Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 105: Getting Big
Subtitle of this chapter: You guys jumped into this pit yourself, what the hell is it to me?
"Do you want to bet?!"
When everyone present heard this question, there was only one answer in their mind: if you don’t gamble... you’d be an idiot!
It’s a free gift, and 5,000 US dollars for free. Where can I find such a good thing?
A Ford Model T is only $300 now, and you can buy thirteen of them for $5,000. The thirteen cars can be arranged in an S shape or a B shape...
John McCall, who was a little confused, stammered, "I, I, I..."
He was also wondering, he could have safely pocketed the $5,000 by simply saying "yes". Why couldn't the Chinese say "no" to this Chinaman?
"Don't agree to it!"
At this moment, a woman's voice was heard outside the crowd. This woman was naturally Miss Helen Brown. She pushed through the crowd aggressively, came to her pursuer, and said with a straight face: "Mr. McCall, how can you take advantage of Mr. Yuan so much?!"
"If you agree, then you'll disappoint me so much, and I'll... I'll never talk to you again!"
Before she said this, John McCall was still a little hesitant. After hearing this, his expression darkened, and then revealed a hint of ferocity.
Without saying a word, he pushed Miss Brown away, raised his head and shouted to the high and mighty Master Yuan: "I bet!"
This guy really is the one who "all troubles come from talking too much, and all worries come from being too anxious".
Yuan Yan nodded suddenly and said in a deep voice: "Then our bet is established..."
At this moment, someone shouted in a very sharp voice: "Mr. Yuan, you accepted Mr. McCall's bet, so will you accept mine?"
When everyone heard the voice, they saw that the person who spoke was actually the Jewish Professor Klein.
He rushed over with a look of dissatisfaction on his face, and said in a soprano voice, "Two hundred and fifty votes, right? Mr. Yuan, I want to bet with you!"
"The bet is..." But he was a Jew after all, and he was very rational about money, so he hesitated for a moment before saying carefully: "The bet is $2,500."
Louis Baker stepped forward, tugged at Yuan Yanshu's sleeve, and shook his head at him. Our Master Yuan smiled at his friend, but when he turned around, he already had a difficult expression on his face.
In 1920, only a very small number of professional actors had the skill to change expressions so quickly.
He tilted his head, frowned, bit his lip and thought for a long time, and finally he exhaled and said: "Well, since the professor is so interested, the student will accompany him!"
“Wow…”
Everyone was in an uproar again, but this time some smart people were moved...
Mike's face, which was covered with freckles, was flushed with excitement, and even his freckles could not be seen. He raised his hand high and said, "Neonio, do you want to accept my bet? Same terms, 100, um, 500 US dollars!"
Yuan Yanshu's expression became even uglier this time, but she still nodded reluctantly and said, "500 US dollars, right? I'll take it!"
The little guy rolled his eyes and immediately changed his words: "Nio, you heard it wrong, it's 1,000 US dollars..."
With these two taking the lead, all the NYU students woke up. They spoke almost at the same time and turned the solemn campus into a noisy vegetable market.
"What do you mean by 1,000 dollars, Mr. Yuan? I bet 2,000."
"Neo, 500 too."
"DAMN IT, I bet 10,000!"
…
Yuan Yan suddenly looked at the chaotic scene and felt happy in her heart. I was the one who dug this pit, but I didn't beg everyone to fall into it, so it's really not my fault .
But this scene is too chaotic. If they want to fall into the pit, they have to fall one after another. How can they rush in?
He once again used his boyhood skills... well, the dramatic singing skills he had practiced when he was a boy, exhaled and said loudly: "SILENCE!"
“Wow wow wow…”
As expected of a man who had practiced boy's kung fu, his voice was so loud that even the crows on the roof were scared and flew away screaming, and everyone present was shocked into shutting up.
Our Master Yuan looked at the faces full of desire and greed at his feet with great confidence, thinking to himself, if I don't speak first in spring, no insect will dare to make a sound. This feeling is really too...
" Pika Pika ."
Yuan Yan, who didn't know how many times her interest had been disturbed by the broken system, sighed in her heart and said, "Do you all want to bet with me?"
Everyone said in unison: "YES!"
YES...I'm still choking, you'll cry someday!
"Well, I accept all of it..." He saw that the people below were about to make a commotion again, so he raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Quality! Everyone, pay attention to your quality!"
Our Master Yuan continued with great sorrow: "You are all elite intellectuals of our great America. Don't make our sacred temple of knowledge, NYU, look like a vulgar country cockfighting arena. Didn't your parents teach you to line up?"
He pointed to the classroom door and said, "Anyone who wants to bet with me should line up there!"
As soon as Yuan Yan said this, there was a "whoosh" and dozens of people rushed to the gate. Even the female classmates who accompanied Helen Brown rushed up with their skirts lifted up.
These guys were probably worried that if they were in the back, they would miss out on this big pie that fell from the sky by the time the silly Chinese man came to his senses. So they scrambled for it and created quite a mess at the classroom door.
The instigator of the chaos was upset when he saw this situation, and shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, please slow down your pace and wait for your manners!"
Inspired by Neo Yuan's righteous call, several qualified Americans appeared in the team and consciously maintained order.
"Don't cut in line. Go to the back."
"Lady first, do you know what it means? This seat belongs to this lady! Beautiful lady, can you tell me which department you are from?"
"You just said lady first, this position belongs to me!"
"Look at that face of his. People like you... go to the back of the queue!"
