"Nobel Peace Prize!? My God, such a great honor fell on the boss's head, haha, our DreamWorks will be majestic in the United States from now on!" Gans danced.

To a certain extent, his words are all good. In the United States, there are many rich people, and Wall Street chaebols gathered together. They can be lined up in a reinforcement company, but there are too few people in the United States who have won the Nobel Prize, and there are only a handful of them.

If this news spreads, the Americans will definitely be happy.

This is not only a person’s honor, but also a country’s honor.

"Calvin, hurry up and let your radio and television send this message out! This is so surprising! It is so surprising!" Marskolov patted Coolidge's shoulder and laughed.

"I'll ask those guys to send a message now!" Coolidge was so happy that he couldn't stop talking.

"Boss, such a big happy event. I think we'll have a carnival tonight!" Gans walked up to me and winked.

"You can do whatever you want." I lit a cigarette.

That night, the DreamWorks headquarters carnival, and the DreamWorks, who had been suppressed for a long time, completely exerted their depression this night.

The next day, the front page headlines of major American newspapers no longer had any reports on the Olympics, but almost all spent the entire article to publish a message: Andre Corleon won the Nobel Peace Prize of the year!

The front page headline of The Washington Post has a title like this: A person’s success is the honor of a country!

"Mr. Corleon has won great honors for the entire United States! Since the establishment of the Nobel Prize, Americans have won only a few awards. This time, Mr. Corleon has realized his dream for all Americans!"

"This should be a time for the whole country to celebrate! For Mr. Corleon!"

In addition to the Washington Post, other media outlets were also extremely excited that the Nobel Prize could be won by the United States. Even the New York Times wrote a little sourly: "It is a pleasure to award the Nobel Peace Prize to Andre Corleon, but what we want to know is, for what did Mr. Corleon win the Peace Prize for you?"

The New York Times' sour attitude is obviously despised by the people, but it does raise the question of what a person wants to know.

You should know that the Nobel Peace Prize is aimed at those who bring peace to the world and light to mankind. Generally speaking, a considerable number of such people are politicians because politicians have innate advantages in their fields, such as resolving a war or achieving reconciliation between two nations. Only politicians can accomplish such things, which is enough to obtain Nobel's evaluation.

And I am just a little director. Apart from making movies, I have never done anything earth-shaking.

I first, many people have this idea.

The New York Times asked this question quickly got answered on Lockettke TV. A reporter from Lockettke TV found Louis Guchi and conducted an exclusive interview with him.

When it came to mention why the Nobel Prize Committee awarded the Peace Prize to me, Louis Guchi laughed.

"I don't know the specific reason. Because the opinions of the jury can often be revealed only when awards are presented. But personally, I think Mr. Corleone is fully qualified to win this award."

"The Nobel Peace Prize is not about a person doing something at a certain time, but about his consistent performance and a series of contributions. This is the key. I looked at American newspapers, and some newspapers questioned Mr. Corleone's award. In their eyes, Andre Corleone is just a director of a movie, but if I tell the following series of things, you will probably know why the Nobel Prize Committee gave the award to Mr. Corleone."

"Mr. Corleon used a movie to make the Vatican Church collapse in the United States, and also completely destroyed the Holy See's hegemony for more than a thousand years. It can be said that this is a great liberation of the entire human mind."

"Mr. Corleon used a movie to unify Ireland and to give all the dignity and freedom of a nation."

"He used a movie to promote the Black People's Rights movement, and now this movement has been vigorously launched all over the world, blacks, gypsies, Jews, etc. These nations have begun to awaken and fight for their own freedom."

"Mr. Corleon used a movie to show the world the war between China and Japan, and that movie directly contributed to the current peace of East Asia."

"There are many such things, you said, are the people who have done these things qualified to win the Nobel Peace Prize?"

Louis Guchi spoke on Lockettke TV, which shocked many people and completely shocked those who had objections to this.

