Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 199: Talkie
Subtitle of this chapter: The plot should be sped up...
"Neo, what's wrong with you?!"
After our Master Yuan finished his eloquent and emotional declaration, he, who was "weak in body", fainted with his eyes rolled back due to "anger", and the scene was immediately in chaos.
"Please call for Kotoven!"
Now it was the turn of Doctor Wen to appear again. Actually, he didn't know what to do, so he had to use the old routine of rolling up his sleeves to pinch Yuan Yan's Ren Zhong. But he was worthy of being a miracle doctor, and the "effect" was seen as soon as he put his hand on Master Yuan's face.
"Ah...help me up!"
Yuan Yan "woke up" slowly and when he saw the concerned eyes around him, he struggled to stand up again.
With the help of John and Dr. Wen, he concluded weakly: "Don't trust the British!"
“Snap! Snap! Snap!”
Seeing that he was still concerned about the future of people all over the world even in such a weak state, and being moved by his great sentiment of "worrying about the ball and the people", thunderous applause immediately broke out in the stadium.
"Mr. Yuan, you said it very well!"
"Neo, you must take care of your body!"
"Quick, give Mr. Yuan a close-up!"
"Go back to your newspaper right away and contact the Irish side. If what this Chinese person said is true, it's big news!"
His lawyer asked with concern: "Neo, do you think you should continue?"
Mr. McCall still knew a little about his true physical condition, and he was just cooperating with the performance just now.
Master Yuan must have wanted to exert his strong willpower, so he nodded and said, "Go on, why not?"
John raised his voice and said, "Okay, ladies and gentlemen. Mr. Yuan is fine. The press conference will continue."
After he said this, the room fell silent. It was then that everyone realized that the British reporter had slipped away without knowing when.
The next question the reporter asked was not so sharp, such as "Have you all said hello?" They were most interested in Yuan Yanshu's two novels.
This "rising star in the Anglo-American literary world" was boasting again, saying that he began to like English literature ever since he learned English, especially American writers such as Edgar Allan Poe, Mark Twain, and Jack London.
He had already started to conceive of English novels when he was in China, so he wrote several novels intermittently in the United States in the past few years. He did not expect his novels to be so popular, and he was flattered.
Since the American people love his novels so much, he will publish a real novel in the near future. He has been conceiving of this novel for a long time, and it can be said to be the result of his hard work. He hopes that American readers will continue to support it.
In short, this press conference ended successfully amid applause and cheers...
"Mr. Yuan, your article "The Defender of Colonialism" was on the front page of Le Monde this time."
"It's just the title. The main text is on page three. By the way, Mr. Chandler, why are you so polite? Why don't you just call me Neo, and I'll call you...that Yuri."
Fortunately, this war hero is not bald, otherwise I would always feel a little uneasy calling him Yuri.
It is now Sunday morning, November 28, 1920. By the way, today, Iron Fist Wudi, Xinhui Gong, and Xiangshan Gong, three Cantonese people, arrived in Guangzhou via Hong Kong, and tomorrow they will send a telegram to reorganize the military government, with Tang Shaoyi as Minister of Finance and Wu Yanfang as Minister of Foreign Affairs.
Our Master Yuan offended two big men of the military government at the same time. It seems that he, a native of Jiangsu, has no "YUAN FEN" in Guangdong.
Yuan Yanshu, who knew nothing about this, and his male assistant were eating breakfast while reading today's morning paper.
In general, most of the major New York newspapers applauded him, and even newspapers with Democratic backgrounds did not dare to raise their voices to directly refute his claims. Only two pro-British newspapers said in JJWW that the bloody suppression of the Irish was a fabrication by him in order to slander the British Empire.
Yuan Yan suddenly snorted in her heart. It’s such a small world, and there are only a few flies…
“Pika Pika!”
In a few days, when the news of "Bloody Sunday" is confirmed, these flies will hit the wall themselves.
Master Yuan picked up the Wall Street Journal and turned to the stock market section. He was overjoyed to see that it said "Edison is seriously ill - company stock plummets."
It seems that Mr. George Baker has started to take action.
Edison Company is indeed a subsidiary of the Morgan Consortium, but does that mean you can’t speculate on the stocks of your own company?
Moreover, with Mr. Baker's methods, he can not only skin other institutions and retail investors, but also dilute Edison's own equity , and tie Edison Company to the chariot of NYPR. Why not do something that kills three birds with one stone?
After breakfast and reading the newspaper, the two gentlemen went back to their work. Comrade Yuri, who had long hair, read the dozens of letters that had been delivered today, while Master Yuan went into the study, closed the door, sat on a chair, and stared at the typewriter on the table.
It's so boring.
I have nothing to do and could just go out and have some fun, but in order not to arouse other people's suspicion, I have to lock myself up and pretend to be busy. This is really... too boring.
"Master Ball, don't you have any game functions? Minesweeper and solitaire would be nice too."
"Host, in order to allow you to focus all your energy on the great cause of being a master, this system does not come with gaming functions."
"Master Ball, the game can help me relax my mind and better 'focus all my energy on the great cause of being a master'."
"Host, come on. You can just read a book to enrich yourself in your free time. Why play a game?"
"Master Ball, you can't say that..."
“Knock, knock, knock.”
"Neo, can I come in?"
While he was arguing with Master Ball, he heard Mr. Little Chandler knocking on the door.
"sure."
"Neo, you should read these two letters yourself."
"Yuri, show it to me."
Master Yuan took the letters and saw that they were from his old friends, Mr. David Griffith and Miss Lillian Gish. In fact, the two had already sent a joint telegram to express their condolences for his illness, and he also called back to tell them that he was fine.
Of course, he read Miss Gish's letter first, which said that she had finished shooting her film and was now preparing to leave to visit him, arriving in New York by mid-December at the latest.
Yuan Yanshu's heart couldn't help but warm up. He still liked this big star. She had a good figure, was beautiful, had a good personality, and was very open in bed. She was perfect as a lover. And to be honest, as a patient with advanced laziness, he really thought that having a harem was quite troublesome and boring. Isn't there a famous saying that if you can drink milk, why raise a group of cows?
After reading this, he next took up the letter from Mr. Griffith.
The film master told him a good news in his letter. He had heard that Edison Company already had mature technology to record sound films, so he would come to New York soon.
In fact, as early as 1910, Edison announced the invention of the sound film machine. In 1923, the world's first synchronized sound film was released in New York. So it was completely feasible to shoot a sound film at this time.
Oh, it looks like we have to "trouble" our Mr. Thomas Edison again.
However, Mr. Griffith discovered a problem. The scenes and plot of "Chocolat" were too complicated. Even an experienced filmmaker like him did not dare to shoot such an advanced sound film right away. So he wanted to ask Master Yuan if there was a more suitable script...
I won’t make any movie, but as for movie scripts, I can get whatever you want!
