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 80: Be a Good Person
Subtitle of this chapter: Life is about to change, history is about to change.
"Where were you talking about?"
"Neo, we are talking about your new script!" Fitzgerald said excitedly, "Zelda and I met Mr. Griffith on the train, and he told us about the "Orphans of Famine" you are preparing. I asked him to borrow your script and took a look. It was really..."
"AWESOME!"
"Yes, it's great!" Mrs. Fitzgerald nodded in agreement with her husband.
In fact, Zelda was also an intellectual woman, and her husband even "plagiarized" her works.
Fitzgerald would later use large sections of her diaries, letters, and even her psychiatric treatments in his own works. He persuaded Zelda to publish her short stories under his own name or jointly with hers, because his reputation would earn him much more.
So this talented woman could naturally see the extraordinary qualities of "Orphan of Famine".
I really don't want to brag about our Master Yuan, but even if he didn't copy the works of later generations word for word, he should be able to do well in the economics and literature circles. After all, he, a future man, has a hundred years more experience than modern people. And the next century is an information age with an unprecedented knowledge explosion in human history.
With so many ideas, creativity, theories, and thoughts... Yuan Yan could easily come up with a few of them, and it was not difficult for her to become a master.
Therefore, even though "Orphans of Famine" is his original script, the entire plot structure and narrative style are quite mature, not inferior to the top screenwriters of the time, and even more "pioneering" than them.
When it comes to writing film scripts, what constrained him was not the lack of inspiration but the simplicity of the technology at the time.
"But with all due respect..." the outspoken young rich girl said directly, "I think the lines in this script are not good enough... well, on point. The lines written by Mr. Yuan are too elegant, not something that a poor Irish woman could say."
"Um?"
As soon as she said this, the smiles of the people around her froze. Especially her husband, who wanted to say something but didn't know what to say, so he could only touch his face awkwardly.
Yuan Yanshu himself knew that Mrs. Fitzgerald was right, which was his weakness. After all, he was not a real writer, and he did not know much about the way the Irish and the poor Americans in the mid-nineteenth century spoke.
The reason is that he and his great-great-uncle both learned "academic English", and his life in the United States was actually very out of touch with reality.
For example, he has been in the United States for so long, but he rarely sees black people.
This was because African Americans in the United States had not yet entered cities on a large scale at that time, and even if they did enter cities, they were implicitly segregated. Master Yuan, who basically mingled with the upper class, naturally rarely saw them.
Yuan Yan's smile suddenly disappeared, and she nodded seriously, "Mrs. Fitzgerald hit the nail on the head. I feel the same way!"
He groaned for a moment and said, "Madam, since you have seen this, are you willing to be one of the screenwriters of this movie?"
"Me?!" Zelda was shocked and pointed at herself, not knowing what to say.
"Yes, it is you, Madam!" Master Yuan had already made up his mind at this time. He thought that if he, like a butterfly, flapped his wings slightly, he might really be able to change the tragic fate of the couple in the future.
It is entirely possible.
If Zelda had become a full-time screenwriter, they might not have gone to Paris in 1924 but would have stayed in the United States, and she would not have met any French pilots.
If a woman like her who is unwilling to be lonely has her own career, she might not complain that her husband is busy writing and does not care about her, nor would she run out and get into so many scandals, and she would not learn ballet at the "advanced age" of 27.
It is difficult to change the general trend of history, but it is really not difficult to change a person's destiny.
But human beings are so strange, so contradictory, and so "hypocritical".
Master Yuan himself understood that the "grand plan" he was promoting would inevitably cause more tragedies, but he could not bear to watch this golden boy and girl end up in tragedy.
He said seriously: "As long as you... and Mr. Fitzgerald agree, you will be the screenwriter of "Orphans of Famine"."
"Really?!" Mrs. Fitzgerald turned her head and looked at her husband, her eyes flickering and she said in a coquettish voice: "Francis..."
"OK, of course OK." Mr. Fitzgerald looked back at his little wife affectionately and said, "As long as you like, you can do anything!"
"I love you!" The unrestrained rich girl jumped up, hugged her husband's neck and kissed him hard.
"And...thank you!" Then she rushed towards our ...
"Zelda, welcome to join us!" Miss Lillian Gish, who had been on guard, immediately stepped forward and stood between them with a stern look on her face, allowing Yuan Yan to "escape".
Just as these two beauties were competing with each other, FDR came over.
He nodded politely to everyone and said to Master Yuan, "Mr. Yuan, I'll take my leave first."
"Oh, then I'll see you off." Yuan Yan suddenly apologized to everyone and walked out with Roosevelt.
"Mr. Roosevelt, are you going back to New York now?"
"Yes, the train is this afternoon. When will Mr. Yuan be back?"
"As for me, I don't know yet, maybe this week or next month. Anyway, I will definitely bother you again when I return to New York. Haha..."
"Haha, Mr. Yuan, you're joking. What's the trouble? I also want to see how your box office polls are doing."
"Mr. Roosevelt, please rest assured that the results and procedures of this poll will be sent to you immediately."
As they talked, the two of them came to the hotel entrance and shook hands and said goodbye.
FDR took Yuan Yanshu's hand and said apologetically, "Mr. Yuan, please forgive me for not being able to help you this time."
Master Yuan naturally understood what he meant, and smiled, "Mr. Roosevelt, you have helped a lot. In fact, at this time, there are some things...that you cannot decide ."
It doesn't matter now, but when you are in charge in the future, you will have no choice but to help.
Roosevelt smiled with relief and said, "Mr. Yuan, thank you for your understanding. Goodbye."
Yuan Yanshu also said very sincerely: "Goodbye New York, Mr. Roosevelt."
He waved goodbye to FDR and walked into Rosewood to continue the dinner. When he walked into the lobby, he saw the lobby manager greeted him and said, "Mr. Yuan, there is a call for you."
"Thank you, Frank." Master Yuan walked over and answered the phone, "Hello, this is Neo Yuan, where are you from?"
"What? You're the White House Office!"
"What? Mr. President wants to see me!"
