Hollywood starts with a broker

As the birthplace of cinema, France considers Gaumont and Pathé its cultural treasures. However, after Italian businessman Giancarlo Parretti and executives from Crédit Lyonnais conspired to acquire Pathé through fraud and other means, Pathé Films was reduced to a money-laundering tool for Italian consortiums.

This year, Giancarlo Parretti was prosecuted, and Jérôme Seydoux, in collaboration with the Days Group, acquired Pathé, garnering significant public support!

“Given the opportunity, Dawn Pictures could definitely collaborate with Pathé Films.”

Aaron shook hands with Jérôme Seydoux, recognizing the value of Pathé's chain of cinemas in Europe.

Dawn Pictures has only established an international branch in the UK to handle film distribution. France, Germany, Italy, Spain, and other countries are Aaron's next targets.

However, establishing a distribution network in these non-English speaking regions is not something that can be achieved overnight!

“To revitalize itself, Pathé would certainly be willing to accept Hollywood productions.”

The Pathé Group, led by Jérôme Seydoux, currently collaborates with MGM/UA, serving as their distributor in France.

Aaron isn't particularly worried about the current state of French domestic films. Without government subsidies and support from the pay-TV channel Canal+, French cinema would face even greater challenges!

A while later, Christiane Yelle found Aaron, her face showing a hint of panic.

Aaron frowned. “What's wrong? Did you run into someone like director Jean-Jacques Annaud again?”

“It's Mr. Gérard Depardieu. I bumped into him in the hallway just now, and he said he wanted to introduce me to film roles!”

Christiane Yelle didn't hide anything from Aaron.

“Gérard Depardieu?” A hint of anger arose in Aaron's heart. “That fat French guy again?”

He had heard that when Depardieu worked with Sophie Marceau, he had a habit of groping and taking advantage of her.

“Introduce you to roles? This guy's Hollywood co-production '1492: Conquest of Paradise' was a complete failure, and the romantic comedy 'Green Card' didn't make much of a splash either.”

“The popularity he gained from 'Cyrano de Bergerac' has almost been used up. His next focus will definitely be on French domestic films!”

Aaron wouldn't pay much attention to a buffoon like Gérard Depardieu.

“By the way, he didn't do anything to you, did he? You know, France is a breeding ground for rapists, child molesters, and film people who assault actresses!”

Roman Polanski, Woody Allen, and others are all people like that, and the morals of the art-house film circle are practically non-existent.

Aaron has no hope for the entertainment industry, and he views the European entertainment industry with even more scrutiny.

Hearing this, Christiane Yelle laughed directly. “He didn't do anything. We just chatted for a few words in the hallway. He doesn't even know me!”

“Okay, I'm going to the restroom,” Aaron said, not worried about Christiane Yelle. After all, with him as her backing now, who could touch her?

A mere Gérard Depardieu wasn't qualified!

Soon, Aaron arrived at the restroom, washed his face, and lit a cigarette. Suddenly, he heard a faint scream from a woman and a low panting from a man in the stall behind him.

Could it be Gérard Depardieu, whom Christiane Yelle had bumped into in the hallway?

Because Aaron knew some French, he quickly heard the woman in the stall calling out Gérard's name.

And Gérard Depardieu said he could arrange for her to enter his next comedy film!

Aaron smiled, then directly closed the restroom door and turned off the lights.

“Ah,” Sure enough, as soon as the restroom lights went out, a cry rang out from the stall.

Gérard Depardieu, pulling up his pants, had just opened the stall door when a large hand grabbed his long hair and slammed him to the ground!

Before the woman could come out, Aaron quickly closed the stall door and casually took a few pieces of clothing belonging to the two of them.

“Shhh, don't make a sound,” Aaron warned the woman inside in a low voice!

In the pitch-black restroom, the woman was trembling with fear, not daring to say a word.

Lying on the ground, Gérard Depardieu began to shout loudly for help, but Aaron used the couple's clothes to cover his head.

“Bang, bang!”

“Ugh, ah, ugh…”

Aaron kicked the head of Gérard Depardieu, who was wrapped in clothes, several times, and Gérard Depardieu could only groan in pain.

“Big nose, huh?” Aaron thought to himself.

He immediately kicked Gérard Depardieu's nose several times, and he finally passed out!

Still feeling unsatisfied, Aaron dragged Gérard Depardieu to the restroom door before leaving the restroom with peace of mind.

Everything was perfect!

He felt refreshed and enlightened.

It wasn't until several minutes after Aaron left that the woman, hearing no more sounds outside, dared to come out of the stall and began to shout for help, summoning the staff.

Gérard Depardieu, lying at the restroom door, was in a miserable state. His already ugly face was covered in blood, and the clothes wrapped around him were also stained with blood. His signature big nose had been kicked to pieces…

That night, Aaron, after leaving the Bristol Hotel ballroom, took Christiane Yelle to the Plaza Athénée Hotel!

“Aaron, did something big happen at the Bristol Hotel just now? Why were there so many reporters all of a sudden?”

Christiane Yelle, lying on the bed and hugging Aaron Anderson, who was pressing down on her, asked the question in her heart.

“Yeah,” Aaron, lying on Christiane Yelle, kissed the girl and smiled, “That Gérard Depardieu was caught having an affair with a young model in the restroom.”

“Presumably, the model's admirer or boyfriend took revenge on Gérard Depardieu, beat him up, and even smashed his signature big nose!”

“It's really, too tragic!”

Christiane Yelle opened her mouth in surprise. Was it such a coincidence?

She wouldn't suspect that Gérard Depardieu had been beaten by Aaron Anderson. After all, given Aaron's identity and status, it was completely impossible.

What Christiane Yelle was wondering now was, without the big nose, was Gérard Depardieu still Gérard Depardieu?

“This is God's will!”

Christiane Yelle said, rolling over and sitting on Aaron Anderson, her long black hair flying.

A wild beauty belonging to Brazil emanated!

Aaron also smiled and nodded, stroking the girl's waist, “Indeed, it's God's will…”