What happened to Stiller?!

I stood up, stumbled and ran out.

When I arrived in the yard, I had not yet climbed the stairs, I heard Woolf's crying.

The people in the yard of DreamWorks were stunned and all looked at the direction of my office.

"Boss..." Gans looked at me, wanting to speak but stopping.

"Let everyone beg for their own work!" I waved my hand and went up to the second floor.

When I arrived in the office, I saw Woolf sitting on the sofa, crying with tears in her nose. Garbo and Julie next to me were persuading her, and she was also crying.

My legs immediately became soft.

"Wolf, what's going on?" I asked loudly at Wolf, who was wearing pear blossoms and rain.

"Boss!" Woolf saw me and walked over to the ground and put a piece of paper on it.

I took it and saw that it was a hospital diagnosis.

I glanced roughly and the lines on it made me stagger and fell down.

"Boss!"

"boss!"

The fat man and Munau caught me from left to right, and their faces were so scared that they looked like earth.

"How is it possible! How is it possible!" I was held on the chair by the two of them and shouted loudly.

The fat man picked up the note on the ground, looked at it, his hands trembled. After taking it, Maonao took it and saw it, he burst into tears.

Lung cancer. I understand more than anyone else what these two words mean.

It means that DreamWorks will lose a capable player! It means that Hollywood and even world movies will lose an excellent director!

It also means that I will lose a brother and subordinate who share the joys and sorrows!

Griffith, Flahadie, John Wayne, Gary Grant and others all started to cry, and the room was crying and sad.

I suddenly remember that in history, Stiller died of illness in 1928, but that happened after leaving Hollywood and returning to Sweden. If I had noticed this problem, he would have carefully examined his body's words. Maybe the disaster would be avoided!

But now, it’s too late. It seems that history still develops according to its inherent laws in some aspects. It must bring my brothers around me and me along the way!

"Stop crying!" I shouted loudly, stopping everyone in the office from crying.

At this time, crying cannot solve the problem.

"Wolf, does Stiller know about this?" I asked Wolf.

Woolf shook his head: "I got the result and came here directly, and I didn't tell him at all. I don't know what to do?"

I nodded, stood up and walked out of the door.

"Andre, where are you going?" Jiabao said following me.

"Go and see Stiller."

A group of people from DreamWorks, led by me, rushed to the First Hospital of Los Angeles.

Along the way, the atmosphere in the carriage was very heavy, and people kept wiping their tears.

"You all make me happy to make money, so don't let Stiller know about this!" I patted my thighs. Everyone nodded.

After getting out of the car, he walked into the hospital yard, and a group of people forced a smile and pushed open the door of Stiller's ward.

The hospital bed was empty, and when I was looking for it, I found that he was sitting in a wheelchair on the balcony, lowering his head to write.

"If you are a bitch, you are not having a good rest, why are you running to the balcony?" I squeezed out a smile and walked over and cursed as usual.

Stiller proudly raised the notebook in his hand and said, "I am modifying the script of the next movie. Boss, although the "Raiders of the Lost Ark" series is very popular, I still want to make a movie I want to make. Can I give Dunar the sequel to the next Raiders of the Lost Ark to shoot? I think he wants to get such a filming opportunity than me. My script has taken me half a year and has been revised almost by me. The investment is not big. Boss, can it?"

Stiller still stuck out his tongue like before. Then he handed me the notebook in his hand.

Looking at him with a broken beard, I felt sad.

He may not know that this may be the last movie he shot in his life.

I opened the notebook and saw a neat line of words on the first page; "The Temptation of St. Anthony".

When I saw this name, my tears fell down.

Because of this movie, I recall a director from later generations, a Soviet director, and the director I like and admire the most. At the end of his life, he did not complete a movie called "The Temptation of St. Anthony". Coincidentally, this greatest director in the world also died of lung cancer.

Could it be that history is a joke with me?!

I opened the notebook tremblingly, started to look through it, and opened it again, tears fell on the paper.

A story of a priest, a story about a saintly priest who gave up his life in order to save the world. It is mysterious, vast, profound, noble, like a temple!

If I guess correctly, this movie is the movie Stiller wants to shoot the most in his life and the essence of his thoughts throughout his life.

"Boss, this script is not so good. You can see it. " Stiller said proudly, thinking that I was moved by the content of the script.

When I finished reading the script, he came over and said, "Boss, can this movie be invested in?! I know that such a movie may be a loss when filming, but I think it is a good movie."

He was very close to me, his eyes staring at me, emitting religious fanaticism, as if a believer had seen God, and there was desire, begging, excitement and tension in his eyes.

Facing such a person, what else can I say?!

