The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 311: 723 (1)
Subtitle of this chapter: Good luck, let’s eat chicken tonight.
July 20, 1921, 10 o'clock in the evening.
"Operation Tai Sui" was launched.
Thursday, July 21, 1921.
It's a pretty busy Thursday for you zodiac signs.
They need to familiarize themselves with weapons, place BOOOOMERs, scout locations beforehand, and simulate actions...
And for Comrade Tai Sui, this is also a "busy" day.
In the morning, he went to Chinatown in the city center to have breakfast with Wen Caihua, and asked the miracle doctor to set off for Paris immediately and be on standby.
In the afternoon, he accompanied Mansfield to hold another cultural salon, during which he had a pleasant conversation with another science fiction writer, Herbert George Wells. Mr. Wells called him "the most science fiction writer in history."
This meeting is very famous in the history of science fiction. It symbolizes that "Grey Knight" has received the approval of the older generation of science fiction writers.
In the evening, a tailor from Savile Row came to make the final sample for him, and his custom-made shoes and hats also arrived.
Friday, July 22, 1921.
The Chinese Zodiac continues to be busy.
The same is true for Comrade Tai Sui.
In the morning, he packed all his luggage and checked it in to the Netherlands.
In the afternoon, he and his female disciple went to a tailor shop in Chinatown and got the "evening dress." They also went to a jewelry store to pick up jewelry to match the evening dress.
In the evening, he had a big meal with his writer lover and gave Mansfield a diamond necklace he had just bought. The writer was very happy, and the two of them spent another busy evening.
Saturday, July 23, 1921.
It is 7:00 Greenwich Mean Time, and Serbia in the 8:00 Eastern Time Zone has just entered this historic day.
"Katherine, wake up."
"Ah, you were so mean yesterday, so I'm so tired. Let me sleep a little longer...ah, no, don't touch there!"
"Catherine, are you awake? I have something to tell you."
Manshufeier, who was finally forcibly awakened, opened her eyes and saw that her Chinese lover's hands were not serious, but his face was very serious.
She couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Niao, what are you doing..."
Yuan Yan suddenly interrupted, "Catherine, I want to give you a gift."
"Niao, didn't you give a gift yesterday?"
"Katherine, this gift is different. Look, I know you have tuberculosis. You know I recovered from terminal tuberculosis, so I have a way to cure your tuberculosis."
"Really?" Manshufeier was naturally surprised and happy to hear this.
"Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you?" Master Yuan touched her cheek and said, "But you have to listen to me to recover."
He took out an envelope and instructed, "Inside is a boat ticket to France and the address of a sanatorium. I will send someone there to cure you."
"France?"
In fact, the writer died of tuberculosis in 1923 at the age of 35. Her last stay was the Institution for the Harmony of Human Development in Fontainebleau, where more than 40 White Russian aristocrats and cultural figures who had fled from the Soviet Union to France lived, so the place was full of Russian flavor.
For this female writer who looked more like a Russian than a New Zealander, dying in such a place was a fitting end.
However, Master Yuan didn't want the "Queen of Bohemia," with whom he had a brief romance, to die so soon. Furthermore, the S value generated by changing such a historical figure, who was not particularly important, was negligible.
Manshufeier took the envelope, opened it, and exclaimed in surprise, "Why is it a ticket for today? Oh my god, are you mistaken? How can I make it in time today?"
Yuan Yanshu nodded without wavering, "Yes, today. So you must set off immediately."
After all, the old man was still kind to women, and this was to avoid the British causing trouble for Mansfield because of "Operation Tai Sui".
"But……"
Master Yuan interrupted her firmly, "Catherine, no buts. If you do as I say, I can cure your tuberculosis."
"Okay then. I'll listen to you."
13:00 GMT.
"Emma, Louis. Did you remember?"
"Your Excellency the Priestess" and "Your Majesty the Divine Emperor" nodded vigorously and said in unison, "Remember."
"Very good! Just follow my instructions and nothing will happen... Well, even if something does happen, it won't be your fault."
Yuan Yan suddenly gave them a reassuring smile and pointed to the plate in front of them, saying, "Eat now. Steak won't taste good if it gets cold."
"Um."
After all, they were still young and naive, and they were involved in such a serious matter. The two of them ate a few bites and left.
Only the boss and his female secretary were left in the room.
"Ai Si. You should eat quickly too. After that, it's time for you to leave for Holland."
Master Yuan saw that Miss Moman did not touch her lunch, but stared at him blankly.
He could only sigh and coax her, "Ai Si, don't be like this. It's not like we won't see each other again, we'll just be apart for a few days..."
