Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 147: Keep Blowing
Subtitle of this chapter: Who in the world can’t get dizzy from talking?
Once the wind starts, it will never stop.
In the office of New York University in New York City, New York, Vice President Conant has just finished reading today's World News.
Looking a little tired, he threw the newspaper on the table, looked at the photo of Yuan Yanshu writing furiously on the hospital bed, pondered for a moment, and picked up the phone on the table.
"Please connect me to Ohio..."
After two or three transfers, he said into the microphone: "Hello, this is Jim. John... Oh, by the way, I haven't congratulated you on your election victory yet. Now I should call you Mr. Vice President."
"Oh, you're coming to New York soon? Then we must get together."
"Ah, do you know what I'm going to say?"
The vice president was much more serious this time, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Vice President, this is not my personal request, but the request of our New York University Board of Trustees. I think you understand."
Apart from himself, who was under the greatest pressure regarding Master Yuan's arrest?
It must be Mr. Conant and the New York University Board of Trustees behind him.
An international student at NYU, an outstanding student who just donated hundreds of thousands of dollars to his alma mater, turned out to be a suspect in the Wall Street bombing. This is such a joke.
If Neo Yuan is really a criminal, then New York University will be truly disgraced and it will definitely affect its admissions work in the next few years.
Moreover, not only the Chinese student's tutor, but also Vice President Conant will be punished. At the very least, he will be suspected of being an educator with left-wing tendencies.
In 1920, although being charged with this crime would not result in him being sent to jail like Mr. Chandler Jr., it was still very troublesome and he might even lose his teaching position.
So the vice-president really risked his reputation and asked for help from his good friend, Vice President Coolidge.
"Uh-huh, John, do you mean to ask him to write a few more...articles of that kind?"
"I understand that this is good for you Republicans. But..."
“Oh, Mr. President appreciated his article, and so did Mr. Dotterty and Mr. Hughes… Is this true?? "
"Is it inconvenient for you to put pressure on Washington now? However..."
"Okay, I'll have someone convey your words to Mr. Yuan."
"That's it, we'll talk about it when you come to New York."
“Woo…Woo!”
As the vice-president hung up the phone, a gust of wind blew into his office, swept the Le Monde and rushed out of the window.
The wind carried the newspaper higher and farther, flying over the campus of New York University, over Manhattan Island, over the Statue of Liberty, and following a flock of seagulls to the sky over the Atlantic Ocean.
The newspaper was a little tired from flying, but fortunately, just as it was about to fall into the sea, a cruise ship passed by and dropped it onto the ship, then took it across the Atlantic to South Hampton.
“Woo!”
The whistle of the ship entering the port sounded, and another gust of coal-ash-carrying wind blew, carrying the newspaper away from the cruise ship and continuing its journey.
Next, it will fly into 10 Downing Street, it will fly into the Elysee Palace, it will fly into the Munich Beer Hall, it will fly into the Kremlin, it will fly into the Saien, it will fly into the Akasaka Palace...
Of course it also flew into the castle surrounded by tulip fields.
"Your Majesty, here are today's newspapers."
"oh:."
The old man with a shiny, upturned mustache on his face, who had just gotten up and put on his morning suit, looked out the window at the flower fields that had long been harvested, and asked casually, "Any news from home?"
"Your Majesty, General Luttwitz has telegraphed that he will come to Holland to see you."
"Humph, what is he doing here? If his so-called "Ehrhardt Brigade" could overthrow that damned puppet government, I should be meeting him in Berlin now."
His Majesty was referring to the "Kapp Lüttwitz coup" that took place in April this year. This was an armed coup launched by the royalists to overthrow the Weimar Republic, and the fuse was the Treaty of Versailles.
The most intolerable part of this treaty for German soldiers was Article 106, which stipulated that Germany must disarm, its regular army must not exceed 100,000 people, and all voluntary armies must be disbanded.
General Lüttwitz was naturally unwilling to obey this order, so he led his 6,000 volunteers into Berlin. At this time, President Weimar and the Chancellor fled together.
However, the radical actions of the German right angered the German left, and the Social Democratic Party launched a general strike in Berlin to resist it, so the coup failed after only four days.
However, this unsuccessful coup still has some historical significance. It was the first time that the Germans rebelled against the Treaty of Versailles. In addition, the German right, mainly the royalists and senior generals, found that they were not as united as the left through this coup, so they found a core...
William II waved his hand… of course, his right hand, and said irritably: “No, no, no!”
As soon as the aide saw the old man's expression, he knew that his majesty's Chuunibyou was about to strike again, and he quickly said, "Your Majesty, there is an interesting thing in the United States. And Le Monde has published an article related to your majesty?"
Upon hearing this, the Chuunibyou Emperor's anger bar was filled up a little more. He turned around and said angrily: "American newspapers publish articles related to me? Do you want to hang or burn me to death?"
The American people have always been simple and honest, and they love swings and barbecues. After World War I, they took to the streets to burn many coffins made of shoe boxes and hung puppets representing William II on street lamps.
"No, no, no." The aide came forward, picked up a newspaper, and spread the article "A Few Questions About William II" in front of William II and said, "Your Majesty, please read it!"
His Majesty the Emperor put on his reading glasses and took a look...
"Your Majesty, why haven't you had lunch yet?"
"Hey, he didn't even have breakfast today."
"how so?"
“This is not…”
At this moment, William II shouted from the bedroom: "Someone come, someone come quickly."
"His Majesty?"
The former German emperor, with red eyes as if he had just cried, raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at his chief aide-de-camp, saying loudly: "You will leave for New York immediately, taking this sword of mine with you..."
"If that Chinese man dies, you will place this sword on his grave."
"If he is still alive, give him this sword and confer the title of baron ."
“But, but, Your Majesty, you are now…”
William II, who had regained some consciousness, finally remembered that he had been deposed, but he said with undiminished interest: "Then I... well, then I will let him be a vassal of a noble like me."
"I, Friedrich Wilhelm Victor Albert von Hohenzollern, knight that, that, Yuan!"
After saying this, Hohenzollern finally let go of his middle school aura.
Feeling tired, he sat down and thought for a while, then continued to instruct: "If he can survive, you can ask him to come here. I will hire him as a secretary with a large sum of money..."
