Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 117 Open Your Eyes
Subtitle of this chapter: IT IS SHOW TIME!
Bang! Someone slammed open the bedroom door.
"Neo, we won... No, you won!"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Can't you just let me sleep a little longer? Didn't I tell you not to wake me up?"
"Five hundred thousand dollars. Oh my god, a full five hundred thousand dollars!"
"Helen, I didn't realize you were such a money-grubber."
"Neo. What are you going to do with this little money?"
"Louis, of course I'm going back home."
"You're still going to study for a doctorate, aren't you going to do it anymore?"
"What's the use of a PhD? When I return to China, I have more important things to do than ten thousand PhDs combined..."
July 1921, Magic City.
"Excuse me, is this number 3, Benagli Road?"
"Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong. I'm not from the police station. I'm a comrade who just came back from the United States."
"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. You are welcome to speak politely. Just call me Hongjian."
"No, no, I'll just sit next to this clerk."
"You asked me how I knew that everyone was having a meeting here? This story is a bit long..."
“Pika Pika!”
Oh, this broken system! I can't even have a peaceful dream.
"Wake up, Neo. Wake up!"
"Yeah, I know we won. Didn't I tell you not to wake me up?"
Yuan Yan suddenly closed her eyes, muttered a few words, and pulled the quilt over her head.
"How do you know you won? Hey, it's not about that, it's about human lives!"
Hearing "human life is at stake" finally woke Yuan Yan up. He rubbed his eyes, stretched, picked up the bedside watch and saw that it was not yet seven o'clock.
“Swish!”
Someone opened the curtains, and our Master Yuan was able to see the situation in the room clearly with the help of the daylight. He was shocked. Both Mr. Baker and Miss Brown looked at him lying on the bed with serious faces, just like... just like saying goodbye to a body.
He blurted out: "You are..."
Mr. Louis Baker said in a deep voice: "Neo, we don't want to wake you up, but...someone is committing suicide outside."
Fortunately, English has a continuous tense.
"He's committing suicide?! So, that guy is not dead yet... By the way, who is so depressed?"
Miss Helen Brown said with a look of reluctance, "It was Mr. Mike Baldwin. Just now the Republicans won California, and he climbed up the bell tower."
Look, if you seek death, you will really die. I told this guy not to gamble so much, but he just wouldn't listen. However, Yuan Yanshu was "seeking money" and not killing people. Now that it was a matter of life and death, she asked nervously, "What's the situation now?"
Mr. Baker said, "He hasn't jumped yet, so we woke you up."
Oh, since it hasn’t jumped yet, it won’t jump for a while.
Yuan Yanshu was born a hundred years after the knowledge explosion, so he knows a little bit about psychology. In fact, except for severe depression, it is not easy for ordinary people to commit suicide. It requires great courage.
Besides, jumping off a building might work when you're impulsive, but it will most likely not work when you calm down.
"Oh." Master Yuan, feeling relieved, put on his clothes leisurely and asked casually, "Where is Mr. McCall? He's not going to commit suicide too..."
"I'm not that fragile!" Before he finished speaking, Mr. John McCall appeared at the door with a check in his hand.
Yuan Yan suddenly realized that she was in the wrong, so she could only laugh awkwardly: "Hahaha, I haven't woken up yet. Please don't mind it."
"Humph!" The young gentleman who lost money but didn't want to lose face walked over and said, "Mr. Yuan, I admit defeat. Here is your check, a check for $5,000."
"Neo..."
"John..."
Mr. Baker and Miss Brown spoke almost at the same time, but neither knew what to say.
It seems unreasonable to not let Neo accept the $5,000, as this is a fair bet.
It would be a bit unreasonable not to let John fulfill his promise. This is an agreement between gentlemen.
"Well, you are indeed a true gentleman." Master Yuan did not seem embarrassed at all and took the check very calmly. He even held it up to his eyes and checked the watermark on the check through the sunlight.
"Snap!" Then he bent his index finger and flicked the check hard, and the crisp bill made a crisp sound.
Master Yuan said to Miss Brown, "Helen, find Mr. McCall's contract and give it to him."
"Okay, okay." The black-haired beauty , walked to the table and easily found the shooting contract in alphabetical order.
Miss Brown handed over the contract with a complicated expression: "This is your contract. John, you..."
Mr. McCall looked pale, and said with trembling lips: "Helen, I..."
The two looked at each other and fell into silence at the same time.
“Snap!”
Yuan Yan suddenly picked up the matches and cigarettes on the bedside table, put the cigarette in his mouth, and lit the match...
"Neo, what are you doing?!"
Mr. Baker's exclamation made the two little enemies turn their heads...
The three of them saw our Master Yuan put the check written by Mr. McCall over the flame and set this valuable bill on fire!
He used the burning check to light the cigarette in his mouth and threw the almost burnt check into the ashtray.
An involuntary exclamation of surprise escaped Miss Brown and Mr. McCall.
"Ouch!"
"Mr. Yuan!"
But Yuan Yanshu seemed to have heard nothing, and he just raised his head and blew out a long stream of smoke from his lungs. He put out the cigarette, put on his pants under the quilt, jumped out of bed, put on his shirt, and finally picked up the suit hanging on the back of the sofa.
He shook the suit as if it were a piece of red cloth in the hands of a bullfighter, turned it over gracefully, and put it on himself.
While tying his tie expertly, he said to the three people as if nothing had happened just now: "LET'S GO!"
As he said this, he picked up the hat and windbreaker on the coat rack and walked out the door first. But the other three stood there blankly, not moving at all.
So our Master Yuan stuck his head into the bedroom again and shouted to his confused friends: "Aren't you coming? Don't blame me for not reminding you, keep your eyes open next time..."
“It’s showtime!”
It would be a pity to lose three audience members at this point in the play.
"this……"
The three of them woke up as if from a dream, looked at each other, and hurriedly followed.
“Snap! Snap! Snap!”
When Yuan Yan suddenly walked out of the dormitory, she saw a group of reporters gathered at the door. This time, all the four major newspapers, four tabloids, and various miscellaneous newspapers were there.
Fortunately, our Master Yuan was prepared for this time. He endured the strong discomfort and opened his eyes wide. He was also doing this to vindicate the eyes of the Seris people. But unfortunately, these photos were not used later.
"Mr. Yuan, do you have anything to say now?"
"Mr. Yuan, how are you going to use this huge sum of money?"
"Mr. Yuan, you won so much money, have you ever considered the feelings of hundreds of classmates?"
Yuan Yan suddenly stopped, turned around and snorted at the reporter, "If I lose, will these hundreds of classmates consider my feelings?"