The Americans were in full swing, and many people in cities began to march and celebrate. Compared with the riots not long ago, this time, the Americans used this method to achieve their carnival.

US President Franklin Roosevelt also appeared in public and congratulated me as president.

"Mr. Corleon won the ease for Americans, he is the pride of Americans!" This sentence came out of his mouth. It made people feel awkward.

Not only that, he also called in person to congratulate me.

"Andre, you are so lucky. I admire you so much that such good things can fall on you." Roosevelt's tone of calling me and his tone when he spoke in public were completely different.

"There is no way, God bless me, my luck has always been so good." I laughed.

"Yes. You are indeed lucky. It's a bit incredible. Andre, I've been asking you a question during this period." Roosevelt laughed on the other end of the phone.

The laughter was filled with jealousy, anger and resentment.

"Ask, if I know the answer, I will tell you." I also smiled.

The more he does, the more I feel happy.

"Did David Baldwell, the witness in the last anti-black bureau, die because God favors you?" Roosevelt's words made me laugh.

I thought he would ask me what question it was, it was this question. Roosevelt was a calm and cunning person. Nengou asked me a question like this, which means that this question has been a long time since he was trapped, and it probably belongs to the question that makes him unable to eat well and sleep.

Moreover, this guy does not seem to know how David Baudwell died. It seems that Roosevelt's attitude is basically the same as mine in this matter: although David Baudwell's death seems to be suicide on the surface, it is actually definitely not such a simple thing.

Although it is so certain, if you want to find the answer, it is simply looking for a needle in a haystack.

I guess Roosevelt himself was a little crazy by this matter. He is different from me. For us, this matter is a good thing. Although we don’t understand who did this matter, at least this matter will be beneficial to us. Roosevelt is different. This made him see an unknown danger. Under such strict protection, David Baldwell ended up like that. Who can guarantee that Roosevelt will not be killed?

Roosevelt has done enough bad things. So the most nervous thing about him is his own safety.

Since I can't find out, I might as well ask me, maybe I can get some clues.

I was both angry and funny to Roosevelt. I was so angry that this guy was so thick-skinned that he actually asked me such a question directly. I laughed that this guy could have such a mess.

"Mr. President, I really don't know whether God favors me or not, but I have always believed in one truth, that is, good people will be rewarded. Those who rack their brains all day long want to dig traps for others may end up falling into their own traps and paying for their own suffering? What do you think?" I laughed twice, and then said something that probably made Roosevelt bleed: "Mr. President, why don't you go to see God in person and ask him in person?"

"Andre, have you seen the gift I gave you?" Roosevelt gasped on the other end of the phone. After finally calming down, he said something that made me funny.

On my table, there was indeed a gift from Roosevelt; a specimen of a crocodile.

The entire specimen was made of a real crocodile, with a long teeth grinning, frozen in the moment it preyed, affectionate and vivid, especially the big eyes, full of fierce light and domineering. I like it very much.

"Do you know why I gave you a crocodile?" Roosevelt smiled.

"Why?" I asked.

"Many people say that the Lockettreck consortium is now like a giant crocodile and cannot be conquered. The whole United States will become its hunting ground in the future. Andre, when I want to tell you, crocodiles are fierce, but they are just reptiles. No matter how fierce the crocodile is, it is not worth mentioning in front of the great powers. What do you think?" Roosevelt's words were full of needles.

I laughed: "Mr. President, I will remember your words. And I will put this crocodile in my office and remind myself at all times."

"Haha, that's pretty good. By the way, Andre, I almost forgot that I might give you a big gift in a while." Roosevelt laughed.

"Mr. President is so generous. I don't know what that gift is? A lion?" I said happily.

"You will know at that time. Don't worry, it will definitely satisfy you." Roosevelt sneered twice and hung up the phone.

"Boss, what did that bitch say?" As soon as I hung up the phone, Gans came over.

Coolidge and others were very nervous.

