All the people I'm talking about are just the filmmakers in the center of the hall. On the left side of the hall are the so-called media representative areas. Douglas of the Los Angeles Times, Biley Pitzer of the Christian Truth, the owners or editors of newspapers such as the Los Angeles Tribune, the Citizens, the Post, and the Hollywood Times were also present. In addition, there are also the heads of major broadcast stations in Los Angeles.

On the right side of the hall are religious social areas, including religious people from California, Oregon, Washington, Nevada, as well as various social organizations such as the "Women's Development Association", the "Youth Education Association" and other social organizations.

"Boss, it's really lively." Stenberg stuck out his tongue.

Griffith smiled: "I have only seen such a scene once or twice."

"Mr. Corleon, I always feel something is wrong." Chani Barra looked uneasy, and her hands holding the cup were trembling.

Robert Gene, who was sitting next to him, was a chatterbox and started to praise "Lust and Caution" in a crazy way, and then kept putting a high hat on me.

"Mr. Corleon, if you have the opportunity to cooperate in the future, don't forget our celebrity company." Finally, the fat man handed me a business card.

"Isn't this Mr. Corleon? Why, you were invited to attend?" As I was dealing with Gene, Chaplin walked over from his table, followed by Van Punk and his wife Birkford who were always smiling.

Although she is in her thirties, Bickfort still looks extremely beautiful and charming. Thinking back then, she was one of the best beauties in Hollywood.

"It's a bargain for this kid Van Punk." I thought to myself.

"Mr. Chaplin, I'm happy to see you." I stood up and shook his hand.

If I had met him a few months ago, I would have smiled happily, but since I experienced something related to him, the glorious image of Chaplin that was originally in my heart has long disappeared, so I also looked indifferent.

"Mr. Bala, you are here too? Haha, you have to be careful today. I heard that there will be bad news. Tsk, when making movies, you need to have superhuman vision and artistic genius. Following the trend will make you fall apart. Look, our Lianmei has a bright future now, and your lightning is probably in danger." Chaplin looked at Chani Bala with a sarcastic look on his face.

Bala was speechless by his words and sat down.

"There is a big deal for a bright future. No matter how bright the future is, it is not made with despicable means. Such a bright future will not be much brighter." Stenberg murmured without looking at Chaplin.

Chaplin's face turned extremely ugly after hearing this, and he coughed a few times.

"It turned out to be Steinberg, and David is here too. Haha, how are you doing with a new boss?" Seeing that Chaplin couldn't get out of the stage, Van Punk hurried over to smooth things over.

"God bless you, and you can still make a living. At least Mr. Corleon won't force my script." Stenborough's words were like a knife, shaving Chaplin's face ashen.

Seeing that the fire was getting stronger, Griffith secretly kicked Stenborough, turned to Biker and smiled at him, "Mary, we haven't met for a long time, how are we doing?"

Bikefu responded gracefully: "It's okay, listen to opera and dance, it's very leisurely, but I won't act in movies anymore."

With Griffith's interference, there was no fight at all. Chaplin and others chatted with us for a while before leaving. I looked at Stenborough, this guy was so angry and looked unfair.

"Boss, if it weren't for this kind of occasion, I would have gone up and beat the British guy who was raised by the bitch. Look at his tone of sarcastic Mr. Barra!" Stenberg clenched his fists.

Chani Bala next to him immediately gave Stenborough a grateful look.

"Andre, you came very early." As soon as Chaplin left, Marskolov walked over with Meyer.

The two of them were all light and smiling. Marskolov walked up to me and even pinched my new suit: "This suit is good, is it made on Harvey Street?"

I looked at him and whispered, "You big guys aren't watching the beautiful hostess in front, why are you going to the little guys here?"

"Yuyouyou, Andre, you are not a friend enough. Don't I care about you? There will be a big deal tonight..." Lao Ma glanced at the people around him and put it in my ear and said, "You must be careful, haha."

"What's there to be careful about me?" I said indifferently.

Old Ma shrugged and whispered: "Lieni said, did you buy a new car?"

"Don't make fun of me, that car is not as valuable as your wheel. Alas, why would Lenny tell you this?!" I opened my eyes wide and looked at Lao Ma.

Lao Ma smiled mysteriously: "Then don't worry, Andre, I'll talk to you in front. If you dare to bully Lenny, I'll ask you to go to bed and sleep on the main road."

"Tsk! I'm so scared!" I sat on the chair and ignored him.

"Old Ma, it seems that your father-in-law and son-in-law will have friction in the future." Meyer smiled when he saw that I would not buy Marskolov's account.

"What?! My father-in-law and son-in-law?!" I was stunned by these words.

"It's okay, it's still long. Haha." Lao Ma glanced at me, smiled slightly, and walked away in a big way.

The next hour, from 7:00 to 8:00, I basically spent the time talking and talking. Groups of people came over to say hello to me, not to know, in large companies, in small companies, in films, non-film industries, men, women, old men and children, but I was so tired.

It was finally eight o'clock when a ringtone rang in the hall, and the crowd suddenly became quiet and returned to their seats.

A group of people walked down the stairs on the second floor.

The front is the honorary mayor of Hollywood Johnny Grant. The old boy was wearing a white suit and was very energetic. Behind him is Bishop Frankenstein, wearing a black bishop's suit, looking solemn and sacred. Who would have thought of such a spiritual leader knocking on the widow's door in the middle of the night?

Next is a middle-aged man. Griffith told me that he was Aaron Resardi, the editor-in-chief of the New York Times.

I didn't know anyone who came out next to me, and Stenberg explained it to me one by one.

The blonde and blue-eyed wearing glasses is Los Angeles Mayor Eric Pang Mao, the old man beside him is the Speaker of Parliament Noel Coward, and the few people behind him are the heads of various social associations.

The last person to appear was a tall and thin man wearing clip-on glasses. He held a stack of documents in his hand and walked over to read. Needless to say, he was the William Hays, who later generations called the "movie czar".

A group of people walked to the stage and sat down one after another. The hall was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Hayes sitting in the center.

Grant and Hayes discussed for a while, then walked to the podium with a serious expression.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, today is a big day, and it will be a day that will be recorded in history. Two-thirds of Hollywood's company owners are here, representatives of various organizations in religious circles, and government officials are here, so some people will ask, what are we doing in this hall? Maybe some people have heard the news, but no matter what, tonight is an important day for Hollywood and the American people."

Grant looked solemn, stopped to look at everyone, and continued: "Last time, Andre Corleon's "Lust and Caution" shocked the whole of the United States, and the shots inside caused widespread controversy. However, after the test of time and people, the final result was that "Lust and Caution" not only conquered the Americans, but also Europe. This is a great movie. However, some of us, some companies, are not, a group of companies, and followed the films. Without the artistic taste of "Lust and Caution", society has been trapped in the abyss of depravity and riots. Money is a good thing, but these companies have no moral conscience for money. Such movies are undoubtedly highly contagious and extremely destructive cancers. If they are not removed as soon as possible and relevant policies are formulated, it will kill people. So, we gather here tonight to find a solution together. Let Mr. Hayes speak."

There was a noise in the hall. Looking at Mr. Hayes, who was known for his rigorous and colorless face, he started to talk in a low voice. Many people looked as if they were ashen and sweated coldly.

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(I've lost the tickets, I've lost more tickets!)
Chapter completed!