Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 154 Endorsement Fee
Subtitle of this chapter: Who cares whether it works or not? What we show them is an advertisement!
"You actually want to see a Chinese doctor?!"
As soon as Mr. McCall said this, the old Western doctor next to him changed his expression.
The attending doctor took the note written by Yuan Yanshu, took a look at it and roared angrily: "No, I absolutely will not allow it!"
"You yellow people are absolutely not allowed to practice witchcraft that blasphemes God in a prestigious Presbyterian hospital..."
Our Master Yuan was very dissatisfied in his heart. Is Chinese medicine witchcraft? Big brother, don't laugh at the second brother!
A few decades earlier, you so-called doctors were only bleeding patients, amputating limbs, and prescribing opium and flour. You are not even as good as our Chinese medicine.
Mr. Lu Xun did say that "Chinese medicine practitioners are all intentional or unintentional liars", but in history, you Western medicine practitioners are simply butchers who kill people without paying for their lives.
Of course, Chinese medicine was indeed backward in 1920, but didn’t I travel through time and space?
"Remind the host that medical books are not yet available."
"Master Ball, why would I plagiarize a medical book?"
"Host, don't you want to revitalize traditional Chinese medicine?"
"Master Ball, you don't understand. Revitalizing traditional Chinese medicine has nothing to do with medicine."
Now that he has come through, of course he must promote Seris medicine.
As for whether Seris medicine is effective... Hey, isn't it just to fool those foreigners and make them think that our Seris civilization is so high-end and classy? Why bother looking at the effectiveness?
Our Master Yuan doesn’t care at all whether Chinese medicine cures more people or kills more people.
Besides, the American people have consumed so much Sudan red and nitrite, so what is the point of taking some Chinese medicine? Besides, Liuwei Dihuang Pills, Wuji Baifeng Pills, Niuhuang Jiedu Pills... they won't kill anyone.
The old western doctor said solemnly, "Mr. Yuan, I know someone has called for you. But if you insist on going to find your Chinese herbal wizard, I'm sorry I can't keep you here any longer!"
Yuan Yan suddenly thought, this won't do. Apart from New York Presbyterian Hospital, what other hospital can match my status? I can't necessarily go to the First People's Hospital of New York City.
He pondered for a moment and wrote a few more words on the paper.
After reading the note, Mr. McCall coughed and said, "Okay, Mr. Yuan means to drink some medicinal wine. I don't think you, doctor, would object to this, right?"
"Medicinal wine?" The old western doctor curled his lips and said, "In that case, I won't say much. But..."
"But our hospital needs your client to issue a statement. He must bear all the consequences of his choice! And we will announce it to the outside world."
"This..." John certainly didn't want to agree, but when he saw Yuan Yan nodding her head rapidly, he could only sigh and say , "Okay..."
"Please take care of yourself!"
The doctor snorted coldly and turned away, leaving only the somewhat bewildered lawyer and Master Yuan lying on the bed with a wise look on his face in the ward.
"Okay, Mr. McCall, I really don't understand what you're saying." Red Flag Laowu said in confusion: "It doesn't matter if Yuan Er wants to drink Acanthopanax elata, since they're all dying anyway... well, he can drink as much as he wants. But he also wants to charge the pharmacy for that thing..."
John, who came to Chinatown's "An Liang Building" to look for Li Jie for the second time, shrugged and said, "Mr. Li, that's called endorsement fee!"
Today is November 9, 1920, two days after those revelations were published.
Now public opinion has begun to lean towards Yuan Yanshu.
Although the New York Times, the Wall Street Journal and the Washington Post have not published any editorials so far, their reports have also favored the Chinese student who is seriously ill in bed, and they have also published several articles by cultural celebrities questioning the BOI and NYPD's handling of the case.
As for the articles supporting the Democratic government...who would come out to support the Democratic Party now? Do they still want to survive?
The ones who danced the most happily were naturally Lincoln Stephens and Upton Sinclair, whom Yuan Yanshu had specifically mentioned.
