The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 267 Going Home
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"Two years, four months, and three days..."
Morgan and the others had strange and complicated expressions on their faces, a mixture of "As expected!" and "Is that really the case?"
Our Master Yuan himself doesn't think so, but in fact many people in the community regard him as a mysterious orientalist from the East.
He accurately predicted those "250" electoral votes.
He recovered from severe sepsis.
He defeated Lieutenant Colonel Alexander by drinking.
Even Einstein was impressed by his novels.
He contracted acute tuberculosis but still survived and is still alive and kicking. He has created two medical miracles in less than a year...
One or two things might be coincidences, but three or four things would inevitably raise suspicions, and some people would naturally regard him as the "Rasputin" of New York.
By the way, he is just like that evil monk, you know, his abilities are the envy of gentlemen.
However, Yuan Yanshu was not a charlatan like Rasputin. He had always claimed to be an atheist, and he had always denied that these were so-called "miracles."
However, at the same time, he still revealed a lot of "flaws", so he really became an urban myth.
Don't forget that he summoned "infant spirits" for the Eisenhower couple, performed "magic" in the Patton family, told some people that he was the "Sage of the Bamboo Forest", and had his increasingly real "alternative history".
There were many witnesses to these events, and these witnesses had no obligation to keep it secret for him, so it naturally spread to the outside world.
"Dream Weaver" Mr. Craftsman also gave a push. Inspired by "Mr. Fool", he began to publish a series of novels in "SCP Magazine".
The protagonist is the Taoist priest with one eyebrow that Yuan Yanshu once mentioned. In 1865, when Lincoln was assassinated, this "Four-Handed Man of the Bamboo Forest" came to the United States and began to fight against various evil forces.
This series of novels was quite popular and later became one of the most popular IPs in "SCP Magazine".
It is conceivable that Yimei Daochang will be adapted into comics and animations, and even put on the big screen, becoming the predecessor of the American "superhero".
In this series of novels, Master Ai Shouyi vaguely mentioned our Master Yuan, portraying him as the successor of Yimei Taoist Priest, and adding a bit of mystery to him.
Although "NY's NY" is so mysterious, fortunately, this is an era without smartphones and even portable recorders, and these rumors are ultimately just "rumors."
As his fame grew, more and more mysteries surrounded him, and naturally more and more people became interested in him.
In fact, a big part of the reason why Morgan Jr. invited Yuan Yanshu to an interview for a partner position was curiosity.
Seriously speaking, if the Morgan Consortium could really recruit a partner who could predict the future, it would be a great thing .
Okay, speaking of this, someone will talk about racial discrimination again.
However, in history, Morgan Sr. adhered to the personnel principle of "recruiting talents regardless of their background". When recruiting senior partners, he never looked at their background, education, beliefs or race.
George Baker and Thomas Lamont were both born in poor families. Lamont's father was a poor pastor.
The background of Mr. George Whitney, chairman of the NYSE, who was present, was even more unclear. He was a "quasi-illegitimate child" with an ambiguous father.
Of course, these days, apart from Jews, other ethnic groups simply cannot break into the investment banking circle.
But then again, for a recognized economist like Neo Yuan, who has the endorsement of Mr. Baker, his skin color doesn't seem to matter much.
"Hahaha..." Seeing that everyone was speechless, our Master Yuan smiled lightly and said, "Gentlemen, I was just joking."
Anyway, wait two years, four months and three days and you'll know I'm not joking.
No matter how powerful the wings of this time traveler are, can they still affect geological movements and blow away the Great Kanto Earthquake?
Don't worry, there is a long way to go... A good word has been defiled again!
In short, there is still a long time to go, and I still have to deal with the Morgan Consortium a lot.
“Roar, roar, roar… hehe… hahahaha…”
After all, they are all old foxes, and they also laughed meaningfully. As for what they think in their hearts, only God knows.
Big shots are often very busy, and since Yuan Yanshu rejected the offer, there is not much more for them to talk about.
After chatting for a few minutes, he tactfully stood up and said goodbye.
This time, little Morgan actually stood up and walked him out the door himself, with three others following behind.
In fact, he invited this Chinese man for another reason...
"Dr. Yuan..." he said hesitantly, "Excuse me, is your 'ZHONG YI' really that magical?"
Master Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Morgan, it's useless for me to tell you about this kind of thing. It's only useful when the patient experiences it for themselves."
Little Morgan nodded and said bluntly, "Dr. Yuan, a friend of mine has recently become seriously ill. I wonder if 'ZHONG YI' can cure his headache?"
Yuan Yan suddenly thought that he should be asking about Mr. Davidson who destroyed his neighbor's family, but that guy had a brain hemangioma, which is almost incurable these days, so he will die on the operating table next year.
Well, this favor still needs to be done to the top and second-in-command of the Morgan Consortium, so that would be a bargain for Dr. Wen Caihua. But there's a small problem...
If Wen Jinxiu returns to America, should she go to treat Harding?
It's not right to see it, and it's not right not to see it. It's better not to come back.
As for FDR, polio wouldn't kill him, so there would only be benefits and no harm in letting him be disabled for a few years.
"Mr. Morgan, let me be frank," our Master Yuan said in a low voice, "Only in China can you find a true miracle doctor. If you can send the patient to China, I think we should be able to find someone who can cure him!"
"Right here... park the car!"
"squeak……"
“Click!”
This time, Yuan Yan didn't wait for Xiaokang to open the door for her. She opened the door and jumped out before the car stopped.
"Damn it! I never thought of this!"
“Yes, there is a grocery store here.”
"Damn it! I never thought of this before!!"
"Yes, there is a mailbox here."
"Damn it! I never thought of this!!!"
"Ha, that's right! This stone has a different color..."
He muttered to himself and looked around to make sure he was in the right place, then nodded with satisfaction.
"Ai Si, hold it for me!"
Our Master Yuan took off his hat and coat and threw them to the female secretary who got out of the car with him. He knelt down on the dirty ground without any hesitation, regardless of the high-end custom-made dress worth hundreds of dollars that he was wearing.
Miss Moman, who was holding the clothes, couldn't help but ask, "Boss, what are you doing?"
"What should I do?" Our Master Yuan replied while rolling up his sleeves: "I want to go home!"
The puzzled female secretary asked again: "Boss, I'm sorry, you said you wanted to go home?!"
"Yes, I want to go home... Oh, I forgot!" He suddenly remembered something, stood up again, hugged the female secretary and kissed her hard.
"BOSS, you, you, you..." Miss Moman was so frightened and angry that she couldn't speak clearly.
"Ai Si, goodbye..." Yuan Hongjian knelt down again, supported himself on the curb with both hands, turned his head and smiled at her, saying, "If I'm lucky!"
Finally, the protagonist of this shabby book raised his handsome head, a strange and inexplicable smile on his face, and slammed his head against the curb with all his strength...
