Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty-Three

In this way, I entered the cell again. After the security guard at Gianni arrested us, two cars of cops sped up and one of the cops went up to the clerk and said, "Well, what's up?" "This one says she's Marilyn Monroe," said the clerk. "Wearing a bunch of banana leaves in the store, buying clothes and not paying for them. I don't know what the other two are for - but I see them as suspicious." "I'm Marilyn Monroe!" she yelled. "Of course, ma'am," said the policeman, "I'm still Clint Eastwood. Why don't you get into the car with these two good gentlemen?" He pointed to the other two policemen.

"Okay," the lead cop said, looking at me and Sue, "what's the matter with you?" "We're filming," I said. "So, you're wearing this monster costume?" he asked. "Well." I said. "What about him?" he said, pointing at Sue, "I think it's a pretty real costume." "Not a costume," I said. "He's a pure ape." "Really?" said the cop. "Well, let's see. We have a film guy at the station too, and he'd love to take a picture of you two clowns. So follow along, both of you—don't make a fool of yourself."

Anyway, this time it was Mr. Tribble to bail me out again, and Mr. Feder brought a team of lawyers to rescue Marilyn Monroe, who was hysterical at the moment. "You wait!" she screamed back at me after the police released her. "When I'm done, even if you want to be a dragon with a spear in "Nightmare"!" She was probably right about that.As things stand, my film career is over. "That's the way life is, honey—but I'll call you up for lunch another day," Mr. Feder said to me before leaving. "We'll send someone for the monster suit later."

"Come on, Forrest," Mr. Tribble said, "we got other things to do." Back at the hotel, Mr. Tribble and I and Sue sat in the room for a meeting. "With Sue around, it's going to be a problem," Mr. Tribble said. "I mean, like when we sneaked him upstairs and all. It's going to be difficult to travel with an ape, and we have to face." I told him how I felt about Sue, and how he saved my life so many times in the jungle, and all that. "Well, I think I know how you feel," he said, "and I'd like to try. But he'll have to behave, or we're sure to get in trouble."

"He will," I said, and Sue nodded too, grinning like an ape. The next day was the chess final, and my opponent was the international master Ivan Petrokivic, known as "Honest Ivan".Mr. Tribble has taken me to a dress shop to rent a tuxedo because it's such a fashion thing that a lot of famous people go after it.Also, the winning side will get a $10,000 bonus, and my share of half should be enough to start a shrimp business, so I can't afford to make any mistakes. We came to the hall where the chess game was held. There were about a thousand people onlookers. "Honest Ivan" was already seated, and now he was staring at me as if he were Muhammad Ali.

"Honest Ivan" was a tall Russian guy with a Frankenstein-like forehead and curly black hair like a violinist's.I went over to sit down and he muttered something to me, and then the other guy said, "Let's go," and that's how the game started. "Honest Ivan" holds white stones, so he makes the first move, using the so-called "Ponziani-style opening". I continued to make moves and adopted the "Riti-style open chess", and everything went well.We each took two more steps each, and then Honest Ivan tried what he called the "Folkbier Sacrifice," rounding his knight to the other side to see if he could take the castle.

But I saw the intention, and set the so-called "Noah's Ark Trap", which ate his knight instead. "Honest Ivan" looked unhappy, but he took it easy and used the "Tarashi intimidation method" to intimidate my bishop. However, I didn't take this approach and set up the "Queen's Indian Defense Network" to force him to adopt the "Schwennigan Change Method", which led me to use "Benoni's Counterattack". "Honest Ivan" looked a little annoyed, dropped his fingers, bit his lower lip, and then he actually made a dangerous move—"Fried Liver Attack"—and I blocked him with the "Alekhan Defense Net" die.

The chess game went on for a long time, and it seemed that he was about to be checked to death, but "Honest Ivan" actually used the "Hoffman strategy" to get out of trouble!I looked at Mr. Tribble, he gave me half a smile, then moved his lips and said two words "now" in lip language, and I immediately understood what he meant. Well, Big Sam taught me two moves in the jungle that are not in the chess book, and now is the time to use it-its "sauce pot variation" called "Coconut Sacrifice", also It was I who used the queen as bait, luring the ruffian to risk sacrificing his knight to eat it.

Unfortunately, this step doesn't work. "Honest Ivan" must have seen my plan, he actually electrified my queen, this is a disaster for me!Then I used the "straw house strategy" and stuck out the last castle to deceive him, but he was not deceived.Not only did he eat my castle and another bishop, but he was going to kill me with the "Petroff general", which is when I put all my strength into the "Little Black Intimidation". The "little black person bluster" was one of Big Sam's tricks, and he taught me to the bone.This trick is all based on surprise, using several other chess pieces as bait, once it falls into the trap of Ming's "little black intimidation method", then pack up and go back home.I'm hoping that Wanpow's trick will work, because if it doesn't work, I'm exhausted and it's game over, so to speak.

