To be honest, when Lei Dianhua was not established, I knew that Carrey Lok poached people from major Hollywood film companies. Such a huge film company is useless to support it. It must be talented and very excellent film talents. For this reason, Carrey Rockefeller also spent a lot of effort to poach the corners of major Hollywood film companies, including MGM and Paramount, and almost all the talents under large companies such as MGM and Paramount were recruited by them.

Therefore, I was somewhat mentally prepared for the talents of their film companies introduced to me by Carrey Rockefeller, but the person in front of me completely stunned me.

His fat figure, narrowed into a line of eyes, short chin, and a vertical striped suit, smiled when he saw me. "Mr. Corleon, I'm glad to see you." He looked at me and couldn't wait to reach out. He looked energetic compared to a few months ago.

"Mr. Hitchcock, I didn't expect we would meet so soon." I laughed. "Mr. Hitchcock is now the number one director of our Thunderbolt Film Company. I admire him very much." Carrey Rockefeller added a sentence next to him, with a very proud look on his face. "No. 1 director of Thunderbolt? Not bad, Mr. Hitchcock is the hope of future Hollywood movies." I really complimented Hitchcock.

The fat man smiled and said, "Mr. Corleon laughed and said, "Mr. Rockefeller respects me. He said he is the first director, but in fact, compared with Mr. Corleon, it's much worse."

This Alfred Hitchcock is indeed a clever elf. This sentence gave Carrey Rockefeller enough to exalt me, and it also raised me. It was a killing of two birds with one stone.

"I wonder if your company has any plans to shoot movies?" I started to cover Carrey Rockefeller's words. Carrey Rockefeller looked at me. It seemed that he didn't care too much about leaking the company's secrets, but said very carefully: "Of course there is. Our Leidianhua is a new company. We cannot compare with your DreamWorks, nor with big companies like MGM and Paramount. If we want to succeed, we must chase them, so we will immediately invest in a big investment movie from next month."

"It'll be filmed next month? It seems that Mr. Rockefeller is an impatient person. I don't know who directed the movie?" I glanced at Hitchcock standing next to me and saw a hint of smug smile on his face.

"Mr. Corleon, this movie is directed by me, a suspense psychological drama called "Catching Beauty"." Hitchcock communicated with his boss with his eyes. After getting his boss' permission, he told me respectfully. "Catching Beauty"? There are countless movies with this name in history, but for Hitchcock, such a movie can be regarded as a starting point for his successful film career. I have never doubted Hitchcock's strength. In terms of popularity among audiences, winning money, and even artistically, this fat man is even more terrifying than Chaplin.

If he became the top director of Leidianhua Film Company, he would undoubtedly be a strong enemy of DreamWorks. In an instant, I suddenly regretted why I didn’t try every means to keep him. If he was pulled into DreamWorks, the situation might be much better and more optimistic. Then I thought again. This is impossible.

Not to mention anything else, the character of Alfred Hitchcock and the overall spirit of DreamWorks are completely different, and I have full reason to believe that the big reason I politely invited him to join DreamWorks was rejected by him was because he had already joined Carrey Rockefeller at that time. For such a person, I dare not take him as my own land.

"Then your movie will not be released in May and June movie schedules, right?" I smacked my lips and said.

Carrey Rockefeller and Hitchcock looked at each other. Then Carrey Rockefeller nodded at me: "Yes, that was the time when Hollywood was the most competitive this year. Such a lively thing. How can we be missing?"

This bitch is clearly telling me that they are 100% going to make this trip. "My movie is simply incomparable to Mr. Corleon's "The Passion of Jesus". Then, please show your mercy." Hitchcock touched his extremely fat chin and said a meaningful sentence. "It's easy to say, it's easy to say. I'm afraid that I might admit defeat in front of Mr. Hitchcock's movie." I shrugged.

Carey Rockefeller and Hitchcock both raised their necks and laughed. After they left, Digans followed me and spat at their backs.

"Bah! What's the thing! I'm so proud! It's so great if you're a little stinky!?" Gans was so angry that his face turned pale and his whole body trembled. "Boss, isn't that Hitchcock just a young British director? It's so magical! I wanted to beat him up when I saw him like a pig head." Stiller rolled up his sleeves and resented. I looked at them and said, "You two are wrong. This fat man is not an ordinary young director, you see. He will become one of the best movie masters in Hollywood, and now he has become our opponent. It's not a good thing for us."

