The mysterious appearance of Griffith and I were focused on our mouths.

"Boss, Hitchcock drove Victor Fleming out of Thunder Dinghua today."

Ah! Gans's words made me excited that the cigarette butt in my mouth fell on my legs, and a scream suddenly came from the office.

"Gans, say what you said just now again?" I didn't care about the pain and pulled Gans to the point.

"I said Victor Fleming was thrown out by Hitchcock." Gans smashed his mouth and said, "This guy is pitiful. He was kicked out just a few months after being pulled into Leidenghua by Chaplin. He is lucky enough."

"Victor Fleming was kicked out of Lei Dinghua? Gans, is your news accurate?" Griffith obviously didn't dare to believe his ears.

Victor Fleming entered Lei Dianhua openly, to be precise, he signed the contract, but this time he was kicked out like this. It's too embarrassing.

"It's true that Carrey Rockefeller terminated his contract with Victor Fleming at Hitchcock's strong request last night." Gans picked up his life and took a sip of tea.

"Is Carrey Rockefeller's head problem? He should have seen that Hitchcock is excluding dissidents. Besides, since Victor Fleming joined the Thunder Dinghua Film Company, he has earned $400 for Thunder Dinghua with the film "The Lost Memory", and has also won two actors Huang Liushuang and Lawrence Oliver for Thunder Dinghua. Will Carrey Rockefeller want such a talent?" Griffith said.

I smiled and said, "There is nothing impossible. Who made Hitchcock the biggest in Leidianhua now? He is now the pillar of Leidianhua. He asked Victor Fleming to leave, who would stop him? Carrey Rockefeller was a businessman after all, and he was staring at interests. When interests were lost, he would only give up the small and protect the big ones. Which one is important, Hitchcock or Victor Fleming, I don't need to say that you don't even know."

Griffith nodded and sighed, "What a pity. Victor Fleming is a good talent."

"This is Lei Dianhua. The relationships between people in the company are maintained by interests, unlike us, relying on sincerity and friendship." I sighed, then suddenly remembered something and said to Gans: "Gens, does this Victor Fleming have any current situation?"

"Landing? I heard that after Lei Dinghua moved out, this guy hid in a villa on his own outside Hollywood, and closed his door to thank the guests. It seemed to be quite embarrassing." Gans looked at me, his lips curled up and said, "Boss, do you want to take him over?"

I smirked. The back looked at Griffith and said, "David, look at me taking him over, how about it?"

Griffith nodded constantly: "That's great, this guy is very skilled. If he can join our DreamWorks, he will naturally be unlucky."

"|How long will there be any problem? Besides, Carrey Rockefeller drove him out and we were on the move. Will Lei Dianhua have any objections to us?"

"Opinion?! Whether Carrey Rockefeller has any objection has nothing to do with us! I think it's going to make a move, and it's angering those bitches to death. Doing this is definitely a humiliation to Lei Dianhua!" Gans waved his hand vigorously.

"I value Victor Fleming very much, so I don't care about that much. David, do you think if I recruit him and give him "Friends" to film, will it be OK?" I pondered.

"Boss, do you want Victor Fleming to be the director of this TV series?!" Griffith stood up all of a sudden.

"Why. Can't it work?"

Griffith was anxious: "Not that's not possible. According to Victor Fleming's talent, it's perfect for him to be the director. But this TV series is very important for us DreamWorks. What if there is a problem with him? Who knows if he has an affair with Chaplin?"

Griffith's words made me laugh.

"I don't think Victor Fleming is a man like Hitchcock or Chaplin, otherwise he wouldn't have been driven out of Thunder Dinghua by Hitchcock." I shrugged.

Victor Fleming is a straight person and a stubborn person. It is worth it. Chaplin has had such a thing, and no one follows Chaplin, only he always has gratitude for Chaplin.

My words convinced Griffith to some extent.

"Gans, prepare the car." I stood up and put on my coat.

"Boss, you won't go to Victor Fleming now, right?" Gans opened his eyes wide.

"Of course it should be as early as possible. I'm afraid that this fat sheep will be eaten by someone else." I opened the door and walked out.

Hollywood West Side. Villa area.

I haven't been here for a long time. To be precise, I haven't been here since I married Lenny home.

When I was not married, I often sent Lenny home. Now that I have gotten married, this place has become a place that I miss.

The car was driving on the wide boulevard. On this road, Lenny and I were once laughing and laughing.

"There are many new buildings in this villa area." As soon as the car entered the villa area, I took a long breath.

"Who made the US economy so good? Especially this year, as long as you invest money in the stock market, you can make money any stock you buy. I heard that the wheat field securities company of Coolidge and Livermore has now had 4 billion yuan on hand." Gans said in the passenger seat in front.

He straightened up from his seat.

"3.5 billion yuan, that was two weeks ago. They invested a small investment in the middle and said they were fiddling with a big project. Coolidge and Livermore said they would have to take care of 8 billion yuan of funds before September, and then they washed their hands and stopped doing it." Gans turned his face and stuck out his tongue at me: "Boss, why do I think our Rockettrek consortium seems to be very rich."

This guy's words immediately made Griffith and I burst into laughter.

"The money in the stock market comes and goes quickly. And the US economy won't be like this.

There are so many bubbles to go there. Don’t talk about other things. Look at these houses. They are extremely expensive. How many people are there who actually moved in?” I pointed to a group of new villas in front of me and shook my head.

