The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 185 Huang Zongyi (Part 1)
Subtitle of this chapter: Gentlemen, today we should raise our glasses to celebrate!
At the same moment that the Fool promised Sword 10 that he would heal his family in three days, a young man walked out of the customs at the Port of New York.
This yellow-skinned Chinese man looked to be about the same age as Yuan Yanshu. Of course, their looks were definitely not comparable, and he was half a head shorter.
Like Master Yuan, he was also dressed very exquisitely and elegantly, and it was obvious at first glance that he was a wealthy man.
Moreover, this person has a strong and brave air, and his actions reveal a military style, as if he has served in the military.
This gentleman is Huang Zhonghan's most favored concubine Lucy He, whose Chinese name is Huang Zongyi, the eldest son born to He Huajin.
His mother, Concubine Ho, was of Dutch descent, and therefore very beautiful, making her quite a favorite of the Nanyang Sugar King. This illegitimate son was also quite promising, being the only one of the Huang family's children with military experience, having even studied at the Dutch Military Academy.
In the future he will become one of the important figures in the Huang Group .
In reality, given Huang Zongyi's status, the director of the Huang Group's New York office should have personally come to pick him up. However, he had a secret mission and didn't want to attract attention, so he didn't notify the locals and arrived in New York alone.
Fortunately, he held a Dutch passport and looked like a wealthy man, so he did not encounter much trouble when leaving the country.
Since no one came to pick him up, Young Master Huang had no choice but to take a taxi. Just like in later times, there were naturally a row of taxis parked outside this transportation hub.
Huang Zongyi walked to the front carriage, where several drivers and coachmen were smoking and chatting.
But when they saw Young Master Huang's yellow face, they all looked as if they were too lazy to pay attention to him.
For the yellow people living in the West these days, this kind of poor treatment is really nothing. If you can't even stand it, you'd better just go back to your hometown.
"Guys..." He took out a piece of paper, gave the drivers an address, and then asked, "Are you going?"
"Pooh!" One of the bearded men spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, which landed right at Young Master Huang's feet.
The bearded man glanced at the Chinese man and spit out the price: "Three US dollars!"
"You..." Even though Young Master Huang was very rich, he didn't know much about the fares of New York taxis. He knew that this was obviously a rip-off, and a huge rip-off targeting the yellow race.
He felt a little regretful and thought he should have notified the New York office to pick him up, but it was too late to do so now.
Huang Zongyi subconsciously glanced at an NYPD officer not far away. The officer winked at him maliciously and turned his head away as if nothing had happened.
"Huh..." He could only take a deep breath and was about to nod in agreement.
At this moment, another gentle-looking young driver next to him blurted out: "Why does this address sound so familiar? I remember it..."
He looked at Young Master Huang and asked with interest, "Are you going to see Mr. Yuan?"
Young Master Huang was also surprised when he heard this. He certainly knew that his uncle was doing well in the United States, but he didn't know that he had become so successful that even taxi drivers could remember his address.
"Bah! What Mr. Yuan?" The bearded man spat again and said disdainfully, "Tom, are you now the driver of the squinty-eyed people?"
"Hahaha……"
As soon as he said this, everyone around him burst into laughter.
"Humph!" Tom snorted at them contemptuously. "You don't even know where NY lives in NY, and you dare to say you are our Big Apple taxi driver?"
The nickname "Big Apple" was already in existence for New York City, and it was a horse racing reporter named John Fitzgerald who popularized it.
In 1920, he overheard two stable boys refer to the city's racetrack as "The Big Apple," a reference to its distinctiveness. He titled his column "In the Big Apple," and the term became synonymous with New York's racetracks. Its use spread, and it became a nickname for New Yorkers.
"NY's NY?!"
As soon as Tom finished speaking, Master Huang saw that the expressions of the drivers all changed.
"Shh!"
The bearded man whistled, then said in sudden realization, "Wow! So that's the Chinese guy who won $500,000 in a bet and donated it all without a wink... Yeah, he's a real guy."
Of all Yuan Yanshu's deeds, this one is remembered most clearly by the lower classes in America.