"Boss, I don't believe what you said at all. If this fat man becomes a Hollywood movie master, then I will be the father of movies." Gans shook his head like a rattle. "Boss, don't say that Gans doesn't believe it, even I don't believe it. I have watched this Hitchcock movie. The film "Mountain Eagle" was indeed good, but it's far worse than you." Stiller said with a sincere look on his face. I spread my hands and said, "I tell you now that you don't believe it at all. After a few years, or it won't take that long, you will believe it after this year." After that, I walked into the crowd with my glass.

The huge Leidianhua Film Company yard was completely filled with crowds. Hollywood is basically here with a little famous person. Many people are familiar with me, so people keep saying hello to me frequently. "Andre, have you seen it? This Carrey Rockefeller is too arrogant!" The first thing Marskolov said when he saw me was full of grumbling. "It's their own business, you can see it." I laughed.

"Andre, I now find that this Carrey Rockefeller is indeed a very cruel person." Marskolov suddenly sighed for no reason. "What does it mean? Why can't I understand?" I asked Marskolov and said. Marskolov looked at Carrey Rockefeller, his lips became purple in anger.

"You still remember Fred," said, "How could I not remember! The winner of the first Harvey Award for Best Short Film Award at Hollywood, the leader of the most promising new generation of directors at MGM Films. How could I not remember?" I don't understand what Marskolov meant, and why he suddenly mentioned Fred Zinerman Marskolov pointed to Carrey Rockefeller in the distance and said, "This bitch has dug up Fred Zinerman!"

"No, no, right?" Marskolov said, "It's like a thunderclap on the ground, which made me stunned. "Old Ma, that Fred Zinerman has signed with you MGM, how could he be poached?" I suddenly remembered that after the Harvey Awards ceremony, Fred Zinerman was nominally a member of MGM Film Company. - "Yes, you're right, not at all. I think so too. I think I've signed with Fred Zinerman, who am I afraid of? But Carrey Rockefeller poached the kid under my nose."

"Stop teasing, he's stupid, that's to compensate." Generally speaking, the contract between the film company and the actors is protected by law. If Carey Rockefeller really poached Zinerman under MGM's nose, then even if the two companies sued, Lei Dianhua would have to lose. That means Carey Rockefeller must compensate MGM according to the terms above the contract. According to my experience, it's definitely a lot of money. My words seemed to have exposed Marskolov's injury. He looked at me and raised four fingers. "Old Ma, you raise four of them.

What are you doing with your fingers? "I got confused! When I signed a contract with Fred Zenerman, it was stipulated that if either party breached the contract, it would be 400. But I thought that the amount of compensation would be paid with us. Fred Zenerman would definitely not be able to break the contract with us because he could not afford so much money. But this time, Carrey Rockefeller didn't care about the four million at all. He seemed to want to pull Fred Zenerman into their Lei Dianhua, so after poaching Zenerman, he immediately asked a lawyer to negotiate with me, and without saying a word, he took out 400 compensation.

"No, this is OK! Rich people are good!" I was not only very moved. Marskolov looked at me, his mouth was almost pissed off and said, "It's not just that we MGM was attacked by Carey Rockefeller, but even Adolf Chuck Paramount was scrambled by Carey Rockefeller, and lost a large number of excellent photographers, actors and distributors. Other film companies said that this happened. How about you DreamWorks?" Looking at Marskolov's caring eyes, I laughed and said, "

Thank you, DreamWorks is still normal now, but someone may have had a head-on with Carrey Rockefeller, but there is no result." "Andre, I still feel that among all the film companies in Hollywood, your DreamWorks is still the best! Every time I see your men working together, my heart trembles immediately. If our MGM Film Company employees look at MGM like DreamWorks, I will probably laugh out loud even if I dream.

"It seems that Carrey Rockefeller has taken action to most film companies in Hollywood this time." I touched my chin and frowned. Marskolov nodded. Then he looked at me and said solemnly: "Andre, I think Carrey Rockefeller's action is just a small test. There will probably be much more despicable things in the future."

"Why? Are you scared?" I grinned at Marskolov. "Scared!? When did I, Marskolov, have I been afraid of it?? Let me tell you, even if I die, I will take a mat." Marskolov slapped the table viciously. "Andre, the only company that has not been reported to be poached now is probably your Dream Factory. You have to pay attention." Marskolov reminded me. I didn't say anything, just nodded.

