"Andre, I heard that your DreamWorks is going to establish a branch in Cannes. How is it going now?" Louis Lumier asked me excitedly.

I smiled and told them about the situation of the Cannes branch in detail, and explained that through the efforts of the branch, Europe will also begin the era of audio films.

This made the Lumiere brothers and Merrie very happy.

After talking about this, we talked about their respective lives.

The Lumiere brothers were satisfied when they mentioned their current life: "We both have a small farm outside Paris. Although our lives are not rich, they are still quite comfortable. Now that the children are old. With their own careers, we can enjoy our old age."

When Meiliai talked about her life, she had a self-deprecating calm on her face: "I'm living a good life now, quite calm. I get up at six o'clock in the morning, and go to the market with a large wooden box with toys, and stay there for a day. Play with the children. If their parents can buy a few, even if my daily living expenses are settled, I will carry the wooden box home in the evening. On the way, I can sit in the place where I filmed the movie and have a cup of coffee. Now it's a big film company. The movies I made are pretty good. I can still do the job of buying toys a few years ago. But in the past one or two years, it's a bit difficult to carry that big wooden box. The people in the street are preparing to take me to a nursing home for a while. I don't have to work there."

When Merry likes to say these words, she smiles on her face and does not look at all sad, but these words he says cut my heart like a knife!

Everyone knows what kind of life the elderly in cheap nursing homes live! Eating spoiled hard bread, more than a dozen people stay in dirty and worn-out rooms, no one cares about their health. When they die, someone will drag them to the car like a cattle, and then find a place in the wild to sell it!

Is this the ending of the life of the father of the movie?

No!

Looking at Meliai, I held back my tears and said with a smile: "Mr. Meliai, you are only in your 60s and want to hide in a nursing home to be lazy. This is too irresponsible. Let's do this. Our branch in Cannes has just been established and we need an image ambassador. I think you are quite suitable. I will send someone to send you to Cannes. How about it, let's use your remaining energy for our DreamWorks. I wonder if you are willing?"

"Image Ambassador?! Why haven't I heard of it..." Gans was confused by me. Dreamworks is just a branch in Cannes. Where can I need any image ambassador? Besides, even if I need it, I have to find those beautiful female stars. Who would be stupid to find a trembling old man as an image ambassador!?

I gave Gans a blank look, and Gans immediately understood that I was going to help Merry love.

Gans understood, but Merrie also understood. Who dares to have an elderly man of his age in society?

It is definitely better to stay in the nursery home in DreamWorks, where he eats and wears warmly, and does not need to do physical work, nor is it more than to be rolled by people. He can go around the factory and watch how those movie machines are produced. When the movie is released, he can also go to the cinema to watch movies.

Although I can't do much for him, it's okay to have this great father of movies have a happy and happy old age and die in the respect of everyone.

"Andre, thank you!" Merrie had no idea what to say, he just grabbed my hand tightly, and burst into tears.

After talking to the Merrie and Lumiel brothers for a while, I arranged for Gans to take care of them and then leave.

It’s not that I don’t like chatting with them, but when facing them, my heart will tremble.

Compared with later filmmakers, these film predecessors all have an extremely pure and smooth heart. Facing them, I always feel that this society owes them and feel that they owe them.

When I walked aside, I took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears from my face, then coaxed my nose and leaned against a pillar to restore my mood.

Then I saw Marskolov talking to Fred Zinerman with a wine glass not far away. The two of them were talking and laughing, and their attitude was very close.

Further away, Adolf Chuck and John Houston also had a great conversation. It seemed that they had achieved their goals.

Then I thought of that Carmine Coppola.

"Stiller, have you seen Carmine Coppola?" I waved to Stiller beside me.

"Carmin Coppola? I was here just now. I should have gone there." Stiller pointed to the drinks area.

I smiled, walked over with a glass of wine, and saw Carmaine sitting at a table drinking alone there.

"Why are you drinking alone here? It's so lively there, why not go?" I pointed to the people dancing on the dance floor.

Carmine Coppola touched his beard, then chuckled, and said, "Mr. Corleon didn't go either."

Marskolov and Adolf Chuk were right, this guy is indeed a difficult person to deal with.

"Sorry for not winning the Best Short Film Award tonight?" I raised my cup to Carmine Coppola.

Carmine Coppola laughed and clinked glasses with me and said, "Mr. Corleon underestimates me too much. I don't value this award very much. I am only interested in filming the one I want to film and perform the drama I want to perform. I haven't won this award. For me, it's no big deal."

Carmine Coppola's hearty smile made my impression of him suddenly improve.

You should know that even people like Marskolov are worried about the awards, and he is so indifferent. His mind is admirable.

"What are your plans in the future?" I smiled.

"Plan?" Carmine Coppola pondered for a moment and said, "I have no plans to continue shooting my movies and acting in my plays."

I was convinced by this guy. I couldn't make a fuck. I was sad that Mar Adolf Chuck had no good impression of him at all.

"Have you ever thought about developing in Hollywood?" I threw a bombshell and expressed my meaning in a tactful way.

If it were other new directors, they would be ecstatic if they didn't jump up like this.

But this Carmine Coppola did not. He was just stunned for a moment, then started to laugh.

"I'm not interested." Although his voice was not heavy, it made me stagger.

Not interested?! Just kidding! Which director didn't sharpen his head and drilled into the Hollywood big film company!? He actually replied lightly that he was not interested!

Strange!

interesting!

Somehow, I began to admire the man with a big beard in front of me.

"Why?" I was very curious about why he didn't want to work in Hollywood.

