"Photo... make a movie?" Obama looked at his chief of staff in amazement, completely unbelievable. Not only him, but all the senior White House officials present were like this.

"Yes, sir, that's it." MacDonald spread his hands helplessly. When he first heard this, he also had the same expression.

After all, they had imagined many possible requests about Amidala. People in the movie world came to reality with such a big fanfare and used all means to oppress them and make them surrender to cooperation in their eyes. The content of cooperation will definitely make people feel extremely stressful, but they did not expect that it would be such a simple thing in the end.

Damn, you spent that time and oppressed and threatened all kinds of things. In the end, you said you just wanted to make a movie with us?! The senior officials here were all whizzing past ten thousand grass and mud horses.

"Ms. Amidala said that their world was formed by movies, so there are always some problems. Although they have been studying those phenomena, and have achieved a lot of results, there are still many areas that lack progress. Therefore, they need to customize some movies to observe the birth and development of their... process." MacDonald said, "I have handed over the video of the meeting to the technical department, and you can call it out and read it at any time."

"What movie are they going to make?" Brennan asked immediately. As the head of the intelligence security department, he was very alert to ideological aspects.

"They said they would have sufficient discussion with us next time. They only proposed a general framework, and we are responsible for the specific content." McDonald shrugged.

"If it's just that, they don't have to disturb us and contact Hollywood directly?" Kerry interrupted at this time. "Looking at George Lucas' happy appearance, there must be a lot of people willing to cooperate with them."

"Yes. Mr. Amidala said that they thought so at first," the chief of staff nodded, "to come to reality with a low profile, then create a legal identity, register a company, and then go to Hollywood to invest in movies."

"This shows that some of them are living in the real world as ordinary people?" Brennan, as an intelligence agent, is very sensitive to certain information.

"I don't know, sir." McDonald shook his head.

"Listen to him, John." Obama calmed Brennan.

"But because of the problem of time and space cracks, they had to contact us directly," said McDonald. "In addition, the US government in the movie has conducted enough analysis, so we have the current contact."

"This is really the biggest joke of the century. The movie characters ran out of the movie world. Then they threatened us to make movies for them..." Someone said this, but no one laughed.

"However, because of this, they require...the preparations for the movie must not exceed three weeks. The movie must not exceed two and a half months from filming to completion of editing and post-production." McDonald didn't want to speak anymore, but in this case he didn't speak, who would speak?

As soon as these words came out, everyone present frowned, and Finance Minister Jacob Lu laughed: "Even if I don't understand the movie, I know it. It will take at least five or six months from the start of filming to the end of the filming. Moreover, I think they will definitely not ask for independent and low-cost production."

"They said that they could use their supercomputers to create late-production for us." The chief of staff immediately said.

"Super computer?" Many people in the room lit up their eyes.

"Yes, Vicky of "Public Enemy of Mechanical", Red Queen of "Resident Evil", White Queen, Jarvis of "Iron Man", etc." MacDonald nodded.

"Can they take it to their own world for rendering?" Brennan was asked this question. His presence had already made Cia's Comey and NSA's Rogers look at each other.

"Can we get these supercomputers for compensation?" Kerry asked.

"They won't take their own world to render. They will park a space warship outside the earth, and the movie copy can be taken there for rendering." McDonald answered one by one. "Of course, our people can go up and watch and help. We can also ask for super movies as a reward, but gentlemen, don't forget that we don't have many opportunities, and no matter what we want, several other countries will get the same thing."

"Damn it! How could they do this!" The Minister of Defense began to be resentful again, "And how could they park the warships in space! This is an invasion of the earth!"

Of course, not many people agreed with him. At least they explained it first. Even if they didn’t explain, what can the Earth do if they parked the warship directly? Anti-satellite missiles? Can they destroy the opponent’s energy cover?

"Anyway, this is the case at present," the chief of staff did not intend to continue the talk, so he quickly seized the opportunity to end the conversation. "The video of the meeting has been sorted out, and the confidentiality level is a can be viewed freely."