"You're lying!" the secretary retorted loudly, "You were clearly going to do something very dangerous. Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked everyone to leave."
Well, although she wasn't Yuan Yanshu's bedmate yet, she was still considered close to him. After all, this female secretary had been with the boss for a long time, so she could definitely see some clues.
Miss Moman said angrily: "You always treat me like a child, never tell me the truth, and never let me participate in your affairs. You always treat me as an outsider..."
Seeing that she was about to cry, Yuan Yan said : "Okay, okay."
He put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with his napkin, and snapped his fingers.
"clatter!"
He handed the tarot cards he had conjured to Miss Moman: "This is for you..."
"Seven of Wands, this card represents good luck and happiness, and this is my wish for you. However, this card also has another meaning, which is to be wary of a certain person of the opposite sex around you."
"Now you're a member of the SCP Foundation too!"
The female secretary wiped her eyes, took the tarot card and said, "Thank you, Boss!"
Then she stood up, walked to the window, and drew the curtains...
"Ai Si, what are you doing?!" Yuan Yan suddenly thought to herself, "Great... that's not good."
Miss Moman's face flushed red, she bit her lower lip with her teeth and murmured, "Boss, I want..."
Master Yuan thought to himself, I want it too.
But this trip is really dangerous.
The danger lies in that if one of the key historical figures is killed, he will explode on the spot.
If that’s the case, why harm this girl who’s not even 18 years old?
“STOP!”
He gritted his teeth and yelled "Cut!", then said with a fierce face, "Ai Si, who do you take me for? I'm the type who would just have sex with a woman casually..."
"I'm not a casual person anyway."
"Ms. Ethel Morman, please don't insult the purity of our employment relationship!"
The female secretary's face suddenly lost all color, and she lowered her head and rushed out.
"Hey, don't forget your cards!"
"Oh..." Hearing his call, the person really came back obediently, picked up the card and threw it in his face angrily.
"Go to hell!"
"Bang!" Miss Athol Merman slammed the door and left.
This was the first time that Mr. Fool encountered a recruitment failure, but he was not angry.
He picked up the Seven of Wands, a strange smile appeared on his face, and then he shook his hand and the card disappeared.
However, Miss Moman's expression will definitely be very interesting when she unhooks her bra tonight.
18:30 GMT.
"This guy is so handsome!"
Yuan Yan, who only had a bath towel wrapped around her waist, suddenly raised her hand to wipe away the mist on the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror carefully .
In fact, according to him, his appearance is almost the same as before, except for some changes in details, and these details make his appearance, which originally scored around 80 points, now score 95 points.
Coupled with his unique "cool, handsome and domineering" temperament of a time traveler, it is really easy to impress the opposite sex... and some of the same sex.
Another benefit of time travel was that he didn't have King of Glory to play, so his entertainment consisted of riding foreign horses, big horses, and big foreign horses, plus playing with small white balls (golf), small yellow balls (tennis), and colorful balls (snooker). As a result, he actually developed a distinct fish-man line and six-pack abs.
Yes, he is so handsome, so famous, and so rich.
Even if he doesn't copy a single book now and lives for seventy or eighty years with his 16-point physique, when the "Republic of China style" comes back at the end of the 20th century, he will be a genuine "master among masters".
The most important thing is that this big news is neither a ghost task that breaks the system nor a historical event on the original timeline, so he can completely avoid it.
If you want to make big news, the risks are naturally great.
If there is a problem in any link, he will be imprisoned even if he survives.
If he was lucky, as a public figure, he might have received sympathy from the outside world and spent decades in a mental hospital like Ezra Pound.
Yes, why make such big news?
Yuan Yanshu still has time to stop everything now, right now, at this moment.
He immediately went to Southeast Asia to marry a beautiful wife.
He then returned to Shanghai to become a professor.
He then went to the imperial capital to show off.
He can be the " honest friend , the "adviser" of the school principal, the "mentor" of the Serbian intellectuals, the "idol" of 400 million compatriots, and the "united front object" of the group of people who are now in the meeting.
But, but, but, but, but, but…
Our Master Yuan is unwilling to give up after all.
Do I have to be like a certain time traveler who, knowing that he cannot commit the taboo of 404, goes out of his way to become a literary giant, a master, and have a harem?
Boss! No! Don’t!
Yuan Hongjian smiled at the handsome man in the mirror and said, "Great-great-uncle, may your spirit rest in peace in heaven...if you have one."
"Please bless me with good luck, and I'll take you to eat chicken tonight!"
