Huge quiet.

The young people looked at me with firm eyes and trust!

"Of course not!"

At this critical moment, a voice came over, and it was so inconsistent in the silence.

I know who this person is without looking at it.

Franklin Roosevelt, a ghostly existence.

"Andre Corleon, why are you so sure!? If they put down their weapons, they are the lambs to be slaughtered! Who will give them fair explanations?"

"Andre Corleon, everyone knows that the current Governor Truman is your person, and everyone knows that President Rutman is your friend. Why do you guarantee that you are not fooling these young people for their benefit??"

Roosevelt was sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed onto the podium. He looked at me with his eyes provocative.

This is the first time I have seen him so confident and aggressive after confronting him so many times.

"My children, have you forgotten who shot you?? Have you forgotten how their bullets took away the lives of your companions!? Have you forgotten your dignity trampled on them?! Have you forgotten the oppression you were!? Have you forgotten your blood and tears!?"

"You should not forget! You should fight! Use the gun in your hands! Use your anger to burn out all injustice and darkness!"

Roosevelt snatched my microphone and screamed hysterically.

He was intoxicated, as if he had already expected that after he could speak such a series of extremely inflammatory words, he would receive a vast response. This was what he enjoyed the most.

But this time, he was disappointed.

None of these young people responded to his words. They just looked at him, their eyes marveled.

"Franklin Roosevelt. I think you can get off this podium! You are not qualified to stand there at all!" At this time, an extremely loud voice came from the crowd!

The voice, like a loud slap in the face, slapped Roosevelt hard in the face, making him extremely embarrassed and ugly.

When I saw that figure, my originally nervous mood suddenly relaxed.

A man strode to the podium. Although his hair was a little messy and his clothes were a little ragged, he had scorching eyes!

"Professor Einstein!"

"Professor Einstein then!"

The young people started to scream.

Not bad, it's Albert Einstein, my old friend.

If he hadn't appeared here, I would have forgotten that he would have taught at Caltech now.

From the students' popularity with him, it can be seen that Einstein was highly respected by students at the California Institute of Technology.

He strode to the podium and pulled the microphone from Roosevelt.

"College students at Caltech, I am Einstein! The man you usually call a madman. These days, all the teachers in the college have left, only I stayed, and I stood with you. I fought with you. Facing the police with you and facing the evil bullets of the police! I know you are angry and sad! In this regard, I am completely on your side! Do you want to hear me say something??"

"think!"

"Professor Einstein, tell me!"

There were cheers from the audience.

"You are all familiar with this person standing before you. What I want to remind you is that he is known as the Civil Rights Movement of Conscience in American society and the public, the Reformation, the Indian incident, the Veteran incident, etc. In a series of things, you can all know what kind of person he is! If anyone in this world can make me trust without reservation, except God, there is only Mr. Corleon!"

"There have been so many things, so many miserable things, and angry things these days. These things should not be yours! In the past few days, aren't you those who cry secretly? Aren't you those who are afraid of you?"

"You should put down your weapons and follow Mr. Corleon to fight for what belongs to you in another rational way! It is not killing, not setting fire, but the rights given to you by this country!"

"Some people, on the surface, seem to be standing with you. They are for your own good, but in fact, they are inspiring you and using you to achieve their own goals! Are you willing to be a tool for such people!?"

Einstein confessed that Roosevelt was next to him, and Roosevelt's expression was very unnatural when he exposed it.

"This country is already in chaos, we can't stand the tossing! You can also feel what kind of life we ​​live after the outbreak of the economic crisis. Now, I hope you can cherish it, put down your guns for this country and for this land." My voice trembled.

"We believe in Mr. Corleon!"

"We believe in Mr. Corleon!"

The rows of people in front put down their weapons.

Hulala. Hulalala.

The sound of weapons falling to the ground is coming one after another.

I want to thank Einstein. This time, he helped me a lot.

This guy with messy hair shouted at the students in front of him in the fire. With my last efforts, these students finally put down their weapons.

Looking at the tired faces, I let out a long sigh.

As long as they put down their weapons, everything will be easy. At least the chaos will not expand.

"Mr. Corleon, I want to ask, these young people have put down their weapons, I want to know what you are going to do?" Some people cannot give up easily.

Roosevelt looked at me and licked his lips.

This question is also the concern of these young people in front of you.

They looked at me and waited for my answer.

I turned around and looked at Harry Truman.

He understood what I meant, walked over quickly, took the microphone.

"The California government will set up a special handling team, and I personally serve as the person in charge. We will conduct a public and fair review of this matter, severely punish those who fired the gun. At the same time, we will regulate the school's education methods. In short, the California government will give you justice."

Harry Truman's words made these young people burst into warm applause.

Roosevelt smiled, he looked at me and said weirdly: "Mr. Corleon, this is just a promise from the California government. What I want to know is, what will you do myself?"

This guy won't let me go easily.

"I will join hands with people from all walks of life to protest to the federal government, demanding that they cancel all threats and suppression against students and return to normal school classes." I shrugged.

