order. At the beginning of the Avenue of Stars, next to the bronze statue created by the people for me, a huge platform was set up, and the layout was very luxurious. Grant, Pang Mao and others were all on it, while Marskolov, Adolf Chuk and others gathered in the audience and chatted and laughed quietly.

Seeing me walking over, Marskolov greeted me with a smile.

"Andre, you're a little late. We all thought you weren't here." Marskolov patted my shoulder and laughed.

I shook my head helplessly and said, "There are too many people along the way, and I finally squeezed over. I'm really sorry."

"Andre. Come on. Your stars are here." Adolf Chuk stood under the bronze statue and called me over.

I naturally saw what other people’s stars look like along the way, but I really felt a little different when I saw my own stars.

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The statue of our land has been set at this intersection. This tall bronze sculpture is used as the starting point of Hollywood's First Street. Now, the star of the sky number one is located below the statue.

I saw the stars of other people in the earth, which are about one meter in diameter. The edges of the round ground are watered with copper water. The golden light is shining, and in the middle is a huge star that is also watered with copper water. Next to the star is a camera outline, and below is the name of the man with this star. Below is a blank space. After a person prints his handprints and footprints on it, he will immediately protect and fix it forever.

But my star is different from the stars in other people. It is twice as big as others. There are stars and cameras inside. Under the camera, others are all places where names are written. But there is a line of words in my land: "The father of Hollywood, the conscience of American society and the public. Andre Corleon."

I don't know who instructed me to do this. In my opinion, this is simply too loving to me.

"Andre, look, your boy has much bigger stars than ours." Marskolov pointed at the star, his tone was very complicated.

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"Father of Hollywood, this title is really big." An old man in a black coat following Marskolov looked down at the words on the stars. He smiled, as if he had some opinions about the title people gave me.

The old man had white hair and beard, not very tall, and was even a little hunched, thin, and his eyes were turbid, but he always flashed a cold light. He stood in the crowd, and seemed to have no interest in the conversations of the people next to him. He didn't talk to anyone, but just did his own things. This old man immediately aroused my interest.

"Grant, who is that person?" I pointed at him and asked Grant.

Grant smiled and pointed at the old man's side, Chuck and Marskolov, who were next to him, and said, "Who else can you say that can make these two guys uncomfortable?"

"You mean that the old man is Thomas Edison?!" I said in surprise.

Gran nodded: "Who else can he be if he is not? This old man has been recuperating in a private hospital in North Los Angeles for a while. I invited him here early in the morning. At first, he was unhappy and said that Hollywood was not his place. Later, he heard that he had a star, so he barely came over. He had a bad temper and hard temper."

"Mr. Edison, do you think Mr. Corleon is not qualified to obtain this title?" Marskolov, who was standing in front of Edison, had no good face to Edison. Hearing Edison say this, he immediately turned his face and shouted loudly.

"Old Ma has indeed suffered from Edison, but there is no need to shout like this senior in front of so many people, right?" I felt that Marskolov's behavior was a bit too much.

Grant laughed and said, "You are wrong about Marskolov. Edison has deaf ears. If you don't shout, he can't hear it."

"Edison is a deaf person?" I only heard that Beethoven, a music master, was a deaf person, but I never heard that the founder was also a deaf person.

Grant shrugged, "This old man is very young and just deaf."

"Scar, I don't mean this. I'm just interested in this title." Edison didn't even look at Marskolov at all, and his attitude was extremely easy-going.

"Scar? Why did Marskolov call him Scar?" I asked Grant with a smile.

Grant couldn't help laughing: "This is the nickname Edison gave to Marskolov, and no one has called it for many years."

Marskolov was obviously very dissatisfied with Edison calling him scar, and snorted and turned around and walked away.

"Mr. Edison, I am very happy to see you." I walked up to Edison and extended my hand to him with great respect.

Edison held my hand, looked me up and down, then looked at the bronze statue beside him, and this time he recognized me. He smiled and said, "Mr. Corleon, young and promising. Thank you for letting Grant invite me. There are not many people who can remember me now. There are even fewer young people like you."

"That is the right place. With your contribution to American movies, you should get a star. In fact, this number is the first-place star. You are more suitable." I pointed to the star and smiled.

Edison shook his head: "Mr. Corleon, you are too polite. In fact, in my opinion, no one in Hollywood is more qualified than you. I do not belong to this place in Hollywood. This place does not belong to me, so I cannot accept the title of Father of Hollywood. The reason why I came here today is for Grant and American movies."

Edison has never had a good impression of Hollywood. So what he said is the truth.

"Mr. Corleon, I like your movies very much, very much. I have read the two movie theory books about your movies. I feel relieved and shocked by your understanding of movies. Our generation is old. We are very happy to see the growth of filmmakers like you as young as you. You are the hope of American movies, and I hope you can put American movies into glory."

