"A few years ago, there was a movie premiered in this square, which became the source of the civil rights movement. Last year, on the square in Indianapolis, there was a movie called the Torch DreamWorks of the Statue of Liberty, which became the most powerful weapon to promote American progress again and again. Mr. Corleon, who is known as the conscience of the American public and society. With his companions, he used movies as weapons to charge towards all darkness and ignorance! The United States needs such a spirit, especially in difficult times!"

"This year is the darkest moment in the United States and even the world. America is immersed in tears and blood. At this critical moment, it is DreamWorks and Hollywood, which lit up the torch of freedom and led the people out of the darkness and out of the abyss!"

"We can only say thank you! We are proud and proud to have such a place and such a group of people! We will surely succeed under the leadership of this torch! We will definitely strangle the throat of the God of Darkness and throw it all over the Pacific!"

"Hollywood lasts forever! Hollywood is immortal! Hollywood is long live Hollywood!"

Hoover stood on the platform and raised his clenched fist hard!

"Hollywood lasts forever!"

“Hollywood is immortal!”

"Long live Hollywood!"

The people were shouting loudly, and Hollywood filmmakers in the VIP area stood up together. They cheered loudly with the people, and many people whispered their tears while shouting.

At this time, my heart was filled with pride and pride. How I wanted those Wall Street consortium owners who had bad intentions towards Hollywood to see such a scene.

How could they be able to endanger such a Hollywood, such a Hollywood with great pride, and such a united Hollywood? Hoover's speech completely boosted the atmosphere on the scene. After the speech, Hoover looked at me, stretched out his hand to me, and signaled me to go up.

Walking up to the platform, coming to the microphone, looking at the crowds in front of the audience, I held the microphone's hand and trembled for a moment.

This moment reminded me of the scenes when "Imperial Hotel" premiered and the intense scenes at that time.

There was silence in the audience, countless eyes staring at me, looking forward to it.

They waited for me to speak. Many people covered their chests.

"Ladies and gentlemen, here a few years ago, we started the free movement. That sport was related to hope, it ignited the ground fire, and it still shone on our feet. After a few years, we are also doing something related to hope."

My words make people think.

"President Hoover was right just now. 1929 was definitely the saddest year in American history. Whether it was the people or the country, whether it was the poor or the wife, whether it was white or the people of color, without exception, in an instant, we all fell into hell."

"Among you, some people have lost the fruits of their lives overnight, some have fallen from the top of society and become beggars. You see death. When you see tears, you lower your heads and give up your fate."

"You are displaced, you are poor and chatting, you are crying in tears, you are weeping."

"A few months ago, I saw you start to hold your head up. I started gritting my teeth and starting from scratch. A few months ago, I saw someone entering at the door of the Los Angeles Stock Exchange Center with his head up again, and I also saw your hard work in ruins from San Francisco to New York!"

"Can anyone tell me what made you change like this!"

I looked at the audience in the audience and asked loudly.

"Can! Of course it's can!"

Not far away, a young black man stood up, shouted loudly, and waved the poster with canned avatars in his hand.

His answer immediately caused an aggregation effect. People in the entire square shouted.

"Can! Our cans!"

"Can! Our cans!"

Listening to the shouts from the audience and looking at the excited faces below, I smiled knowingly.

"Yes, it's canned! A short and ugly horse! A abandoned horse! A bad horse that no one thinks it will lead to competitions on the field! But now it leaves the best thoroughbred horse from all states in the country far behind!"

"From Los Angeles to New York, across the entire United States, it has been running! Using its running, telling us that even a bad horse has dreams and a moment to fly!"

"From Los Angeles to New York, one racecourse after another witnessed its glory. It encountered setbacks again and again, and stood up again and again! Canned! A bad horse is also the hope and hero in the minds of all of us!"

I waved my arms hard and my body trembled.

"can!"

"Our hero!"

"Our hope!"

The shouts of the people resounded through the sky.

Amid the shouts, George V, Hindenburg and others who were sitting in the front row were all stunned.

They may not have imagined that Americans in the economic crisis have such passion in their hearts.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow, Can will complete its final battle in New York! It faces one of its most powerful opponents, a Share horse racing with a height of more than 2 meters, named God of War!"

"I was told that the chances of winning cans would be very small. The owner of the Sharma even made a bet with me that if the cans lost, I would bow my head to present his horse with the award!"

