The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of energy in the foggy city. Chapter 343 Premiere (7)
Subtitle of this chapter: The villain dies because he talks too much, but I am the protagonist, the real protagonist!
Thursday morning, July 28, 1927.
Croke Park, Dublin, Ireland.
The wheels rumbled, the horses neighed, but this time no one made a fuss.
A dozen horse-drawn carts carrying workers and construction materials arrived directly at the stadium gate. Leading the way was a car, and before the car had even stopped, Mr. Ganon Townsend jumped out in high spirits.
Acting as a foreman, he surveyed his surroundings with satisfaction, then waved his hand to the workers behind him and said, "Alright, let's get to work!"
Remember this place?
November 21st of last year was the day when our Master Yuan and old Mr. Baker played white ball and explained the story of Edison and his son at the country club.
The second "Bloody Sunday" in Irish history took place here.
That afternoon, a Irish football match was to be held there. A group of members of the Garda Reserva and the Black and Tans surrounded the pitch and began searching it. These two units, notorious for their brutality, opened fire on the civilian spectators, killing 12 and injuring 60.
By the way, where else could the premiere of "Orphan of Famine" be held if not here?
At this time, many Irish people gathered here, because the news that Croke Park would be the venue for the premiere had spread throughout Dublin.
Seeing them coming, these people also gathered around and asked, "Sir, are you working for Famine Orphans?"
"Yeah, what's up with you guys?"
"Is there anything we can do to help?"
"No need, we have enough manpower."
"Sir, don't get me wrong. We're not here looking for a job..."
“We don’t charge money…”
“We just want to do our part…”
"Yes, sir. Any job..."
Townsend looked at his Irish compatriots, nodded seriously and said, "Okay, please help us unload the things from the car first."
"no problem!"
At the same time, a press conference was about to be held in a hotel not far from Croke Park Stadium.
This press conference was announced by the crew of "Orphan of Famine", and naturally attracted reporters from all over the world.
"Look, that should be Miss Emma Pulitzer, right?"
"Yes, the man next to her is her fiancé, Mr. Louis Baker."
The two of them had been "released" and naturally rushed to Dublin immediately.
To be exact, they were not detained, but stayed in London for two more days under the pretext of cooperating with the police investigation. Of course, this was because of their extraordinary identities.
Lin Huiyin, whose identity is not extraordinary enough and who is also a Seres, is still cooperating with the police investigation and it is unknown when she will be able to regain her freedom.
"Mr. Griffith, I'm a reporter from The Times. I'd like to ask how your crew came to Ireland?"
The film master frowned and said, "Don't you know that the historical background of our film is the Great Irish Famine? If so, of course we have to come to Ireland."
"Excuse me, I'm asking how you got in touch with Ireland?"
Mr. Kennedy Sr. immediately chimed in, "I invited the crew here on behalf of the Irish side. The reason is simple: this is a film about Irish history."
"I'm a reporter from The Guardian. Mr. Kennedy, did you know about the July 23 kidnapping incident?"
This time it was JFK's father's turn to frown and say, "I don't know."
"I'm a reporter from the Daily Telegraph. I'd like to ask why the screenwriter of 'Orphans of Famine' didn't attend this press conference?"
Kennedy Sr. replied, "Dr. Yuan was too frightened and slightly injured, so he needs time to recuperate."
"Then may I ask Mr. Kennedy if he has anything to do with this kidnapping? Why did he come to Ireland with the two Crown Princes?"
"As far as I know, there is no connection. This incident is completely coincidental."
"There's a theory going around that Dr. Yuan is the mastermind behind this incident. Mr. Kennedy, what's your opinion?"
"Nonsense, this is absolutely nonsense!" JFK's father shouted, "Okay, ladies and gentlemen. This is the press conference for "Orphans of Famine." We will no longer accept inquiries unrelated to this film."
"Mr. Kennedy, I'm Emma Pulitzer, a reporter for Le Monde."
"Hello, Miss Pulitzer. I've read all the reports in the World. They're very interesting."
"Thank you, Mr. Kennedy. I'd like to interview Miss Lillian Gish on behalf of our audience. As the leading actress, what do you think of this film?"
The famous star said calmly, "I can only say that this was the most difficult shoot in my acting career. You have no idea how much 'torture' I and the other actresses have endured..."
At this moment, our Master Yuan was walking and chatting with an "old friend" in the woods outside the farm, and they were communicating alone.
Their entourage and "guards" were all far away, and the two old smokers, each holding a cigar, chatted harmoniously in the lush green woods.
"Dr. Yuan, I have to admit that you are indeed a genius, a criminal genius."
"Haha..." Yuan Yanshu chuckled and said, "Mr. Churchill, I don't understand what you are saying at all..."
It was Churchill who proposed this conversation.
After Master Yuan completed this deal, he became even more arrogant.
Like many villains who died because of their talkativeness, he also had a desire to talk, not to mention that Dan Brown believed that he had histrionic personality disorder after research.
So who better to listen to than Churchill?
So he agreed without considering the consequences.
"I just wrote a detective novel, but I'm not Professor Moriarty in the Sherlock Holmes series."
Churchill shook his head and said, "No, Professor Moriarty probably doesn't have the imagination and execution ability of you, Dr. Yuan."
Yuan Yan shrugged and said, "Mr. Churchill, it seems you have a deep misunderstanding of me. Yes, I was the one who escorted the two Crown Princes out of the embassy. But I didn't expect that there were accomplices of the gang at the back door. They threatened the lives of the two princes, so I had no choice but to lay down my gun and surrender."
"Humph!" Churchill sneered and said, "Dr. Yuan, I have to admit once again that this is indeed a good story."
"Stories, facts, facts, stories..." Master Yuan sighed helplessly, "Everyone has their own ideas, and I can't do anything about it."
