Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 103 250
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"I won't answer!"
As soon as our Master Yuan said this, everyone was shocked.
"Are you kidding me? What is this chinaman thinking?"
"Chinks are chinks. Don't expect too much from these yellow monkeys."
"I used to admire this guy, but I didn't expect him to be such a coward."
This time even Louis Baker couldn't stand it anymore. He leaned close to his Chinese classmate and whispered, "Neo. If you really can't bear to part with... that lady, just bet $5,000 with John. At worst, I can lend it to you first."
Yuan Yan suddenly stood up and glanced at Mr. Baker, and nodded inwardly. This guy was indeed worth making friends with, but he didn't need help in such a small situation.
NYU is the only university in the United States located in the prime location of Manhattan, so the campus is not very large. Thousands of students naturally gather in the small campus after class.
So at this time, more and more students gathered around them, asking each other what was going on. Of course, after knowing the whole story, they all naturally despised this Chinaman.
"Hahaha..." John McCall suddenly sneered. He also straightened his clothes and said calmly: "In that case, I have nothing to say. Goodbye, Mr. Yuan, and I wish you good luck."
He turned around and walked to the front of the crowd, spreading his hands and smiling helplessly at everyone. The white-skinned Japanese soldiers present actually applauded and cheered for him.
"Good job, John."
"Mr. McCall, I support you!"
"Yeah, kick that Chinese guy out of NYU!"
"Chinese get out!"
"Chinese get out!!"
"Chinese get out!!!"
Well, this atmosphere is about right. If we keep waiting like this, these guys might just rush over.
Our Master Yuan saw that the fire was almost ready. If he waited any longer, it might burn. So he jumped onto a bench, took a deep breath, and suddenly shouted loudly, "Wait!"
"Why are you so slow? Has he changed his mind?"
"Wouldn't it be more embarrassing to change my mind at this time?"
"Yes, yes, it has come to this. If he persists, I will still respect him as a good... um, chinaman."
Mr. John McCall naturally heard the shout. He slowly turned around and asked in a rather arrogant tone, "Mr. Yuan, what do you want to say?"
"What else can he say? He can only accept the bet."
"That's right, if he doesn't accept it, he won't be able to stay in NYU anymore."
"Hey, if he accepts it, he can be a human being? You are too kind."
Seeing the chaos in the field again, Yuan Yan took a deep breath again and shouted: "Shut up..."
"listen to me!"
This time everyone really quieted down, curious to hear what this Chinaman had to say.
"Switch to nerd mode!"
Our Master Yuan once again imitated the mustache and used sharp eyes to look at the dozens of people in front of him. When everyone was getting impatient, he slowly said, "I don't accept this bet because I am a Chinese gentleman!"
Before anyone could react gradually raised his voice and said, "An honest Chinese gentleman!!"
"And I, an honest Chinese gentleman, feel that this bet..."
"IT'S UNFAIR!"
After Yuan Yanshu finished speaking, everyone started laughing again.
"It's not fair. What's not fair about it?"
"Isn't this fair? A difference of 150 votes means that the winning party needs to get nearly two-thirds of the votes, 341 votes."
"Hey, what's the winning side? It must be the Republicans who won by so much. I thought they could win 200 votes."
"Doesn't this chinaman usually read newspapers?"
"Hahaha..." John McCall also laughed when he heard this. He took out a handkerchief, wiped the corners of his eyes and asked, "Then Mr. Yuan, what do you think is fair?"
"Yeah, yeah, if it's only a hundred votes, what's the point of betting?"
"John, forget it. Forget about this chinaman. I'll bet with you."
"Yes, yes, really, don't pay attention to him, let's continue the gambling game."
Our Master Yuan shook his head and shouted again: "Shut the fuck up!"
"Hush, listen to what this chinaman has to say."
"Well, I'm a little curious too."
"Hey, you guys are really something...yellow monkey, if you have something to say, just say it!"
The "yellow monkey" looked at the man who spoke coldly, with a scornful smile on his face. He gave the guy a middle finger, then turned around and said, "Mr. McCall, I think the unfairness is unfair to you."
"And it's so! Unfair!"
"I think Republican Warren Harding will win far more than 150 electoral votes this time!"
"So, as an honest Chinese gentleman, I'll bet like this..."
"Listen, I'm betting two hundred on the Republicans to win this time...Okay, that's still a little unfair!"
He suddenly counted on his fingers and said, "Mr. John McCaul, listen carefully. I bet the Republican Party can win TWO HUNDRED electoral votes this time..."
Wait, what if this butterfly of mine really triggers the butterfly effect? I should not be too confident in my words and should give it a little discount.
"TWO HUNDRED FIFTY! You and the others heard it right. That's two, hundred, five, ten!"
The number "250" was really like the first thunder in spring, which stunned everyone present, except our Master Yuan of course.
You have to know that there are only 531 electoral votes in the United States at this time. If the Republican Party wants to win 250 votes, then it must get 391 of them!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."
"What are you wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah?"
"I really didn't expect that Neo Yuan, a Chinese gentleman, would be so, so, so..."
"How stupid! He is so stupid. Even if he made such a prediction, he shouldn't have said it out loud."
"No, no, no, this is not stupidity but chivalry! Wow, a Chinese person has chivalry... I'm really not dreaming? Ouch! Why did you hit me?"
"Help you confirm whether you are dreaming or not."
"Wow, thank you...shit!"
