The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 224: The Third Part (Part 4)
Subtitle of this chapter: If we don’t meet again in the future, why should we leave any hope for each other?
"John, are the two Japanese gone?"
"Neo, they're gone. You..."
His Majesty the Emperor naturally knew that Master Fool wouldn't die so easily. However, he was still shocked to see Master Yuan, who had just barely breathed his last and couldn't even speak coherently, now full of energy.
Remember, Yuan Yanshu was carrying a "magic weapon: a mask once used by Xirik... now a gag," which allowed him to adjust his six physical parameters at any time? So, if he lowered his physical condition by a few points, he'd reach the terminal stage of tuberculosis, while if he raised it by a few points, he'd recover without medication.
But if he really recovered, he wouldn't have to act so pretentiously. So he just adjusted it to 13 o'clock. Otherwise, the constant "cough cough cough" would take up too much text... That would be so inconvenient.
"John, of course I'm fine. But you know, this matter must be kept secret. "
His personal lawyer immediately nodded and said, "Neo, don't worry."
"John, all right. First of all, you should let those people outside disperse. I won't die for another few days anyway."
"Oh. I'll let them go later."
"Secondly, you need to ask those people outside to keep it a 'secret' for me... the kind of 'secret' that makes people curious."
"Yeah. I know what you mean."
"Finally, you need to help me do this one thing..."
John McCall walked out of the bedroom with a gloomy face and said to everyone in the living room, "Ladies and gentlemen, Neo needs to rest now. You can't help much here. Why don't you go home ?"
"But..." Of course some of them were unwilling.
"No buts. This is what Neo meant." The de facto second person in the SCP Foundation interrupted: "Please don't reveal his illness to the outside world, but there is no need to lie to the outside world, because we all know that Neo is a gentleman who lives for honesty. He doesn't want you to do anything immoral for him..."
“His Majesty the Emperor” is not only a great lawyer in the United States, but he has also been with “Lord Fool” for so long that his skills in this area have become more and more perfect.
"Alright, alright. Let's go home first, let's go back."
The lawyer turned to the other two and said, "Mr. Aiden, please wait a moment."
"Mr. Huang, please come with me..."
"Shuzhi, I'm sorry. I've delayed your Huang family's important business this time. Cough cough cough..." Yuan Yan, who was dying again, said weakly.
Mr. Huang, who was also full of doubts, had no choice but to reply: "Uncle, it's okay, you should just take good care of yourself."
Master Yuan waved his hands and said, "How can this be? We Seres are loyal to those who entrust us with our duties. Since I have promised your father, I must do this matter perfectly, cough cough cough..."
He pointed at his lawyer and said, "Shuzhi, just give the deposit to John. He will help you connect. Because you are yellow and a stranger, people won't be willing to meet you, cough cough cough..."
"This..." If it were a few days ago, Huang Zongyi would definitely not be willing to hand over such a huge sum of 50,000 US dollars rashly.
However, his uncle had given him many "surprises" in the past few days, and now that it had become like this, he couldn't say no.
"Uncle, okay..." Without much hesitation, he took out the huge bill of exchange he had always carried with him and handed it to Mr. McCall.
Yuan Yanshu finally instructed: "Shuzhi, there is one more thing. I don't want your aunt to worry, so don't inform Nanyang about my illness. Wait until..."
He sighed dejectedly and said, "We'll talk about it when the time comes, cough cough cough..."
Upon hearing this, Huang Zongyi felt sympathetic and even more regretful.
My uncle is truly a brilliant man, and in America he has the ability to call the shots. It's hard to say whether he's a Guan Zhong or Shang An, but he's more than enough to be a Su Qin or Zhang Yi.
Just one thing he said that night made him the son-in-law of the Baker family. Alas, if he died, who knows if this thing would be successful?
After having some free time these days, Mr. Huang also thought seriously about the situation in Southeast Asia and even the world.
As an intellectual who had served in the Dutch colonial army and had broadened his horizons around the world, he had to agree with his uncle's opinion.
First, the Dutch are no longer the "coachmen of the sea" that once plied the seven seas. Not only is their military strength significantly diminished, but their domestic intellectual and media circles are also somewhat "white left-wing saintly" in their views. Promoting colonial independence is likely to gain the "support" of the Dutch people.
Second, the European and American powers were not monolithic. Many, such as the Americans, coveted the fertile lands of Southeast Asia. If another European war were to break out, not only the Dutch, but even the British might not be able to retain their Straits Settlements or even the South Asian subcontinent.
Third, the Philippine model is far more advanced and civilized than the Javanese model. Rather than relying on the Dutch for support, it is better to be the American "puppet emperor."
But no matter what, this "child emperor" must be himself...or even one of his own.
If his uncle could really assist him wholeheartedly, this "child emperor" would not be a mirage. Even if he couldn't become one, he could still get more inheritance from his father.
However, just when he had made up his mind and was about to have a "harmonious relationship between the king and his subjects", his uncle and military advisor died young.
It's really strange. People say "Good people don't live long, and disasters come to them in their old age."
In his opinion, his uncle looked nothing like Guo Jia or Guo Fengxiao; he was clearly Jia Xu or Jia Wenhe. How could such a person not live long? Could it be because he was too handsome...
"Shuzhi, you go, cough cough cough..." Master Yuan glanced at his lawyer and said, "John, you go too, cough cough cough..."
A few days later, Washington, U.S. Attorney General's Office.
"Ding-ling-ling..."
"I'm Doherty..."
The anxious voice of Mr. Dougherty's "close friend" and "political agent" came from the receiver: "Harry, this is Jesse. I'm in New York..."
"Jesse, did you get the money?"
"Harry, there's a problem here in New York..."
"Jesse, what's the problem?"
A cold male voice suddenly spoke from the other end of the line: "Mr. Dougherty, let me answer your question. Mr. Yuan said that as long as you fulfill your promise, Mr. Smith will return to you with the money."
"Damn it, that chick... and you dare to threaten me?! Damn it, do you know who I am? I am the Attorney General of the United States of America..."
"Of course I know who you are! Listen carefully, Mr. Attorney General of the United States of America. You know, and I know, that Mr. Smith knows a lot about Incubus, and I'm sure the New York press is also curious about these Incubus matters... And Mr. Yuan just wants to be on the safe side, so please don't make things difficult for us."
"FXCK! FXCK!! FXCK!!!..."
"Mr. Attorney General of the United States of America, if you still want to FXCK to Mr. Smith, please fulfill your promise..."
A few days later, in front of the U.S. Department of Justice building in Washington.
"Are you the Hermit?"
Hoover, who had been working overtime until late at night, recognized the man in front of him as an old colleague from the Ministry of Justice. He swallowed hard and nodded, saying, "I... I am a hermit!"
The Ten of Swords handed him a large envelope and said, "The Fool sends his greetings. He has a gift for you. He also has a suggestion..."
