The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 204: Marriage
Subtitle of this chapter: If you don’t go to hell, who will?
"Fifteen years of careful preparation and at most fifteen years of wise implementation, and in just thirty years we can harvest a nation... or even several nations."
Our Master Yuan would never say "one year of preparation, two years of counterattack, and three years of success." This is nonsense that even Chuan Lin Beitui himself doesn't believe.
What's more, without the impact of World War II, there would be no subsequent craze for national independence.
"Thirty years? Hahaha, I can't see that..." Mr. George Baker said with a smile without any hesitation.
Yuan Yanshu also spoke frankly, "Mr. Baker, you really can't see it, but your sons, grandchildren, great-grandchildren can see it. You've made a small investment now, but what will the return be in 30 years?"
The Wall Street Miracle narrowed his eyes and said, "Then Neo, and Mr. Huang, how can our Baker family guarantee the return of this investment?"
"Hahaha..." Our Master Yuan replied with a smile: "This couldn't be simpler..."
"Marriage!"
"Marriage?"
"That's right!" Yuan Yan clapped her hands and said, "What contracts, what agreements, what promises? Can these be more reliable than blood ties?"
After these words were spoken, the other three people all looked embarrassed.
Master Yuan patted Huang Zongyi on the shoulder and said, "I won't talk about my nephew's background, but he looks pretty good..."
His father, Huang Zhonghan, is of average appearance, but his mother, He Luxi, is a mixed-race beauty, and Mr. Huang, who is also of mixed blood, does not look much worse.
"Ahem..." Huang Zongyi coughed and whispered in his ear, "Uncle, to be honest, I'm engaged."
Yuan Yan suddenly glanced at her nephew with dissatisfaction, and lowered her voice in Chinese, saying, "Shuzhi, if marriage can be divorced, what's the point of engagement? What you should worry about now is that the other party won't agree!"
He turned around and said in a very understanding tone: "Mr. Baker, I also know that it is indeed a bit inappropriate to let the Baker family's lady marry a yellow gentleman..."
There is no way. They are a legitimate American wealthy family, and the reputation of the yellow race is really... Even if Huang Zongyi is the son of the richest Chinese, this marriage will greatly damage the reputation of the Baker family.
"But there must be girls in your family branch who aren't doing well, right?... Actually, it doesn't matter if they're married, as long as they can have children..."
As the saying goes in Seres, even the emperor has three poor relatives. This is not to mention that the Baker family is a newly prosperous family.
"And they can go to Southeast Asia and get married secretly, and no one in the United States will know..."
"Gentlemen, think about this. When Americans hear Mr. Huang's name again fifteen years from now, they will surely be delighted to discover that he has an American wife and an heir who has received a pure American education. This will also be of great benefit to his political career."
The old man had been bluffing for a long time, actually it was for this purpose.
Needless to say, he was naturally imitating the marriage between Chuan Lin Beitui and the second lady of the Song family.
It's okay to marry a foreigner. The son of Lin Beitui, a perfect man of the generation, and the great "Blue and White Sword Master" of the generation married a foreign woman..
Oh, it really does sound a bit like a mix of Hong Kong comics and Huang Yi.
Hearing his words, Mr. Baker Jr. was fine, but Mr. Baker Sr. couldn't help but show a moved expression.
Master Yuan flashed a smug smile, as if his plan had worked, and said, "Gentlemen, there's another benefit. If his father learns of this, he'll surely be delighted. Then Mr. Huang can... hehe."
He smiled and smoked his cigar without saying a word. This time, not to mention the two foreigners, even Huang Zongyi, who was a little hesitant, could hardly contain his excitement.
Just imagine, if he became the son-in-law of the Baker family, his father would definitely look up to him. If something unspeakable happened, he would receive a richer inheritance than his other brothers and sisters, and even become the next leader of the Huang Consortium.
In fact, this is what Yuan Yanshu thought.
His former brother-in-law will pass away in three years, and he has no intention of helping his nephew to stage a palace drama, so he can only rely on the wife to gain status.
"Huh..." The "Wall Street Miracle" let out a long sigh and said noncommittally, "I need to think about this suggestion. So..."