"Photo! Of course! When did we dream factory consider the cost of good movies?!" I put the script in his hand and knocked on the script and said, "Stiller, you bastard dare to hide your own personal life. Such a good script has been in the past six months! You are there!"

Stiller's thin face suddenly showed a bright smile, smiling as pure and joyful as a child.

"Boss, this script may be the best script in my life. So I won't leave it to you until it is done thoroughly. How about it? Give me some advice?" Stiller laughed.

I leaned against the chair and frowned and said, "If you want to give me an opinion, it's not without it,"

There are some small problems, mainly in the lines, you give me the script and modify it. The rest, you should take care of yourself. If you don’t take care of the disease well, I won’t give you the money for the auction.”

Stiller scratched his head and said, "Do you think I want to stay here?! I've wanted to go out long ago, your movie has been completed. I guess I have to rush to edit it again. This year, Lei Dinghua is in the limelight, and even Chaplin has made a comeback. I heard that Hitchcock is even more determined to shoot another movie to compete with us. Boss. I'm so anxious that I wish I could have a pair of extra hands!"

Stiller bit his lip and looked at me very unwilling.

What would happen if he knew he had lung cancer? My mind was blank.

I can't imagine what that would be like.

DreamWorks is now full of vitality and the situation is very good. Hollywood is now an unprecedented golden age. The person in front of me, 45 years old, is a man who is young and R&F. At the peak, lung cancer has caused all this to fall into boundless darkness.

"Boss. Boss, what's wrong with you?" Stiller shook my arm.

I smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired. Don't worry. In Hollywood, our DreamWorks will never lose to anyone, whether it's Hitchcock or Thunderbolt Hua Film Company, it won't do anything about us. Your biggest task now seems to cooperate with the doctor to recuperate."

“O.

Griffith, Murnau and others immediately surrounded him. They were all brothers who shared joys and sorrows, and the sorrow in their hearts was no weaker than me.

I wiped my tears and took Woolf and Gans to the hospital's director's office.

"Doctor, is there any possibility of recovery from Stiller's condition?" In the dean's office, I asked the director of the hospital, who is one of the most famous doctors in the entire West and even the United States.

"Mr. Corleon, I'm sorry, there is no such possibility." The dean shrugged at me.

"Look for the best hospital and use the best medicine! Isn't it okay?" I was anxious.

The dean sighed and said, "Mr. Corleon, I understand your feelings. In fact, if there is a glimmer of hope, I will do my best. You also know that Los Angeles First Hospital is already one of the best hospitals in the United States, with few better hospitals than us, and I believe that even if you, Mr. Stiller moved there, their reply would be like this. It's too late, too late."

Bang, the cup I held in my hand fell to the ground.

"Doctor, I want to know how long does Stiller have?" I was about to breathe and fell into a state of slurring.

"If you cooperate with the treatment, it would probably be great to last until this year's Christmas." The doctor sighed.

"This year's Christmas, this year's Christmas..." I murmured to myself as I looked at the sky outside the window.

"Mr. Corleone, if there is anything left to go to Mr. Stiller, please hurry up and do it for him." The dean reminded me.

"Movie, only his business is movie." I looked outside with a dull look and shook my head.

"No, not only movies, but Mr. Corleon, we will get married this year. He said he would attend a group wedding with you." Woolf, who was standing next to me, looked at me with a certain gaze.

"Woolf, Stiller only has half a year left. Do you still want to marry him?" I felt a little relieved when facing this woman.

"Will!" Woolf nodded with certainty: "It is precisely because he has little time that I have to do this even more. He is my husband, and God connects us together!"

"Okay! OK! OK!" I smiled and nodded repeatedly: "Woolf, I promise you that when "Dancing with Wolf" is released, I promise you this request."

Looking at Woolf again, I was already in tears.

This woman with a soft appearance actually has such a tough heart!

On the way back from the hospital, no one spoke. Everyone became fools. The situation in DreamWorks was still happy before, but of course it was all right now.

I was completely confused, my mind was blank, and I had no week about anything around me.

"Boss. Stiller's incident makes us all sad, but Boss. If Stiller sees you like this, he will be unhappy. I think it is the best way to comfort him. This is not a time of sadness. We should let him see the bright future of DreamWorks in more than half a year and let him leave with a smile." Munau grabbed my hand and said firmly.

"Boss, Muno is right. The more we do this, the more we have to fight!" Griffith, Flahad and others stretched out their hands.

In the carriage, pairs of hands were stacked together.

"From tomorrow, everything starts normally! In the next six months, we will make Stiller smile brightly!" I gritted my teeth!

"Make Stiller smile brightly!"

"Make Stiller smile brightly!"

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To be continued...