Then he came to Obama: "Mr. President, do you want to meet their liaison officer first?"

"Of course," the US president who came back from his thoughts nodded, "Well, gentlemen, that's it for the time being. You guys first look at the conference video, and I'll meet our... liaison officer, Secretary of State Elizabeth McCord."

As soon as this said, many people showed a look of wanting to laugh, and many looked at Kerry, who shrugged and did not take it to heart.

With the bodyguards and staff members coming out of the president's office, Obama soon came to another office, where McCord, in a women's suit, was sitting with a tablet computer and watching something.

"Mr. President." After noticing that he came in, McCord stood up.

"Hello, ma'am," Obama reached out and looked polite, "Welcome to the real world White House."

"Thank you," McCord smiled slightly, "Although some details are different, they are roughly the same. I think Amidala should have said this to you."

"Indeed." Obama coughed lightly. He wanted to establish his psychological advantage, but he was defeated by the other party.

"What are you looking at?" he asked with a different topic and looked at the tablet on the table. Although it was just a small episode, it was a bit embarrassing.

However, when he saw the picture of the tablet, he was slightly surprised because what was displayed was various related information and pictures of "Ms. Secretary of State".

"Although I've seen it many times, I still want to see more. Maybe something has been missed." McCord said, as if he explained, "If possible, Mr. President may be able to ask me a question."

"Please...please say." Obama smiled.

"Here I ask the screenwriters if my prototype is really Hillary Clinton?" McCord said.

"Well..." Although it is not the first time I have been in contact with movie characters, it still feels a bit messy in the wind when discussing their prototypes so openly and without any barriers.

"There is no Ms. Clinton in your world?" Obama asked at the end.

"Of course there are, we have Ms. Albright," McCord raised his eyebrows. "We have discussed this, and her opinion is that it is absolutely impossible."

"I think so," Obama laughed twice. "Michelle likes watching this TV series very much, and I have watched several episodes with him."

"However, our world does not have a black president yet, and the real world really needs to do better than us in this regard." McCord suddenly said this again, not knowing whether it was a compliment or something.

"Thank you." Obama suddenly laughed, but no matter how sharp she was, it was the US government that was cultivated by the US government no matter which place it was.

Then both sides sat down, and the president asked again, "So, Ms. McCorder, as the Movie World and our liaison, what is your main job?"

"You know, Mr. President, to avoid unnecessary trouble and conflict, I did not bring anything beyond your current technology when I came here." McCord said this first, and then without waiting for Obama and the others to express it, he immediately continued, "My job is actually very simple, it is to listen to your opinions and communicate it to the United Council. I will not tell you what to do, nor will I interfere with anything about you, I am just an observer."

After pausing, looking at them, she continued, "Also, you can draw a small area in the White House or somewhere as a place where I come and go. In other words, I will not disappear or appear outside of your designated place."

"Thank you very much for your honesty, ma'am." Obama took a deep breath, "If it were just that, you could build a communication station in the place we designated. Anyway, you will park a warship in space, right?"

"We just want to show our sincerity, Mr. President," McCord said calmly. "Once we show sincerity, I hope you can show sincerity, so that communication will be smoother."

As a sophisticated politician, Obama quickly grasped what the other person said: We know that you have always been scruples about us, which is human nature and we don’t care; however, you are one-way transparent to us, and no matter what small actions you do, you cannot escape our eyes; so, after we show sincerity, it is best not to destroy each other’s trust.

Damn one-way transparency! Obama cursed in his heart, but he still had to keep a smile on his face.

"You'll see, ma'am," he said, and then said, "So, when can you communicate in specific terms about making movies?"

"It will take a few more days," McCord said. "It takes a lot of energy to drag the warship of the Trade Alliance from the space-time channel into the real world. We must leave a part that can be dealt with. Although the battle in Times Square has weakened the energy fluctuations that tear the space-time and space, under normal circumstances, there should not be any more people accidentally thrown into the real world, but we must be prepared, right?" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!