Volume 2: The crown and the hat are all over the capital, and the spirit is full of energy and enter 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... In fact, our Master Yuan felt that time passed too quickly. Before he could say a few words to Miss Gu Mengmeng, he arrived at his destination - a large farm on the seaside.
This farm is really big, covering thousands of acres. Old Yuan's family owned thousands of acres of land in his hometown, making them the richest people in the area. However, the land they own is only one-sixth of this farm.
It's really hard to describe America, the chosen country. Forty years ago, 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 Discovery, so hundreds of years later, the Seres people had to suffer the hardships of the great powers that prospered in the Age of Discovery.
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 Fitzgeralds' fate less tragic, he hired Zelda Fitzgerald as the scriptwriter for "Orphans of Famine" to "bring them luck"?”.
Yuan Yan suddenly took off her hat, stepped forward and kissed his hand.
The flattering words he said made the other party laugh like a silver bell and said, "Mr. Yuan, it's been a while since we last met. You are still as handsome and talkative 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, I'll just keep Zelda company."
Fitzgerald led everyone up a gentle slope, pointed at the surroundings and said, "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 really made people feel relaxed.
The terrain of Maine is like this: there are steep and rugged limestone cliffs on the seashore. After reaching the shore, there is a coastal plain that is only a few kilometers narrow and dozens of kilometers wide. Further in is an undulating hilly area, and the deepest part is a sparsely populated alpine primitive jungle.
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. There is a fishing dock not far away, so those sea scenes can also be shot here, which is really perfect.
"Zelda also told me that she wanted to buy a small farm here as a summer home. I think this is a good idea, and you are 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 Province , so it is still very cool in the summer.
Yuan Yan suddenly stopped paying attention to Fitzgerald 's chatter. He looked at the shadowy crowd and buildings in the distance and asked, "Is it being filmed over there now?"
"Yes, they are filming a movie over there, but..." Mrs. Fitzgerald also followed and said with difficulty: "The progress is really not optimistic. More than 20 days have passed, and nothing has been filmed yet..."
She paused and continued, "We all suggested that Mr. Griffith modify the script a little to make it easier to shoot, but he...you know his temper."
An artist cannot be a madman, and the temper of a great artist like the "Father of Film" is even more explosive. Of course, it is not obvious when he is looking for investors, but when he is directing, he turns into a tyrant on the set.
Our Master Yuan nodded, turned around and smiled at the people around him, "So I, the genuine screenwriter, am here, right? Don't worry, I will persuade our great director."
When this "genuine screenwriter" said this, the four people around him, whether male or female, Chinese or Western, all breathed a sigh of relief.
They went down the gentle slope, got on 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.
Although he was a city dweller who couldn't even tell the difference between wheat seedlings and chives, he could guess that these were potato seedlings. He just didn't know whether the farm originally planted potatoes or whether Griffith had them planted specifically.
In fact, the carriage stopped not long after it started driving.
"Mr. Yuan, there is still some distance to go, but even the carriage cannot move forward."
Master Yuan nodded, indicating that he understood. Then everyone got out of the car again and continued to walk 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 could finally see the filming site clearly.
There are not only potato fields, but also an Irish village in the style of the mid-19th century, and it is a "living" village, which means that there are villagers in "period costumes" in this village.
The villagers were pulling wooden wheelbarrows of various sizes with great difficulty, moving forward with one step forward and one step back toward the outside of the village.
They all looked skinny and dirty, and their movements were weak, as if they would collapse at any time...
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 tried to stand up straight, took off their hats, and made the sign of the cross on their chests. Another woman rummaged through her cart, picked out a blanket that was still intact, and walked over with difficulty to cover the old man with it...
"CUT!"
"CUT!!"
"CUT!!!"
A series of roars came from nowhere, and even the bystanders far away could hear them clearly.
At this time, our Master Yuan noticed the camera nearby and the "set tyrant" standing behind the camera holding a megaphone.
The old man rushed up to the poor villagers in a menacing manner, 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 do 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 more than 20 days, and they are still filming the beginning? !
At this rate, when will this movie be finished?