"Neo, what can we do for you and Mr. Huang?"
Hearing his question, Master Yuan felt relieved. If this old fox didn't agree, he wouldn't have asked that question.
"Like I said, we don't need money. What we need is..."
Yuan Yan suddenly nodded to the old man and said, "Mr. George Baker, your relationship."
Don't look at him and this poker cabinet... that mahjong cabinet's almost, that's all useless nonsense.
The Morgan Consortium is the big money sponsor in American politics, and its carry much more weight than those of this master of neoclassical liberalism.
Of course, 11 years later, when FDR comes to power, Master Yuan’s status and weight will be incomparable to what they are now, and he will be able to really exert his strength.
Finally, when the Pacific War broke out in the 1940s, he was definitely a heavyweight figure. Coupled with his SCP Foundation, he was able to make things happen with a wave of his hand, which was really not empty talk.
He looked at Mr. Baker again and said sincerely, "Louis, we need your expertise and enthusiasm..."
"You've proven your professionalism with NYPR and most recently at Centennial Hill, and you have a passion for changing the world!"
In fact, this leftist educated youth is somewhat incompatible with the SCP Foundation. After all, he is a young man who grew up in a greenhouse and is too idealistic. He does not know the value of "listening to what others say".
Lord Fool truly believes that among his Major Arcana, only His Holiness the Pope needs to travel around the world, visit underdeveloped regions, broaden his horizons, and see the world for what it truly is.
"Well, my friend, I'm really curious, what would you do when you have such an opportunity?"
Louis Baker's expression changed, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
"Come on, gentlemen..." Our Master Yuan stood up, raised his glass high and said, "Thank you for listening to my crazy talk and not laughing at me. Cheers..."
“Cheers!”
"Uncle, thank you." As the four of them had just said goodbye outside the smoking room, they heard Huang Zongyi say this from the bottom of his heart.
Yuan Yan quickly took a look at Mr. Huang, who was looking grateful, and shook his head with a wry smile, saying, "Shuzhi, why are you thanking me? You should be blaming me!"
"It's your fault..." Huang Zongyi asked in confusion, "Uncle, what do you mean?"
Master Yuan chuckled and said, "Shuzhi, I put you on this fire without even discussing it with you. Don't you blame me?"
"How could that be?" Young Master Huang shook his head and said, "My nephew knows that my uncle is doing this for my own good..."
"For your own good?!" Yuan Yan suddenly revealed a sarcastic expression... She didn't know whether she was laughing at her nephew or herself.
He interrupted the other person and said, "My dear Mr. Huang, you could have lived a peaceful and stable life as a child of a wealthy family. Even if your family fell into poverty, you could still be the eldest son for the rest of your life. What about now?"
"My Great President Huang, or Great Prime Minister Huang, or Great Chairman Huang, do you think this road will be easy now? It's covered with thorns, it's infested with poisonous insects, it's surrounded by ferocious beasts. On this already difficult road, even your fellow travelers will stab you at the critical moment. It's perfectly normal to perish along the way and become a burden to others..."
His tone became even more sinister as he continued, "As the saying goes, one general's success is built on the sacrifices of thousands of soldiers; a hero should never care about his reputation after his death!"
"Give it to me. Even if you succeed, some people will eventually see you as a tyrant, a poisoner, an executioner, a reactionary whose hands are stained with the blood of innocent people..."
"Mr. Huang Zongyi, are you really willing to be called a demon by future generations?"
"I, I, I..." The young man with sweat on his forehead didn't know what to say for a moment.
Yuan Yan raised her hand and interrupted, "Don't be so hasty to answer me. You still have time to think about it. When you are sure you have thought it through, we can have another formal discussion. When that time comes, I will give you a gift..."
He glanced at his wrist... Damn, the card cooldown period hadn't expired yet, and that Haulens watch hadn't been repaired yet. He had no choice but to glance at the clock next to him.
"Shuzhi, you stay and get to know Mr. Baker and the others better. I'm leaving first."
"Uncle, are you leaving now?!"
"I can't help it, Uncle, I have to catch the night train..."
