[Long Live the Director] Chapter Four: The Movie Begins

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The script was finished, and filming was about to begin. I checked my bills; after deducting the cost of registering the company
and signing actors, I only had $50,000 left. This $50,000 still needed to cover all the
expenses during filming. I finally had a taste of life—a life where money flows like water.
Fatty came over, sweating profusely, and asked, "Boss, are we really starting filming tomorrow? I think that's a bit too fast
."
I was getting impatient: "Damn, you've asked me a hundred times already! When will you stop?"
Fatty was our cinematographer, so he had to be on set. Perhaps because of that, he
seemed a bit off today. Sure enough, the fat man's face twitched, and he said, "Boss, I only believe it now that
we're going to make a movie. Thinking back to this time last month, we were so poor we were eating bread in our dorms.
I can't believe it!"
I stretched, looking quite pleased with myself. "Haha, this perfectly matches the old Chinese saying, 'A scholar should be
looked at with new eyes after three days' absence.'"
Berg looked at me with admiration. "Boss, I've always had a question: why do you know so many Chinese
proverbs?"
"This…" I was speechless.
Harvey Street, in 1925 Hollywood, was a poor street, filled with some of America's poorest but happiest
people. Standing at the window of my second-floor office, overlooking Harvey Street bathed in the morning sun,
a sudden surge of pride welled up inside me. I was about to rise from here.
I looked up at the red dragon flag fluttering atop the building across the street, and couldn't help but think of China on the other side of the world
. I clenched my fist, determined to make the red dragon of the East stand tall on this western land,
and even soar to new heights!
Suddenly, an old voice sounded behind me: "Mr. Corleone, breakfast is ready."
It was Gies, an elderly man. When we were hiring, Gies had strongly objected, saying, "An old man
, barely able to walk, coming here to freeload? No way, we can't hire him." I felt sorry for him
; he had no property, no children. Sigh, I took him in and gave him a doorman's job.
When I entered the dining room, all forty DreamWorks employees were already there. I handed out contracts to each of them, and
after they signed, we started eating breakfast. Breakfast was lavish, because today was the start of filming, and everything had to be prepared; there
couldn't be any carelessness.
And so, DreamWorks' first film began.
The next month of filming went smoothly, but one noon, a group of uninvited guests arrived.
There were about 20 of them, including Grant. He pulled me up from my chair and excitedly
said to them, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to formally introduce you to Andre. This is
Mr. Andre Corleone, a graduate of the Vita Film Academy."
I smiled at them amicably.
Suddenly, a voice made me very uncomfortable.
"Vita? That's the academy called the 'garbage dump'?" I saw the woman, about 20 years old,
in a red dress, red leather gloves, red high heels, red lipstick, and red hair. Damn,
wasn't this a long-lost red chili pepper?
But then again, she was very sexy, especially her expressive eyes, which couldn't hide
the allure and seductiveness about to burst forth. This made me slightly aroused, and I thought of Julie, that vixen.
At this moment, those eyes were filled with disgust. Damn it, you little hag, you think I'm a beggar, huh? Just wait and see
how this beggar gets his hands on you!
Grant pulled me over to a tall man, about 50 years old. Grant introduced him, saying,
"This is Mr. Malskolov. He happens to be here today, so I brought him over."
Damn, Malskolov? The boss of MGM?
I quickly shook that "giant hand": "Hello, Mr. Malskolov, my name is Andrei Corleone
, you can call me Andrei. I've heard so much about you, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Malskolov smiled and said to Grant, "This young man has potential and is very ambitious,
a good lad."
Grant then introduced me to Wash Fox, Jack Warner, and that wretched woman,
"Hollywood Flower" Heidi Lammer.
Next, they watched me direct the filming. Seeing them nodding repeatedly, I knew I had passed.
That evening, they hosted a banquet at my base, and Berg, Gans, and I started plotting something mischievous.
We gathered our employees, especially the female ones, and plied them with alcohol like crazy. Soon they were all drunk.
And so, they stayed overnight at our Dream Factory. My wonderful night arrived.