Lincoln Steffens was not someone you could easily mess with. Because he cursed too harshly in the newspapers, Roosevelt once invited him to the White House for a face-to-face confrontation. As a result, the two of them got more and more angry, and finally Roosevelt kicked him out of the White House.
Regarding this matter, he maintained his consistent style and thinking. Mr. Yuan's experience was of course a systemic problem.
Of course, a man who could confront Roosevelt, a political giant, was even more rude to Wilson, a fallen dog. He had already criticized the Democratic government and the judicial system, and Mr. Sinclair, a famous left-wing writer, bluntly called this incident "a judicial injustice caused by racial discrimination" in his signed article.
To the surprise of Master Yuan himself, in addition to these two who spoke up for him, a large number of literary critics also appeared to applaud him. Among these literary critics, the ones that Yuan Yan was more familiar with were two male writers who had just become famous and a female writer who had been famous for a long time.
The first male writer was the famous T.S. Eliot. Although The Waste Land, which made him a legend in the British and American poetry world, was not published until 1922, his first two poetry collections, Prufrock and Other Poems and Eliot, had already made him famous. He was also a well-known literary critic.
Eliot called Chocolat "the greatest feminist novel since Jane Eyre". Since then, whenever we talk about feminist novels, we have to compare these two books.
Another one is Francis Scott Fitzgerald, the author of The Great Gatsby.
This gentleman was full of praise for the writing technique of using chocolate as the main clue to connect the entire plot in "Chocolat". He also appreciated the wonderful writing style of this novel that perfectly restored the style of a French small town.
In fact, these two people don’t know how lucky they are. It is because of their righteous words that our Master Yuan gave up the idea of plagiarizing the two famous works "The Waste Land" and "The Great Gatsby".
As for the female writer, Willa Cather, she seems not as famous as the other two, but her "My Antonia" published in 1918 was later praised as one of the greatest American novels of the 20th century.
Of course, she was also an idol of Miss Helen Brown, and what was more coincidental was that the female writer living in Nebraska was in New York to promote her new book "The Youth and the Beauty of Adusa". So she also read "Chocolat" as soon as possible, and it was delivered to her by Miss Brown herself.
Ms. Willa Cather also spoke highly of the book. She commented that Mr. Yuan Yanshu used a warm and sweet writing style to fill the extremely embarrassing gap between the conservative 19th century and the radical 20th century for women.
As a woman and a female writer, she would like to thank Mr. Yuan for his praise of women and his hope for modern women.
Of course, these commentary articles all ended by pointing out that it is hard to believe that someone who can write such a beautiful and moving novel is the culprit behind the Wall Street bombing.
Le Monde also took advantage of the popularity of this oriental writer and published a special issue of its literary supplement for Di Gong An. Although this detective novel has not yet received attention from the mainstream literary critics, it has sold very well, even more than Chocolate.
Firstly, the release date of "Chocolat" was a little earlier, while "Detective Dee" happened to coincide with the critical moment when Yuan Yan suddenly became a hot topic in the United States.
Secondly, the popularity and distribution channels of Le Monde are not comparable to those of the casual Le Monde. This issue of the literary supplement was sold simultaneously in major cities on the East Coast. Readers in the central and West Coast regions only need to wait a few days at most.
Thirdly, considering the literacy rate and education level at the time, there were definitely far more male readers who liked to read detective novels than female fans of romance novels.
This is the right time, right place and right people.
Master Yuan, who has the best timing, location and people, is now leisurely thinking about collecting endorsement fees, but Captain Aiden, whose affairs have been unlucky since he met Yuan Yanshu, is anxious to get on the roof.
The "interrogation" of the Frenchman and the Chinese man had lasted for a full forty-eight hours, but neither of them had said anything useful.
He shook his swollen and painful right hand, and cheered for Lin Dengwan and Zhuang Kunlun in his heart, saying they were really tough guys.
How could a bourgeois lackey like General ZOD understand the broad sentiment of "liberating all mankind" of the proletarian fighter General Lindenwan?
As a white and redneck, he has a harder time understanding the mentality of a yellow person like Zhuang Kunlun who once wanted to squeeze into the white circle but was treated coldly. This second-generation overseas Chinese suffered discrimination and persecution from the white people around him since he was a child, which led to his deep hatred for the United States, white people, and even the entire Western world.
