"Of course, you're right." Lance's words made George breathe a sigh of relief.

Although Lance did not make any special moves, George could feel the invisible pressure, and it was hard to explain it. He even had a thin layer of sweat on his back. This feeling was really long gone. Several times, George had an illusion that he was talking to a big shot like Barry Mayer, but in the blink of an eye, he saw clearly that what he saw was Lance in front of him - Lance with a smile on the corner of his mouth, Lance with a fragile Lance with his eyes, and Lance with no attack power.

George believed that it must be because he didn't sleep well last night.

"It's not possible to start from Africa, but it's a good choice from South America." Lance just paused for a moment, then said seriously, and the light tone exploded in George's ears. The roller coaster experience of rising and falling directly made all George's voice and reactions pinched into his throat. However, Lance seemed to have not noticed George's strangeness and fell into his own thoughts. "Mario Vargas-Lausa, Garcia-Marquez, Jorge-Borges... Too many excellent literary works have been born on the South American continent, and I think it's worth exploring."

After George's awakening, Lance became interested in it because he knew clearly that in 2015, African films were still dead silent, and that land was always tortured by war and disaster, which was sighing; but South American films had already risen strongly, Argentina, Brazil, and Chile have produced many excellent works, and Mexican film talents have become a force that Hollywood cannot ignore.

In his previous life, he did not read the contract carefully; perhaps after careful examination, he might be able to find something.

Lance looked up at George, and a trace of confidence and firmness slowly spilled between his eyebrows, "Maybe this can be the starting point for me to start over again, right?" Lance's blue eyes flashed with starlight, as if a dolphin was leaping gently on the deep and vast sea surface. He looked at George focused and sincerely, as if seeking George's affirmation.

George was choked at this time, his mind was messy and he didn't know how to react. He couldn't make any sound. He could only force a smile, then nodded in panic, and tried hard to play the role of a best friend.

Lance turned a blind eye to George's embarrassment, and the smile in his eyes spread to the corner of his mouth like stars falling. "I knew you would support me." Lance gently patted George on the shoulder, and the cheerful mood seemed to make the air lighter, "Thank you, my friend, thank you!"

George had the urge to vomit blood at this time!

In the past two weeks, he spent countless efforts on laying the groundwork, allowing Lance to develop according to his ideas and draw a magnificent New York blueprint. Next, he only needs to push it lightly behind his back. It would be natural for Lance to give up the adaptation rights of these works, and Lance will truly cut off all relationships with Diorama Pictures.

But, what's going on now? Why did things take a turn for the worse? Why did the style suddenly change? This is completely contrary to what he expected!

In fact, George felt that Ryan's move was a superfluous way, because even if those novels were adapted into movies, it would be impossible to succeed. However, Ryan insisted that he should never leave any chance to revive. Deep in his heart, George also knew that Ryan was still afraid. Even if he didn't admit it, no one could deny Lance's outstanding vision of choosing works, which is also an important reason why Diorama Film can develop so rapidly. Therefore, George finally stood on the same front as Ryan.

But now things are getting extra difficult.

Lance has made a decision. If George blindly sings the opposite and persuades them to transfer these copyrights to Diorama, then Lance will inevitably be suspicious. Once Lance sees through the activities behind George and Ryan, things in the future will be difficult, and this is the real loss.

George knew that the future was long and he could not be seen so quickly, and he had to stay by Lance's side.

Thinking of this, George quickly made a decision. He swallowed the old blood that had already flowed into his mouth, and showed a big smile, "Of course, this is my task. You know, no matter when, I am your unwavering supporter. If you want, let it go."

"Of course!" Lance raised his thumb on his right hand at George, and the expression on his face faded away from the haze, showing long-lost confidence and brilliance. The trust and reliance that George was familiar with flashed in his deep eyes. Fortunately, he reacted in time and survived this crisis. Lance did not see the flaws, which made George breathe a sigh of relief.

