The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 298 Meeting an old friend
Subtitle of this chapter: You have a fast sword, I have magical powers.
"It's you? My mother-in-law...that Ms. Vianne Rochelle!"
She is worthy of being my mother-in-law, she has such a great figure.
Our Master Yuan asked in great surprise, "Why are you here?!"
"Ms. Destiny"'s mother used her umbrella to block the two of them and said hurriedly, "Okay, don't worry about why I'm here. Did you know someone was following you?"
Yuan Yan was startled again and asked, "Someone is following me? Who is following me?"
"How should I know? But it looks like either Scotland Yard or MI5." Ms. Rochelle shrugged and said, "Now let me teach you how to get rid of them..."
Master Yuan interrupted, "Thank you, but that's not necessary. Just tell me where I can find you."
"Hmm..." Dragon Mother looked at him suspiciously and said, "Okay, remember this address..."
"Miss, your umbrella."
"Thank you so much."
Yuan Yan quickly helped the man fold his umbrella and left Prince House. He threw his suit over his shoulder, put his hands in his trouser pockets, whistled, and strolled leisurely around the small town of Saxton. Then he hailed a cab and returned to London.
However, he did not return to the Savoy Hotel, but came to a street called "Savile Row" near Westminster Abbey. Only then did he realize that there was indeed a car behind him that followed him from Saskatchewan to the city of London.
The sage, who was determined to stir up trouble, sighed inwardly. He was not a professional agent after all. Although he had suffered a loss last time, he still had no vigilance at all. If it weren't for his mother-in-law's reminder, this time, he might have made a big mistake.
So who is following me?
Our Master Yuan thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. He guessed that it was probably because of the "Southampton Persuasion Incident" and the anti-British remarks he had made before that he attracted the attention of the British.
Hey, a hundred years later, the beacon of freedom still has the "Prism Gate" to conduct large-scale surveillance of its own citizens. A hundred years ago, it was not surprising that the British Empire sent people to track a foreigner.
However, as the saying goes, misfortune often brings good fortune, this gives me a great opportunity, a great opportunity to prove my "innocence"!
The Savile Row where Yuan Yanshu is now is a holy place, a holy place for custom-made menswear.
Remember, even the top luxury brand ready-to-wear clothes are still LOW quality. Only personal customization is truly worthy of our Master Yuan’s status.
How could a high-class Chinese like him not come to Savile Row to make a few clothes?
Our Master Yuan first went to an Italian shoe store to look at the shoe samples, then measured his feet, then quickly wrote a check and gave his address...
He went into a hat shop to look at the styles, measured his head, and then quickly wrote a check and gave his address...
The two loyal civil servants from the British Empire's law enforcement agencies who were following him were envious and jealous of his behavior of treating money like money.
He finally went into a tailor's shop, took off his coat, and followed the clerk into the back room to be measured.
Of course, he never came out again. When the two detectives realized something was wrong and rushed in, they found that the old man had already left through the back door without even taking his coat.
"Davari Shelindenwan, Hera laughed! We meet again... I said, why are you still running a cafe?"
Indeed, the three of them were now in the kitchen of a small cafe, just as they had been in New York. However, this time, they were the only ones in the cafe, just the couple. So, upon seeing Master Yuan coming to visit, they simply drove the customer away and closed the shop.
"Mr. Yuan, my name is not Lindeng Wan anymore." Lindeng Wan, who was no longer called Lindeng Wan, looked at Yuan Yan suspiciously and said, "How come you speak Russian so fluently? I remember you couldn't speak it before."
Our Master Yuan smiled faintly and said, "I knew I'd have a chance to meet you again... and Ms. Rochelle. Oh, and Ms. Rochelle is definitely not Vivian Rochelle anymore. Anyway, that's why I went to learn Russian."
His mother-in-law smiled and said, "Yes, we are Mr. and Mrs. Smith now. May I ask Mr. Yuan..."
"Mrs. Smith, I know what you want to ask." Yuan Yan said calmly, "Please rest assured, your daughter is doing well now. Wait a moment, I'll let her talk to you..."
He activated his "Agent" skill, so he immediately stepped forward and hugged "Mrs. Smith," saying delicately, "Mom, it's so good to see you!"
“…”
"Mom, it's really me!"
"Who are you……"
"I'm your daughter, Ann. I'm in Munich now. I'm happy and safe."
"Wait, Ann. Why are you going to Munich?"
"Oh, Mom, I'm going to Munich to tell fortunes. Well, I'm telling fortunes right now, and I don't want to keep people waiting. So I'm going to log off now and we'll talk next time. Love you... Kiss!"
Master Yuan kissed his mother-in-law hard, then let her go with a hint of reluctance. He smiled and said, "Madam, we can find a chance for you to have a good chat with your daughter."