That's $500,000, a sum they wouldn't be able to earn in their entire lives... maybe even two or three. And the Chinese man donated it to NYU, something the poor people couldn't forget.
"That's right, it's him!" Tom said proudly, "Don't you read newspapers? He's still Mr. Einstein's most admired 'American' writer!"
"Um……"
These drivers really don't read newspapers because they are illiterate. However, these days there is no such thing as "study is useless" or "anti-intellectualism". Even the common people at the bottom of society respect intellectuals.
Moreover, when the Great Magister first arrived in New York, the city government held a parade for him. Even these illiterate people knew that Einstein was a great scientist worthy of respect.
"Sir, please follow me." Tom took the suitcase from Young Master Huang's hand attentively and called him a respectful title politely.
The bearded man didn't seem angry at all because he failed to extort money. Instead, he and several other drivers consciously stepped back a few steps to make way.
In fact, it is not easy for these rough drafts to achieve this step.
"Thank you." The well-educated Huang Zongyi raised his hand to touch the brim of his hat, nodded to everyone in thanks, and followed Tom to a Ford Model T that was 80% new.
I have to say that racial discrimination is something that is difficult to change.
Even in the Western world a hundred years from now, except for a few white people who have been washed into white left-wing saints by pluralism and universal values, other white people will still look down on people of color in their hearts, even if they don't say it.
But then again, this is part of human nature. Humans instinctively label everything in the world.
Children instinctively think green vegetables are bad and red meat is good, because most plants in nature are poisonous or taste bad. As adults, more people prefer meat to vegetables.
Likewise, stereotypes about other races formed during childhood are deeply ingrained.
Besides, what is there to respect about the Chinese these days?
Not to mention driving the UN forces south of the 38th parallel, the Eight-Nation Alliance just took a tour of their capital twenty years ago... Not to mention the world factory that "goes its own way and doesn't let others have a way to go", let alone the world market where "whatever is sold is expensive". Even if the Serbs are unwilling to admit it, Serbia in the early 20th century deserved to be discriminated against.
But here he comes...
He didn't think he could completely and thoroughly change Westerners' perception of the Seres by himself.
He is only ready to drown white and colored alike in the red blood of their own transparent tears!
This of course also includes the blood of the Seres...
Of course they also have to bleed, bleed enough, otherwise how can they understand the ultimate truth of this world?
The Nihilist, possessing the "Eye of Nothingness," had no intention of erasing that period of history. On this timeline, that ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, that land of gold and dust, would likely also be soaked in tears and blood...
SO WHAT? !
He would not escape by clumsy means like his fellow time travelers.
Nor would he pretend that he was powerless.
He will look directly at the mountains of corpses and bloody roads, look directly at the hell on earth, and look directly at the historical tragedy.
He would point to the endless pile of corpses and laugh, "Look, look, look! This is the fate of slaves who have lost their country!"
If China needs a time traveler like him to be reborn from the ashes, then he would rather be a foreigner in this life.
Because such a weak nation is not worthy of being his compatriots, and because such a hopeless country is not worthy of being his motherland.
Only the nation in his memory that can be reborn from the ashes without the need for a time traveler is his true compatriot, and only the country in his memory that can be prosperous again without the need for a golden finger is his true motherland.
For the sake of his true compatriots and his true motherland, he would not mind walking with the demons in history, and he would not hesitate to come up with a "grand plan" that only the devil could come up with.
Why should we blame others, and why should we feel pity for others?
Come on, come on, come on.
Raise your glass. In this glass is the Yangtze River water that came from the sky in Li Bai's poem.
Raise your glass, this glass contains the endless heroic blood of the nobles of Yanhuang.
Raise your glass! This glass contains a celebratory wine that has been aged for a hundred years and finally brought to fruition.
Drink, drink, drink.
Cheers, he didn't come to bring peace to the world ,
Cheers, he came to let the world hear,
Cheers, he came to turn this world into a morgue!
And a very important piece of the puzzle in our Master Yuan’s “grand plan” that Inchusing had planned has arrived in his peaceful home...well, downstairs of his luxury apartment.