But... Looking at Lance's smile, what's going on with this indescribable sense of aggrievance?

George silently clenched his fist in his heart. Finally, he could no longer help it. He turned his head and looked forward, raised his chin and pointed at the pastor who walked forward, lowered his voice and said, "Look, the pastor is ready, the funeral is about to begin." After that, George stopped waiting for Lance's reaction, so he closed his mouth and looked ahead with concentration, as if the funeral in front of him was a wonderful opera performance.

Lance slowly moved his gaze away from George and also looked into the distance. The future is long, and there is still a lot of time to slowly clear the debt between him and George, and today is just the beginning. At least, George did a good thing today, reminding Lance of the adaptation of the few novels. Perhaps, this trivial thing can really become the key to his comeback.

Retracting all his thoughts, Lance gradually calmed down, listening to the pastor's memorial speech in front of him, and listening to the grief of Betsy-Blair. Since his rebirth, the chaos and chaos of war were caught off guard, and every second would disappear. Lance really calmed down for the first time, examining his past, his present, and his future.

"The fact is that we all yearn for being remembered, hope that we can become an irreplaceable part of history, hope that our name will be passed down by future generations, even if we leave this world, the world still has traces of ours. But Carrel said that no one can last forever.

He said that a person will die three times in his life. The first time is when he died. From a physiological point of view, he died. The second time is when he was buried. People come to attend his funeral and miss his life. From a sociological point of view, he died. The third time is when the last person who remembers him forgets him. From an emotional point of view, he truly dies.

So, Carrel said that he did not need many admirers and admirers, nor did he want to be an immortal great man, he only wanted to have one—the only one who could remember him forever. He told me that he was lucky because he found it.”

When Becky finished speaking, she stood beside the coffin and she couldn't cry. She almost couldn't stand steadily. In the end, she didn't faint with the help of the priest. Lance looked at Becky in the sun quietly, and her eyes slowly moved to the coffin next to her, with a faint bitterness gushing in her eyes.

Perhaps Carrel had seen through all this long ago. Even at his funeral, the people attending had their own goals. Many people regarded this funeral as another social platform, rather than actually coming to mourn his death. However, Carrel was lucky, at least Betsy stood beside him.

Once, he had an opportunity to change his life. However, he was too self-righteous, too naive and stupid at that time, thinking that making achievements and creating history was so easy; once, he thought that dreams were better than everything, and with a boiling enthusiasm, he bowed his head and rushed forward without hesitation, relying solely on the belief in dreams to illuminate the whole world. However, he was too confused and too confused to know people. Not only did he ignore the executioner who cut off the rope of his life, but he even regarded his accomplices as his best friends.

So, he missed it.

When he really understood, everything was too late. Diorama had already become the backbone of Hollywood's first-tier production companies, and George Clooney had also become the top figure in the Hollywood pyramids. They were not something he could fight alone. In fact, let alone confrontation, they just need to talk to make his acting career in New York difficult and dark.

In fact, at the beginning, Lance tried to analyze the reason for the incident, whether he was too arbitrary or too strong or domineering, which led to the fall of friendship, hoping to find the root of all this from himself. Now Lance understood that maybe he was wrong, maybe Ryan, Tucker, and Jason were wrong, or maybe they were all wrong, but in fact, none of these matters, because in the shopping mall, there is no right or wrong, no friendship, only interests - absolute interests.

At the intersection of friendship and interests, at the intersection of dreams and reality, he made his choice, Ryan, Tucker and Jason made their choice, and George made his choice, and then each took on his own consequences.

He was wrong once, and he would never be wrong again. He spent his whole life struggling to bear the consequences, and now it was their turn to bear the consequences. Carrel's funeral not only buried an outstanding director, but also a innocent, kind and sincere soul, as well as those dreams and beliefs that were once.

After the funeral, Lance walked forward again, gave Becky a hug, sent his blessings, and then slowly left the cemetery along the crowd.
Chapter completed!