Edison had a good impression of me, holding my hand and smiling happily, but when he talked to me, he always talked about American movies and never talked about Hollywood.

"Edwin, looking at these young people, I really miss the time we were young." Edison pulled me and turned to another old man next to him.

I recognized this old man at a glance as the famous Edwin Porter.

To be precise, the real American movie was established only after his "The Great Train Robbery".

But that happened decades ago. The cowboy fighters in the film industry are now in their twilight years.

I respect Edwin Porter very much. Firstly, he made great contributions to American movies and even world movies. He is a real film predecessor. Secondly, when I was criticized by many people when I was criticized by Mark Senate, the master of American movies was the first to stand up and speak for me. I have always remembered this affection.

"Mr. Potter, you are here too." I smiled and grabbed Edwin Potter's hand.

Although Edwin Porter has been out of the film industry for many years, he has been living in Hollywood and is much more clear about the changes in Hollywood, so he is not so polite to me at all.

"Mr. Corleon, can you still remember us old men, and have not forgotten us, I

I was so excited. I took a photo of one for a lifetime. When I was about to see God, I was very pleased that even if I died, it was worth it." Edwin Porter looked at me with moist eyes.

These old men, these predecessors in the film industry, are almost forgotten by people. Now that they are treated so grandly, they are naturally filled with emotion.

"Mr. Porter, it's wrong for you to say that. Your contribution to the movie is that without this star, people will always remember it! You are the predecessors of filmmakers, and they will always be." I held Edison and Edwin Porter's hands tightly and said excitedly.

This sentence made Edison and Edwinport cry almost at the same time.

"Andre, let's get started, it's time." Grant whispered from the side.

I nodded.

At about ten o'clock, the reputation ceremony officially began under the mayor of Los Angeles Pang Mao.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a large number of films have made great contributions to the development of American films and even world films in Hohlai for more than 30 years. Their achievements should be remembered by people!" Pang Mao grabbed the microphone, and his voice spread throughout the street through the surrounding speakers.

"For 30 years, Hollywood has grown from a small village where only one or two hundred people live, and a world-famous movie holy place! Over the past 30 years, we have served the glorious film masterpieces to the world! Over the past 30 years, we have emerged a group of movie masters who are the world! Whether it is Edwin Porter many years ago or Andre Corleon now, Hollywood has become a place that movies around the world are fascinated by them! For 30 years, we have always been at the forefront of the world's films, whether in theory or technology. Especially in recent years, the Dreamworks School represented by Mr. Andre Corleon has become the coordinates of film workers all over the world! The audio films they invented represent the future of the development of films!"

"Ladies and gentlemen! These 30 years. The glorious thirty years of Hollywood are the thirty years of honor in Hollywood. Today, here, on this Avenue of Stars, please witness with me. These people who have made outstanding contributions to the United States and Hollywood movies will be famous in history!"

Amid Pang Mao's shouts and under the gaze of countless eyes, more than 500 people on the Avenue of Stars, led by the staff, walked to their respective stars and started the name-taking activity.

"Ah! So cold!" Just as I was about to print my handprints on the ground, a scream like a pig slaughtering came from beside me.

I quickly turned my face, but saw a scene that almost made me laugh.

Marskolov actually took off his shoes and stepped on the cold ground barefoot. Two extremely ugly and crooked footprints were immediately left on the printing pond made of special materials.

The temperature at this time was not even minus ten degrees or twenty degrees, and he stood barefoot on it. It was thanks to his imagination.

"Hahahaha!" Looking at Marskolov's grinning with coldness, I almost pulled it off.

"Andre. Why are you laughing at? I think you won't be cold after a while!" Marskolov hurriedly cleaned his feet and put on his shoes.

I shook my head, and now I had handprints on the left seal pond. Then I smiled and lifted my feet up and stepped on them. Then the staff around me rushed over to do post-processing.

"You, why don't you take off your shoes?" Marskolov looked at the two crooked feet on his own star, then looked at the two neat shoe prints on my star, and was stunned.

"Leaving footprints means leaving footprints. Who asked you to leave a foot? Look, how ugly your feet are." I walked over and pointed at Marskolov's ugly feet and smiled so hard that I leaned back and forth.

"Old Ma, I really admire you. You dare to step in barefoot in such a cold day, and you are not afraid of arthritis. It's amazing! I admire you!" Adolf Chuk next to Marskolov had just completed his printing activity. He sat next to him to clean up the things on his shoes, and looked at Marskolov and shook his head.

Marskolov was so angry that he looked like a toad. Looking at the corrected shoe prints on both sides, and looking at the two ugly feet in front of him, Marskolov felt extremely unbalanced.

You know, these are left for future generations to see. There are so many people coming and going from the Avenue of Stars every day. If you see his two ugly feet, wouldn't you laugh to death?

"I said, can I reprint this??" In desperation, Marskolov pulled up a staff member next to him.
To be continued...