It was his car. Twenty years ago, many people are familiar with this kind of car.

These old photos brought people to that era that had gone far away.

The music changed from string music to nostalgic brass music, with narration at the same time.

"People call this car a car that is suitable for everyone, and Henry Ford himself calls it a car for Volkswagen. It is simple and practical, like your sewing machine or a razor. You can learn to drive it in less than a day, and you can change its color at will..."

With these narrations, the pictures appear on the picture are photos of people from different places driving Fords, all in black and white photos without any color.

Such a shot surprised many people. They might think that the first shot would see cans. And there were photos of Ford cars in front of them, which made them feel incredible.

"Is this an advertisement?" A voice came from behind me, Alfred Hitchcock, who was sent by Thunderbolt Film Company to attend the premiere.

The guy's voice was full of mockery.

George V turned to look at me, obviously he also found it strange.

I just smiled at him and signaled him to continue watching.

On the screen, the narration continued: "Ford built the first Model T-car, and it took 13 hours to equip it..."

What appears on the screen is an old photo of Ford assembling the first Model T. This makes Ford behind me laugh happily.

"Five years later, he was able to produce a car every ninety seconds. Then, he invented the assembly line..."

The picture shows a scene from a factory workshop, with rows of workers standing on assembly lines working, and cars parked in the parking lot.

"All industries have adopted this approach, tailors have become buttons, furniture makers have become handles, the starting point and focus of imagination occur at the same time, and dreams are coming at any time..."

The picture follows the ground, and there are photos of New York and Los Angeles city areas, covering the sky with crowds of people. The road is crowded with vehicles, and a prosperous situation.

"Golden Age, Golden Age..." Henry Ford screamed softly behind me, and many people who heard him laughed.

Henry Ford was right. For them, that era was indeed the golden age.

After these still photos appeared, the movie began to enter the plot. The subtitles that emerged were: "New York, 1910".

Close-up, a pair of hands wiping the wheels, strong and powerful, and the movements are quick. The sounds around are noisy, as if it was the workshop, and there was a jingle machine running.

The camera slowly moved upwards, and what entered the camera was a work outfit, arm with sleeves, chin, and mouth with cigarette in it. Finally, it was a mid-scene shot.

A man has a clear face.

"Wow!" The man's face made the audience exclaim in an instant.

"Mr. Corleon!" A child's voice came from a distance.

That's my face.

Panoramic shot, a very small workshop, the machine is running, and the man is wearing a work outfit and bows his head to work. Then a man with the boss looks in, throws a bunch of rims at him, and tells him that all of these rims are not qualified. The mid-scene shot, the man named Howard stares blankly out the window and squints his eyes.

Tightened, the picture suddenly changed a lot. The mid-scene lens suddenly turned into a panoramic lens, and the dark and noisy workshop suddenly turned into a bright and vast prairie.

There were towering peaks in the distance, with green grass growing on the ground, and a horse was running from a distance, obviously a cowboy.

There is a huge difference between these two lenses, whether in terms of scene, tone, or in terms of color contrast. Putting them together, a great visual illusion suddenly arises.

Some of the filmmakers next to me, such as Marskolov and others, were a little confused on the spot.

"Andre, you are Ford Motor Company, and then you are a factory workshop. Now there are cowboys again. What's going on?" Marskolov pulled me and squeezed his eyes.

Indeed, such shots jump a little fast, and it is difficult to understand Marskolov, who is used to the gentle narrative of causality and effect, in a short time.

Marskolov was a little confused, and the others were even more confused.

George V stared at the screen, his eyes almost glaring out.

"Continue to watch, keep watching." I didn't reveal anything and laughed.

On the screen, the picture always remains at a distance angle. The horse in the distance ran over, and the music sounded at the closest to the picture. The cheerful and free sound of the bronze flute was perfectly matched with the vast and free background.

The camera moves upwards into the middle scene, and the denim enters the picture.

"Kava?" Marskolov shouted softly.

"Frame!" The cowboys activate the reins and galloped towards the distance. The music rose and a group of wild horses entered the picture. They ran in the sun, their manes fluttered, and their skin turned shiny, which was extremely handsome.

In aerial shots, cowboys waving ropes and running into wild horses. The background is a vast prairie, and the whole picture is extremely magnificent.

"Spectacular! Spectacular!" Malskolov, beside me, suddenly stood up. As a man who regarded himself as a western man, this picture was exactly what he liked.

Not only him, but almost everyone was lit up by this camera.

And looking at their enchanting expressions, I laughed.
Chapter completed!