The establishment ceremony of Thunderbolt Film Company was held in an extremely grand manner. At the beginning of the 9 and a half hours, the ceremony was hosted by Honorary Mayor of Hollywood, Grant, and the private representative of the Governor of California, Sam Bush, and the mayor of Los Angeles, Pang Mao, made enthusiastic speeches on behalf of the government, expressing great welcome and support for the establishment of Thunderbolt Film Company. The attitude of these government officials was extremely high-profile, especially Sam Bush, who applied almost all the praise words to Thunderbolt Film Company and announced that the California government would specifically make some preferential policies for Thunderbolt to support the development of this newly established film giant.

"These bitches are raised. As long as they can pay taxes for them, they will say this no matter what company they are." Marskolov and Adolf Chuck were next to me while listening to Sam Bush's speech. "Don't worry, let them jump around for two days. When they find that no one is working with them, wait for them to cry!" Adolf Chuck was in a very bad mood. Carey Rockefeller raised his Zen Staff in his hand and began to recite the Hebrew prayer in his mouth. The two priests next to him also began to recite.

Then the high priest took out something from his sleeve and hung it around my neck. A black rope was hung with a red stone hanging on it. "Child, this stone is a holy stone on the ground before the destruction of the Temple of Jerusalem, and a stone on the ark of the covenant. With it, the Father will be with you!" The high priest looked at me and waved to me: "Get on the train!" "Woo!" The whistle whistled, and amid the sound of prayer, the red train slowly started.

I stood at the door and waved my hands to the people who saw off the platform until their faces gradually blurred. The train drove out of Los Angeles, and it was already midnight. Under the bright starry sky, the mountains, rivers, woods and wilderness outside were vast, with a charming beauty. The carriage was very quiet, and everyone stared out of the window in a daze. Such a beautiful scenery was not visible at all. So anyone was willing to miss it. I was so confused that I didn't know how long it took. Suddenly I heard someone shouting: "Sea!"

People living in Los Angeles for a long time are commonplace with the sea. After all, it is not far from Los Angeles. But under the night sky, the sea is on the train. There is a unique scenery. The train first passes through the woods, then goes out of the forest. Suddenly, it suddenly becomes clear, and then a large water appears in front of you. It is boundless and endless. Above the sky is a full moon, the sea surface is sparkling, reflecting a cold light, which makes you involuntarily amazed. Such a beautiful scenery is indeed refreshing.

It drove all the way to the border between the United States and Mexico. Because the relevant local procedures had been completed in advance, the Mexican government attached great importance to our trip and greeted the border department, so the pass was very smooth. They even opened a track to us that only the government could use. After a short stop, the train drove towards Ensenada rumbling. After passing the border, I fell asleep and slept in a daze for a while, and was woken up by Holkina. "Wake up quickly, I'll be in Ensenada soon." Holkina looked at me with fluffy sleep and handed me the breakfast.

I looked at my watch. It was already past 7 in the morning, and the outside was gradually getting brighter. I occasionally saw some small towns outside the window. Although Ensenada extends on a peninsula where California extends, although the two places are not very far apart, they are very different in terms of geographical and geographical features and cultural styles.

Mexico is not as developed as the United States. The towns I see do not have rows of neat and beautiful small buildings built of steel and concrete, nor wide asphalt roads. There are not so many cars on the road. These small towns are not large in scale and often build houses next to low hillsides. So at a glance, the houses are scattered on the slopes like birds, high and low, scattered. The small buildings they live in are not as bright and beautiful as those in the United States.

Instead, there are mud buildings, some buildings are made of stone, usually no more than two floors, and the town is very clean, and at a glance. The layout of the sun is smooth and unique. The closer it is to Ensenada, the more desolate the landform becomes, and the Gobi begins to appear. From a distance, they are all hillsides. There is very little vegetation on the hillside, and white light is shining by the sun. Gravels are all over the slopes. If there is wind, even a small wind can roll up large pieces of dust.

There are often forests between the valleys, and there are quite thick forests. They are all not very tall. The trees are extremely twisted and the branches are strangely shaped. At one glance, they are dark. This landform made me very excited because it is very similar to the environment in the movie I wanted. At eight o'clock, the train crossed a hillside and a city appeared in front of us. "That is the city of Ensenada." A Mexican policeman following the train pointed to the city ahead and told me. It was a city.

