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June 2, 1925. The last scene of "Lust and Caution".

In front of Grant's villa, all the staff of DreamWorks were here. In addition to them, there were almost all the people from Harvey neighborhoods and the film committee members also attended. Grant ordered a box of champagne and waited outside for me to bring the actors out. Outside the villa, there were crowds of people.

In the villa, two cameras were ready, and everyone showed an excited expression on their faces. Everyone looked at James and Julie, waiting for me to shout to start.

"All of all, the last scene of "Lust and Caution" is filmed, three, two, one, start!" I shouted, and the detonating device installed in the room flew around the glass, bottles and jars.

Due to Hankton's rumor, Planck led the southern army to attack George; the city surrounded his residence. Planck's wife and Dietri's friend Maria sent someone to tell Dietri that the southern army was about to surround them and persuaded her to escape, but Dietri chose to stay with Bushi. The army surrounded the Wuxia residence. Bushi led the army to resist. While killing Hankton, he was also seriously injured. Planck shouted outside the room that he could spare her as long as Dietri was executed. However, Dietri held his hand tightly, walked towards the door with a smile, and walked towards the rain of bullets shooting towards the head.

The video ends when the two of them walk out of the room. There is no scene of them being beaten to death, but instead they are frozen in the backs of their snuggling together.

"cut!" As I shouted at the back of the camera, there was a cheer around me. Berg, Gans, James, Julie, and all the staff, everyone hugged each other tightly, rushed out of the room and merged with the crowd outside, with champagne bursting with joy.

Marskolov and Fox came to me with a smile. The two movie giants clamped me in the center, one left and one right, and the ones in front were holding up their cameras and taking pictures of us.

"Mr. Corleon, congratulations to the movie for the successful completion. Fox and I were treating guests at the Imperial Hotel tonight. How about it? Will you be rewarded?" Marskolov smiled.

Of course I agree to such a good thing, not to mention that I have been in Hollywood for so long, and the most advanced place in the past is the city government. Eat and drink for free, and maybe sparks with the two old men, why not go?!

"Since Mr. Marskolov looks down upon me so much, of course I am willing to listen to the teachings of the two seniors." I grabbed the hands of the two and smiled with them at the oncoming camera.

At 8:30 pm, I brought Gans, Berg, James and Julie to the banquet on time.

Located in the center of Hollywood, the Imperial Hotel is a 20-story building with a magnificent layout. It is a place where Hollywood celebrities often come. It can not only eat and sleep, but also have all kinds of entertainment measures. It is a must-have place for negotiating business, destroying corpses and loving men and women.

Among the five of us, except for James and I who had gone to and from high-end hotels, the other three were simply rookies. Fatty and Gans didn't know where to put their eyes when they entered the hotel. But the waitresses here all came out like flowers and had very few clothes on them, which made the two guys look straight and their eyes fluttered.

"What's wrong, glaucoma?!" Looking at the two of them drooling, I saw that no one next to me kicked each of them.

"Boss, I want to be the best photographer in Hollywood, so that I can target these chicks every day!" Berg wiped his saliva and narrowed his eyes into a line.

"Look at your promising prospects?" I cursed him with a grudge and walked into the elevator. Julie smiled from behind and followed him in.

The private room that Marskolov and Fox ordered was on the 15th floor. This floor is the most luxurious floor of the entire Imperial Hotel. The moment I opened the elevator door, even I was amazed at the fact that these filmmakers lived a life of drunkenness and despair.

The carpets are all precious carpets from all over the world, door handles, chair handles, lampstands, etc., and they are all wrapped in gold foil. After the elevator, they are caught in a hall as big as a basketball court. A half-naked statue of the muse in the center is covered with gold and silver. The surroundings are red, green and women, passing by, and the breath of perfume and cologne is rushing towards them.

A grand banquet is underway.

"Boss, have we been to the wrong place? Didn't the two old guys treat us to dinner? This is a banquet." Gans muttered.

I looked at it and felt a little weak. I looked at the brand-name suits, watches, diamond rings, and then looked at us. The clothes on our bodies were rented, and Julie didn't even have a piece of jewelry on her body. She was really shabby.

"Let's go, it seems that I've gone to the wrong place." I shook my head and took the lead and wanted to withdraw.

"Mr. Corleon!" I walked a few steps and heard a man's voice coming from behind me.

Turning his face, Marskolov stood on the outer edge of the hall and looked at me like a smile.

His voice drew the eyes of everyone in the hall to us, contempt, doubt, and ridicule... all kinds of eyes wandered around us, and Gans, who had the thickest skin, not only lowered his head.

"You can't be embarrassed at this time!" I secretly pissed myself off, squeezed out a gentleman's smile and walked towards Marskolov, shouting: "Mr. Marskolov, I thought I had gone to the wrong place."

We hugged each other like good friends, and the eyes of the people around us suddenly changed when they looked at me. If we were so intimate with Lao Ma, there were not many people in Hollywood except for the movie giants in various companies.

For a moment, the crowd pointed at me and talked a lot.

"Andre, we have been waiting for you for a long time." After Lao Ma and I said a few words, Fox walked out from the side.

"Mr. Fox, you arrived early, too." I stretched out my right hand.

"Haha, Marskolov is the host, who dares not come?" Fox shrugged jokingly.

This time, the discussion in the crowd was several octaves higher.

Lao Ma and Fox, two movie giants, are extremely difficult for ordinary people to meet. The director and actors have tried their best to attract their attention. Who is this shabby young man? Why did he let the two old men entertain so warmly?!

"Mr. Marskolov, it seems that this is not just about eating." I pointed to the crowd.

Marskolov and Fox looked at each other and laughed.

"Andre, don't talk about Mr. Marskolov in the future. You should treat Fox and me as old friends. This way, you will call me Lao Ma in the future. As for Fox, call him Vash." Marskolov said to me with a tiger face.

"How can that be done? You are my elders too."

"Elder?! Young man, there are no elders in Hollywood, only brothers, brothers! Hahaha." Fox took a sip of a cigar and sprayed the smoke on my face.

"Okay, then I'll agree." I choked and burst into tears and had to submit.

Lao Ma pulled me to the center of the hall, everyone stopped talking and laughing, looked at me quietly, waiting for the answer to the mystery to be revealed, and they all looked forward to knowing who this terrible young man was.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today is my daughter's birthday. It's her 20th birthday. You may not know much about this young man around me. Not to mention you, Fox and I didn't know him a month ago. He was 20 years old. However, when the girl was doing nothing at home, this young man had already started his own film company to do his own business. Ladies and gentlemen, applause to welcome the future Hollywood director Andrei; Mr. Corleon!" Marskolov pushed me in front of the crowd with great enthusiasm.

Papa. Applause started.

"I'll add one more!" Fox was unwilling to let Marskolov take the limelight alone, and put his shoulder on his face and shouted to the crowd: "I don't agree with the title of the Hollywood director Lao Ma just now!"

Wow! The crowd suddenly became chaotic, and Marskolov also looked puzzled. Isn’t this dismantling his stage in person and humiliating me?!
Chapter completed!