Hollywood Director 1992

"Fall Back! Fall Back!"

"Hands up! Don't move! Don't move!"

In the morning, after finishing the outline of his second screenplay, Link grabbed a few simple belongings and took the subway to Los Angeles International Airport, where he spent $88 on a ticket to New York for the 11:25 AM flight.

However, during the security check, he was pinned to the ground and searched by two black security guards, with someone even pointing a gun at his head.

Completely bewildered, Link was taken to the airport security office for questioning.

The police asked him why he had taped two notebooks to his waist.

Link explained that he was a director and screenwriter, and these two scripts were very important. Considering the number of thieves in Los Angeles and New York, he was worried they would be stolen en route, so he taped them to his waist.

Link reluctantly recounted his experience on the train from Salt Lake City back to Los Angeles, where his backpack was stolen while he was sleeping.

The security in America is truly terrible.

The female police officer in the office opened the notebooks and confirmed they were indeed scripts. Rolling her eyes, she told him that America didn't have as many thieves as he thought and that he didn't need to be so careful.

She also said that there was too much violence in the scripts and hoped he could write some love stories, as she enjoyed watching romance movies.

With the misunderstanding cleared, Link hurried through the airport with his scripts, rushed up the boarding stairs, and collapsed into his seat, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

To avoid any misunderstandings upon arrival in New York, this time he chose to place the scripts in his chest pocket, intending to take them out when passing through security.

The entire journey from Los Angeles on the west coast of the Pacific to New York on the east coast of the Atlantic took about 5 hours.

Sitting in his seat, Link flipped through the scripts, using a pen to correct misused words and grammar. Whether it was the turbulence of the flight or the softness of the seat, he barely managed to revise a page before his eyelids began to droop.

He didn't resist, tucking the scripts into his chest and pulling out the footrest before falling into a deep sleep.

Smack!

"Damn yellow-skinned monkey, can't you stop snoring when you sleep? You're so loud, how is our boss supposed to sleep?"

"Sorry! Sorry, shit! Fatso, what did you call me?!"

Link, who was sleeping soundly, was slapped from behind. Opening his eyes, he subconsciously apologized before remembering the insulting term used. He immediately stood up and started cursing.

However, when he saw the person behind him, he felt somewhat intimidated. The man was a black man over 190 cm tall, extremely obese, weighing over 300 pounds, and completely black, a purebred African.

Near the obese black man sat two other black men, one with a large gold chain around his neck, chewing gum, looking arrogant and resembling Puff Daddy.

The other had dreadlocks, wore headphones, and rested his feet on the seat in front, forcing the passenger in front to cover their nose.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, so what?"

The obese black man grinned, revealing thick lips.

"I know you want me to attack you with insulting words, but I won't do that. I'm a civilized person. My race has been nurtured by five thousand years of history and culture. I won't lower my moral standards and become as loathsome as you.

Besides, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. is my idol. I love his speech, 'I Have a Dream,' dreaming that one day black people can sit in a classroom with people of other colors, sit at a dining table and eat, and travel on the same plane.

Thirty years after the death of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., his dream has finally succeeded. People like you also have the right to sit here and enjoy all of this.

But what have you done since you sat here?

You are attacking another race with an insulting term. You are using your actions to tell everyone that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s dream has been shattered, and his dream will never, ever be realized.

Because people like you, after gaining equality and respect, begin to discriminate against other races.

I truly feel sorry for people like you, and I also feel sad for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. I hope he won't be angry when he sees this in heaven, hallelujah!"

"Damn kid, shut your stinking mouth and don't mention Dr. Martin Luther King Jr."

The obese black man said angrily, clenching his fist.

"If you can apologize to me, I can, here, not far from heaven, stop mentioning the name of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. I need your apology."

Link took a step back, using his hand to hold the scripts tucked into his chest, preventing them from falling to the ground and being trampled.

"Want me to apologize? Hehe, let me beat you up and I'll apologize."

"Wallace!"

The obese black man wanted to start a fight, but as he rushed forward, he was pulled back by the man with the large gold chain, who then looked at Link warily, pointed to Link's chest, and whispered a few words to the obese man.

The obese black man looked at Link's hand on his chest, snorted coldly, and prepared to sit down, sticking out his large buttocks.

"Wait a minute! God and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. are my witnesses, you haven't apologized to me yet."

Link said, touching his chest.

"Hey, man, I apologize for my buddy, how about that?"

The black man with the large gold chain grinned.

"Okay, you look like a civilized person, I'm willing to accept your apology."

Link accepted the compromise and returned to his seat.

"Shhh!!"

"Man, well done!"

"Man, you said it so well."

After Link sat down, some people in the cabin whistled, applauding and cheering for him.

Without any mistakes, one song, one hair, one inside, one content, one at a time!

Link accepted the applause embarrassedly. If he had a few companions by his side just now, he would have used force to persuade the obese black man and his companions.

Without companions, alone and weak, he could only rely on verbal arguments and small tricks to persuade the other party.

Although he seemed strong on the outside but weak on the inside, fortunately he didn't lose face.

At this time, the flight attendant walked over, saw that nothing had happened, and returned to her seat.

But a few minutes later, a blonde woman wearing a flight attendant badge came over and stood in front of Link's seat, claiming that someone had reported him for carrying dangerous weapons and hoped he would hand them over first, so the crew could help him keep them safe and return them to him at the airport.

"Dangerous weapons? Where?"

Link asked suspiciously.

"The informant said they are in your jacket pocket."

"Does a signature pen count as a dangerous item?"

Link took out a signature pen and two scripts from his pocket, then shook his jacket.

The temperature in Los Angeles this season is comfortable, requiring only a T-shirt, while the current temperature on the East Coast is relatively low, less than 20 degrees Celsius. Before coming, he had specially put on a jacket, but it was very thin and couldn't hide anything.

"Sir, thank you for your cooperation. This may be a misunderstanding. I apologize for disturbing your rest."

"It's okay, this is your job, I can understand."

"Sir, I wish you a pleasant journey."

The flight attendant retreated with a smile.

Link took out the script and continued to revise it.

Bang!

The seat back was kicked.

"Kid, you've pissed me off. I'll take good care of you when we get to New York."

Someone behind him said through gritted teeth.

Link's expression remained unchanged as he continued to revise the script. After the plane landed at LaGuardia Airport in Queens, New York, Link grabbed his backpack, quickly walked out of the cabin, left the airport, and conveniently bought a pair of sunglasses to wear when passing by a supermarket.

Not far behind him, two black men were looking around.

After getting into a taxi, Link breathed a sigh of relief and told the driver to go to the integrated apartment on 45th Street in Lower Manhattan.

"Hey, man, the chicks there are hot. Are you coming to New York to pick up girls?"

The driver turned around, his dark fat face revealing a mouthful of white teeth.