I turned around and looked at the man, and he looked at me, and the two of them shouted at the same time.

"Mr. Corleon!"

"Mr. Barra!"

We shook hands and sat together intimately.

It seems that Chaplin is not very good to Lightning, otherwise he would not have arranged Channy Barra here.

"Bala, why are you arranged here too?! Why can't you go ahead?" I asked.

Chani Barra smiled bitterly: "Oh, forget it, who made our company small? To be honest, Mr. Chaplin did not invite us this time, I was here myself, so..." Chani Barra shook his head and did not say anything.

After he said this, I couldn't help but look down on Chaplin a little.

He is so understanding that he is so kind to me. Who asked me to poach Griffith and Stenborough from him? But Chani Barra is different. If you don't invite others, just forget it. Since they are kind enough to come and take the initiative to support you, you should always arrange them, but he actually asked Barra to sit in such a seat. This kind of mind is really not satisfactory.

Is it true that Griffith and Stenborough said that he was so stingy about seeking fame?

My head was chaotic and thinking about things randomly. I suddenly heard someone applauding in the cinema. Then I looked up and saw Chaplin walking out of the backstage accompanied by Bickford and Van Punk.

There are no exaggerated costumes in the movie, no crutches, no mustache, and no horoscopes. Under the light, they look energetic and gentle.

He walked to Marskolov, Chuk, Fox and others to shake hands with them affectionately, his waist bent to almost ninety degrees, and his expression was as respectful as a primary school student. Sometimes he deliberately kissed their cheeks for the reporter next to him to take a photo.

"Mr. Corleon, I'll say hello to Mr. Chaplin." Chani Barra said hurriedly to me, stood up and squeezed out of the narrow gap and walked towards Chaplin.

Bala stood beside him and waited for Chaplin to talk to all the bosses in a cordial conversation before going up to say hello to him. But the scene I saw made me feel dislike Chaplin: Bala came to him and piled up a smile and talked to him. He didn't look at Bala, but just waved his hand on his back and walked towards the microphone in front, leaving only the tall and big Bala standing there awkwardly, with the crowd standing next to him almost sneering. His face was flushed in his eyes.

I think again, if that person was not Chani Barra of Lightning, but MGM's Marskolov or Adolf Chuck of Paramount, would Chaplin have this attitude?

For a moment, looking at the person standing on the stage with a "sincere" smile at the crowd in the theater, I couldn't help but wonder if this person was Chaplin whom I admired deeply in later generations.

Chaplin made a passionate speech on the stage, which roughly means that he welcomed the audience and friends in the film industry to express his gratitude to everyone who supported the film. His speech and the bright sunny smile on his face made the audience applause thunderously.

"Hyitant!" Stendburg cursed beside him.

Bala beside me, with his head hanging down, not looking up at Chaplin, his expression was complicated.

"Bara, are you having something to ask Chaplin for here?" I asked.

Barra nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Corleone, Mr. Chaplin's movies have always had a good box office, so our company wants to show his movies. The dividends he received from the screening contracts signed with MGM and Paramount were 70%, but he offered us a 90% price. Mr. Corleone, you also know that our Lightning Company has a weak foundation. He is so lion-like, and we can't make much money at all, so I came over to discuss with him. You have also seen the scene just now."

Bala shrugged embarrassedly.

I became speechless. This behavior was a complete quarrel.

After Chaplin finished speaking on stage, he continued to speak out. As the honorary mayor of Hollywood, this kind of occasion is indispensable.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today I am very happy to attend the premiere of Mr. Chaplin's new film, which reminds me of attending the premiere of Mr. Andre Corleon not long ago. As an excellent director of Hollywood, Mr. Chaplin and Mr. Corleon greatly promoted the development of Hollywood films. Unfortunately, I did not see Mr. Corleon today." Grant sighed regretfully.

"Mr. Grant, Director Corleon is here!" As soon as Grant finished speaking, Bala beside me yelled at the front.

Everyone in the cinema immediately looked at me.

"Mr. Corleon is here?" Grant pointed to the back row of the cinema in surprise and said, "Lights! Turn on the lights!"

Bang! A sharp light came over, and Stenborough, Griffith and others were dizzy when they were illuminated by the lights.

"I didn't expect Mr. Griffith to come too. Well, I won't say much. Please tell me a few words about 'Hollywood's No. 1 film theorist'!" Grant looked at me with a smile.

Amid the applause of everyone, I squeezed through the seat and came to the front of the stage with difficulty.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. First of all, thank you Mr. Bala for making me a young director like me qualified to stand on the stage, otherwise I would have to sit on the bench in the dark corner behind me."

Hahahaha, the crowd burst into laughter, and Chaplin and Van Punk on the stage were embarrassed by the laughter.

"But I think the reason why Mr. Chaplin and Mr. Van Punk let me sit in the back is definitely not because I am a small director of a small company, but because they want me to enjoy this movie more objectively. Mr. Chaplin, do you think so?" I turned to Chaplin.

Chaplin glanced at Van Punk beside him with great effort, then nodded awkwardly, and was covered in dust.

"The movie released tonight is undoubtedly an excellent movie. Everyone knows that Mr. Chaplin not only has good filming but also has no mention of his character. He may be the most honest gentleman in Hollywood. Unlike us, in Marx's words, he is a stinky capitalist."

Hahahaha. The people in the cinema laughed. I glanced at Chaplin from the corner of my eyes and saw him and Van Punk standing in front of the stage.

"Before, to be precise, a few days ago, I heard a news that someone said that the script of this movie was snatched by Mr. Chaplin from an unknown little screenwriter." I suddenly said seriously.

The people in the audience were silent, and they all opened their eyes and looked at me and Chaplin.

I turned my face a little and observed Chaplin's reaction. Although he was not very panicked, the muscles on his face were twitching slightly.

I held the microphone and smiled and said, "Of course, such news is purely groundless. Just imagine how could a director like Mr. Chaplin do such a dirty thing? We can enjoy this movie carefully. Careful audiences can see that every shot inside is the hard work of Mr. Chaplin! Please allow me to represent the audience, thank Mr. Chaplin for giving us an excellent movie!"

Many of the audiences in the audience were shocked by the news just now, and less than half of them applauded.

"Okay, after that, I'm done, I'll continue to go back and sit on my bench." Amid the audience's laughter, I left the podium.
Chapter completed!