Exploiting Hollywood 1980

   Chapter 605 Another Secretary General

   Locked the negatives shot on the aircraft carrier into a sturdy metal case, Ronald and Bruckheimer watched over the unprinted negatives, took the Navy helicopter, and then switched commercial flights, and returned to Los Angeles together.

   sent the negatives to the laboratory, Ronald couldn't bear the accumulated fatigue any longer, bid farewell to everyone, got into the car to pick up his little Bud, and went home to rest.

   This kind of exhaustion is not only physical, Ronald needs to work more than 12 hours a day during filming to ensure that every work of the crew is in place.

   The more important exhaustion is psychological. Everyone in the crew will take questions to let Ronald make a decision. From small props and hairstyles to big shot arrangements and coordination with the military. We also have to deal with big-name actors, actors and agents who do small tricks in private, and battle with nature.

  "You order me a pizza, thank you", Ronald told Bud to find something to eat.

   After all, she is not a careful woman. Ronald misses Aunt Karen in New York at this time. If Auntie is at home, she must have prepared a hot meal for herself and her favorite hot black tea.

   After Little Bud got the pizza back, Ronald had fallen asleep on the sofa, and the black tea was still on the coffee table next to him.

   "Hey", Little Bud brought a blanket to Ronald and covered it, then closed the door gently. Ronald worked very hard, and he couldn't bear to bother him with the troubles at home.

   "Ronald, you're back, come together. Our new home is beautiful."

  Ronald slept in a daze, as if he had dreamed of a beautiful figure, wearing a white sleeveless top, with a large turban on his hair, knocking on the wall in an old house.

   "Just come..." Ronald also put on a mask and started working with a woman who seemed to be his girlfriend.

   Seeing that she is not tall and elegant, looking from behind, she could not recognize her girlfriend for a while.

   Ronald hugged her from behind, and a tender music sounded, which was sung by a soulful male voice.

   This dream is so strange, why does it have its own background music? Ronald felt that the dream seemed to be a mixture of his subconscious and the movies he had seen in his previous life.

   "I brought you a clean shirt from the laundry room. We'll go to my aunt's for dinner later, and tomorrow I'm going to the ballet rehearsal."

"It's you, Antonia? Are you willing to come back and marry me?" Hearing the clothes going to the dry cleaning, and the ballet, Ronald remembered the time when he was with Antonia Franceschi and had imagined Live the life after marriage.

"Yes, you want to make a movie, I want to dance ballet, I'm so sad that we can't be together because of our career." Antonia Francesky transformed into a elf in a ballet costume, as if performing on stage, away from him again.

   "Antonia, Antonia..." Ronald shouted anxiously, not wanting her to leave.

   "Ronnie, Ronnie", little Bud heard the cry and came to see Ronald.

   "It's okay, I had a dream."

   After a sleep, Ronald felt that his energy had recovered a little. Now is not the time to start a family life and continue to fight for his career. The pizza is already cold, so I'll just go out with little Bud to find something to eat.

"Breaking news, Konstantin, the general secretary of the Soviet Union, died this morning at the Moscow Central Clinical Hospital. It is reported that Moscow declared three days of national mourning and published his obituary in Pravda, and Resume of successor Mikhail."

   "This is the first time in three years?" Ronald was munching on Italian meatballs in a cafe when he heard the ABC TV report and asked little Bud in dismay.

"The third one," Little Bud took a sip of coffee, "When I was in the Marine Corps, many comrades in arms said that the fate of the great commander was favored by God, so the alliance would send two consecutively away when he was in office. ... now the third general secretary."

   "Our chief commander definitely doesn't think so." Ronald was amused. Now it seems that many people think that the chief commander is the son of heaven, who can escape the curse and survive the assassination, and can also endure the death of several secretary-generals.

  …

   Inside the White House, the commander-in-chief is discussing this emergency with the White House Chief of Staff, National Security Affairs Assistant, CIA Director, and many other staff and government officials.

"Unlike the two previous deaths of the Secretary-General, this time the obituary and the resume of the Secretary-General's successor appeared on the front page of Pravda at the same time. So we don't have to observe who is in line to carry the coffin at the funeral. No. 1, knowing that Mikhail would be his successor," CIA Director William Casey reported.

"He is the candidate we selected. When the deputy commander attended the funeral of the former general secretary Yuri last time, he sent a message to the Central Secretary Ryzhkov that Amelica and its allies would not accept the succession of anyone other than Mikhail. The strategy of the Secretary-General seems to be working.”

