I looked at the onlookers and shouted loudly.

"Don't abandon!"

“We won’t abandon cans!”

"Don't abandon!" The fans shouted in shock.

"For a long time, I have been thinking about a question. Is it necessary to participate in this long-distance running plan? Before that, it was the best land horse in the west, respected by the people, and had no worries about food and drink. Is it necessary for such a horse to face the most difficult task? You must know that this task faces great danger and may make it doomed!"

I looked at the reporters from these major newspapers and the people holding canned posters high in their hands.

They looked at me and were very excited. Many people just bit their lips and were looking forward to me to continue talking.

Standing on the high steps of the hotel, I waved my arms vigorously: "Now, I will tell you my answer. I have never regretted making such a decision! I want to tell you that from the beginning, canned food was a winner. When he appeared on the racecourse as a bad horse and threw those purebred horses behind him, he was a winner! Because it gave us hope! It gave us confidence, and it made people like ourselves who are called waste by others to find confidence! It was like a ray of sunshine, warming our cold life and soul in such a dark age!"

"Tell me, will we abandon cans?"

I was excited.

"Won't!"

"No!" the poster on the head shouted again and again.

"Today. Here, in Topeka, I, Andre Corleon, declared firmly that as long as the can can still run, our long-distance running plan will not be cancelled! Regardless of whether the can can be recovered in the end, it will always be the hero of DreamWorks! DreamWorks people will always regard it as part of themselves! Cans will always be a member of DreamWorks!"

"Faith and hope. With canned food! Confidence and hope. With you! I hope our people can be like canned food. No matter in any difficult times, don't give up your inner hope, and don't give up your longing for future life!"

My words made many people nodded repeatedly, and the reporters even lowered their heads and took notes hard.

Then, looking at these people, I was silent for a while.

"Everyone, I will announce a news to the American people that my next movie will begin to be prepared for filming this week. The name of this movie is called "The Prancing Age", a story about a horse! A story of a waste horse gallops and struggles endlessly! I hope you can remember this horse and the name of this horse: it is called canned!"

"can!"

"can!"

“Our cans!”

And the reporters were all stunned.

None of them expected that I would suddenly announce my next movie at this time. For them, the news was really without any signs.

Not only these reporters, but also Digans and others beside me were all dumbfounded and stared at me.

Because before, when I was about my underground movie, I never told them, nor did I reveal much information.

This time, even they were shocked.

"The Pentium Age". Such a movie will become immortal because of canning!

I have this confidence!

For me, it was not an impulse to announce this news in front of these remembered people and in front of so many people.

In fact, my idea has long been ripe, and what I need to do now is just to find a proper opportunity to speak out.

And this moment is very suitable.

With so many media, so many people who support canned food, and having canned injuries, such a decision will be a complete affirmation for those who are reborn because of canned injuries.

Through this movie, DreamWorks also demonstrated its determination: no matter what, cans will always be cans! They will always be a symbol of hope and confidence!

This movie will inevitably allow the canned figure to stay in people's memory forever!

After meeting with the reporters and the people, a group of us entered the hotel.

As soon as he entered the elevator, Gans immediately squeezed me in the middle.

"Boss, what's the name of the movie you just said you were going to shoot??" Gans looked at me, his eyes almost opened.

"The Pentium Era." I smiled and pulled out a cigar, lit it, and sucked it.

"Boss, don't play us. "Pentium Age"?! When did you decide to give such a name? We don't know. Also, what did you say will start filming within this week. Boss, I have to remind you that you don't even have a script now!" Gans shouted.

The other people looked at me and showed the same expression.

I smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about the script. What you need to worry about is your own affairs. Soon, we will be busy. Everyone, this time, we will fight a beautiful counterattack! A big battle!"
Chapter completed!