Speaking of which, the same thing happened to Enyuka. Why didn't she act coquettishly in front of her mother when she saw her?
Mrs. Smith nodded doubtfully and said, "Mr. Yuan, we asked you to come here to ask for a favor..."
Yuan Yanshu immediately raised her hand to interrupt, "I'm sorry, I'm very short of money right now, I'm afraid I can't be of any help to you."
He really wasn't lying. To make a big story, you have to spend a lot of money.
Let's not talk about other things, but let's talk about the Chicago typewriter. In 1921, the first civilian model of this famous stationery, the M1921, was released. The price of a bare gun was $220. Consider that a Ford Model T was only $300.
If the American gangsters hadn't made a lot of money from trafficking in illegal liquor, they wouldn't have been able to afford such expensive stationery.
Mr. Smith coughed and said, "Mr. Yuan, you misunderstood. We are not asking for money, we just hope you can ask Zhuang to come to London."
Why did Zhuang Kunlun come to London? Was he trying to replicate the Wall Street boom?
Logically, Master Yuan would be happy to see this happen, or at least wouldn't hinder others' good deeds. But now is not the time to let the agents of the Soviet General Staff's Military Intelligence Bureau cause trouble.
He refused firmly, "No! Zhuang has other things to do and can't come to London."
He still didn't lie. Although Zhuang Kunlun would not come to the UK, he still played a very important role in his plan.
Mr. Smith's face flashed with anger, but he suppressed his anger and said, "Mr. Yuan, let's forget about this matter. I know you have a very good relationship with the Japanese, and their crown prince is coming to London. So, can you provide me with the crown prince's schedule..."
"Чтозадьявол (Hell yeah)!"
Yuan Yan suddenly jumped up and asked in astonishment, "You, you, you are going to assassinate Hirohito?"
"Beep, beep, an abnormal change in the timeline has been detected . Beep, beep, an abnormal change in the timeline has been detected. Beep, beep..."
"Master Ball, stop making too much noise. Turn off the alarm first. I'm asking you why this historical event never happened in my timeline?"
"Host, this system doesn't know. But if I were to guess, it's very likely because you gave them some money!"
"The money I gave?!"
Our Master Yuan's brain worked rapidly, and he sorted out the matter in a flash.
Lindenwan or Mr. Smith must be an agent sent by Trotsky. His purpose was to relieve the strategic pressure on , so he created a BOOOOM on Wall Street.
If they had not been involved, they would probably have settled in New York and been a hidden pawn. Finally, because of Trotsky's resignation, they disappeared in the tide of history.
With my involvement, they could no longer stay in New York, so they fled to London. Furthermore, I gave them some money, so they decided to create a big story to undermine the relationship between Britain and Japan.
Imagine if the Japanese Crown Prince had died in London, the Anglo-Japanese Alliance would have been over, and the two powers might have immediately turned against each other. Wouldn't the "White Alliance" surrounding the Soviet Union have collapsed without a fight?
Of course, this is the ideal situation. However, Hirohito's death would at least not harm the Soviet Union. They could simply throw the blame on others, such as the Irish Republican Army.
Don't underestimate the few thousand dollars he gave them. Back then, the Soviet Union was broke, and these agents sent abroad really didn't have much money to operate. This money was enough for them to make a big news story.
"Host, stop them, or you will be wiped out too."
"Master Ball, I understand!"
"Hahaha..." Mr. Smith sneered, raised the civilized stick in his hand and said, "Dear Mr. Yuan, whether your guess is right or not, you must help me with this."
"Dear Davarishe, what if I say no?" Yuan Yan suddenly reached into her trouser pocket and grasped a small iron box inside.
The Soviet agent's smile faded, and he said sinisterly, "If Mr. Yuan doesn't want to, then..."
"Clang!"
He drew his sword, stepped forward, and was about to subdue Yuan Yanshu like he did last time.
However, this time was different from the last time, his sword missed!
Our Master Yuan is no longer a mediocre person. Not only has he "learned" Russian, he has also become a worm vein sorcerer.
Now he had 13 points of agility, which was enough for him to easily dodge the sword. He also had time to take out the iron box and swallow the poor insect inside in one gulp.
“Huha!”
The insect vein sorcerer lowered his waist and hips, bent his legs, stretched his hands forward, bent his wrists downward, and hooked his five fingers, instantly assuming the posture of a mantis fist.
Mr. Smith was slightly surprised when his first sword strike failed, but he was not panicked nor was he moved by Yuan Yan's strange posture... Of course, he didn't know what Mantis Fist was, so he attacked with the second sword without hesitation.
“Swoosh!”
Master Yuan, who transformed into a mantis, moved at a speed that was no different from that of a real mantis. He easily dodged the second sword, knocked Mr. Smith to the ground with a single hand strike, and kicked him hard on the head, causing the swordsman to faint.
