Looking at the excited look of a "fish killer" looking, I felt secretly happy.

"Are you Dunar? Impossible. How could Dunar be a fish killer? Also, didn't you just say Dunar died last month? Don't you joke, I don't have time to play with you." I reached out and opened the car door.

"Sir!" Dunar grabbed me, and the fish blood in his hand touched my arm.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm too anxious. Hehe, I'm Morris. Dunar, I lied to you just now." Dunar touched his head embarrassedly.

"Really?" I laughed when I saw that he was covered in fishy smell and looked like that.

"Really! Please come in." Dunar led the way into the store.

"Boss, how do you know he is Dunar?" Jack asked with a smile.

I raised my eyebrows and said, "It's very simple. This guy has a nose that only French people have. He speaks in a French accent. He is so excited when he hears someone asks him to make a movie. And, the most important thing is, if Dunar died last month, will there be no record in Bala?"

"Boss! You are still great!" Jack gave me a thumbs up.

After entering the store, Dunar moved stools and found something to entertain us, and he was busy.

"Mr. Dunar, you should take off the clothes and wash them first before greeting us. We will do it ourselves, such as coffee." I saw Dunar wearing a fish-killing raincoat, still having fish blood and scales on his hands, and he couldn't help but laugh secretly.

"Sir, you are right. I'll go in first, you can take it yourself." After I said this, Dunar suddenly realized, opened a door next to him and walked in.

Jack poured me a cup of coffee, and I looked at the shop while drinking. This one was called chaotic, piles of fishy and smelly dirty clothes. Unpainted tableware, boxes of fish, flying flies, and dogs stealing fish heads, did not look like a director's place to live.

"Sorry, two gentlemen." After waiting for less than five minutes, Dunar walked out of the room, changed into a plaid shirt, and added a black coat to the outside.

"Puchi!" Jack and I laughed at the same time.

When Dunar saw us laughing at him, he was puzzled. He looked down at his clothes and laughed.

It turned out that he was wearing it urgently and buttoned the buttons of his shirt onto his coat, looking like a pieced together.

"Sorry, I'm so excited. Morris Dunar." Dunar stretched out his right hand to me.

I walked over with a smile and shook his hand: "Andre Corleon."

"Andre Corleon?! The one who filmed "Lust and Caution"?" Dunar stared at my face with wide glasses. His thick black beard stood up because of excitement.

I nodded, Jack smiled, "Now it's your new boss."

"Oh. Oh, I know this. I just saw you bought Lightning Company from the newspaper." Dunar renewed my coffee and we sat down.

"You live here?" I pointed to the messy house.

"Yes, I haven't been to the company for a long time, and the company doesn't look for me. I don't know anything except filming movies. Later, I only sell fish. Why did I also sell fish at home when I was a child?" Dunar laughed.

But I heard helplessness and bitterness from this laughter.

An excellent director has fallen to selling fish with a bare shirtless sword. How much hardships and pains can others know besides himself.

"Mr. Corleon, is it true that you said you were going to make a movie with me?!" Dunar asked me with his hands on the table, his body slightly raised.

I nodded: "Yes, I want to ask you to come out and shoot a movie, but I don't know if you have forgotten your old skills after killing fish for so long."

Dunar was so excited by my words that Lima jumped up: "Really? Mr. Corleon, I have never lost my old skills. Even when I killed fish, my mind was full of scenery, focal length, etc. If you don't believe me, come and see!"

Dunar took me to the room inside and opened the door.

I looked inside the room, silent.

The room less than ten square meters was cleaned cleanly. Beside the narrow camp bed was a large cabinet, with stacks of film boxes neatly placed inside the cabinet. In front of the cabinet, a camera was wiped shiny.

This room is in sharp contrast to the messy, fishy and smelly hall outside.

It can be seen how important the things in this room are to Dunar.

"Mr. Corleon, look, these are all films I used to film, this is "Mother", this is "Feel Hat", this is "Poor Little Girl", Bickford plays the heroine, this is "Treasure Island", and the Mohicans after this..." Dunar pointed to the film, as if he had known it, and a sweet smile appeared on his face, like a man in love looking at his lover.

"Also, these are the scripts I wrote." Dunar took out a thick stack of manuscripts from the cabinet.

I looked through it and found that there were at least dozens of scripts, including many wonderful works. These scripts were marked with creation dates, most of which were written during this period when the lightning flashed his big vacation.

"Not bad." I nodded.

"Mr. Corleon, you don't know how I have been here in the past two years. No one is looking for me or asking me. I am like a person who has been completely abandoned by Hollywood. I kill fish all day long and keep killing fish. On the first day of opening a shop, I was embarrassed to come out. If I was seen by a colleague, I would be too embarrassed to die. But later, you also saw that I not only sold fish in a big way, but also sat on the street with my shirtless killing fish. No one cared about me."

"Sometimes I told my neighbors next to me that I was a director, and they laughed. If they said that if someone like me killed fish, they would be the boss of the film company! Mr. Corleon, you don't know how uncomfortable I felt at that time! When I couldn't sleep at night, I sat on the bed and looked at the film and the camera. I thought it would be better to set a torch and burn all the things, maybe it could be put into the newspaper. At that time, people looked at the newspaper and at least they could know that a director named Morris Dunar set himself on fire."

"Mr. Corleon, I'm almost out of my mind, I'm going crazy. If no one asks me to make a movie, I'll go back to France, where there's still a little chance." Dunar rubbed his glasses and said to me.

You should know that in history, Dunar's hometown in Paris, France was in 1927. In France, he continued to shoot until he died in 1948 and 1961. Many of his works had a huge impact on later French films.

"Mr. Dunar, am I here to come to you? Haha, that's right. I like your movies very much, so from tomorrow, you will move to the company and this fish shop. I think you can change hands quickly." I laughed, Dunar laughed too.
Chapter completed!