Chapter 510, The Diary of Anne Frank (5)

Of course, Edmundo had heard of sound movies, but he didn't think it had anything to do with him before. Because, before that, the movie seemed to be a kind of thing specially used to hunt for curiosities and watch new things. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with theatrical art. So, when he heard the word from Buick's mouth, he didn't associate it with his own drama at all. Instead, I thought Buick was chatting casually.

"I've heard of it, and I've seen a train coming into the station, or a bustling street, or something. At first glance, it's interesting, but after the freshness has passed, it's nothing. Edmundo said disapprovingly.

"I mean sound films." Buick said, "Have you seen the "Singer" that Edison made recently? ”

"I've seen it, but I don't think it's any good, the people in the movie are jumping and dancing, and I'm dazzled. And, that voice...... I knew the guy who was singing, but I never thought his voice could be so ugly, it was like ...... It's like a duck with a bad cold! Edmundo said with a frown.

Hearing this evaluation, Buick couldn't help laughing: "Edmundo, I didn't see that you would say such mean things." However, you have to admit that there are more people who have seen "The Singer" than who can come to the theater to see the singing in person. Moreover, Mr. Edison made this more to show off his skills. It is not seriously dealt with and demanded from an artistic point of view. So...... Well, you know, the same play has to be played by different people, and the effect is absolutely different, like Romeo and Juliet, I've seen a fool who can read Shakespeare's lines so beautiful that you can vomit everything you ate the night before. Have you ever thought that the combination of theater and sound film could become a whole new art? ”

"New art?" Edmundo said.

"Yes, brand new art!" "Edmundo, you know, a new art is not very high when it is first created, and no one asks for it, but it is always easier for the people who started the mountain to leave their names in history." Did you notice the gentleman who came to watch the rehearsal today? Do you know who he is? ”

"Mr. who came to watch the rehearsal today?" Edmundo said, "I didn't pay much attention, I just thought it was your friend." ”

"Oh, it would be nice if he were my friend." Mr. Buick laughed, "You know what? That gentleman's name is Greystone 61 MacDonald! ”

"So what?" Edmundo still hadn't figured it out.

"Hell yes! Why don't you understand that his surname is 'MacDonald'! Mcdonald! Do you know? Mr. Buick said "Macdonald" almost letter by letter.

"MacDonald? You mean? Edmundo's face turned pale all at once. As an American, how could he not know what the last name MacDonald meant? Of course, there is more than one American surname MacDonald, but there is absolutely only one MacDonald that deserves to be said by Mr. Buick. Of course, the MacDonald's reputation seems to have diminished a lot compared to more than a decade ago, or at least a lot more low-key. Many companies that originally had the word "MacDonald" on their signboards were sold out, and the word "MacDonald" disappeared from the names of these companies, so that MacDonald, the once prominent surname, was gradually forgotten by many people. It is even rumored that Mr. MacDonald no longer thinks of making money as his first priority, but instead focuses on the things he loves to do, such as running for peace, such as scientific research. The latter, in particular, was confirmed by Mr. MacDonald himself on a certain course. When Mr. Maxwell died a few years ago, Mr. MacDonald, a good friend of his, attended his funeral and spoke at his grave. In that speech, in addition to speaking highly of Mr. Maxwell's achievements, he also mentioned one thing, that is, when Mr. Maxwell was alive, he criticized more than once that he was too distracted and pursued too many goals, so that he delayed the pursuit of "something truly immortal".

In Mr. Maxwell's capacity, what he calls "truly immortal" can of course only be science. Since then, Mr. MacDonald does seem to have devoted more energy to science, and although not much has been produced, this is normal, because Mr. MacDonald is old. Like women, scientists can't get old, and scientists eat the same as youth. In terms of shelf life, scientists are even inferior to engineers. Because with the process of aging, the performance of the human brain is also declining, and scientific research has high requirements for brain performance. Therefore, most scientists are really able to achieve success at the age when they are in their prime.

Now that Mr. MacDonald's entire energy has been transferred to science and technology, the business affairs have of course to be left to someone else. It is said that over the years, Mr. MacDonald's business has been run by Mr. MacDonald's brother, wife, and the next generation of their family. Therefore, the MacDonald consortium naturally lost the momentum of its rapid expansion, after all, the family of a genius is not necessarily a genius.

However, even so, the MacDonald family has already taken root in the family, and compared to people like Edmundo, it is definitely an unimaginable big boss.

"Edmundo, you're finally remembering." Mr. Buick said, "Mr. MacDonald Jr. is pleased with the similarity between your actor and Anne, and he is also pleased with your adapted script. Not long ago, the University of Cleveland has just completed research on the new generation of sound films, and he hopes to work with you to make your play into a movie. Oh, here is the business card of Mr. MacDonald Jr., and he has told you that if you are interested in it, you can come to him at Duckburg on Sunday, the morning after tomorrow, with your Anne. ”

Mr. Buick pulled out the business card, and his hand clenched it so tightly that the knuckles were a little white. He looked at the card again and again, and after a long while, closed his eyes and handed it to Edmundo.

"Mr. Edmundo, you are about to develop. I envy you so much. Mr. Buick said seriously, "They only need to leak a little bit out of their fingers, and they can make your grandchildren eat caviar every day!" Don't miss this opportunity. ”

Edmundo certainly knew how rare this opportunity was, and although he had already made a name for himself in theater and sometimes had access to some so-called "high society" people, the gap between the gentlemen of high society he had met before and families like MacDonald was even greater than the gap between them and those gentlemen of high society. Before that, the richest man he knew was only said to have millions in assets, and almost no one could tell how much money the MacDonald family had. However, according to some tabloid estimates, I am afraid that it is thousands of times more than the richest man he knew before! Under normal circumstances, it is almost impossible for a person like him to have any intersection with such a rich person. Of course, his actors, especially the actresses, have a better chance than they do in this regard, if they have a chance to get on Morgan's Pirates. As Mr. Buick said, any drop in someone's fingers is enough for them to make a fortune.

"Thank you, Mr. Buick!" Edmundo said, and after a while, he hesitated to say, "Mr. Buick, can you lend me some money, you know, neither I nor Vera have a decent enough garment......

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Edmundo and Vera waited for more than two hours at the porter in Fort Duck before they were able to meet little McDonald, also known as Greystone. Edmundo had no resentment about the long wait, for he felt that Mr. MacDonald Jr. had a lot of business to do, and it was a great honour for him to take the time to meet a man as small as him.

"You know, Vera, time is not the same for us and for them." Edmundo was already a little sad about this reciprocal Vera said, "Even if it were Mr. MacDonald Jr., he would probably have to deal with millions of dollars every hour." And what about us? Vera, under normal circumstances, we wouldn't have earned as much money in one hour, or even half an hour, that Mr. MacDonald Jr. handled! So, when converted into this, our two hours are equivalent to one minute of Mr. MacDonald Jr., no, no, not a minute at all, at most a second or two. Vera, don't you think it's normal for a guest to come to visit the host's house and wait for a second or two after ringing the doorbell? ”

While Edmundo was trying to reassure Vera, who was impatient (Vera was still a little girl of twelve, and did not know much about the situation in society), a man dressed in a waiter's costume came up to them and said to them:

"Mr. Edmundo, Miss Vera, and Mr. MacDonald Jr., please both of you."

So the two of them quickly got up, followed the waiter, and walked towards the interior of the duck castle. I don't know how long I went around, but I came to an office that was not too big and the decoration was quite plain.

"Mr. MacDonald, Mr. Edmundo, and Miss Vera have arrived." The waiter said to the man behind the desk.