The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 162 Aries Palace (Part 1)
This chapter's subtitle: Paris, the Flower City, Illuminated by the Red Star Mars
China, poor students, work-study program... these three magical words entered the ears of "Enuka Rochelle", making her heart tighten.
In fact, the first thing our Master Yuan thought of was...
"Master Ball, are you there?"
With a "whoosh" sound, a red and green ball appeared in front of him.
"Monsieur, here I come!"
"Master Ball, your Dutch-flavored French is truly authentic! Oh, and check my S-value for me."
"Querying... The host's current S value is 77%. Congratulations, host. You've been doing a lot of things that are annoying lately, so your S value has been reduced a lot."
"Master Ball, doesn't that mean I can go downstairs?"
"Host, you can still go downstairs. But you still have to be careful. This S value can't withstand your efforts."
"Master Ball, I understand. But now that I'm here, I can't bear not to go down and meet these people!"
Yuan Yan shook his head and felt the headache eased a lot. So he pushed himself up from the sofa...
"Miss Rochelle, be careful!"
It turned out that the old man suddenly found that there were two extra pieces of flesh on his chest, two big pieces at that... Really, when they were on other people, they really didn't feel so heavy.
As a result, he lacked experience and lost control of his center of gravity, nearly falling flat on his face. Fortunately, the fourth sister Jin Feng, who was standing by, quickly caught him.
The fourth sister of Jinfeng asked in surprise, "Miss Rochelle, why are you up? Where are you going?"
"Madam Li, I want to..." Master Yuan decided it would be better not to tell the truth, "Let's go out for a walk and get some fresh air."
"That's fine." Sister Jinfeng hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Miss Rochelle, I'll accompany you back to your room to change clothes."
"Change clothes?" Yuan Yan suddenly remembered that these days not only do gentlemen have sets of clothes, but ladies also have to change clothes for different occasions.
He nodded and said, "Okay, Mrs. Li."
“Squeak…”
The fourth sister , Jinfeng, who was temporarily acting as a personal nanny , opened Xiaolongnu's wardrobe and turned to ask, "Miss Rochelle, which one do you want to wear?"
In addition to everyday clothes, this large wardrobe also contained several "robes" of bizarre styles. These were custom-made for "Ms. Fate" by "Lord Fool."
He immediately picked out the most eye-catching piece and pointed at it, saying, "I'll wear this one!"
"This dress..." Sister Jinfeng took out the dress from the closet and took a look...
She was almost blinded by the dazzle and couldn't help but say hesitantly: "But, but, but... Miss Rochelle, is this dress really okay?"
Yuan Yan suddenly stepped forward to take the dress, compared it in front of the mirror and said, "Madam Li, what's wrong with this dress? I think it's very beautiful!"
"Brother Zhuang, we are here!"
"You three little Chens, it's good that you're here, it's good that you're here."
"Brother Zhuang, I'm going to trouble you again!"
"Xiao Zhao, Xiao Wang, Xiao Li, it's no trouble, no trouble."
"Brother Zhuang, this is some pickled vegetables we made from our hometown. It's not a big deal."
"Aunt Ge, and Little Sister Cai and Little Sister Xiang, your family is so kind."
Zhuang Kunlun smiled naively at the nearly ten young men and women who had come to visit him. "This isn't your first time here, so there's no need to be so reserved. Chinese people should help Chinese people, right?"
He was genuinely happy to entertain these compatriots . Compared to the stagnant situation he had encountered upon his return, these vibrant young people gave the communist hope... hope for Soviet China, hope for a global red, and hope for the liberation of all mankind.
But at the same time, he couldn't help but think of what Yuan Yanshu said to him that night: "When you go there, you will find out what this money is useful for..."
These days he has been thinking about the "miracle" that happened to Mr. Yuan, including this "prophecy".
Zhuang Kunlun was really confused. Was his mysterious "master" well-informed or could he really predict the future?
What made him even more puzzled was that, apart from not smoking Afurong, Yuan Yanshu usually behaved like a spoiled, arrogant and licentious young master.
It can be said that he is good at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and is involved in everything from alcohol, sex, money and anger. Not only does he not like to deal with the proletariat, he also likes to make friends with the bourgeoisie.
Such a person actually gave himself such a large sum of money for no reason and asked him to go to France to support these poor students who were working and studying.
Is this Mr. Yuan a proletarian comrade who has infiltrated the enemy? Or a fervent patriot with ulterior motives? Or is he being manipulated by the incomparably eerie SCP Foundation?
There was also the book "The Anarchist's Cookbook", which benefited him a lot as a communist disguised as an anarchist. Even his superiors thought that this booklet was very practical and very much in line with the needs of today's revolutionaries.
Zhuang Kunlun shook his head, smiled to himself, and called out to everyone, "Come in, everyone. I've prepared snacks and coffee for you..."
He led everyone into the living room, counted the heads, and asked in confusion, "Xiao Zhou, Xiao Li, and Xiao Cai, why didn't they come today?"
"Oh, Brother Zhuang. They have something to do and will be here in a while." One of them said with a smile: "Brother Zhuang, don't worry, they will definitely not let you go of this dinner..”
Everyone burst into laughter when they heard this.
They took off their clothes one after another. Some of them were impatient and rushed directly to the delicious snacks, while some of them were mature and poured themselves a cup of hot coffee.
Although the student movement on February 28th of this year was somewhat successful, securing three months of living expenses for these students who were working to support themselves, "living in Paris is not easy," and with prices soaring across Europe, this money is still not enough for these young people to eat. Sometimes they cook cabbage and noodles for a meal.
Fortunately, they met this generous Chinese American, whose presence was truly a timely help.
This Mr. Zhuang not only gave them money to help them, but also invited them to a tea party here, which is much warmer .
Moreover, he is actually a leftist with some theoretical foundation. Although he is not good at theory, he is more than capable of explaining communist theory to these young Chinese people.
"Brother Zhuang, tell us more about The Communist Manifesto."
"Yes, Brother Zhuang. The English and French versions gave me a headache, but your explanations are much better."
The first Chinese translation of The Communist Manifesto was by Chen Wangdao, the aforementioned acting editor-in-chief of New Youth. He translated it in 1920, so young people in Europe had not yet seen the Chinese translation.
"Okay then." Zhuang Kunlun nodded and took out an English version of The Communist Manifesto from a cabinet in the corner of the living room...
Just then, a pleasant female voice came from the stairs.
All I heard was this clear and crisp voice reciting in standard Chinese: "A ghost, the ghost of communism, is wandering the European continent..."
"Hahaha..." Then she let out a series of cheerful laughs and said in a playful tone, "A group of young people, young people from Aries, came from Seris to Europe!"