"I made this bet with him! For hope! For dreams!"

"I not only made a bet with him, but I also told him, tell everyone that cans will win! And they will definitely win!"

"If someone asks me why I am so confident, I will tell him that canning is not running again by itself, and thousands of people across the United States hold it to fly! Nothing can win it, because it is the hope of everyone! It is the dream of everyone!"

I pointed to a canned poster hanging next to me and roared like a lion.

"Let that tall horse go hell! Canned food will win!"

“Cans will win!”

"Cans will win!" He was raised high, like an endless forest.

"Tonight, you will see a movie! A movie about running! A movie about dreams! A movie about hope!"

"I hope that when you are in this movie venue, you will leave this square with confidence! I hope that when you turn around, you will say to your friends around you; Hi, man, we can run as well as we can run."

"I hope that many years later, when you are old, your grandson comes over and asks you what canned food is, you won't tell him that it is a food! You will take out a poster, a poster of a horse running desperately, and point at the horse to tell your grandson. That's canned food, that's hope!"

"hope!"

"hope!

"hope!"

The sounds caused by the people were rising higher than the next, as if the thunder was rolling above the sky!

"Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you can be proud of being born in this era! A bad horse can fly in the age! I hope you can remember what 1900 said: Persevere, never give up, and you will see the light!"

"I hope you can wipe your tears and raise your heads! I hope you can face suffering with a smile, support each other, support each other, move towards the light, and move towards dreams!"

"bright!"

"dream!"

People followed me, raising their fists and shouting in unison.

Under the bright lights, in front of me is a turbulent ocean, this ocean is surging, unable to calm down or conquer!

"bright!"

"dream!"

I even saw George V standing up, waving his arms with the people around him, roaring at the top of his lungs. Adolf Hitler, not far away, was filled with tears!

The audience shouted loudly, lasting for more than ten minutes before gradually calming down. After returning to my seat, I nodded to Yassel behind me.

Yassel stood up, made a gesture, and a snap. The searchlights of all sizes around the square were turned off at the same time.

The originally bright crowded square suddenly fell into a huge dark place.

No one spoke, not even the sound of coughing, only breathing could be heard vaguely, as if the waves of the sea were quietly slamming the embankment.

But you can feel your heartbeat, the heartbeat of more than 100,000 people, the same pulse, the same excitement and expectation.

Bang!

A beam of light hit the huge screen, like a flash of lightning breaking through the darkness.

On the screen, a red dragon rose among the vines. Therefore, at the same time, the magnificent factory logo music of DreamWorks sounded.

"Dreamworks, DreamWorks!" George V stared at the screen and grabbed my sleeve.

The word "Dreamworks." echoes the words of many audience members, like a mantra.

After the factory logo faintly passed, the screen was dark. Subtitles slowly emerged in the darkness.

This subtitle is not an ordinary credits.

"I would like to offer this film to Todd Browning, Rudolph Van Lentino, Leibs Piret and those who have been devoured by the black waves! We will not forget you, we will raise our heads and move forward with hope and faith.

This subtitle immediately made me sob sound behind me. Among them are Todd Browning's wife and other Hollywood filmmakers.

It can be said that the names that appear on the screen are the eternal pain of Hollywood.

This subtitle also instantly put the square in a painful atmosphere.

Then the screen gradually brightened, and it was the saddle immersed in the darkness. Subtitles began to appear:

"Screenwriter: Andre Corleon, Photography: Berg, Composer: Andre Morricone, Porter, Starring: Andre Corleon, Garbo, Cava, House... Associate Director: Bresson, Stiller, Director: Andre Corleon" These subtitles, when they floated next to the saddle, George V, who was sitting next to me, was reading it one by one. This British king paid more attention to this movie than anyone else.

At the end of the subtitle, a huge line of titles occupied most of the screen, which was the name of the movie: The Pentium Age.

The screen gradually lost focus and fell into darkness again.

There is a faint music, and the melodious string music is bright and warm. With a hint of excitement, it is very lyrical, like a warm spring breeze blowing on the face, with nostalgic meaning, making people tremble inside.

Andrea Morricone's music is as textured as the Mediterranean sunshine.

Then, what appears in the camera is an old photo, a photo of an old Ford.

This photo made Henry Ford, who was sitting behind me, suddenly scream: "Isn't that my car?"
To be continued...