I haven't been on the NYSE for a long time because it's completely messed up there.

After comforting the people who had lost confidence in a desperate situation, I took Livermore and others to leave the exchange.

When we got into the car and moved forward little by little in the crowd, it suddenly started to rain heavily in the gloomy sky.

It was the end of October and the weather had already cooled down.

The cold rain poured down, and it was vast.

But none of those people ran away.

They stood in the cold rain, looking up at the direction of the New York Stock Exchange with their heads raised. They were waiting for good news to come there, even if it was a rumor.

These people were trembling in the heavy rain, their faces were pale and their lips were purple and blue, very pitiful.

If you didn’t witness it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that these people were hailed as “the happiest generation in America” the day before. It is also hard to imagine that one day ago, this place was still a paradise, with singing and laughing everywhere, singing and dancing everywhere, but it instantly turned into hell!

You just sigh.

Besides sighing, there is also sighing.

"It's so terrible. It's so terrible. Although I know the stock market will collapse, I never thought that things would turn out like this!" Livermore, who had experienced all his life's tragedy, also lowered his head.

The car drove forward little by little in the crowd, and we were cruelly forced to look at these miserable scenes.

On the road, tragedies were everywhere. Some people committed suicide, and many people committed suicide together. The police first tried to stop them and tried to maintain order, but later, some of the police also pointed the gun at their heads and pulled the trigger.

The lost child stood in the street and cried, while the old man sat under the glass window next to the street with his knees in his arms, motionless and empty eyes.

A man in a suit and ties was selling his car to people at the corner of a street.

There was a huge sign hanging on the car. It read a line of words: "I was still a millionaire for a few hours, and now I have become a pauper. If this car is sold, you can drive away for $100!"

And his car is a new car just launched by Ford Motor Company, worth $4,000.

A shop owner painted a few big words on the door of a shop next to the street: "This store was closed due to errors. The reason for the error is well known."

Such pictures are everywhere.

At the end, everyone in the car chose to roll up the window.

When the car returned to the Lockettke TV station's branch hotel in New York, it was already evening.

We returned to the room, sat on the sofa without saying anything, just staring at each other in a daze.

"Boss, Mr. Coolidge called you not long ago." The hotel waiter told me.

I nodded, then picked up the phone and dialed the company's office number.

"Andre, did someone commit suicide on the New York Stock Exchange?" The first thing Coolidge said to me made me not know how to answer.

"There are many. It's so miserable." I was silent for a long time before I squeezed out three sentences, and then asked back: "Where is the other side of Los Angeles?"

"From the opening of the morning to the closing, nearly 200 people committed suicide within five hours." Coolidge seemed to be muttering to himself: "It's so miserable, so miserable. The whole of Los Angeles was filled with crying, and many people fainted on the spot. The hospital was crowded, and now the situation is in some time and space, and riots have begun. Many people smashed and smashed everywhere, and some have let the burn shops go."

Although Coolidge's words were as expected, I still closed my eyes very sadly.

If the tragic situation in New York shocked me, then the incident in Los Angeles will make me feel stinging.

My feelings for Los Angeles are far higher than my feelings for New York.

What's more, in my mind, Los Angeles has always been a happy and prosperous place, and even the people there are much more adorable than the people in other parts of the United States.

But now, there has become another hell.

Suddenly, I was very grateful that I was in New York at this time.

Because if I saw the tragic situation in Los Angeles with my own eyes, I really don’t know what to do.

"Andre, there is one thing I want to tell you." Coolidge's voice suddenly became heavy.

From his voice, I heard ominousness and sorrow.

"What news?" I sat upright in the chair.

Intuition tells me that this will be bad news.

Coolidge, who was silent for a while on the other end of the phone, then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Todd Browning, committed suicide."

"What!?" I stood up suddenly, and my head buzzed loudly.

At the same time, dizziness came. If Kava and Darren Oliver were not holding me together, I would have fallen to the ground!

Todd Browning commits suicide!

This news is like a bolt from the blue!

"Andre! Andre!" Coolidge shouted my name anxiously from the other side of the phone.

"Why did Todd Browning commit suicide? Why!?" I shouted loudly, holding the microphone.

"You don't know the development of Bivorglaf Film Company over the years. If you can't make good movies, the company's operations have also been problematic. The scale of the industry is getting smaller and smaller, and the debt is high. That guy Todd Browning did a big thing this time without hiding it from us. He mortgaged the entire Bivorglaf Film Company and invested all the money he earned into the stock market. He originally wanted to make a fortune and help Bivorglaf make a comeback, but he didn't expect such a thing to happen. This bitch is so secretive about doing things. I only knew about this after he committed suicide! Otherwise, he would definitely stop him!"

After listening to Coolidge's words, I fell into the chair.

I didn't listen to anything Coolidge said later. At this time, my mind was full of Todd Browning's face.

When I first entered Hollywood, the bosses of those big film companies didn’t pay much attention to me at the beginning. Even after the filming of "Lust and Caution", many people still thought that Andre Corleon was a native of a bun and a nouveau riche.

At that time, the first person to take the initiative to treat me as a friend was Todd Browning.

I still remember how he walked up to me in a plaid suit and a glass of red wine.

