Hollywood Director 1992.

Chapter 14 Misunderstanding
"Fall Back! Fall Back!"

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

In the morning, Link finished writing the outline of his second script, took a few simple luggage, took the subway to Los Angeles International Airport, and spent $88 to buy a ticket to New York at 11:25.

However, when he was going through security check, he was pinned to the ground and searched by two black airport security guards, and someone pointed a gun at his head.

Link was taken to the airport security office with a confused look on his face and was interrogated.

The police asked him why he had two notebooks tied around his waist with tape.

Link explained that he was a director and playwright, and the two scripts were very important. Considering that there were many thieves in Los Angeles and New York, he was worried that the scripts would be stolen along the way, so he wrapped them around his waist with tape.

Link helplessly talked about the last time he took a train from Salt Lake City to Los Angeles, and his backpack was stolen while he was sleeping.

The security situation in America is terrible.

The female police officer in the office opened her notes and took a look. It was indeed a script, so she rolled her eyes and told him that there were not as many thieves in the United States as he thought, and he didn't need to be so careful.

She also said that the script was too violent and hoped that he could write some love stories, as she liked watching romance films.

The misunderstanding was resolved, and Link hurried into the airport with the script, rushed from the gangway to his seat in the cabin, and breathed a sigh of relief after sitting down.

In order to avoid misunderstandings after arriving in New York, this time he chose to put the script in his chest pocket and take it out when passing through the security check.

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

Link sat in his seat and flipped through the script, using a pen to correct the incorrect words and grammar. He didn't know if it was because the plane was too shaking in the air or the seat was too soft, but after he had corrected less than a page, his eyelids began to droop.

He did not resist. After stuffing the script into his arms, he pulled out the footrest, lay down on the chair and fell asleep.

Snapped!
"Damn yellow monkey, can you please stop snoring when you sleep? You are so loud, how can our boss sleep?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Fatty, what did you call me?!"

When Link was sleeping, he was slapped from behind. He opened his eyes and apologized subconsciously, but suddenly remembered that the other party had used insulting words. He immediately stood up and cursed at the other person.

But when he saw the person behind him, he felt a little scared. The other person was a black man who was over 190 cm tall, very fat, weighed more than kg, and was completely black. He was a relatively pure African.

There were two black men sitting near the fat black man. One of them had a big gold chain around his neck and was chewing gum. He looked very cool and looked like P. Diddy.

Another had dreadlocks, headphones on, and his feet resting on the front seat, forcing the passenger in front to cover his nose.

"Yellow monkey, so what?"

The fat black man grinned and sneered.

“I know you want me to use insulting words to attack you, but I won’t do that. I am a well-educated person. My race has 5,000 years of history and culture. I will not lower my moral standards and become as hateful as you.

In addition, Dr. Martin Luther King is my idol. I like his speech, "I Have a Dream", which dreams that one day black people can sit in a classroom with people of other skin colors to study, eat at the same table, and travel on the same plane.

Thirty years after Dr. Martin Luther King's death, his dream has finally come true, and people like you have the right to sit here and enjoy it.

But what did you do after you sat here?
You are using an insulting word to attack another race, and you are telling everyone with your actions that Dr. Martin Luther King's dream has been shattered and his dream will never, ever come true.

Because after people like you gain equality and respect, you start discriminating against other races.

I feel so sorry for people like you, and I feel so sorry for Dr. Martin Luther King, I hope he won’t be angry when he sees this in heaven, Hallelujah!

"Shut your filthy mouth, you damn kid, and don't mention Dr. Martin Luther King."

The fat black man said angrily, clenching his fists.

"If you can apologize to me, I can never mention the name of Dr. Martin Luther King again here, not far from heaven. I need your apology."

Link took a step back and used his hand to support the script stuffed against his chest to prevent it from slipping to the ground and being stepped on.

"You want me to apologize? Hey, let me beat you up and I'll apologize."

"Wallace!"

The fat black man wanted to start a fight, but when he rushed over, he was stopped by the man wearing a big gold chain. The man looked at Link vigilantly, pointed at Link's chest, and muttered something to the fat man.

The fat black man looked at Link's hand on his chest, snorted, and prepared to sit down with his big butt sticking out. "Wait a minute! God and Dr. Martin Luther King are your witnesses, you haven't apologized to me yet."

Link said, touching his chest.

"Hey man, how about I apologize to you on behalf of my buddy?"

The black man wearing a big gold chain grinned.

"Okay, you look like a well-educated person. I am willing to accept your apology."

Link decided to quit and returned to his seat.

"Shhh!!"

"Great job, man!"

"Man, you said it very well."

After Link sat down, some people in the cabin whistled and applauded and cheered for him.

Link accepted it embarrassedly. If he had had a few friends with him, he would have used force to convince the fat black man and his friends.

Without a partner, I am alone and can only rely on verbal battles and tricks to convince the other party.

Although it looks a bit weak, at least it's not embarrassing.

At this time, the flight attendant on the plane came over, saw that nothing had happened, and returned to his seat.

But after a few minutes, a blonde woman wearing a purser badge came over and stood in front of Link's seat, claiming that someone had reported him for carrying dangerous weapons and hoped that he would hand them over first, which the crew would help keep and give to him when he arrived at the airport.

"Dangerous weapons? Where are they?"

Link asked confused.

"The informant said it was in your coat pocket."

“Is a signature pen considered a dangerous item?”

Link took out a signing pen and two scripts from his pocket, then shook his shirt.

The temperature in Los Angeles is comfortable this season and you only need to wear a T-shirt, while the temperature on the East Coast is relatively low, less than 20 degrees Celsius. He deliberately wore a coat before coming, but it was very thin and could not hide anything.

"Thank you for your cooperation, sir. This may be a misunderstanding. I am sorry to disturb your rest."

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

"Have a nice trip, sir."

The chief steward left with a smile on his face.

Link took out the script and continued to revise it.

Bang!
The seat back was kicked.

"Boy, you've offended me. I'll treat you well in New York."

Someone behind said with 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 quickly walked out of the cabin with his backpack and left the airport. When passing by a supermarket, he bought a pair of sunglasses and put them on.

Not far behind, two black men were looking around.

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

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

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

(End of this chapter)