Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 116 Memoirs
Chapter Subtitle: The Master of Astronomy and the God of Carnival
Our Master Yuan stopped eating, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, you three, can you please stop looking at me like that? You look at me as if I'm a death row inmate having his last meal. It really affects my appetite."
He rolled his eyes at John and said, "By the way, and you, Mr. McCall. What are you doing here?"
The other person immediately responded: "I'm just watching you eat your last supper."
At this time, Miss Helen Brown said somewhat dissatisfiedly: "Mr. McCall! I am angry when you say that. I will never talk to you again!"
How many times has this young lady said this?
The black-haired beauty turned her head and said to Master Yuan: "It's disgusting, ignore him and eat more. You may not be able to eat it in the future..."
Can she speak ?
Mr. Louis Baker was more steady. He coughed and said , "Yes, Neo. You need to think about your funeral...well, your future arrangements."
"You are all worrying about nothing. I say..."
Suddenly there was a commotion outside. It turned out that the vote counting results in New York State were out.
Mr. Baker said uneasily, "Neo, why don't you go out and take a look?"
Our Master Yuan took a sip of tea and said calmly, "What difference does it make whether I see it or not?"
He suddenly stood up, nodded to the three friends at the table and said, "Everyone, I am exhausted today. I will go to rest first."
Miss Brown was surprised and asked, "How can you still sleep? This is half a million dollars!"
Yuan Yan shrugged and said, "Why don't you sleep? There's a big event tomorrow. How can you not get enough rest?"
As he said this, he turned and walked towards the bedroom, but just as he opened the door, he suddenly remembered an allusion, so he turned back.
Our Master Yuan smiled and said, "Everyone, if it's good news, don't wake me up. Wait until I wake up..."
Mr. John McCall said unhappily, "I see. I'll wake you up if there's bad news, because bad news can't be delayed at all."
"John, I didn't realize you even knew Napoleon I's famous saying." He raised his index finger and shook it, saying, "But you're wrong. If it's bad news, don't wake me up. Let me sleep peacefully for the last time in my life!"
"Good night!"
He bowed slightly to the three people, turned around and walked into the bedroom...
This scene is described in Mr. Louis Baker's memoir "Miracle in the Miracle Family":
Even after so long, I still remember that night clearly, the night known as "NYU High Gambling Night". Of course, I can't forget Neo Yuan who made this big news.
It was then that I discovered that there was always a strange light flashing in the eyes of my lifelong best friend and business partner, the expression on his face was always so nonchalant, and there was always a subtle smile at the corner of his mouth that was actually full of sarcasm.
Yes, that weird expression that often appears in his later photos.
Under the circumstances, we who were not involved were all quite nervous, but he was so calm and composed, and his appetite was surprisingly good. I watched him eat the food for five people.
I don't know why, seeing his expression, I stopped worrying about him. Because at that moment I had a sudden realization that Neo, who was betting hundreds of thousands of dollars, must know something we didn't know.
Of course, he couldn't have any inside information, and I swear not even my grandfather knew the exact margin of electoral votes.
However, for mortals like us, we naturally have no clue when faced with such a complex mystery as history. But for him, the clues are clearly there, and he can easily extract the truth of the future from the mystery of history.
Neo is like Sherlock Holmes who has already grasped the truth. To him, the reason why we Watsons cannot see the future is simply because we are too stupid.
"Stupid human!"
This is also a catchphrase he often says in private. Although he often says it as a joke, I can often hear the compassion in it.
From then on, I regarded him as the Sherlock Holmes in my life. More precisely, he was my "astrologer".
Like all astrologers, such as the famous Nostradamus, Neo never gave a clear prediction. But as long as you pay attention to his words and deeds, it is not difficult to judge some clues about the future.
I often asked him, in a subtle or not-so-subtle way, how he could predict the future, but he always refused to answer this question. Until one day, he was drunk, which was a rare occasion, and I asked him again out of curiosity, and that time he answered: pika pika.
Later, I consulted many sinologists who were proficient in Chinese and even people from all over China (it was only then that I knew there were so many dialects in China), but no one could tell me what "pika pika" meant.
In her memoir, Mother of Love, Helen Brown wrote:
Some people often say that Neo's attitude towards life is too frivolous. A genius like him could have made more contributions to all mankind, especially his compatriots.
But I understood from the night of November 2, 1920 that he was not frivolous or irresponsible, but for him, nothing mattered except death... perhaps death was not a big deal for him to worry about.
I am not defending my mentor in both literature and life, but he was Dionysus who strayed into the human world. This ancient Greek god of wine has a strange nickname: the Strange Stranger. And "Strange Stranger" is also a true portrayal of Neo's life.
Like the procession of Dionysus, he was dazzling as the sun, wearing a wreath of grape branches and ivy, holding a staff wrapped in ivy and topped with pine cones, and walked in front of the procession. And I was fortunate enough to be a little forest nymph following him.
We, the drunken followers, sang and shouted around him, ran around, or danced in a merry dance. To the sound of flutes, reeds, and cymbals, the noisy procession marched happily through the beautiful mountains, through the shady forests, and on the green and flat grasslands.
We sincerely believe that he can lead us to the other side of bliss!
As for others, even those great men who are more famous and outstanding than us, are just roadside scenery to him.
To be honest, before that moment, I still had some girlish thoughts about him, but after that moment, I felt an inexplicable inferiority complex. Maybe a woman like me is only worthy of being a fairy in the mountains who serves him... No, no woman in the world is worthy of him!
Those bitches later…
In the memoirs of attorney John McCall…
He did not leave any memoirs, but it is said that he kept a diary. However, these diaries were never made public. Another saying is that he burned all his diaries, letters and important documents before his death.
This great lawyer's behavior was a disaster for the "Yuan scholars" of later generations, because he later became Master Yuan's personal lawyer.
To be precise, John McCall set up a law firm specifically to provide legal services to Yuan Yanshu, and this law firm would eventually become a behemoth.
