I did not choose the wrong successor.

The coffin stopped in front of the DreamWorks gate for a while.

This is where Munau worked and lived, and the honor he brought to the company. He brought good movies. He also received honors and respects from here.

Now let him stay here for a while.

Time, slower, slower.

The gate of DreamWorks was opened, and from here you can see any place inside. At the gate, the black flag was roaring in the wind, and there was silence around it.

Ten minutes later, the coffin was lifted again and marched towards the back mountain.

On the top of the mountain, DreamWorks cemetery was already full of mourning people.

The neat and flat cemetery was full of green grass, and there was already a row of graves. There was an extra tomb in the place near Lao Gis.

The soil had just been turned out from the ground, and there was a smell of grass in the air.

Maria I began to recite the prayer, and under her guidance, Munau's coffin was slowly placed in the middle of the tomb.

Gans walked over and took out a bag from the bag. The fat man walked over. After the two of them pulled apart, a huge red dragon flag appeared in front of everyone.

On it, there were densely written with the signatures of everyone in DreamWorks, everyone!

Then, the flag was covered on the coffin of Munau. It was the honor that every DreamWorksman deserved.

The melodious sound of the Scottish bagpipes sounded again. Under my leadership, the DreamWorksmen shoveled the soil while crying. The pieces of soil fell on the coffin of Munnau, making a thudding sound, like a hammer hitting our bones.

The funeral started at 10 a.m. and ended at 3 p.m., solemn and grand. Since then, the main director of DreamWorks has been buried under this loess.

After the funeral, the sky was gloomy and it suddenly rained heavily.

The heavy rain poured each of us into a chicken, but not many people were willing to leave immediately.

We stood in the rain, standing in front of Munau's grave, without saying a word, staring at him, and our hearts were empty.

After the funeral, I returned home.

Leni and the others knew that I was in a bad mood and were very concerned.

"Andrey, Munau is gone, everyone is sad, but you are the backbone of DreamWorks, you can't collapse. At this time, it is the time when everyone is depressed. If you don't cheer up and be a role model, it will inevitably have a bad impact on everyone. Now they are filming movies. If things are delayed because of this matter, I think Munau doesn't want to see them either." Leni handed it to me with a cup of hot tea, and then thoughtfully came beside me.

This little woman is much more mature now.

"I understand. I know." I turned around and looked at Leni's suffocating smile under the light, and smiled.

"Dad, dad, look at my works! Look at my works!" Yagalo stumbled over, holding a small film box that was extremely inconsistent with him.

"What is this?" I asked.

"Last night he was clamoring to make movies. We couldn't resist him, so we had to get a mini camera for him. This film is your son's masterpiece." Holkina said while shook her head.

Looking at the stuttering Agalo, I laughed.

I took him into my arms, then opened the box, and there was indeed a small piece of film inside, which probably took two or three minutes.

"Who rinsed him?" I asked.

"Who else can you, Berg?" Leni said while teasing Agalo.

"Agalo, why do you think of making a movie?" I asked.

The little guy is only a few years old and he has this idea.

"Mom said that Uncle Munau is the director. Dad is very sad because after Uncle Munau goes to bed, no one will make a movie for you. I will shoot, I can shoot." Agalo sat on my lap and muttered.

My son's words made me feel unreasonably warm.

"How do you shoot the ground?" I asked.

"Photo with the machine." Agalo's words made me laugh again.

"I held him and turned on the machine for him. He hugged the machine for two minutes. I don't know what I was photographing. Just mess around." Holgina looked at us and smiled.

"Okay, okay, gather the whole family to appreciate the masterpiece of our great director Agelo Corleon!" I greeted.

The family was suddenly busy, and the projector brought by the housekeeper Hege, and then the family sat upright in the living room.

Yagelo stared at the wall opposite, very excited, dancing.

This guy is much better than me. He is only a few years old and has a premiere.

"Go to start." I nodded to Heg.

Hege carefully placed the film in the projector. With the sound of hula-la-rotating, pictures began to appear on the wall opposite.

This "movie" is a long shot, less than two minutes. But our whole family watched it very seriously.