He raised his cup to me and said shyly: "Mr. Corleon, you made a good movie! Todd Browning. I'm glad to know you."

At that time, although he had declined than Vograf, the lean camel was bigger than a horse. As the boss of such a company, he did not look down on me at all.

Later, he attended the premiere of all my movies, giving me the greatest support in filming and public opinion.

Even when I was in deep trouble, during the time when I fell out with Paramount, during the confrontation between DreamWorks and Rockefeller, and during the time when even Marskolov did something sorry for me, Todd Browning was always my best friend, and Bivograf, and always the most determined ally of DreamWorks.

I still remember the way that Todd Browning was drunk after the premiere of "Brave Heart". [Baidu: Wanjuan Bookstore]

He put his arms around my shoulders and patted his chest and said to me, "Andre, do you know? I really envy you, envy you for being able to make such a good movie! You are so lucky that God favors you so much!"

"I don't have much artistic talent, and I can't compare to those of Marskolov in my business. So I can't make any good movies. The company is managed by me so hard to survive. But I like movies. Really, I like movies than anyone in Hollywood."

"I just want to make movies well. I'm going to shoot until I die. I just want to keep the brand of Bivorglaf and to keep this old film company alive in Hollywood. Everything I do is for this wish."

"Andre, I really love Hollywood and movies. In my opinion, nothing in the world is more worth cherishing than this. Because there is art here and my ideals! For this, I can pay any price, even my life!"

Todd Browning is not a top-notch director in movies. His level is even the best among the many directors in Hollywood.

He is not a genius who runs a film company, and is far inferior to those of Marskolov, Adolfo Chuck, and even Robert Keane, the owner of the celebrity film company, is better than him.

But in terms of sincerity in movies and Hollywood, I'm afraid there are few people in Hollywood who can compare to him.

He said this and did so.

Every time, as long as it involves the interests of Bivorglaf Film Company and the future and development of Hollywood, he will stand up hard and stand behind me and support me with all his strength, even if his power is not so strong.

This is a real pure filmmaker who dedicated his life to the old film company Bivograf to Hollywood.

But now, he chose to commit suicide!

How could I accept this?

"Andre, Todd Browning came to see you at DreamWorks at around twelve o'clock today." Coolidge's voice became a little choked: "He drove over alone, his face was a little pale and his hair was a little messy. He went straight to the office, and I was the only one inside. He was stunned when he saw me, and then asked me where you were."

"I told him that you had something to go out and went to New York. Todd Browning pulled me and asked with great concern: Calvin, do you know that the stock market collapsed today? I said I know."

"Todd Browning then asked: You DreamWorks will not be a problem this time, right? I smiled and said it's okay. Todd Browning then asked: Andre will not be a problem, right? I said there will not be a problem."

"Then Todd Browning smiled, he nodded and said, "Then I'll feel relieved. Then he sat in your chair for a while, then wrote you a letter and left in your drawer."

"When I left, I didn't notice anything wrong with him. At dinner time, his wife came over and said that Todd Browning left DreamWorks and drove the car to the bottom of the back mountain in Hollywood, and committed suicide by swallowing a gun inside the car."

Coolidge's narrative made my eyes burst into tears, and finally I finally burst into tears.

As an old friend, I know better than anyone why he went to DreamWorks to find me after he had decided to commit suicide.

In Todd Browning's heart, he always regarded DreamWorks and me as Hollywood hopes.

Many times, he said to me seriously: "Andre, Hollywood is no longer the Hollywood he used to be. The original Hollywood was a Hollywood that only cared about art and film quality, and now it is becoming more and more stinking. I understand. The chaebols on Wall Street, especially the Rockefeller Consortium, have never given up on annexing this place." "The only thing that can drive them out. The banner of freedom over Hollywood is DreamWorks, only you. Without you, and without DreamWorks, Hollywood will sooner or later become a Wall Street money printing machine. And that is a terrible thing than the sky falling!"

After the stock market collapsed, after the dream of desperate shattering, and after the decision to commit suicide, Todd Browning's only concern was not his family, nor Bivograf, but DreamWorks and me!

He was worried that DreamWorks would suffer losses in this stock market, and that DreamWorks and I would be in a slump. He was worried that Hollywood's cornerstone would be shaken.

For him, this is the last place he wants to see.

So he ran over to find me. After getting a satisfactory reply, he could get on the road with confidence!

As for why I chose to commit suicide on the back mountain in Hollywood, I think only I can understand why Todd Browning did this.

Because on the back mountain of Hollywood, I fell asleep and symbolized the white land of Hollywood.

Once, Todd Browning and I were chatting in the Hollywood City Government building, and at that time, he and I took the movie to the trial.

We were smoking on the rooftop. While talking about movies, I pointed to the huge white lines on the back mountain and said to Todd Browning: "Do you believe it? In a few decades, those words will become symbols of Hollywood! This place will become a holy place for world movies?!"

Todd Browning just smiled, and he looked at the advertising board on the back mountain that was originally produced by a builder in order to promote the good residential community.

"Andre, I believe it! Of course I believe it! Not only do I believe this place will become a holy place for the world's film site, but I also believe that in decades every filmmaker working here will be proud of that line of big words!"
To be continued...