The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 213 Premiere
Subtitle of this chapter: Bingo!
Dorothy Gish licked her plate and whined, "So thick, so thick! I didn't expect mashed potatoes to be so thick!"
Aiwai Hunter pulled her to the dinner stall again and said in a coquettish voice, "Uncle, give us two another plate!"
"Excuse me, ladies, but Mr. Griffith has instructed that you actors can only have one plate of mashed potatoes."
When the two young ladies heard this, their faces instantly turned into two wrinkled buns. They didn't say anything but just looked at the uncle with tears in their eyes.
"Okay, okay. I lost to you..." The three of them were in a stalemate for a while. The uncle looked around to see that no one was paying attention, so he gave them another spoonful of mashed potatoes.
Compared to these two actors who are not yet professional actors, Lillian Gish is much more self-aware.
She was dining in a private room in the restaurant with Yuan Yanshu, Griffith , Fleming and the Fitzgeralds.
However, after eating only a bowl of mashed potatoes, the big star put down her spoon, her face full of an expression of "you know what I mean", and she stared at her "Chinese lover".
Her eyes were filled with scallion whites, chili peppers (delicate), tangerine peels (obsessed), and rosemary... Everyone present had been there before.
After seeing this, they understood everything. In the past hour or so, her body and soul had been extremely satisfied. So, they looked at the two of them with a bit of strange eyes.
Only the "Father of Cinema" remained completely unaffected, and continued to tirelessly seek answers from Master Yuan: "Neo, how did you do it? Please, please, please tell me!"
"SECRET!" Yuan Yanshu said impatiently as she cut a piece of excellent roast veal with a table knife, "David, everyone has their own secrets, and this is mine, so please don't ask."
He is now not only a major investor of "Orphan of Famine" but also a master editor with unpredictable skills. Even if he is treated so coldly, the tyrant on the set has to endure it.
"Okay then..." He sighed regretfully, then said in an expectant tone, "Neo, will you stay here and help me finish this movie?"
While this man has a strong artistic aspiration, he's not so obsessed with figuring out every aspect of the process himself. As long as he can make the film he envisions, he doesn't mind all the other details.
Our Master Yuan shrugged, forked up a piece of roast beef, and said, "David, I'm sorry. I have a lot of things to do in New York, so I'm afraid I can't stay in Portland."
"Is that so..." Griffith sighed again and said, "Neo, then I will send you the finished film as soon as possible."
"Hmm, that's really good." Yuan Yan quickly swallowed the piece of beef and said slowly, "David, I'm afraid that won't work either. I'm going to England in June, so don't send it over for now."
"England?! Then when will you come back?" Griffith asked in surprise, having completely forgotten that he was going back to his country to get married.
"David, I'm afraid he won't be back in the next two or three years." The big star on the side said resentfully.
"Two or three years?!"
"Clang, clang..."
The director jumped up in panic, dropping many of his cutlery to the ground. He didn't care about the dripping soup and yelled, "What about this movie?!"
Our Master Yuan gave Lillian Gish a displeased look, then turned to Griffith and said, "David, please sit down. I have something to announce to you."
"You..." The "Father of Movies" sat down with a thud. He was so disappointed that he didn't even bother to curse.
Yuan Yan suddenly wiped her mouth with a napkin, stood up and tapped the wine glass with a dinner knife.
“Ding…ding…ding…”
After everyone's eyes were focused on him, Master Yuan cleared his throat and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your hard work these days. I believe..."
He glanced at the angry director with a smile and said, "I believe that under Mr. Griffith's leadership, we will be able to complete the filming of "Orphans of Famine" quickly..."
"Hmph!" Griffith snorted coldly and turned his head away.
"So what happens after the filming is finished..." Yuan Yan said without hesitation: " David, you and the main creative staff, and Lillian, you and the main actors, all have to go..."
He narrowed his eyes, looked at everyone present, and softly said a word: "Ireland."
"Ireland?" they all repeated emphatically.
Everyone looked at each other for a long time, and the photographer, Mr. Fleming, couldn't help but ask, "Neo, why are we going to Ireland?"
"Victor, why?" Our Master Yuan asked in confusion, "Isn't it obvious?"
“Oh my god! Oh my god!! Oh my god!!!”
Francis Fitzgerald ripped the napkin from his neck, stood up, pointed at Yuan Yan, and said, "Neo, are you going to hold the premiere in Ireland?!"
"Neo, is this true?"
"Neo, this is impossible. The British will not allow it!"
"Neo, this is too dangerous!"
"Neo, this idea..."
"That's great! Hahaha..."
The "Father of Movies" also jumped up, but now he was all smiles. He hugged our Master Yuan and praised loudly: "Genius! Genius!! You are a genius!!!"
"David, let me go! If you don't, you'll strangle this genius like me to death!"
After finally breaking free from the director's embrace, Yuan Yanshu straightened her clothes and explained to everyone, "Ladies and gentlemen, as some of you have said, the British won't allow it. But if they don't allow it, we can go on our own."
"Don't worry, I've established a connection with the IRA through Mr. Kennedy. Someone will send us to Ireland. Besides us, there will also be some journalist friends."
There is no need to introduce the relationship between JFK's father and the American underworld.
In fact, just like the South American guerrillas, the Golden Triangle and the Golden Crescent in later generations, many Irish gangs in the United States have political backgrounds, and part of their illegal income from selling bootleg liquor has indeed become the revolutionary funds of the Irish Republican Army.
"Neo, you mean smuggling? That's too exciting!" Mr. Fitzgerald said excitedly, "Count me in..."
"Count me in!" Zelda Fitzgerald is also an adventurous American daughter and daughter who follows her husband's lead.
The golden boy and girl looked at each other affectionately, and everything was said without words.
Our Master Yuan nodded approvingly at them and continued to ask himself, "Some of you asked, 'Is this dangerous?' I admit, it is certainly a bit dangerous..."
"I'm not afraid!" The "Father of Movies" now fully understood the benefits of doing this, and he also wanted to "let go of his youthful passion."
"David, you're a good man!" Yuan Yan suddenly gave him another thumbs-up and turned to the crowd, saying, "So this is completely voluntary. I won't force anyone who doesn't want to go, and your salary won't be deducted at all..."
"Of course, those who don't go can forget about getting any dividends."
"Neo, we still have dividends?!" Mr. Fleming was a little restless now.
He only received a salary when working for Griffith, and there was no mention of any dividends.
Yuan Yan suddenly smiled and said, "Victor, money is nothing. Just think about it, when you come back from Ireland, you will be a hero!"
"But..." the photographer said hesitantly, "What if the British arrest us?"
"Hahaha..." Upon hearing this, our Master Yuan laughed up to the sky and said, "Victor, Victor, why don't you understand? We just want the British to arrest us..."
He patted the other person's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, you'll just go to jail. And..."
"Maybe by then, another big shot will go to jail with us!"
The deep night completely enveloped the farm, and it was time for Yuan Yanshun to leave.
"Nah, why don't you ask me if I want to go to Ireland?"
"Lillian, do you think I need to ask you anything? Um..."
Master Yuan's lips were sealed by the big star.
It was unknown how long it took before the four lips of the two people parted.
Lord Fool smiled at Ms. Lover and whispered in her ear, “Lillian, there’s one more thing I want to tell you…”