As long as it is about Roosevelt, these people will be extremely nervous.

"Roosevelt said he would give me a big gift in a while." I sat down and lit a cigarette.

Roosevelt said this, obviously, was not played by the speaker, and I am sure that the gift he gave would definitely not be a good thing, maybe it was a big trap.

After dealing with Roosevelt for so long, I know his temper very well.

This guy is a stubborn person. He will definitely sit down unremittingly when he believes that things will be more difficult, and the more he will do it. This temper is very imagining. He wants to deal with me and the Lockettke Consortium, which is one of his most important tasks after he gained the power of the president. I think that in his plan, the focus of dealing with me was definitely not me and the Lockettke Consortium, but the Morgan Consortium and the Republican Party. That is his key task, but now, after a series of developments, his main work and the Democratic Party have been concentrated on me.

No wonder, I have repeatedly hit a wall with me, but I have returned in disappointment, which makes it impossible for the stubborn Roosevelt to give up. Once he fails, he will do it again, and his actions are often bigger than the previous one. Over time, his original plan has completely changed. The number one enemy he deals with has changed from the Morgan Consortium and the Republican Consortium to the Lockettke Consortium and me.

I guess he has realized now that if he and the Democratic Party don’t want to rest assured if he and the Democratic Party don’t want to rest assured. To overthrow the Morgan Consortium or even the Republican Party, the Democratic Party and himself are still in danger. With me and the Lockettke Consortium, maybe one day and overnight he and the Democratic Party lose power and become an opposition party.

Only by solving us can Roosevelt and his Democrats gain a foothold.

During this period, Roosevelt was about to be furious. He finally launched a carefully planned attack and arrested his second brother. He was about to succeed. As long as he defeated his second brother, it would be like a cut. The next work was unstoppable. At that time, the Rocketke Consortium and I would become the meat on his chopping board. But at the last moment, David Baldwell was dead most critically!

He can't accept such a thing!

So he has to prepare a gift for me! This gift is definitely heavyweight.

"Gift? When did Roosevelt, a bitch, become so generous? This crocodile specimen is worth at least tens of thousands of dollars, and he even gives gifts..." Gans held the crocodile specimen and placed him on the cabinet in the office, muttering, and then suddenly pulled me like an electric shock: "Boss, is Roosevelt going to do anything to us again!?"

Ha ha ha ha.

His words made everyone in the office laugh.

"Gans, you're only thinking about this now?" Coolidge laughed so hard that tears flowed out.

Gans gave him a blank look and said, "Roosevelt is just a fly, we will not let go when we bitch! Boss, we almost got rid of that matter by him. This time, we have to be careful. Roosevelt is a steady person. This time he clearly told you to attack us. That means he must be very confident in this plan, otherwise he would not have told us."

Gans's words made me nod.

"Gans is right. Roosevelt seems to be full of confidence in his guy. He is full of confidence, but it is not a good thing for us. I think we should be more careful. Darren, during this period, your factory guards have to do their homework and try to investigate what Roosevelt is doing. Other departments, everyone is careful." I instructed.

"Now that the Anti-Black Bureau has been driven out of Los Angeles by us, it will not harm us for the time being. After the incident of Boggy, Roosevelt and the Democratic Party have already alarmed each other and will no longer be entangled in the Burbank Party. By doing so, it is very likely that he will come directly to us and fight a head-on war with us. Only in this way can he clearly tell us clearly that we will give us a big gift in a while." Coolidge analyzed.

His analysis was approved by me.

That's right, Roosevelt can basically no longer attack us now. This time, if he wants to make moves, he can only launch a head-on attack on us.

"Don't worry about him! Let them come! We have God's favor!" Gans smirked.

There will be a movie in the next chapter. Haha, a relatively famous movie. Can you guess which one is it?

hehe.

Yesterday, my monthly ticket was despised by a few friends. Come on, let’s throw the tickets!
Chapter completed!