He paused and said, "Mr. Churchill, are you here to arrest me?"
"Unfortunately, according to our agreement, I can't arrest you right away, at least not before this damn premiere!" Churchill gritted his teeth and said, "I just wanted to satisfy my curiosity. Why would someone like you do such a thing?"
Yuan Yan suddenly thought to herself, you probably don’t know what a suicidal spirit is.
"Mr. Churchill, you're asking the wrong question." He smiled faintly and said, "Suppose, of course, it's just a hypothesis. If this was really me who did it, then you should be asking why I didn't just kill the two highnesses directly. The consequences would be much more serious than they are now."
Churchill raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, Dr. Yuan, why don't you do that?"
Master Yuan thought again, you probably don’t even know what S value is.
"Because..." Yuan Yan suddenly lowered her head and smiled at him, then lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "I like your British Empire!"
"Ah?" This time one of the future Big Four was really stunned.
"Mr. Churchill, people all over the world...at least Americans and Chinese like to hear me criticize Britain, so I will criticize Britain. If I really defend you, you won't give me pounds."
"Similarly, people all over the world like to see Britain embarrass itself, so I'm going to find ways to embarrass you."
"But, deep down, I like Britain."
Seeing Churchill about to speak with a puzzled look on his face, he raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Sir, please listen to me until I finish what I have to say..."
"I like Britain because you traverse the seven seas, dominate the world, and build an empire greater than Spain's. Even though my country has suffered as a result, as a history lover, I can't help but express my admiration for you."
"I like Britain because you were the first to complete the Industrial Revolution, allowing the light of modern civilization to illuminate the world. Even if you have to admit that such a great achievement required countless bones and the blood and flesh of countless people, as a social scientist, I cannot help but deny that this is not a way for human progress."
"I like Britain because you've developed a modern democratic system, consigning a handful of emperors to the dustbin of history. Even though your democracy isn't as thorough as the New World's and you still retain a useless royal family, as a modern person, I can't help but say this is the right direction for history to develop."
"I like Britain because of its capitalism... After all, I am a capitalist economist."
"But what I like most about Britain is that you small shopkeepers keep interrupting the progress of European unification!"
"Shopkeepers" was what Napoleon called the British.
He said Britain was a nation of small shopkeepers, and his contemporary, Adam Smith, commented in The Wealth of Nations that the British imperial government was deeply influenced by small shopkeepers. Even the future "Iron Lady" Margaret Thatcher said this about her country.
But it was precisely these "small shop owners" who shattered the dream of becoming emperor and dominating the European continent.
In fact, "small shopkeepers" have always been the nemesis of the ambitious "ideal state" emperors, such as William II, "His Highness the Temperance", and later the European Union.
"Rebuilding the Roman Empire is naturally an unprecedented feat for Europeans other than you British, but a unified European empire is not a good thing for us non-Europeans."
Think about it, if Napoleon really unified Europe, wouldn't he have tried to open the door to Seris?
Would Qianlong, known as the "Ten Perfects" and the "Greatest Emperor of All Time", perform better than his grandson Daoguang when faced with the First Opium War, which was dominated by the emperor?
Think about it again, if this timeline turned into "The Man in the High Castle", wouldn't Seris's ending be even worse than the original one?
At that time, Serbia will not become a large-scale India, but a large-scale Taiwan.
"So, Mr. Churchill, I like Britain."
After hearing this, Mr. Churchill realized that he was facing a... a madman who was hard to describe.
He immediately retorted, "Dr. Yuan, do you mean that our British Empire will collapse? Will we Europeans even be replaced by you Chinese?"
"Hahaha……"
Our Master Yuan couldn't help but laugh out loud because he remembered the joke about "Old Buddha".
“Wuwuwu…”
But the sound of his laughter became increasingly unpleasant, until it finally sounded like crying, because he then remembered how much blood, suffering, and pain the Seres had to endure to build the railway for the foreigners.
It will take another hundred years, a hundred years of great suffering!
He wiped the tears from his eyes and said, "Maybe, we Chinese may build a railway for you one day. But you should worry about the Americans first."
Yuan Yanshu was telling the truth. It wasn't "His Royal Highness" who destroyed the British Empire. Hitler wanted Britain to retain its Asian colonies.
It was the Yankees and, of course, the Russians who really made the sun set.
"Thank you for your affection and concern, Dr. Yuan." Churchill gritted his teeth and said, "But you should worry about your future first."
Master Yuan pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Mr. Churchill, I don't understand what you mean. Why should I worry about the future?"
"Haha..." Churchill sneered, "Dr. Yuan, do you think you still have a future? Yes, you can still write novels in prison in the future."
"Prison?" Yuan Yan suddenly pretended to be surprised and asked, "Why am I in prison? Could it be that..."
"Hahaha..." He laughed heartily again, looking up to the sky. "Mr. Churchill, are you going to accuse me of being the mastermind of this incident and send me to jail?"
"Dr. Yuan, do you think you did it perfectly? Do you know how much evidence points to you? For example, those diplomatic parcels addressed to you, the repair shop in Limehouse, and the fishing boat docked in Greenwich and registered under your company's name..."
In 1921, the British Empire was still a modern nation, with a strong grip on its homeland. Lord Holwood and his Metropolitan Police were no idlers.
As long as we continue searching based on the small number of Chinese people in the UK, what can we not find?
Our Master Yuan frowned and said, "Wait a minute, Mr. Churchill, do you really think this evidence can send me to jail?"
Churchill extinguished his cigarette against a tree and said, "Wait, Dr. Yuan, wait."
Yuan Yan suddenly extinguished his cigar in the same place, smiled slightly and said, "I'll wait, Mr. Churchill, I'll wait."