"Boss, you're right, I think the economy is a bit too much." Griffith nodded.

"So, when September comes, we will exchange all our money for gold, and it will be more stable." I smiled.

Several people were talking and laughing. The car turned around and soon stopped in front of a very unique building.

"Victor Fleming lives here?" I pointed to Xiaolou.

"Live here. It's not far from the villa in Marskolov. This villa is delivered by Kerry Rockefeller." Gans got up and was about to push open the car door. I stopped him.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"Didn't you see a lot of cars parked at the door? This means that there must be someone in Victor Fleming's home. Let's wait a little longer."

We waited in the car for about twenty minutes, and we saw a group of people coming out of the villa.

Marskolov, Adolf Chuck, Fox and Sam Warner.

The group of people walked in front with an awkward expression on their faces, followed by Victor Fleming.

"Boss, you are still powerful. These guys have indeed taken action!" Gans leaned down to avoid being seen by people outside.

"I've said a long time ago. These people will not let Victor Fleming goat goat. As expected, it was not as expected. But looking at their expressions, it seemed that this piece of meat was not eaten." Seeing the people's cars coming towards us, I quickly lay in the back seat.

"So they didn't sign Victor Fleming?" Gans's voice was filled with a hint of joy.

"Of course not. This kind of thing is best, one-on-one. Everyone can mention any conditions in person. A group of film company bosses gathered together and it would not be possible to talk about it. That's why I won't let you go in early." I looked at Gans.

Gans immediately made a convincing look.

After these people walked away, we got out of the car and walked to the small building.

A servant opened the door for us and brought us inside.

The villa is not large. When we entered, Victor Fleming was lying on a recliner on the lawn and basking in the sun.

As soon as he saw me, he quickly stood up.

"Mr. Corleon?! What did you think?!" Victor Fleming was full of surprise.

"If people like Marskolov can come, I can't come?" I laughed.

When Victor Fleming heard the name of Marskolov, he understood the purpose of my visit.

"Shame, ashamed." Victor Fleming sighed and shook his head.

"Victor, I have heard about you. I really feel sorry for Carrey Rockefeller. They have lost an excellent film talent." I sat opposite Victor Fleming and looked at the person in front of me. In just half a month, he obviously got much older.

"It's all Hitchcock who made trouble! If it weren't for this bitch, Mr. Chaplin wouldn't have lost his position as artistic director, and I wouldn't have been kicked out. And Van Punk, this guy is not a good guy either." When it comes to Hitchcock and Van Punk, Victor Fleming was so angry that he was so angry that he came out.

"Then do you have any plans now?" I whispered to Victor Fleming.

Victor Fleming looked at me and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Corleon, you have seen it too. Just now, companies such as MGM, Paramount, Fox, and Warner have all come to me to join their company and I refuse."

"Why refuse? Isn't it good?" I laughed.

Victor Fleming looked up at the clear sky and murmured: "I was so tired that I was tormented by Lei Dianhua. When I was recruited by Mr. Chaplin, I was ambitious. After filming "The Lost Memory", I thought I would walk on a bright road from now on, and where I would become like this. I never thought that the film company would be so intrigue. This is completely different from what I imagined."

"Mr. Fleming, you said that Lei Dianhua. Lei Dianhua is like this, but it does not mean that all major Hollywood film companies are like this." Gans was very dissatisfied after hearing Victor Fleming's words.

"It's all the same, companies like MGM, Paramount, and Warner are similar to those of Thunderbolt. I'm tired and don't want to make movies anymore, at least I don't want to make movies now." Victor Fleming looked at me and apologized: "Mr. Corleon, I know your purpose here. It seems that I can only say sorry to you."

Looking at Victor Fleming with a sad face, I laughed.

"Mr. Corleon, why are you laughing?" Victor Fleming was so guilty of being laughed at by me.

"I laughed at Victor Fleming, and she sighed like a woman. You are almost Chaplin. Chaplin fell countless times, but have you seen him fall into a slump? No, every time he finally got up. You won't be worse than him. Besides, the setbacks you encountered are not the same level as what he encountered. Fleming, you really disappointed me a little."

I looked down at Victor Fleming and found that this guy was flushed by my words.

"It's okay if you don't make movies. You can be calm and calm. But if you don't make movies, you have to find something to do. Have you figured out what to do after you have done it?" I picked up a flying saucer and started playing on the lawn.

"No. Not yet." Victor Fleming shook his head.

I threw out the last flying saucer in my hand, then turned to Victor Fleming and said, "Victor. I have one thing, one that will definitely be recorded in history for you. Will you do it?" I looked at Victor Fleming and smiled.

"Recorded in history," such words made Victor Fleming's eyes widen.

Looking at the curiosity and excitement flashing in his eyes, a stone in my heart fell to the ground.

This guy seems to be unable to escape.

For a filmmaker, who doesn’t want to do something that can be recorded in history? Even if you do one such thing in your life, it is enough.

"Mr. Corleon, I'm not making movies." Victor Fleming quickly got excited

Come over.

"Don't worry, I won't let you make movies, but let you make TV series." I walked to the lawn and picked up all the flying saucers scattered on it.

"TV series?!" Victor Fleming was stunned for this term.

"David, explain it to him." I waved my hand at Griffith.

Griffith told Victor Fleming in detail.

"How is it? Are you interested?" I threw the flying saucers on the ground and sat opposite Victor Fleming.
To be continued...