It's just a little bigger than ordinary towns. "Why is this place different from the place in Stiller's photo?" Muno whispered as he looked outside. "Stiller said that town is naturally different from here in the mountains outside Ensenada." I smiled. The train stopped slowly at the train station in Ensenada. Before it stopped, I saw a group of people standing on the platform, and many people wearing banners and dressed in ethnic costumes. "It seems that we are welcome." The fat man squeezed his eyes at me.

After getting off the train, I saw Stiller in the crowd. The guy has now become a Mexican in decoration, wearing colorful clothes and a big earth hat, and even holding a pipe in his hand. Next to him was a man who was about fifty years old. The thick beard on his lips was neatly trimmed, and his feet were wearing boots, and his whole body was dressed neatly. "Boss!" Seeing me, Stiller rushed over. "Boss, I'll introduce you to you. This is Morillo, the mayor of Ensenada. Thanks to his full support for our work here this time, otherwise we would have worked hard." Stiller pointed to the bearded man and introduced to me.

"Hello, Mr. Mayor." I smiled and shook hands with Morillo. Morillo spoke very well in English and smiled at me, "Mr. Corleon, we finally look forward to you! Mexicans like to watch your movies, and I personally like it very much. This time I heard that Mr. Corleon was going to make a movie in Ensenada, but it made the whole city happy. The city council has decided that as long as it is Corleon's request, we will try our best to meet it." "Thank you for your support!" Looking at the mayor in front of me, who was smiling so hard that his shoulders were shaking, I felt relieved. With the help of the police in Ensenada, the goods in the train were successfully removed and unloaded, and then they were hit and drove to the scene. The extras who accompanied him were also placed there.

At noon, at the Ensenada Municipal Government, Morillo held a grand welcome party for us. Although it was not as luxurious as those in Los Angeles, the party was unique.

In an open-air garden in the middle of the city government, all kinds of flowers were blooming. People walked through the flowers with wine glasses, ate Mexican food, and watched the charming Mexican women dancing. It was indeed a different experience. "Stiller, how far is our filming place?" I asked with Stiller and laughing. Stiller stretched out a finger at me: "Ten miles. Just southwest of Ensenada, there is a mountainous area. The town is also called Ensenada. It is said to be the oldest town in Ensenada. Ensenada is named after it. Boss, I know I am

What did you find this place? It is because of its name. In the city of Ensenada, people like to call the town of Ensenada 'Ensenada' or 'Jerusalem of Ensenada'." "So magical. How is your preparations going?" I stuffed a piece of Mexican pastry into my mouth and turned around and asked. Stiller squeezed his eyes and did not answer my question, but said vaguely: "Boss, you will go after the cocktail party. You will see it yourself at that time?" The words of words were filled with confidence and pride.

After the cocktail party, I talked with Morillo for a while. This guy was simply a good old man. No matter what I asked or what I asked, he agreed immediately, and finally made me feel embarrassed. "Mr. Corleon, it is the honor of our Ensenada people to make movies here, so we will do everything we can to help you. In terms of safety, you don't have to worry at all. I have sent an army of 2,000 people in Ensenada. Morillo looked at me and laughed embarrassedly. "Mr. Corleon, you also know that there was a riot here some time ago, but now it has been completely suppressed. Despite this, I still hope that when you are making movies, your subordinates will not leave our army's defense and go to the mountains, where there are still some scattered rioters left."

After Morillo said that, he scratched his head embarrassedly. "Don't worry, Mr. Mayor, we won't cause unnecessary trouble for you." I agreed. At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, after a short rest, Morillo sent someone to take us to Ensenada. After leaving the city of Ensenada, there was a bare wilderness, and you could see rolling mountains not far ahead. These mountains were not very high, with sparse vegetation and rolling. The more you drove forward, the worse the road was. At first there was an asphalt road, but later it turned into a gravel road, and then it was completely dirt road.

"Boss, my bones are almost broken." Munau sat in front and said softly. Stiller beside me smiled and said, "Monau, such a road is already a good road here. There are not even roads in some places, and the car cannot enter." Stiller has been busy here for a while, so he got used to it. The car had been bumping for nearly an hour, and a small town appeared in front of me from a distance. The first time I saw it, I screamed in a daze: "I think I saw Jerusalem!"
Chapter completed!