The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 229: The Third Part (9)
Subtitle of this chapter: Throw flowers, this is a Ph.D. of 125 words!
"Listeners, welcome to NYPR. Today is Monday, May 9, 1921..”
It's 9:00 AM Eastern Time. It will be cloudy with light rain today, with winds of Force 3 to 5. The high will be 68 degrees Fahrenheit (20 degrees Celsius) and the low will be 53.6 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius). Please don't forget to bring an umbrella when you go out...
Before reporting yesterday's New York stock market news and futures prices, let's first pay attention to Mr. Neo Yuan's condition, because this is the news that New Yorkers are most concerned about these days...
According to reliable sources, although Mr. Yuan has been fighting the disease tenaciously, his condition is very grim. He has been in a coma since yesterday...
Dear listeners, let us pray for him!"
Our Master Yuan fell into a coma because he was so successful in pretending to be cool the Friday before last. As a result, he has never been without people around him and has no chance to steal food anymore.
Even Ms. Brooks, who had just become the "Queen of Pentacles", had to stay in the cupboard for half the night before she found an opportunity to slip out, leaving the two of them without even a chance to break up.
Missing one sex session is a small matter, but missing a few meals is a big deal. Besides, Yuan Yanshu didn't just miss a few meals, but dozens!
Fortunately, the Master Ball system has a power-saving mode, otherwise he would not have fainted from hunger but would have starved to death.
"Please close it!"
At this time, it was drizzling outside the luxurious apartment on the Hudson River, and a group of people were sitting inside, chattering.
Situ Meitang of Anliang Hall was in charge, accompanied by Huang Jishi and several other Neibatang masters. The girls from the brothels in Chinatown were supposed to come and see off their benefactor... that benefactor. However, Situ, the headmaster, held his own opinion and thought this was too much, so the absence of some beautiful girls was a bit of a bummer.
Mr. George Baker sent his own representative, a cousin of Louis Baker, who was sitting and chatting with Edison's youngest son, Theodore Edison.
The president of New York University Press and the editor-in-chief of Le Monde were considered a group, and they were surrounded by some New York cultural figures, such as Mr. Theodore Dresser, the great reporter Sanders from the New York Times, the Fitzgeralds who had just returned from Maine, the editor-in-chief of Le Monde, Mr. and Mrs. DeWitt, and Humphrey Bogart, who became famous for Twelve.
There were also some of Yuan Yanshu's classmates at NYU and some Chinese students studying abroad near New York, Meng Xiancheng from George Washington University, members of Princeton's "Relativity Mahjong Club", and the "Three Heroes of Harvard" who also came specially.
In addition, the Chinese ambassador to the United States, Shi Zhaoji, also sent Luo Puxiang's uncle, Luo Jiaxiang, as his representative. He was having a cordial conversation with the somewhat absent-minded Mr. Huang Zongyi.
All of Lord Fool ’s subordinates in New York were present, including his secretary, Miss Athol Moman.
That’s right, “Your Excellency the Judge” is naturally among them.
For Yuan Yanshu, Albert Einstein postponed his trip and stayed in New York.
Unfortunately, this greatest scientist of the 20th century still did not know the inside story, so when he heard this funeral-like broadcast, he was in a bad mood and shouted a little.
But everyone present looked absent-minded and no one turned off the radio, so he had to stand up and turn it off himself.
At this moment, the bedroom door creaked open. Everyone turned their attention there, and Einstein also stopped.
The old expert and the private lawyer came out, both of them looked very unhappy.
Mr. John McCall choked up and said... His acting skills have also improved by leaps and bounds: "Ladies and gentlemen, Neo, he, he, he said that he wants to see you all again..."
"Wow, wow, wow..." He couldn't finish his words and covered his mouth with a handkerchief... How could he laugh in such an occasion? So, "His Majesty the Emperor" was indeed quite clever.
The famous doctor from New York Presbyterian Hospital coughed and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, please keep quiet and don't disturb Mr. Yuan."
“…”
Everyone present, whether genuine or feigned, wore expressions of sorrow. They pursed their lips tightly, lined up in silence, and filed in one long line.
And "NY's NY" lying on the bed looked like he had only taken one more breath than a dead person, and it was a very difficult breath, as if it would stop in the next second.
At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, let alone speak. He was so hungry...
But this man who was about to die of starvation... and illness looked even more handsome, because he adjusted his charm value to 19 points before he fell into a coma.
The ladies couldn't help but feel a strong sense of regret in their hearts. Why didn't they find an opportunity to have a relationship with him that went beyond friendship before?
Some men couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. How could this guy be so incredibly handsome? He would be more handsome even in death than when he was alive. If he continued to live, how many women would he have had relationships beyond friendship with?
Just when the heavy and solemn farewell ceremony was almost over, several breathless gentlemen suddenly rushed into the apartment.
The leader was none other than NYU Vice President James Conant. He anxiously asked Mr. McCall, "How is Neo? Is he still alive?"
The two professors behind him, Chandler Julian and Owen Adams, also looked very anxious.
The fat boy nodded and was about to say something, but before he could open his mouth, the three of them rushed into the bedroom.
The old expert in the bedroom was a little unhappy and accused him in a stern tone: "Gentlemen, I say you..."
"Shut up!" Vice Principal Conant, who was usually well-mannered, yelled at him, then took out a document from the inside pocket of his suit.
He took off his hat, calmed his breathing, and read to the unconscious Yuan Yan: "The 1921 Doctoral Degree Evaluation Committee unanimously agreed that Mr. Yanshu Yuan's doctoral thesis "Socialism" has fully demonstrated his talent and level in economics. Taking into account some of his special physical conditions..."
"Therefore, upon the proposal of John Bates Clark, Chairman of the Doctoral Degree Evaluation Committee, the committee unanimously approved the decision to directly award the degree to Mr. Yanshu Yuan without holding a doctoral thesis defense meeting..."
"Doctor of Philosophy!"
Master Yuan, who was in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up with a snap. He asked in disbelief, "Really? Did I really become a PhD?"
Professor Chandler nodded vigorously and said, "It's true, Misto Yuan... No! Daoketuo Yuan, you are already a Doctor of Philosophy in the Department of Economics at New York University!"
Professor Adams immediately chimed in, "You deserve it, Yuan!"
Everyone present said in unison: "Congratulations, the Dao can be trusted by Yuan!"
“Roar, roar, roar… hehe… hahahaha…”
The newly minted Dao Ke Tuo Yuan's face flushed unnaturally, and he couldn't suppress his laughter and said, "Finally... finally... I finally became a Ph.D., it wasn't easy!"
“Hahahaha… hehe… roar roar…”
"Neo, don't die!"
"Don't die, Mistoyuan!"
Hearing the heartbreaking cries of the crowd, Yuan Yan, who had collapsed on the bed, suddenly sat up again and said to everyone in a serious tone: "Ladies and gentlemen, from now on, please call me..."
"The Dao can be trusted by Yuan!"
