The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 206: Long Shot (Part 1)
Subtitle of this chapter: A long shot at the beginning
The group drove out of downtown Portland and headed straight for the suburbs.
About an hour... Actually, our Master Yuan felt that time passed too quickly. Before he could even say a few words to Miss Gu Mengmeng, he arrived at his destination - a large farm on the seaside.
This farm is truly huge, covering over a thousand acres. Old Yuan's family owned thousands of acres of land back home, making them the richest people in the area. However, their land is only one-sixth the size of this farm.
There is nothing you can say about America, the chosen country. Forty years earlier, in the 1880s, legal American citizens could still apply for public land.
But this is not something we can envy. Hundreds of years ago, the Seres people refused to suffer the hardships of the pioneers of the Age of Exploration, so hundreds of years later, the Seres people had to suffer the hardships of the great powers that prospered in the Age of Exploration.
At the entrance of the farm, he saw another beautiful woman. The only flaw was that her husband was standing next to her.
This golden boy and girl were waiting for him at the door.
"Mrs. Fitzgerald, long time no see. You are still as beautiful as ever."
Remember? In order to make the fate of the Fitzgeralds less tragic, he specially hired Zelda Fitzgerald to be the scriptwriter of "Orphans of Famine" to "turn their luck"?”.
Yuan Yan suddenly took off her hat, stepped forward and kissed the man's hand.
The flattering words he uttered made the other person laugh like a silver bell. "Mr. Yuan, it's been a while since we last met. You're still as handsome and eloquent as ever."
"Haha... I may be good at talking, but I'm not as handsome as your husband." Then he hugged Zelda Fitzgerald's husband and said, "Francis, I didn't expect to see you here."
"Neo, you can write novels anywhere anyway, so I'll just treat it as keeping Zelda company."
Fitzgerald led everyone up a gentle slope, pointing around and saying, "Neo, look, the scenery here is quite nice..."
Our Master Yuan looked around and immediately felt relaxed and happy. On one side was the turbulent Atlantic Ocean, and on the other side was a large farm with lush grass and singing birds. It was indeed a relaxing experience.
The terrain of Maine is like this: there are steep and dangerous limestone cliffs on the seashore. After going ashore, there is a seaside plain that is only a few kilometers narrow and dozens of kilometers wide. Further in, there are rolling hills, and the deepest part is the alpine primitive jungle that is rarely visited by people.
This geographical environment is very similar to that of Ireland, known as the "Emerald Isle" on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.
Moreover, this large farm covering an area of thousands of acres is close to the Atlantic Ocean, and there is a fishing dock not far away. Those sea scenes can also be filmed here, which is really perfect.
"Zelda even told me she wants to buy a small farm here as a summer home. I think it's a good idea, and you're welcome to visit us in the future..."
Maine's latitude is a few degrees lower than Ireland, but it is above 45 degrees north latitude, roughly equivalent to Heilongjiang, so it is still very cool in the summer.
Yuan Yan suddenly stopped paying attention to Fitzgerald's chatter. He looked out at the shadowy crowds and buildings in the distance and asked, "Is they filming over there now?"
"Yes, they're filming over there, but..." Mrs. Fitzgerald also caught up and said with difficulty, "The progress is really not optimistic. It's been more than 20 days, and there's still nothing to film..."
She paused and continued, "We all suggested that Mr. Griffith modify the script slightly to reduce the difficulty of filming, but he... you know his temper."
An artist can only be crazy, and a great artist like the "Father of Cinema" has a fiery . Of course, it's not noticeable when he's looking for investors, but when he's directing, he transforms into a tyrant on the set.
Our Master Yuan nodded, turned around and smiled at the people around him, saying, "So, isn't this where I, the legitimate screenwriter, come in? Don't worry, I'll persuade our great director."
After this "genuine screenwriter" said this, the four people next to him, whether male or female, Chinese or Western, all breathed a sigh of relief.
They went down the gentle slope, boarded a large carriage, and drove to the filming site in the distance.
In fact, this is a rule set by the great director Griffith. Modern vehicles are not allowed to enter.
After driving into the farm, Yuan Yan suddenly discovered that all the weeds in the farmland had been cleared away and rows of low green plants had been planted.
Even though he was a city dweller who couldn't tell the difference between wheat seedlings and chives, he could easily guess that these were potato seedlings. He just didn't know if potatoes were originally grown on this farm, or if Griffith had them planted specifically.
In fact, the carriage stopped not long after it started driving.
"Mr. Yuan, there's still some distance to go, but even the carriage can't move forward."
Master Yuan nodded, indicating that he understood. Then everyone got out of the car again and continued walking deeper into the farm in silence.
This time they walked for a full quarter of an hour and reached a hill that was not too high before they finally saw the filming site clearly.
There are not only potato fields here, but also a mid-19th century Irish village, and it is a "living" village, which means that there are villagers dressed in "period costumes" in the village.
The villagers were pulling wooden carts of various sizes with great difficulty, moving forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow towards the outside of the village.
They all looked skinny and dirty, and their movements were weak, as if they would collapse at any moment...
What's more, Yuan Yanshu and the others happened to see an old man dressed as a priest collapsed to the ground. A man slowly walked over, took the old man's hand and felt his pulse, then shook his head expressionlessly at the people around him.
The villagers struggled to stand up straight, took off their hats, and made the sign of the cross. Another woman rummaged through her cart, picked out a relatively intact blanket, and laboriously walked over to cover the old man with it.
“CUT!”
“CUT!!”
“CUT!!!”
A series of roars came out from nowhere, and even the bystanders who were far away could hear them clearly.
At this time, our Master Yuan discovered the nearby camera and the "set tyrant" standing behind the camera holding a megaphone.
The old man rushed to the poor villagers in a rage, gesticulating and saying something.
The word "pitiful" is not an exaggeration. Some of the actors who played the villagers could not even stand up, so they just sat on the ground and listened to the great director Griffith's explanation of the play.
Yuan Yan couldn't help but say in her heart, Oh my god, or I'll just fuck it big... big.
As the screenwriter of "Orphans of Famine", he certainly knew that this scene was the beginning... the beginning.
These guys have been working here for over 20 days and they’re still filming the beginning?!
At this rate, when will this movie be finished?
