[Long Live the Director] Chapter Three: DreamWorks' First Film

Chapter Three: DreamWorks' First Film
After raising the money, we immediately began writing the script. However, after racking our brains for many days, we had no clue what to make
, which was quite frustrating. We were top students in the academy, after all.
Mainly, it was me; I thought for a long time, but there was simply nothing to film. Early Hollywood films were all black-and-white silent
films, and all I could think of were comedies. Who? Who did you say directed? You'll definitely recognize that person—
it's Charlie Chaplin.
I'm here, seeing his movies everywhere, ugh, I'm almost sick of them, watching his clownish
antics…
That day, the three of us gathered in the dormitory, each holding a stack of documents.
I said, "Alright, we've got the money. Now, let's think about what kind of movie to make."
Gans smiled, full of anticipation, and said, "Of course, riding a tall horse and driving a revolver, how impressive
! Like that guy named... Porter, how cool!"
"No, I think we should follow the trend and make a comedy, something to make people laugh. Look at those movies from United Artists, lots
of people watch them. If we make one, we'll definitely be as rich as Chaplin," Berg, who himself loved comedies,
insisted on opposing Gans' suggestion.
I couldn't help but shake my head. In 1920s Hollywood, you couldn't make horror movies or disaster movies;
the audience wouldn't accept them. Suspense movies were even worse; the three of us definitely didn't have enough money.
To carve out a path to success, innovation was the only way.
While I was considering, the dormitory was unusually quiet. Berg and Gans were getting impatient and took out their cigarette cases to smoke.
I was thinking when I spotted the cigarette pack, and inspiration struck. I slammed my hand on the table and yelled, "I've got it!"
Gans and Fatty were so startled they fell to the floor. Berg yelled angrily, "Boss, what's with the jump scare? Are you a
zombie?"
I pointed at the cigarette pack: "Film this."
Berg and Gans' eyes widened as they saw a scantily clad woman printed on the pack. Tobacco
merchants in Los Angeles print pornographic women on cigarette packs to attract customers, giving men something to masturbate with—a clever sales
tactic.
Berg froze, and Gans was completely dumbfounded. After a long while, he finally came to his senses, jumped up,
grabbed my collar, and exclaimed excitedly, "Boss, you're not...you're not...making a porn movie?"
Gans hugged my waist, twisting his body, and cried, "Boss, let me be the lead actor! Let me be the lead, okay
?"
I was sweating profusely, sweating buckets.
I punched one of them, cursing, "Damn it, am I that disgusting? Your boss is handsome and
dashing..." Before I could finish, the two of them covered their mouths and ran out. Ten minutes later,
their pale faces startled me.
I smirked and asked, "If we're going to make a movie, we'll need to register a company. Have you thought of a name?
"
Berg said, "Boss, we'll listen to you and won't interrupt anymore. If we keep interrupting, I'll probably be turned into a
skinny guy."
Wasn't that insulting me? Just because I haven't shown my teeth doesn't mean I'm a pushover! I raised my big foot and
kicked hard. The fat guy was still lost in his own "brilliant words," his mind wandering. A big foot flew towards him, and only then did he realize his dangerous situation. He tried to dodge, but his foot slipped, and 　　he tumbled out of the dormitory. Haha, this fat guy probably drooled too much while fantasizing; he slipped and fell 　　.
He brought it on himself. 　　 After dealing with the fat guy, I said to Gans, "I have an idea, let's call it DreamWorks." 　　 Gans pondered for a long time, then asked me, "Boss, isn't that the name of your movie theater?" 　　 I replied, "Yes, although it's been acquired by Warner Bros., I want to make thousands upon thousands of 　　movie theaters called DreamWorks stand up." 　　 Gans immediately clapped, "Good, good, boss, you have great taste." That flattery was incredibly satisfying, thoroughly satisfying 　　. 　　 Joking aside, I said to Gans seriously, "Have Berg register the company, and you go and recruit actors, 　　both men and women, and some extras, understand?" 　　 Seeing how serious I was, Gans also stopped smiling, "Boss, don't worry, I'll do a good job, you can focus 　　on writing the script." 　　 For the next ten days or so, I frantically wrote the script, while Berg and Gans went to recruit people, and the company DreamWorks 　　was born. I wonder what Spielberg will think decades later, I can only mourn for him, 　　and for all the directors or screenwriters who will suffer because of my borrowing. As the saying goes, "Better to die for your friends than 　　for me," so I have no choice but to pay my respects. If you die because of this, please don't blame me, because 　　there's too much plagiarism in this world. Blame them, let them haunt you, and those pseudo-original works will be 　　more than willing to pay with their lives… That day, I was halfway through writing when Berg rushed in, gesturing wildly at me. I thought 　　he'd gone mad. Suddenly, this piece of meat lunged at me, startling me. Considering Fatty's recent lewd behavior, 　　I sighed inwardly, "Oh no, I'm going to be molested by a man. 　　 " Fatty grabbed my hand and ran outside, shouting, "Andrei, beauties, beauties…" 　　I struggled and yelled, "Fatty, let go of me, I haven't finished writing the script yet…" Berg: 　　"I won't let go. If I don't take you to see beauties like these, you'll resent me for the rest of your life." 　　 Hearing this, I realized, oh, he meant to see beauties. Well, I'd definitely go, and relax a bit while I'm 　　at it. 　　 When the time came, I saw Gans staring wide-eyed at a woman. The woman had her back to me, but I could 　　clearly see she was a woman. Of course I could tell she was a woman; sigh, it's been so long since I've seen a woman 　　, I'm almost incoherent. 　　 I slowly walked around her, and when I saw her face, I froze. Was she even human? Absolutely a goddess, 　　a goddess of fortune, you've blessed me. Why? You actually ask me why? Look at yourself! Her long, golden hair 　　was tied up, falling to her shoulders; her deep blue eyes held a hint of allure; her lips were soft and moist.