   National Security Assistant Clark, who is a close friend of the commander-in-chief's California ranch, this successor is a testament to the success of his strategy.

"We finally have an alliance leader who can communicate with each other." White House Chief of Staff James Baker breathed a sigh of relief. The first three secretary-generals were all hospitalized in the hospital for a long time to recuperate, and many times they were unable to communicate with the other side normally. .

   Several people held a long meeting together, until the first lady Nancy came over and asked the commander to have dinner.

   "My dear, it's time for you to eat."

   "Gentlemen, come here first, I want to eat with Nancy first." The chief commander announced the suspension of the meeting.

   "Clark, let's try the veal from the California ranch." Nancy and the Washington bureaucrats were at odds with each other. Only Clark, the national security adviser, was their neighbor and friend on the California ranch, and the three sometimes dined together.

   Several staff members looked jealously at Clark, who had a good relationship with Nancy. He could always influence the chief through Nancy.

   "My dear, it's finally time for a leader with whom you can communicate. Your dream is finally possible."

   The first lady watched lovingly as her husband ate veal from his home ranch.

   "Of course, Nancy, our dream."

The commander seemed to have remembered something and said to his wife, "I will have a lot of communication work with that Mikhail next. You ask our old friends in Hollywood, how has the alliance reacted in recent years? Movies of ordinary people's lives? I need to know what their ordinary people think about life, about government, and about us."

   "Okay, just last time Sinatra called and said he wanted you to appeal more. Now there is too much eroticism and violence in Hollywood."

   "He is in Las Vegas now, is he still living like a king?" The commander thought of his old friend.

   "I'm not in good health now, but since you restored his casino license, life is still the same."

  The commander chatted while eating and agreed to call on Hollywood to reduce violence and erotica at the next press conference. Many of his supporters are southern conservative whites. Those who originally voted for the Donkey Party, with the aid of evangelicals, turned to the conservative leader. This appeal is exactly in line with their demands.

   "Frank, Ronald agreed, next time when the opportunity is right, he will appeal to reporters to bring Hollywood back to its conservative and patriotic traditions."

  Nancy called the famous singer and movie star, Frank Sinatra. The old friend donated generously in her husband's campaign, giving out four million dollars, and is the first funder among old Hollywood friends. After being elected for the second time this year, the commander-in-chief has included him in the next batch of recipients of the Presidential Medal of Freedom.

   "Frank, I have already done the things you asked me to do. When we come to Vegas, we will have a good time."

After   Sinatra got the news, he called Paramount’s old friend, Frank Mancuso, the CEO of Italian descent.

   "That's really good. The commander agreed?"

   "Rest assured, he will, at the right time, talk about the endless stream of violence and eroticism in Hollywood, and call for a return to the traditions of the golden age."

   "Thanks to you, I'll make Paramount movie stars show up at your desert hotel."

  Mancuso leaned back in his chair with satisfaction. He had already read the samples of "Top Gun". There are many places in it. You can use the speech of the great commander to make progress. Those in Tanin who only understand filmmaking do not understand the workings of upper-level politics.

   This is also an important reason why he is highly favored by the Gulf Western Company, and he has friends in politics.

   "Okay, Nancy, it's my honor to serve the chief commander." Jack Valentine, president of the American Film Association, also received a call from the first lady.

"The best-selling film of the Souvelle Union in recent years is a good film that reflects the lives of ordinary people. It is called 'Moscow does not believe in tears'. Yes, ordinary people, and unwed mothers, middle-aged love, very similar to our America. isn't it? It's a rare Moscow movie."

   "That's fine, Ronald just wanted to see this, can America find a copy?" the first lady asked over the phone.

"Certainly, Nancy. It also won the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film. Yes, I believe it must have been introduced and shown in America, otherwise it would not have entered the Best Foreign Language Film selection. I will find him. publishers and send copies to the White House."

   "Please help me find the publisher of 'Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears'", Jack Valenti rang the bell and instructed the secretary.

   "New world?" Valenti laughed while looking at the filing materials handed over by the secretary. He knew Roger Coleman's reputation and liked to bring in foreign film screenings.

   "The commander-in-chief will see it, ask the people from the New World to send a copy, and I will call the White House."

   "Uh..." The secretary hesitated for a while, "I heard that Roger Coleman took away the copyrights of old films before New World."

   "This Roger, business is shrewd," Jack Valenti picked up the handset and dialed Coleman.

   "Roger, do you have a copy of 'Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears'? Very well, the Commander-in-chief will see it."

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