Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 155: Cleared
Subtitle of this chapter: Temporary mission completed
After a while, the federal prosecutor of the New York judicial district broke the silence and said in a low voice: "It seems that the two people in New York are about to be overwhelmed. I am here now to ask you to clean up your mess and don't make things worse."
He pointed to the interrogation room and continued, "Fortunately, no one has died yet. The most you will get is internal disciplinary action, or you can just resign. If someone does die, no one can save you!"
Captain Aiden hesitated for a moment and said, "But the Chinese man has sepsis..."
"Hahaha, you already said he's Chinese." Mr. Williams chuckled and said, "When he dies, the matter will be over. But who cares if a yellow man dies?"
"We Republicans, especially Mr. Harding, are extremely concerned and deeply saddened by what happened to Mr. Yuan."
Although Mr. Coolidge had a nickname called "Silent Calvin", he could still say a few polite words, otherwise what kind of politician would he be?
At this time, he had already visited Master Yuan and was being interviewed by reporters in front of the Presbyterian Hospital building.
"Mr. Coolidge , I'm a reporter from The New York Times. What do you and the next cabinet think of this case?"
"We are puzzled. If Mr. Yuan is really involved in the case, then the Democratic judicial department and the New York police should provide solid evidence. But what evidence do we see now? The one-sided statements of a few corrupt police officers. This cannot but make people suspicious."
"Mr. Coolidge, I'm a reporter from the World. What action will you take?"
"As the next government that has not yet taken office, we certainly cannot take any action now. However, I am just calling on the relevant parties as an individual to clarify the facts as soon as possible and give the public the truth."
"Mr. Coolidge, may I ask how Mr. Yuan is doing now?"
"Well, he's in pretty good spirits..."
Yuan Yanshu's "spirit" is still pretty good, but his health is not so optimistic.
Well, his wound had festered, the symptoms of sepsis were becoming more and more obvious, and he was in a bad state.
Since Vice President Coolidge showed up, many people realized that it would be difficult to prove the guilt of this Chinese man, so even the federal agents relaxed their supervision of him.
He was finally able to receive visitors. Master Yuan insisted on receiving these visitors despite his illness. He felt that he would definitely need these connections in the future, so he naturally couldn't let them be turned away.
"Hey, nephew Hongjian, don't sit up. Don't be polite to your uncle. Just lie down."
Master Yuan thought to himself, this guy is quite polite, but I can't sit there even if I want to. However, this uncle Luo Jiaxiang looks quite similar to Camel Xiangzi, both have long yellow faces, and they are both surnamed Luo.
The first secretary of the Republic of China Consulate in New York said enthusiastically, "Jeong-in has always told me about you, saying that you are the best among the international students in the United States. Today I see that you are indeed a good-looking person... Well, that talent. Isn't that right, Jeong-in?"
Luo Puxiang, whose courtesy name was "Zhenren", who was beside him, sighed and said, "Brother Yuan... I am really late. But why don't you know how to take care of yourself?"
Camel Xiangzi pointed at the newspaper and said, "The Presbyterian Hospital said that you refused to have an operation and insisted on drinking Chinese medicinal wine. We are all Chinese, and everyone knows that the wine is useless. Hongjian, listen to me. Even if you have your lips cut off, you don't have to worry about not having food as long as I am here."
His uncle also advised, "Jeong-in is right. My dear nephew, you must not give up on yourself. You must know that with your talent, even if you just write, it will definitely add luster to us Chinese. You must not waste your life for a mere appearance. You must also think about your parents in China, and don't let them send you off before you..."
Oops, I forgot about this. I don't know if my family knows about this?
Forget it, let’s not notify them yet. I’ll be well soon.
Since he felt that he could get better, he shook his head firmly and rejected the uncle and nephew's persuasion.
"Well, if that's the case, then we won't say any more. My dear nephew, take a good rest. When you recover... your uncle will definitely hold a grand diplomatic ball for you!"
"Old Yuan, take care of yourself. Don't worry about your funeral arrangements... Well, I will help you arrange the rest. Woo woo woo ..."
The uncle and nephew of the Luo family came; the fifth brother of Hongqi and the six-fingered Qin Mo also came, and they also brought the Wujia skin that the second master of Nintendo wanted; finally, Xiao Yang Shengjian and the Chinese students in New York also came...
The Chinese came, and the foreigners came too.
Louise Baker and Helen Brown are not to be mentioned. There are also professors and student representatives from NYU, New York City Republican congressmen, and the New York Federation for Human Rights... They all came.
In addition to people, flowers, fruits and letters of condolence were overwhelming, filling up the ward in just half a day.
Of course, the first thing these people did was to persuade Yuan Yan to have the surgery.
Of course, our Master Yuan refused to do so no matter what.
So some unfavorable noises appeared in the newspapers that day:
"All the evidence now shows that Mr. Yuan Yanshu is innocent in the Wall Street bombing case, and his experience is very sympathetic and regrettable. We should be able to understand the despair of young people facing such a tragic situation, but the author still hopes that he will muster up the courage to fight against fate and illness..."
This is advice with good intentions.
"It must be said that even a Chinese intellectual with extraordinary talent and unique vision like Mr. Yuan Yanshu could not escape the influence of the uncivilized country where he was born. He did not trust Western medicine, but instead placed his hopes on the mysterious Eastern witchcraft. This shows us that as an advanced race, we have an obligation to help the people there..."
This is private goods with ulterior motives.
"Are the yellow race an ignorant race? Some people oppose this view. They have a ready-made example, that is, the Chinese student who has recently become famous in China with one or two novels and two or three political commentaries. But now we see that even a yellow person like him who has received higher education is still ignorant beyond reason. It can be seen that the yellow race has physiological differences with us. They may be able to understand some of the achievements of modern civilization, but in essence they are humanoid creatures that have not yet fully evolved..."
This is of course a very vicious insult.
No matter how chaotic the newspapers were , on the morning of November 11, 1920, the NYPD and BOI finally announced that they had decided to revoke the arrest warrant against Yuan Yanshu, stop investigating him, and express their deep apologies for what had happened to him.
Of course, his temporary mission was also completed.