"Don't move!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, the Mother of Dragons took out a small pistol from somewhere.
"I'm moving!"
But before she could point the gun at Yuan Yanshu, she was easily knocked unconscious by her own cheap son-in-law.
"Beep, beep, beep. Congratulations to the host for upgrading to become a Level 1 Insect Pulse Warlock."
“Hahahaha…” Master Yuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud as he looked at the man and woman lying on the ground, “I’ve leveled up… Hahahaha… Haha SHIT!”
He laughed a few times before he remembered a question: how should he deal with the aftermath?
Killed?
He really couldn't bring himself to do it, especially since one of them was his mother-in-law.
Let go?
These two are real time bombs. What should I do if they ruin my business?
After much thought, the only option was to lock him up temporarily. So where could he be locked up?
It is said that in order to avoid suspicion, this sage had not visited the local Hongmen branch in London for the past few days, and had entrusted everything to his driver.
But Xiaokang went to Southampton to pick someone up, and he couldn't even find anyone to help him.
He walked around the kitchen several times with his hands behind his back and finally made up his mind.
Yuan Yan quickly found two ropes, tied them up tightly, and then found two rags and stuffed them in their mouths.
Then he walked to the coffee shop phone:
"Switchboard, put me through to Dullahan Moving Company."
Dullahan is the most famous figure in Irish mythology - the Headless Horseman.
“Beep, beep…”
"Hello, this is Dullahan Moving Company. How can we help you?"
Master Yuan deliberately changed his voice and said, "I am a friend of Mr. Collins."
"Excuse me, sir. Which Mr. Collins do you mean?"
"Yes, sir. Mr. Collins, who is now in London."
"Yeah, I see. So why did you come to us?"
"I'm looking to move two pieces of furniture and store them in your warehouse for a few days."
"Well, sir, is it willow or mahogany?"
"Well... I don't understand, but he's still breathing. Write down the address, and come over quickly. Oh, right, go through the back door..."
“Tap, tap, tap.”
A burly man in a peaked cap stood outside the back door of the coffee shop and asked fiercely, "Are you Mr. Collins' friend?"
With a pillowcase covering her head and only her eyes showing, Yuan Yan suddenly said in a muffled voice, "It's me. Please come in..."
"Wait a moment." The big man raised his hand and asked the hiding guy seriously, "Please tell me Mr. Collins's full name."
"Michael Collins."
In 2012, the National Army Museum of the United Kingdom organized an online selection for the "Greatest Enemy Commander". The result was that Fallen Cherry Axe ranked first, and Michael Collins ranked second.
Because he is the future founding father of the Republic of Ireland. However, unlike the Falling Cherry Blossom Axe, his title of "founding father" is more practical.
Firstly, he was one of the true founders of the Irish Volunteers (the forerunner of the IRA).
Collins led the Sinn Fein uprising in 1916, known as the Easter Rising because it took place on Easter Sunday.
After the uprising failed, he was sentenced to prison by the British, which made him even more famous and became a symbol of the Irish independence movement. So, politicians who climbed up from the bottom had to spend time in prison.
Secondly, he is highly capable and holds multiple positions.
At this time he was chairman of the IRB (Irish Republican Brotherhood), head of IRA intelligence, and Minister of Finance of the Republic of Ireland. He was also a member of the Anglo-Irish peace delegation.
The peace talks between Britain and Ireland were taking place in London, so Yuan Yanshu said he was in London.
As the Minister of Finance of the Republic of Ireland, he raised a lot of money, a considerable part of which came from the Irish in the United States. Kennedy Sr. was not only a donor, but also a part of these funds.
Even Lenin heard of Collins's fundraising prowess, and he sent a representative to Dublin to secure a loan from the Irish Republic, pledging the Russian crown jewels.
In the end, Collins will not die of old age like Fallen Cherry Axe, but will be killed by radical IRA members next year.
So from this perspective, he is more like a tragic hero.
Master Yuan asked impatiently, "Can you come in now?"
"Okay, sir." The man in the baseball cap nodded and waved his hand to call over a bearded companion.
Yuan Yan led them inside and pointed at the two people who were still unconscious and said, "Look, these are the two pieces of furniture."
The bearded man whistled frivolously and said, "Shh! This piece of furniture is quite beautiful."
Our Master Yuan immediately raised his voice and warned, "Hey, please show some respect. This is my mother-in-law!"
"Mother-in-law?!"
The man in the baseball cap and the man with the beard looked at each other, gave a thumbs-up and said, "Good job, brother. We've been wanting to do this for a long time!"
"Ah, so you guys want to do it too..."
Yuan Yan suddenly changed her mind. She absolutely could not hand her mother-in-law over to these two perverts.
"Yeah, man. We've all had enough of our mothers-in-law's nagging."
"That's right, brother. We should learn from you!"
