Subtitle of this chapter: Open a long shot

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The group drove away from downtown Portland and headed straight to the outskirts.

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 the destination - a large farm located by the sea.

This farm is really big, not fake, it has a total of thousands of acres. The old Yuan family owns thousands of acres of land in his hometown and is already the richest man in the local area. However, the land they own is only one-sixth of that of this farm.

It is really impossible to say that America, a chosen country, was forty years earlier, that in the 1880s, legal American citizens could still apply for the commons.

But this is not envious. The Cialis people refused to suffer the pain of the pioneers of the Age of Discovery hundreds of years ago. Then the Rialis people had to suffer the pain of the powerful powers who made their fortunes in the Age of Discovery hundreds of years later.

At the entrance of the farm, he met another beautiful woman. The only disadvantage was that her husband was still standing beside her.

This pair of golden boy and jade girls were waiting for him at the door.

"Mrs. Fitzgerald, it's been a long time since I saw you. You are still so beautiful and charming."

Do you still remember? In order to prevent the fate of the Fitzgerald and his wife from being so tragic, he specially hired Zelda Fitzgerald as the screenwriter of the "The Lonely of Famine" to "transfer" them. (See Volume 2, Chapter 80)

Yuan Yan suddenly took off her hat and went forward to give a kiss.

The flattering words he said made the other party laugh like a silver bell: "Mr. Yuan, we haven't seen each other for a while. You are still so handsome and so good at speaking."

"Haha... I may be very good at talking, but I am not as handsome as your husband." Then he hugged Zelda Fitzgerald's husband and said, "Francis, I never thought I could see you here."

"Neo, I can write anywhere I write novels, so I will accompany Zelda."

Fitzgerald led everyone up a gentle slope and pointed at the surroundings, saying, "Neo, you see the scenery here is very good..."

Our Master Yuan looked around and felt refreshed. On one side was the turbulent Atlantic Ocean and on the other side was the farm with grass and birds flying, which really made people feel relaxed.

The terrain of Maine is like this. The seaside is surrounded by steep and steep limestone cliffs. After getting on the shore, there are seaside plains that are only a few kilometers wide and dozens of kilometers wide. Inside is the rolling hilly area, and the deepest is the primitive mountain jungle.

Such a geographical environment is very similar to Ireland, known as the "Emerald Island" across the Atlantic Ocean.

Moreover, this farm with an area of ​​thousands of acres is close to the Atlantic Ocean, and there is also a fishing boat dock not far away. Those sea scenes can also be photographed here, which is really suitable.

"Zelda also told me that he would buy a small farm here as a summer house. I think this suggestion is good, and you are welcome to visit in the future..."

The latitude of Maine is several degrees lower than that of Ireland, but it is above 45 degrees north latitude, roughly the same as Heilongjiang, so it is still very cool in summer.

Yuan Yan did not focus on Fitzgerald's nagging. He looked at the crowds and buildings farther away and asked, "Is it filming there now?"

"Yes, movies are being made there, but..." Mrs. Fitzgerald followed, and said with a difficult face, "The progress is really not optimistic. More than twenty days have passed, and nothing has been filmed yet..."

She paused and continued: "We all advised Mr. Griffith to modify the script a little to reduce the difficulty of shooting, and he...you know his temperament."

You can't become an artist without being crazy, and the temperament of a great artist like "Father of Movie" is even more popular. Of course, he couldn't tell when he invested, but when he was directing, he turned into a tyrant on the set.

Our Master Yuan nodded, turned around and smiled at everyone around him, "So, the real screenwriter, isn't it here? Don't worry, I will persuade our great director."

After saying this "real brand screenwriter", the four people next to him, whether they were men or women, whether they were Chinese or Western, all breathed a sigh of relief.

They got off this gentle slope, got on a carriage, and drove to the shooting scene in the distance.

In fact, this is the rule of director Griffith, and modern means of transportation cannot be accessed.

After entering the farm, Yuan Yan suddenly found that all the weeds in the farmland had been cleared and low green plants were planted.

Although he was an urban man for two lifetimes who couldn't tell the difference between wheat seedlings and leeks, he thought that this was potato seedlings. He just didn't know if the farm was originally planted with potatoes or was it that Griffith deliberately planted.

In fact, the carriage stopped shortly after driving.

"Mr. Yuan, there is still a road ahead, but even the carriage can't drive forward."

Master Yuan nodded and made it clear. So everyone got out of the car again and continued to walk into the depths of the farm silently.

This time they walked for a quarter of an hour and walked up to a hill that was not too high again, and finally saw the shooting scene clearly.

Not only does it have potato fields, but it also has an Irish village in the mid-19th century style, but it is also a "living" village. In other words, there are villagers in the village wearing "ancient costumes".

These villagers were struggling to pull wooden wheelbarrows of all sizes, walking out of the village with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

They all looked skinny and dirty, and they were even weak in walking, as if they would die anytime and anywhere...

Not to mention, Yuan Yanshu and the others happened to see an old man dressed in a priest falling softly to the ground. A man next to him slowly walked over, picked up the old man's hand and touched his pulse, and then shook his head expressionlessly at everyone around him.

The villagers stood up hard, took off their hats, and drew a cross on their chest. Another woman flipped over her car, picked up a pretty complete blanket, and walked over and covered the old man with difficulty...

“CUT!”

“CUT!!”

“CUT!!!”

There was a string of roars coming out from somewhere, and even the bystanders who were far away could hear it clearly.

At this time, our Master Yuan discovered the nearby camera, and the "Tyrant on the Set" standing behind the camera, holding a loud voice.

I saw him rushing towards the poor villagers with great momentum and saying something.

This "poor" is really not an exaggeration. Some of the actors who play the villagers can no longer stand, so they just sat on the ground and listened to the drama of Director Griffith.

Yuan Yan couldn't help but say something in his heart, "I'll just snag it, or I'll just snag it... I'll go."

As the screenwriter of "The Lonely of Famine", he certainly knew that this scene was the beginning of the beginning...

These people have been struggling here for more than 20 days, and are still shooting the beginning?!

According to this progress, will this movie be filmed in the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month?

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There is no update tonight...Don't worry, there is another update tonight at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning.

He said that you young people are like the sun at seven or eight o'clock in the morning, and monthly tickets and rewards are placed on you.
Chapter completed!