Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 115: Five Hundred Thousand
Subtitle of this chapter: No way to heaven, no door to earth
As the saying goes, God is watching what you do. The evil you have done will eventually come back to haunt you.
Our Master Yuan has not yet realized the truth of this wise saying. He only knows that this gamble is almost over.
“Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!”
The 7 o'clock bell rang throughout the small NYU campus, making the last dozen or so students who did not get a turn feel devastated.
But Yuan Yanshu is such a kind person. He can't stand seeing others unhappy.
He stood up and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, alright, I'll accept your bet!"
His act of generosity brought the stakes to exactly $500,000!
Of course, our Master Yuan has also been warmly welcomed by people.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Yuan!"
"That's great, woooooo..."
"Long live Mr. Yuan! Long live! Long, long live!!"
Look at the American people cheering for me, but I wonder what they will shout when they know they lose...
Wait, will I be beaten to death then? !
Oh, it's not impossible. I've screwed myself... Well, I've accepted bets from hundreds of people, and the amount is so large. If someone gets impulsive, I'll be in trouble. And don't we Seres have an idiom? What's the saying?
That’s right! It’s called “the law does not punish the masses” and something else…
"Pika Pika."
"Master Ball, don't interrupt my train of thought!"
Anyway, I have to pay attention to my own safety. I should go home quickly now and bring the new servant and bodyguard with me tomorrow , after all, they are trained.
"What, you want to go home?!"
Everyone present stared at Yuan Yan in astonishment and said in unison.
Our Master Yuan asked in confusion: "Yes, where else can I go if I don't go home?"
Louis Baker coughed and pointed outside, saying, "Neo, go outside and take a look yourself."
Yuan Yan suddenly walked to the door of the classroom and looked outside... Oh my god, is there a bonfire party?
There were more than a dozen bonfires on the NYU campus, and at least five or six hundred people gathered around them. The night in New York in November was already very cold, and these people not only used the fire to keep warm, but also passed around the metal flat bottles that Master Yuan was very familiar with.
If the Prohibition Commissioners rushed into the NYU campus at this moment, they would arrest hundreds of criminals who violated the Prohibition law.
Of course, no one would have thought that such a bonfire party would become a regular program at NYU every four years.
"This is..." Yuan Yan, who hadn't figured out the situation yet, looked at the "friends" around her.
Mr. John McCall sneered and said, "Mr. Yuan, you don't understand. They have to wait for the telegram all night."
I see. These guys are too impatient, so they just stay here and wait for the vote counting results from various states in the United States.
He looked at Master Yuan again and said, "And you...how could anyone possibly let you leave NYU?"
“Hahahaha…” To everyone’s surprise, Yuan Yan suddenly burst into laughter upon hearing this, and tears came out of her eyes. “This is really funny, hahahaha…”
“Gurgle…”
Just when he was so overjoyed that people thought he was indeed a little mentally abnormal, a thunderous sound was heard in his stomach.
Because of the big news that Master Yuan created himself, he hasn't even had lunch yet. He is now carrying the Master Ball, a big energy consumer, so naturally he is hungry.
Yuan Yan suddenly took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes and said, "Okay, okay, I won't go back. But I'm hungry..."
His three friends looked at each other, and finally the good old Mr. Baker spoke first: "Well, we are all a little hungry, so should I order takeout..."
Our Master Yuan waved his hands and said, "No, no, no, I'll call this time! But..."
He looked around and said, "We don't necessarily have to eat in the classroom."
Louis Baker hesitated for a moment and said, "Then let's go to my dormitory."
As soon as Yuan Yanshu and his group walked out of the classroom, they immediately caused a commotion. He looked at the crowd that was crowding over and had no choice but to stand on the bench again.
"Ladies and gentlemen. Don't worry, I'm not leaving!"
"I'm just going to the dorm to rest."
"You guys should eat something too, don't starve."
Yes, what if a lot of people faint tomorrow?
After much persuasion, he finally calmed the crowd down and they safely arrived at the dormitory area on the other side of the campus.
Honest Chinese gentleman naturally ordered Chinese food from Chinatown. After making such a big news today, it is not appropriate to eat steak. Naturally, I have to treat myself with Dragon Tiger Fight.
But he didn't expect that there was an acquaintance among the delivery guy this time.
"Oh, Fifth Brother, you came here in person! How can I take on this responsibility?"
Hongqi Laowu, who was dressed as a waiter, looked at him worriedly and said, "Brother Hongjian, I have also read the news. What are you doing..."
He looked at the white guys, walked a few steps closer and lowered his voice and said, "I wanted to help you, but with the situation outside, I'm afraid I can't help you..."
"Run away?! Why would I run away? Got it..." Yuan Yan suddenly laughed again and said, "Hahaha, I won't run away, it's really not my turn to run away."
Li Jie looked at the senior intellectual he wanted to win over and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This sage from Baisui Mountain looked quite smart, active, and capable, but it turned out that his brain was really a little abnormal.
Master Yuan finally stopped laughing, patted the other person on the shoulder and said, "Fifth Brother, I appreciate your kindness. But... you should read the newspaper tomorrow."
He suddenly remembered something and continued, "I will come to thank you in a few days. By the way, I have something else I want to discuss with you."
"What..." Hongqi Laowu said half a sentence and swallowed it back, "Well, then I wish you good luck."
"No one can stop my luck!" Yuan Yan nodded suddenly, pretending to take out her wallet, and asked politely, "By the way, how much is this meal?"
As expected, Li Jie waved his hand and said, "Don't mention the money. Just think of it as a gift to your brother... Well, let's celebrate in advance."
This guy still has no confidence in himself. It doesn’t matter, just wait until tomorrow.
Master Yuan used "three and a half sticks of incense" to pay his respects and said, "It is better to obey than to be respectful. I will not be polite."
"Well, I'll take my leave now, old brother."
"Fifth brother, take care...don't forget to read tomorrow's morning paper!"
After seeing off the steward of New York An Liang Tang, he looked back at the table of Cantonese dishes, and sat down with his buttocks, picked up his chopsticks, picked up the boiled chicken drumstick and put it into his mouth...
By the way, I can ritualize Chinese food.
Forget it, let’s do it next time. I’m almost starving to death!