Her breasts were high and full, her hips were plump, and her skin was beautiful and smooth. Ah, this kind of woman could definitely arouse a man
's primal urges.
Looking at this beautiful woman more closely, my mind came back to normal, and suddenly I felt something was wrong
. Why did this woman look so familiar? I slapped my forehead—wasn't that Nicole Kidman? Good heavens! I quickly said,
"Miss, what's your name?"
Berg hurriedly came over to introduce me: "Miss Julie, this is our boss, André Corleone."
Julie quickly stood up and bowed to me. I sighed. Thank goodness, it wasn't her, otherwise
I would have thought she was also from another time. I smiled at her, nodded, and said to Gans, who had just come to his senses,
"She's the lead actress. Sign her."
And so, DreamWorks' first female employee joined this den of iniquity.
A few days later, after I finished writing the script, I found Julie and showed it to her. Just then, Berg came in
and handed each of us a glass of water. We were engrossed in our conversation and drank it without a second thought. Berg quietly
left, and neither of us noticed the sly smile on his face.
A few minutes later, something felt wrong. Julie across from us felt hot all over; in my eyes, her
snow-white skin was flushed an alluring pink, and her entire demeanor suddenly changed. I also suddenly felt unwell; my lower body
became erect, and my whole body felt like it was burning in a furnace.
Julie asked, "Boss, what's wrong with me? I feel so hot!"
As she spoke, she started to tear off her clothes, and in no time, her top was gone. I was struggling with my inner turmoil;
at that moment, it was too late to say anything. I let out a roar and pounced on her. A short while later, we were
completely naked before each other. But when I inserted my penis into her vagina, I felt resistance. At that moment, there was no mercy; I thrust forcefully
, and Julie beneath me let out a muffled groan. Without giving her a moment's rest, I began to move wildly,
the sounds of flesh colliding echoing throughout the room. Julie's cries of pain turned to moans of pleasure. My eyes were fixed on Julie
's large breasts, trembling with each thrust. Finally, Julie screamed, and I felt
a tightness in her vagina, a tingling sensation in mine, my mind going blank.
After ejaculating, I pulled out my penis, noticing traces of red blood. Looking at
the red and white fluid dripping from Julie's labia, I recalled my earlier ferocity and suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
Julie fell into a deep sleep. I put on my clothes and searched everywhere for Berg. I finally found him in the library. I
slapped him on the head and yelled, "You little brat, are you tired of living? You dared to drug your boss?"
Berg let out a scream, truly like a pig being slaughtered, attracting everyone's attention.
I muttered angrily, "Why are you screaming so loudly? Are you looking for death?"
Berg looked heartbroken, "Boss, I was doing this for your own good, and you actually... you're ungrateful
..." I was so angry that I wanted to slap him again, but Berg dodged and said, "Boss, did you enjoy it?"
Without thinking, I said, "Yes."
Berg danced around, "That's good, as long as you enjoyed it."
He continued, "I saw that you've been quite tired these past few days, so I wanted you to rest."
Me: "Ugh..."
"What should I do now? She's still a virgin! I have to take responsibility for her! I'm doomed! Am I going to
walk into my grave?" I sighed to the heavens.
Berg immediately made his escape, laughing as he ran, "That's your problem, boss."
I chased after him, yelling, "Berg, you little brat, you're settling a personal score!" The tortoise and
the hare race was happening again on campus, except this time, the dean was half-naked on the windowsill, embracing and
kissing a female student.

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