"That's all, that's not enough." Roosevelt was sarcastic.

Looking at him, I laughed: "Mr. Roosevelt, the root of this huge chaos is the way of education in American universities. I will shoot a movie to tell these people how to treat these young people."

My words made thunderous applause appear again in the audience.

An hour later, police officers who had been stationed outside Barcelona drove in. This time, no one brought guns, they took off all the weapons such as batons, and even took off their police uniforms. They drove into the California Institute of Technology to help the students evacuate and provide them with food and clothes.

The students cooperate very well. These days, many people have been living in a highly nervous state of mind. Once they relax, they show unprecedented fragility and fatigue. They are hungry and chat and laugh in front of a big pot. They have restored their own life. Among these young people, many of them are in ragged clothes, and many policemen even took off their clothes and handed them to them. The relationship between the police and these young people is very harmonious.

"Mr. Governor, where is the police? It's completely different from the police in Barcelona." Einstein asked Trumandao.

"These police are policemen from Hollywood, they are the best policemen in California." Truman laughed.

I laughed too. I don’t know yet that these people are subordinates of my second brother.

Our trip this time made the chaos at Caltech well controlled and resolved. Soon, our entire process at Caltech, including my confrontation with Roosevelt on the podium, spread throughout the United States through CBS, NBC and Lockettke TV shows. This caused a huge response in the middle of the states.

The next day, the riot occurred, and all states followed the California government and made decisions similar to those of the California government. A large number of police officers without weapons entered the campus, and the students also put down their weapons and began to cooperate with the evacuation. The chaotic situation was effectively alleviated.

Of course, it is not ruled out that there are extreme groups of young people in some places. Yale University is the strongest fortress. While the national commotion is declining, the young people at Yale University still have no intention of giving up. They declared to the outside world that they must see the federal government make a public statement before they can put down their weapons before they can release the film of Andre Corleon.

Many people support them. The entire Yale University has become a nail. About 3,000 students stayed in this school and still chose to confront each other.

These two conditions are impossible to give up. So the public opinion's eyes suddenly focused on two people. One is US President Rootman and the other is me.

Not long after, I personally drafted a letter of protest with Coolidge. In this letter, we asked the federal government to make a statement and deal with it. Except for me, all famous Hollywood filmmakers signed the signatures on it, and this long letter was also strongly sponsored by all walks of life, so many celebrities in society rushed to sign their names on it, such as Einstein.

The long letter was quickly submitted to the federal government. After receiving the letter, President Rootman quickly convened a meeting and responded quickly.

The federal government decided to set up a national emergency handling committee to investigate the riots caused by nationwide, severely punish the murderers, and give students a satisfactory response. At the same time, the relevant education departments began to seriously think about the issues of university education and actively formulated a series of rules and regulations.

The situation began to move in a very favorable direction, which is what the people of the United States hope to see.

However, in this process, some disharmonious voices also appeared. The loudest one was the so-called presidents' alliance of universities.

After this incident, these American universities clearly felt that the government would definitely introduce policies that were unfavorable to them. Therefore, they formed a president's alliance. In fact, to put it bluntly, these schools formed an organization in unison. They said that their educational methods have been passed down for a long time. When this country was not established, they were already implementing such educational methods.

"Say there is something wrong with our education method?! Don't look at it. The most famous university in the world is in the United States. Whether it is Harvard or Yale, it is a pearl that has emerged under this educational method! Andre Corleon said that there is something wrong with our education method, so let him tell us a so-called good education method to show us! Joke! If this education method that has been passed down for hundreds of years, I bet that the glorious history of American universities will end there! If the university collapses, it will be impossible to produce any wise leaders, nor will it produce elites from all walks of life. This is the biggest crime against the United States!" A president of this federal faced the media. In fact, it is aggressive.

These doubts, these discordant voices, including the statement from a Yale student, have brought the whole country's attention to me.

They wanted to see what actions Andre Corleon would do to respond to these voices this time.

I've been very busy these days.

And I'm busy with one thing, that is to write scripts.

I am just a movie shooter, not a president, nor a university president, nor an educator. Therefore, my weapon to fight back is a movie! And it can only be a movie.

"Boss, have you locked yourself in the office these days. Have you finished writing?" Gans pushed open the office door and brought me some food.

"The last sentence is over." I typed the last line of words on the typewriter, then let out a long breath, lying in the chair with bitterness and happiness." I rubbed my numb arms and twisted my stiff body.

"It's finished!?" Gans put down the food, pulled the script, and then he ran to the balcony and waved to the bottom.

A group of people rushed into my office, and it seemed that they had been waiting for a long time.

"Death Poetry Society!? Why does this name look like a horror movie?" Munau read the name on the script, with a strange expression on his face.

"Monau, you Germans don't understand our American culture at first sight." Griffith patted Muno on the shoulder and smiled: "Where is the name of a horror movie to bring to the poetry club, this name is clearly the name of a secret university club."
To be continued...