Love and hatred are the two pillars of human spiritual strength.
The BOI in 1920 had neither truth serum nor extremely crude torture methods, so naturally they couldn't pry open the mouths of these two guys.
However, our two anti-American fighters were not having it so easy. They had reached the point where they might die if they continued fighting, so the federal agents had to stop for the time being.
Captain Aiden sat down tiredly. He almost never smoked, but he lit a cigarette. At this moment, he was extremely anxious.
Of course he knew that his situation was extremely bad. After all, the Chinese man was injured during his interrogation, and now he was unable to explain himself. If he still couldn't convict the guy, then there was no need to think about what would happen to him.
General ZOD sighed in his heart. He never expected that the Chinese man was so powerful. Not only did he have a lawyer with a strong background, but he also had an influential newspaper like Le Monde cheering for him.
So our Master Yuan finally became a rising star in the American literary world. If he hadn't died and become a shooting star, his future would have been limitless...
Nonsense, his future is not just to be a writer, his real goal is to be the number one accomplice of American imperialism.
However, as a result, the career prospects of the four judicial officials are bleak.
Captain Aiden threw the cigarette butt at his feet and stepped on it hard.
He had made up his mind. Since the two men refused to speak, he had no choice but to torture the woman.
Just when he was about to reach his limit, fortunately someone came to save his bottom line.
"Boom, boom, boom."
"Captain, are you there? I'm Harold." The visitor was none other than the U.S. Attorney for the New York Judicial District.
General ZOD opened the door and asked in surprise, "Mr. Williams, why are you here?"
The federal attorney general looked through the crack in the door and frowned. Poor Mr. Lindenwan was tortured to death. There was also an unpleasant smell in the room, a strange smell of sweat, blood, and cigarettes mixed together.
Mr. Williams took out his handkerchief and covered his nose with it. He asked in a muffled voice, "Wildon, have you got any result?"
Captain Aiden shook his head and was about to speak when he heard the other party say, "Then take a look at this newspaper."
He took the newspaper and took a look at it, his expression changed, and of course became even uglier.
Republican Vice President Arrives in New York
Our reporter reports: Mr. John Calvin Coolidge, the next Vice President of the United States of America, arrived in New York by train earlier today. He did not make any speech at the train station, but only said that the purpose of his visit was to thank the New York Republican Party for its outstanding work in this campaign and to visit some old friends.
However, according to reliable sources, Mr. Coolidge's first stop after meeting with New York State Republicans was the New York Presbyterian Hospital. He was accompanied by Mr. James B. Conant, Vice President of New York University.
It goes without saying that the purpose of their trip was to visit Mr. Yuan Yanshu who was suffering from sepsis.
Our newspaper will send a reporter to accompany you and bring more news to readers...
"This..." General ZOD raised his head and asked in confusion: "Why did the Republicans jump out at this time?"
The federal attorney general was very surprised and replied: "What? You don't know?"
Poor Captain Aiden is still not well educated. He simply does not understand the weight of the three political articles Master Yuan published in Le Monde.
Especially "A Few Questions About William II" and "Is Britain a Liberal Country?" are very thoughtful in the eyes of German Americans, expressing all the inner thoughts that they want to say but dare not and cannot say.
The largest German-American consortium in the United States is the Rockefeller Consortium, and their most important asset is Standard Oil. The spokesperson for Standard Oil will become the next Secretary of State.
Even better, the Republicans saw in Yuan Yanshu's article a golden opportunity to win over the Irish, so Vice President Coolidge came.
Mr. Williams' political sensitivity was of course much higher than Captain Aiden's, but he was too lazy to explain and directly advised: "Wilton, it's time to stop. If you continue, you will suffer the consequences."
"Good fruit?" Although he couldn't understand Master Yuan's article, General ZOD, who was fully aware of his situation, smiled bitterly and said, "Do I have a good fruit to eat now? From the moment that Chinese got into trouble, either he will be convicted, or I will be..."
They both sighed at the same time: "Ah..."