Well, "Honest Ivan" grunted twice, then picked up his knight and moved it to the position of the eighth guard, which means that he will fall into the trap of the "little black intimidation method", and I can move two more moves. If you kill him, he will be exhausted! But "Honest Ivan" must have smelled something wrong, because he moved the chess piece from the fifth guard to the eighth guard and back to the original place, repeated seven, eight or ten times, and never took his hand away. , there is no turning back. The crowd was so quiet that you could hear a fine needle fall to the ground, and I was so nervous and excited that my chest was about to explode.I looked over to Mr. Tribble, and he was rolling his eyes up like he was praying, and the guy with Honest Ivan was frowning and looking up. "Honest Ivan" moved the pawn to the Eight of Guards two or three more times, but always put it back on the Five of Guards.Finally, it seemed that he had other plans, but at this time he picked up the chess piece again and stopped above the position of the eighth guard. I held my breath, and the room was as quiet as a tomb. "Honest Ivan" was still holding the chess piece, my heart was beating like a drum, and suddenly, he looked at me - and then I didn't know what happened, maybe I was too excited or something - —I suddenly let out a big baked bean fart, and it sounded like a bed sheet being torn in half!

"Honest Ivan" had a look of surprise on his face, and then suddenly he dropped the chess piece, raised his hands, said, "Ugh!" and pinched his nose while coughing and fanning the air.The crowd standing next to us grunted and backed away--with handkerchiefs and all, and I was as red as a tomato. However, after the situation returned to calm, I looked at the chessboard, ah, "Honest Ivan" actually dropped the chess piece on the position of the eighth guard.So I reached out and ate it with my knight, then took his two pawns and his queen, and finally his king—checkmate!I really won the chess game and the five thousand dollars" "Little Black Intimidation" and sure enough, the enemy was defeated again.'" Honest Ivan: has been protesting loudly there and so on, and the guy who came with him immediately File a formal protest. The chairman in charge of the chess game rummaged through his rulebook and found one that read: "No chess player may intentionally distract his opponent while a chess game is in progress." Mr. Tribble stepped forward and said, "Well, I don't think you can prove that my chess player made that move on purpose. It was an involuntary move." The chairman of the chess game turned to the same page of the rulebook and found an article that read: "No chess player shall behave rudely or offend the opponent." "Look here," said Mr. Tribble, "didn't you ever need to be released? Forrest Gump had no intention of doing it. He sat there a long time." "It's hard to say," said the tournament chairman. "On the face of it, I think I'll disqualify him." "Well, can't you give him another chance?" asked Mr. Tribble. The chairman of the chess game scratched his head for a long time. "Well, maybe," he said, "but he'll have to restrain himself, because we can't stand that kind of thing here, you understand?" It looked like I could probably go on, but then all of a sudden there was a commotion across the room, ladies hissing and screaming and so on, and I looked up and it was Sue hanging from the chandelier and looking at me swing over. The chandelier swung directly above us, Sue let go and landed on the chessboard, and all the pieces flew in all directions. "Honest Ivan" falls backwards on a chair and in the process rips off a fat lady who looks like a jewelry store ad in half. She waved her hands and howled again and again, and finally slapped the chairman of the chess game on the nose.Sue was bouncing and babbling in there, and everybody was terrified, stumbling, calling the police. Mr. Tribble grabbed my arm and said, "Let's get out of here, Gump—you know enough cops in this town." Uh, we went back to the hotel, and Mr. Tribble said we had to have another meeting. "Forrest Gump," he said, "I really don't believe our idea is going to work anymore. Your chess skills have reached the pinnacle, but the external situation has become too complicated. What happened this afternoon, er, to put it mildly, really weird." I nodded, and Sue looked regretful too. "So, I'm going to do this. You're a good boy, Gump, and I can't keep you stuck in California, so I'm going to arrange for you and Sue to go back to your hometown in Alabama. I know you need some money to start a shrimp business , your half of the bonus, after deducting expenses, is a little less than five thousand yuan in total." Mr. Tribble handed me an envelope, and I looked inside, and there was a bunch of hundred-dollar bills. "Good luck with your career," he said. Mr. Tribble called a taxi to take us to the train station.He also arranged for Sue to be put in a crate in the luggage car, and said I could go and see him and feed him anytime.They got out the coconut crate and Sue got in and they put it on the train first. "Well, bless you, Gump," finished Mr. Tribble, shaking my hand. "Here's my business card - keep in touch and let me know how you're doing, okay?" I took the card and shook his hand again, and I was sad to leave because Mr. Tribble was such a nice guy and I let him down.I sat on the train seat and looked out the window. Mr. Tribble was still standing on the platform.As the train moved, he raised his hand and waved me goodbye. So off I went again, and my head was full of dreams that night--dreams of coming home, and dreams of my mother, and dreams of poor Bob and the shrimp business, and of course, Jenny too.I have never felt such a strong desire to not be so stupid.