First there was a gloomy sky, with buildings on both sides, and a skylight appeared in the middle. The petals slowly fell from the sky, and then the camera moved down. There was a crowd. There was a road. Then the coffin entered the picture from the right. The petals fell on the coffin, and the ground was fluttering. The coffin slowly walked out of the camera. The camera finally frozen on the wall of the church opposite. There was this cross on the wall.

This is Agelo Corleon's masterpiece, less than two minutes. After watching it, I opened my mouth wide and was stunned.

"It turns out that there are any kind of horse racing. Boss, your son is a genius!" The fat man walked in at some point, stood behind us, and applauded.

Behind him, Gans, Griffith, Stevenburg, Stiller, Visconti, Bresson and many others.

"Uncle Berg!" Seeing the fat man, Agelo rushed over intimately.

The fat man happily picked it up, walked to me and sat down, and said to me, "Boss, how about it? This scene from Yagalo is good, right?"

I smiled but didn't answer.

"At the beginning, I just teased him and made him happy, but when the film was washed out, I was a little stunned. This kind of shot is so perfect. At this level, I guess even some famous directors in Hollywood can't shoot it! Look at the scene, look at the idea, the complete DreamWorks style, Corleon-style shots! Boss, have you already secretly started training Agalo?" the fat man smiled.

"Berg, what you said is too exaggerated. You are just a little kid playing with it. You just swayed around with the camera casually. You are not as good as you said." Holgina gave Berg a blank look.

"Sister-in-law Holgina, it's wrong for you to say that. Fatty guy never praises people in movies, let alone talk nonsense. Even I, an outsider, can see this scene! Take it out and tell others that this was taken by Andrei Corleon, and there are definitely people who believe it." Gans followed suit.

A group of people laughed. This was the first time I saw these people laughing in the past few days. Although there was obvious sadness on these people's faces, they began to laugh.

"Boss, although Munau is gone, we have a successor." Griffith walked over, touched Agelo's head, and smiled.

His words cheered everyone up.

Yes, Munau is gone, and we have a successor too.

Only when people keep taking over our flags, the red dragon flag in DreamWorks will never fall.

I stood up, walked into the living room, and became stunned at a photo on the wall.

This photo was taken at the company after the Harvey Awards ceremony last year. The DreamWorks were photographed by people. It was full of celebrities, and of course, there were children like Agalo. In the photo, everyone was smiling with trophies, and Munau stood next to Agalo. He squinted his eyes and smiled at the camera, and made a gesture representing victory.

"Boss, this is our dream factory." Griffith walked behind me and said with emotion.

"Yes, this is our dream factory!" I nodded and then laughed.

"Lenie, Holkina, you can prepare some food and drinks. Tonight, we will have a small party. We haven't been together like this for a long time." I turned around and waved to Holkina and them.

Leni and Holkina couldn't believe their ears.

"Get ready now, I'll go too!" Natalia stood up, and the women were suddenly busy.

Looking at my smile, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly became relaxed, and everyone sat down and chatted and laughed. Just like before.

When Munau left, we were very sad, but after the pain, what we should do was to go on the road with a grief!

Among them, including me, many people in the living room." When Robert Munau left, he said something to me, and he talked about you." Looking at Bresong, I smiled.

"Boss, what did Mr. Munau say?" asked Buliesson.

"You guys are so stupid. When you carry the coffin to Muno today, the boss has already announced to the outside world that you, Robert Bresson, is Muno's successor." Griffith grinned.

"Yes, this is Muno's last wish. He hopes you can inherit his career and hopes you can take over the artistic banner of DreamWorks." I turned around and took out a thick file box from the bookshelf behind me.

"There are all manuscripts of Munoon, some of which are the manuscripts of scripts that have been filmed, and some have not been filmed, including his last works. Now I have given them to you. I hope you can remember the things that Munoon once taught you and the instructions you gave to you." I put these things in Buliesong's hand, and Buliesong choked up.

"Stop crying, be happy. From now on, it depends on how you perform." I patted Bu Liesong on the shoulder.

Then, I looked at the group photo on the wall and looked at Munau, who was smiling and making a victory gesture.
Chapter completed!