That night, I sneaked into Heidi's room and saw this woman, her body flushed, sleeping alluringly. I
pounced on her and kissed her on the lips—haha, her breath was sweet! Because she received special treatment,
her drink had more drugs than others. So, tonight, no matter what I did, I wouldn't react.
We quickly became naked together. Having already experienced losing my virginity, we quickly became one
. I suddenly realized that Heidi's vagina was very wet, and penetration felt amazing. I rhythmically thrust in and out, only
the sounds of our bodies colliding were heard, the sounds of flesh colliding were exceptionally clear in the quiet of the night.
After a while, I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I slowed down, but Heidi suddenly tightened down there, and streams
of cool fluid poured over my penis, making me shudder. I couldn't hold back any longer. I quickly and violently thrust
twice more, ejaculating into Heidi's young womb.
I collapsed onto Heidi, glancing at our reflection in the mirror. One of us had slightly dark skin, the other snow-white;
the contrasting colors of our bodies created a striking visual impact. I chuckled to myself: Haha, if that
little vixen Heidi knew I'd slept with her, what would she think? Suicide?
The thought sent a chill down my spine. I quickly got up, wiped myself clean, destroyed the evidence, and made
a hasty escape.
The next morning, everyone was up, but I was still sleeping, exhausted from the previous day… Hehe, I got up…
It was almost noon when I arrived, and I suddenly remembered that the next scene we were filming was a sex scene, which made me really annoyed.
Without saying anything, I went to the filming location.
I called Julie and James over. Julie and I flirted and exchanged glances, and I restrained myself slightly.
I said to James, "James, you have experience filming sex scenes, so why don't you lead Julie in filming, understand?"
James patted his chest and assured me. Once
the actors were in position, I yelled, "Action!"
The camera showed Julie being pushed onto the bed, her clothes ripped off, and then… she cried.
I was furious: "Stop! Julie, you can't cry, understand? This is filming, understand?"
Seeing Julie's aggrieved expression, I sighed and said, "Action!"
James pounced on her like a hungry wolf, and the clothes Julie had just put on were ripped off again. Watching this gave me
a jolt; I finally understood why 21st-century directors couldn't resist sleeping with their actors.
That day, the sex scene was repeated n times, and Julie's clothes were torn n1 times. That "1" was the one
I tore, a solace for my wounded heart. It caused me unbearable pain; my penis was erect all afternoon. Sigh, being a director is truly
exhausting.
Next, all I need to do is shoot some special effects, edit it, and the movie can be released.
That day, an invitation arrived—it was for Marskolov's daughter's birthday celebration. I
initially didn't want to go, but seeing the benefits Marskolov mentioned in his letter, I went anyway.
That's how society is; there are no absolute friends, only absolute interests. I warned myself that
I would be moving up the social ladder, and I had to abide by this principle
. There's no way around it; in this dog-eat-dog world, only the fittest survive. Sigh, I had no choice but to do it. God, please forgive me, Amen.
Now, two years have passed since my rebirth. I wonder how my future relatives and friends are doing. Sigh,
I suddenly realize that the moon is always brighter in foreign countries. Hehe, don't blame me, I'm an American now.
In 1925, the anniversary of China's suffering was not far off. I hope China can pull through this crisis. I also want to go to
China to see 20th-century China, to see Chiang Kai-shek, to see what made him so great. I also want
to see Mao Zedong, to see if he truly embodies the majestic image I remember.
Haha, I suddenly realize that my life after being reborn is quite enjoyable. I have women to play with, money to count,
haha, and I can see and hold those lewd hands again, haha, how pleasant! I hope I can become America
's number one; that would be so prestigious!
DreamWorks is just starting out, and I have many things to do. For example, right now, I have to face film censorship
. If it doesn't pass approval, it'll be disastrous; all my efforts will be wasted. So I hope everyone will give me strength so that my
film can be a big hit, haha.
Voiceover… But, there are still many unexpected things waiting for you. You are God's chosen one; I will
always be watching you.

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