Carmine Coppola shrugged and said, "There is no special reason, it's that I don't like this place very much. I don't like various mechanisms. Mr. Corleon, I'm not saying that I don't like Hollywood, but the atmosphere here. I'm a free and casual person. I'm most afraid of following the norms. When you write a script, you have to bow to the boss and ask for filming funds to make him revise my efforts. Then you are forced to bow your head at the box office first. In the end, you have to endure a series of scrutiny from the code enforcement bureau. I'll go crazy. In contrast, I prefer to do it myself. If you have money, you can make movies and act without money. For me, such a life is suitable for me and happiness."

I laughed: "Even I envy this kind of life. Mr. Coppola, I don't know what kind of theater troupe you are in now? I will watch you act when you have time."

Seeing that it was impossible to take this guy to his subordinates, I simply chatted with him.

"It's the Los Angeles Theatre. I'm an actor and a musician in it, and sometimes a director. In addition, I'm also responsible for managing the business of the entire troupe." Seeing that I had no boredom or displeasure towards him from beginning to end, Carmine Coppola couldn't help but feel unreserved of me.

"Do you have a baby?" I took a sip of the wine and asked casually.

Compared to him, I care more about his precious son.

"Child?! No, I don't want the child now, it's so annoying!" Carmine Coppola lifted the child and frowned, shaking her head.

After he said this, I felt relieved.

Historically, Francis Ford Coppola was born in 1939. It seems that this guy was born so late and it has a lot to do with his father's hatred of children.

"Mr. Corleon, what are your plans for the next year?" After talking about him, Carmine Coppola became interested in me.

I smiled bitterly and said, "We all have people with poor life. Of course, we are making movies. But I may soon establish a comprehensive film academy of land."

"Movie Academy!?" Carmine Coppola, who had been calm, stood up suddenly when he heard me talk about the Movie Academy.

"What's wrong?" I asked curiously.

"Mr. Corleon, please tell me carefully what kind of film academy we want to build?!" Carmine Coppola said to me excitedly.

Is this guy interested in the film academy?! By the way, after the film academy is established, it will definitely require a large number of teachers. This guy is very good at film and a good performance. He is also a good musician, and he is also a good management talent. Isn’t such a versatile talent the talent I need?!

It doesn't matter if he doesn't want to go to Hollywood. Just drag him into the film school. It's the same thing for me.

Thinking of this, I immediately had an idea.

"Mr. Coppola. I want to invest huge amounts of money to build a new comprehensive film academy on the basis of the Vitagraf Film School, introduce various advanced equipment, recruit faculty, offer various courses and majors, and cultivate a large number of professional film talents for Hollywood." Looking at Coppola, I added fuel to the future planning of the film academy, and I heard Carmann Coppola extremely excited.

"Mr. Corleon. This is a great decision! It is a great thing for Hollywood and American movies! Mr. Corleon. I salute you!" Carmine Coppola picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine. Haha laughed.

"But there is a difficulty." I sighed and pretended to be embarrassed.

"What's the difficulty?" Carmine Coppola looked at me with her eyebrows frowned.

"We are starting from scratch now. Everything has to be done from scratch. Funding and equipment are not a problem, the key is talent! Once the film school is established, it will inevitably require a large number of experienced professional teachers. Now, are there few people in this area?" I sighed again.

Carmine Coppola smiled slightly: "Mr. Corleon. What's the difficulty? There are so many filmmakers in Hollywood, it's not easy to find a few good movie teachers. I dare not say others. Mr. Corleon, do you think I can do it?"

The bitch keeps the land, I want it to be yours!

I looked surprised and said, "Mr. Coppola, are you going to teach at our local film school?"

Carmine Coppola nodded vigorously and said, "No, good! Mr. Corleon, this is a great thing. I have long thought that Hollywood should build a big film school."

"But didn't you just say you were not interested in Hollywood?" I was secretly happy.

Carmine Coppola scratched the back of his head embarrassedly and said, "Mr. Corleon, I don't like the constraints of rules and regulations, and I don't like dealing with the bosses of film companies that only recognize money in my eyes. Naturally, I have no interest in Hollywood. But this time it's different. Teaching students in the film school is a happy and fulfilling thing, no stingy about fame and fortune, no worries, I like working like this!"

"You really decided?" I asked.

"It's really decided!" Carman Coppola nodded solemnly.

"Then you have a happy cooperation!" I raised my glass to Carmine Coppola.

I was very happy to successfully take Carmine Coppola. After saying goodbye to him, I immediately went to find Pang Mao.

When I found Pang Mao, this guy was talking about government affairs with Grant and the Sam Bush and a group of government officials there.

"Mr. Corleon, congratulations, your DreamWorks has been in the limelight this time." Sam Bush is a typical politician. He speaks one by one and another, and the smile on his face makes people look fake no matter how they look at it.

"I heard that Mr. Corleon is also a member of our Republican Party?" Sam Bush looked at me, his eyes flashing.

I swept Grant and Pang Mao, and it seems that the news was probably what they told Sam Bush.

"No, I just joined." I replied politely.

"Okay. With Mr. Corleone's reputation and influence among the people, he can definitely make a fortune in politics.

You will be the president of the United States in the future." Sam Bush complimented me.

I waved my hand and smiled, "Mr. Bush has been too much. I am not interested in politics and I don't like to be an official. A dream factory will make me frustrated. Teaching me to manage a country will cause civil strife."

Sam Bush immediately made a pity: "Mr. Corleon was unintentional to political circles, it was really a big loss to our party."

I shrugged, not wanting to be too caressed with him, so I squeezed Pang Mao's eyes.
To be continued...