Griffith walked over and pointed at Stenborough and said to me, "Andre, do you know what he did with a weekly salary of $30? Every day he ate the bread thrown from the bakery and lived in such a house. The remaining $30 went to and from a high-end hotel like "Roman Holiday". He didn't even dare to drink a glass of wine when he went in. He wanted to get close to the bosses! He bowed his head and bowed! What was it for?! It was for making a fucking movie! A movie! Let me tell you the truth, I only knew about him a few days ago, how did I know about him? The Grae downstairs found him fainted in his room and called me! Do you want to know what Grae said about him?! Grae said that he is a Hollywood screenwriter, and he was not as good as the prostitutes above the floor! This is the Hollywood raised by bitch! This is the movie raised by bitch! For this thing, how many people live like dogs!"

Griffith was crying and continued while cursing: "Today when you agreed to go to the 'Roman Holiday', I took the time to call Stenborough, and I asked him to come over and find an opportunity to introduce you. I just wanted you to see what kind of life we ​​all live!"

Griffith pulled Sdenburg up and pulled his clothes and said to me: "He only has such a decent set of clothes to wear. Every time he comes back, the first thing he does is to take off the clothes and carefully put them in the cabinet. When I called him, he said that the clothes were not dry yet, but in order to see you, he went out wearing this wet clothes! Touch them!"

Griffith held my hand and reached into Stenburg's suit. The shirt inside was indeed wet!

"Do you know why I called him over?! Because I think you might take him out of the guy who was raised by Chaplin. When he looked at Marskov, Cohen's group of people bowed and bowed, my heart was bleeding! Do you know what kind of person he is?! He is so honest that he is uneasy to talk to strange women! But for the sake of making a movie, he wags his tail like a dog! Isn't it just to make a movie?!"

"Stop talking!" I roared hard, interrupting Griffith's words, and tears surged!

When the audience watches the movie, they look leisurely, with big-name directors and star cameras shining brightly, but who can ever think of a life like Stenborough!? What people see is that the boss of a film company spends money like soil, and it costs 8,000 yuan to treat guests to dinner, but who will see Stenborough fainting while eating moldy and spoiled bread!?

I stepped forward and grabbed Stenborough's collar and shouted at him loudly: "Stenborough, today you can tell me honestly, do you want to work diligently and touch your conscience to make a movie for the rest of your life?!"

"Think!" Stenburg looked into my eyes and shouted at the top of his voice. Before he could finish his shouting, he burst into tears.

"Okay! I'll write a resignation report tonight and give it to Chaplin's bastard tomorrow and tell him that you'll quit the fuck! Ask Chaplin to ask me to ask for the 40,000 yuan compensation!" I yelled and shook my feet, then took out a stack of money from my pocket and smashed it on the table: "Then send this money to the landlord, and you'll move to the company tomorrow!"

Sdenberg looked at me foolishly, remained silent for a long time, hugging Griffith next to him and burst into tears.

I could hear that the crying was filled with sorrow that had been suppressed for many years and the pleasure of complete liberation!

The three of us were drunk in this small room with wine bottles, hugging each other's shoulders and talking nonsense, about life and movies until we fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, I found myself lying on the bed in Stenborough. Griffith was lying on the table and snoring everywhere, but Stenborough disappeared.

"Did this guy go and hand in his resignation letter?" I smiled bitterly twice, rubbed my temples in pain and swelled up from the bed, walked to the bathroom in the aisle to wash my face, then returned to the room and sat at the desk waiting for Stenborough to come back.

There were a lot of books on Stenburg's bookcase, many of which were novels, and there were three red folders on it that attracted my attention. When I opened it, I realized that it was a script he wrote.

I opened the script and read it out, and found that some of it had been moved to the screen, some had been confirmed to be filmed, and some had not finished the manuscript, but basically had a framework.

Although these scripts are not standard storyboard scripts for later generations, I have to admit that some of them are very excellent. If they are made into movies, they will definitely have artistic standards.

And one of the scripts attracted my interest.

The name of the script is "The Dock". I read it and found that it was written about all kinds of people at the dock. The specific content was very consistent with the first movie "The People Who Called for Help" directed by him in later generations. In other words, this script is the first draft of "The People Who Called for Help"!

From the circles above, it can be seen that Stenberg is very attentive to this script. I read a few pages and was deeply moved by it. He did not write the script as an editor, but arranged the plot paragraphs from the perspective of the director. The techniques used in it revealed a strong artistic atmosphere that made me secretly admire.

"Mr. Corleon, you're awake!" I was watching, and Stendburg pushed the door in sweat.

I raised the script in my hand and smiled and said, "I read the script you wrote. I like this "Water" very much!"

Stenborough smiled embarrassedly, put the breakfast I bought on the table, walked up to me, took the script and flipped two pages, and said, "This script is the script I have most attentive. I have never handed it over to others to see. I want to shoot it one day."

I stood up and took a sandwich and took a bite, saying, "Okay, you can make good changes. I'll give it to me after the modification. If it's OK, I'll pay you to take a photo!"

"Really!" Stenborough screamed happily, waking up Griffith who was sleeping.

"What's wrong!? What's wrong?!" Griffith stood up, his eyes blurred, picked up a chair next to him and was about to go out.

Stenberg rushed to Griffith, grabbed his hands and shouted, "David, Mr. Corleon said he wants to invest in making a movie for me!"

Griffith then reacted, looked at Stenborough, put down his chair and took a piece of bread, and laughed while eating, "I thought someone was robbing me! Isn't it just a movie? It depends on how excited you are! I thought of this when Andre asked you to write your resignation letter yesterday!"

Stenberg laughed.

"And!" Griffith choked on the bread, took a sip of water, and said, "Don't Mr. Corleon, from now on, you have to call him boss!"

The three of us looked at me, and I looked at you, and laughed.

After breakfast, Stenberg was busy submitting his resignation letter and moving, while Griffith and I went out to take a taxi back to the company.

When I returned to the company, I asked Gans to give Chaplin $40,000, and then sent Fatty and James to pick up Stenborough. In the evening, I held a simple welcome ceremony in the company's small restaurant, which moved Stenborough so much.

The next month, I was in a calm state. I took the people from DreamWorks to completely renovate the factory, buy equipment, build a new factory shed, and buy about 50 acres of vacant land near the company, fenced a tall courtyard wall, which expanded the company's area several times.

In mid-August, two new buildings at DreamWorks broke ground, one with 6 floors and the other with 8 floors. It is estimated that it will be delivered and used in June 26.

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Chapter completed!