"Gentlemen, this is a VIP passage, you can't get in." The two little girls looked disdainful when they saw us coming out of the taxi.

Gans and Berg were furious and walked over to teach two girls a lesson, but I grabbed them.

"Miss, that's right. I am Andre Corleon of DreamWorks, and Mr. Chaplin invited us to come." I smiled politely.

"Dreamworks?! What's so great about DreamWorks! So what if you are Andre Corleon? I said you can't go there, you can't go there!" Unexpectedly, it would be fine if the two little girls didn't listen to me. After hearing this, they actually started to swear at me with an extremely arrogant attitude.

I clenched my fists and looked at the crowds coming and going next to me, thinking that I couldn't get involved with the two girls here, otherwise I would be embarrassing to the headlines of the Hollywood Times tomorrow.

"Then please go inside and verify it, otherwise you can invite Mr. Chaplin." My smile remained the same.

"Our boss is busy, so how can we have time to make trouble with you!" One of the celebrants rolled his eyes at me, leaving two pieces of white fish belly.

"What's your attitude? United States treats customers like this!" The fat man couldn't help it and went up with a charge. The two girls were forced to retreat step by step by step and screamed.

"The people in DreamWorks are playing hooligans, and the people in DreamWorks are playing hooligans!" They screamed loudly, and the pedestrians next to them and the audience queuing up to enter the venue looked here.

The fat man would never have thought of such a move and was defeated by a contemptuous look.

"Boss, I think there is something wrong. Maybe someone deliberately arranged here to give us a warning." Griffith looked around and said to me in a low voice.

Actually, he just didn't say it, and I think there was something wrong with it. If it were normal, even if they stopped us and refused to let us in, we shouldn't make such a difficult thing after we identified our identities.

There are ghosts! There must be ghosts!

I walked up, laughed and shouted: "I didn't expect that Lianmei would entertain guests like this! It seems that our DreamWorks is just a small company, and they look down on it!"

"Oh my God, isn't that Andre Corleon?!"

"Yes! No wonder why it looks so familiar!"

"Mr. Corleon, can you sign me?!"

"And me!"

...

My voice made many people around me notice me, and many people flocked to me and surrounded me.

"I want to sign for you, but I'm driving me away. I'm not qualified to stand in this treasure land!" I looked at these movie fans and said loudly.

"Alliance is too unreasonable! How can we treat customers like this?!"

"Mr. Chaplin doesn't seem to be quite approachable, how could this happen!"

...

There was a sudden slight doubt in the crowd.

The two girls who blocked me looked at each other in shame amid the doubts of everyone.

I was secretly proud and kept looking around. Based on my intuition, I was sure that there was a master nearby hiding it.

As expected, I saw many movie fans excitedly, and a man came out from behind a tree next to me.

He is in his forties, not tall, has freckles on his face, deep concave eyes, is wearing a beige suit, his hair is combed in a middle part, and the brown leather shoes on his feet are polished shiny.

"Sorry, sorry, Mr. Corleon, I'm really sorry, it was our mistake in work! What did you two do? This is Mr. Andre Corleon, the owner of DreamWorks!" The visitor scolded the two emcees fiercely, and then squeezed out a sincere smile and held my hand.

"I'm Van Punk, Mr. Corleon, I'm happy to see you."

Van Punk! As soon as you see the dimples, you know it’s you!

Looking at Van Punk's smiling face, I was so angry that I was so angry.

Van Punk, whose original name was Douglas Ullman, was born in Colorado in 1883. He worked as an actor on Broadway in his early years. He started in Hollywood as an actor in 1915. He mainly performed satirical comedy and was very popular at the time. In 1919, he founded Lianmei with Chaplin and Bickford. He was mainly responsible for Lianmei's external affairs. He was a versatile person. Because he always had a smile and showed a shallow dimples when he smiled. He was called "Hollywood's smile tiger". This means that this guy has the most thoughts and will fall apart if you are not careful when dealing with him.

"So it's Mr. Van Punk. If you come a little late, we will probably be turned into the police station by your escort." I sneered.

Van Punk turned around and scolded the two aggrieved girls again, and apologized to me repeatedly.

"I'm so sorry, we didn't make any arrangements well. Mr. Corleon, please come in, please come in." Van Punk sat in a gesture of invitation.

"Don't worry, I'll sign the autograph for these enthusiastic fans!" I ignored him, turned around and walked towards the fans, picked up the oil pen and signed the autograph for them.

Van Punk was left alone, facing everyone's questioning eyes, which was very embarrassing.

I pretended to sign the name for a few minutes before I took Gans and the others to follow Van Punk toward the entrance.

"Boss, you are there! I admire you!" Griffith said with a low laugh.

Stenberg also gave me a thumbs up.

Van Punk led us through the crowd, came to a small inconspicuous entrance next to the theater, and said to me, "Mr. Corleon, you can go in by yourself. I'm still busy. See you later." Van Punk pointed to the entrance, smiled at me twice, and walked towards the square.

"Boss! Why did that doggyman let us enter here?!" Stenberg pointed to the entrance in front of us, then pointed to the big entrance in the middle, and said angrily.

I was so angry that I shivered.

There are three entrances in total, the one on the left is for the audience, and the largest entrance in the middle is not only covered with a red carpet on the ground, but also a dedicated person is leading the way next to it, and there are even signings at the entrance. The entrance in front of us is dilapidated and old, not only does not have a red carpet, but also does not even have an emcee leading the way.

Van Punk did this obviously because he was determined to be in trouble with us.

"Boss! What are we still doing here? Let's go! Don't be angry with this!" James shouted.

"Boss, I'll twist Van Punk's head off and then twist Chaplin's bitch!" Stenberg said with his lips and was about to chase Van Punk.

"Come back! I can't hold back if I have such a thing?! Didn't he let us in? Okay, let's go in. What's the big deal?!" I glanced at a few guys and took the lead in walking into the entrance.

As soon as I entered, I realized that the location here was the worst location in the entire cinema. Not only did it last few rows, but it also looked at the screen. It was so dark that I couldn't see the surroundings clearly. The seats were so old that they swayed as soon as I sat on it.

"Boss, I can't stand it anymore!" Even Griffith, who had been calm, was about to burst out.

"It's okay, it's okay, wait for my movie quietly." I leaned on the back of the chair, squinted my eyes and looked at the rows of seats in front of the theater. There were brightly lit, and the seats were soft high-end chairs. There were coffee and snacks in front of each seat, and there were even more enthusiastic service from the beautiful lady.

Old Horse, John Cohen of Columbia, Lemmer of Lemmer, Todd Browning of Bevograf and others were all on the list, and the original southern camps, such as Fox, Jack Warner, Charles Rey of First National Film Company, and I also saw Adolf Chuck, and a tall old man with a little gray hair. Griffith told me that the man was Aitken.

Chaplin has always been in the middle route and does not offend people, so many people from the southern camp or the northern camp have come to this premiere, which can be said to have given him enough face.

However, although there had just been a conflict, the bosses of these film companies sat together but still talked with smiles. The two enemies, Lemmer and Aitken, actually shook hands and whispered, and this mind made me sigh.

This is what Hollywood is like, there is another one behind it, there is no loyalty to friends, and everyone's eyes are like money.

Just as I was looking at the group of people, someone suddenly sat next to me. Under the heavy pressure of his huge body, the seats were rumbling.

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Chapter completed!