Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 157: Backgammon
Chapter subtitle: How masterpieces are created
November 18, 1920, at noon.
The square in front of the New York Presbyterian Hospital building was already bustling with hundreds of people, as lively as a carnival.
These people were divided into four groups. The largest group was the jubilant NYU students. The second largest group was the Chinese people who lined up with gongs and drums. The third largest group was the beautiful young girls and their escorts. Needless to say, they must be the fans of our Master Yuan. The last group was the reporters.
They all came to welcome Yuan Yanshu out of the hospital.
The senior political reporter of Le Monde sighed at the scene in front of him. A few days ago, he had strongly opposed the publication of Master Yuan's article, but now he has become half a fan of Master Yuan.
As a political reporter, he understood the weight of Yuan Yanshu's articles, and he also felt that these articles were not as simple as they seemed.
As the saying goes, the layman watches the excitement, while the expert watches the details.
For laymen, Master Yuan's article is pointing fingers at the British Empire and scolding them as the big black hand that destroys the peace and tranquility of the world, the big devil who attempts to oppress and enslave all mankind, and the reactionary group that hinders the liberalization of global capital...
In short, Britain is an evil, reactionary colonial empire that is anti-liberal and is still driving capitalism in reverse!
For an expert like a senior political reporter, the above words have a deeper meaning, but he can't understand it at the moment.
Well, actually up to now Yuan Yanshu himself has not fully realized the deep meaning of his article. He originally wanted to scold the Democratic Party, and by the way, he also scolded the "mastermind" behind the Democratic Party.
It’s just that our Master Yuan came from a hundred years later when various theoretical systems were very complete, so no matter which theoretical system he chose, he was more “far-sighted” than the thinkers of the time.
Although he really didn't have this idea, when his ideological system gradually "matured", everyone, including himself, would be "surprised" to find that he was competing with the international communist movement and other left-wing ideological factions for the right to speak. In other words, he was helping the US imperialists to build the legitimacy of their ideological theories for their global hegemony.
Otherwise, how could our Master Yuan become the number one accomplice of American imperialism?
This is something that will happen in the future. However, his article “Is Britain a Liberal Country?” has already shown such a sign.
In this brilliant article, he cleverly replaced a concept, replacing "imperialism" with "colonialism", thus easily separating America from Britain, France, Germany and other old European powers.
The benefit of doing so is that Yuan Yan suddenly covered the behavior of American capitalists in robbing the economic interests of European colonies with a righteous robe called "liberalism."
Originally they could only use something like "open door" which sounds really lame, but now they can use the name of "liberalism".
FREEDOM and LIBERTY, just hearing them makes people feel that they are extremely just.
Of course, this also led to Master Yuan being regarded by leftists as the number one advocate of "post-colonialism" in the future.
A senior political reporter from Le Monde smacked his lips and said with emotion: "There are so many people today."
Standing next to him was Miss Emma Pulitzer, a photojournalist, who said, "Yes, it is indeed a lot. But Mr. Yuan's novels are really popular. This issue of our literary supplement has set a new sales record, and we have sold 100,000 copies so far."
The political reporter nodded and said, "Well, Detective Dee is really good. Even I was fascinated by it. I never thought that there was such a China more than a thousand years ago. I don't know if it's true or not..."
"I prefer Chocolate," said Miss Pulitzer as she adjusted her camera. "By the way, I heard that we have received many letters from readers. Our readers are also very curious about Mr. Yuan."
Hearing this, the political reporter laughed and said, "Hahaha. Yes, but they are more curious about Mr. Yuan's body than the novel."
Miss Pulitzer was stunned for a moment, but immediately understood and said, "To be honest, I am also very curious. Not only did he overcome the sepsis, but his wound was almost healed in just one week. You know, it was a terrible wound. When I saw the photo, I thought he was going to be disfigured..."
“They’re coming out!”
The crowd was in an uproar, rushing to the gate of the Presbyterian Hospital. They saw Yuan Yan, who had just recovered from a serious illness, walk out of the hospital accompanied by several foreign and Chinese friends.
This "Chinese patient" looked pale and thin because he had been staying in the ward for more than ten days and eating liquid food. However, he was in good spirits and the wound on his face had almost healed. There was really nothing unusual except redness and swelling. It seemed that he would be able to become a "white-faced pretty boy" again in a few days.
An 18-point physique is nothing to be trifled with.
However, when Yuan Yanshu walked out of the hospital, she just smiled and nodded to everyone, but did not say a word.
Instead, Mr. John McCall stepped forward to lead him in the speech and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Mr. Yuan, I would like to thank you all for your concern and for coming. As you can see, his health has recovered very well, but he still has some difficulty speaking. So it is not convenient for him to accept an interview and cannot thank you in person."
He paused and continued, "So Mr. Yuan decided to hold a press conference to answer questions of public concern after his injuries are healed. He will also hold several book clubs to meet and communicate with readers."
"Now please make way..."
The people present were quite polite and made way for him after hearing this reasonable speech.
"Woo-hoo!"
“Boom boom clang clang!”
This is the folk music "Bu Bu Gao" played by the Chinese band.
Walking in the middle of the crowd, Yuan Yan suddenly looked at the lively scene around her and the faces that were either curious, respectful or admiring, and felt very proud.
He also saw Mr. Mike Baldwin waving at him in the crowd, and an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.
Our Master Yuan suddenly raised his hands high, with his right hand in a scissors shape and his left hand's five fingers spread apart. This is...
Mike was quite smart. He was the first to understand and said, "250!"
The NYU students also understood and shouted: "250!!"
The people around didn't understand what this meant, but they also shouted: "250!!!"
"250..."
The slogan became louder and louder, even drowning out the gong and drum team, and echoing throughout the small square in front of the hospital.
A group of pigeons on the roof were also startled by the shouting of the crowd, and flew over Master Yuan's head with a rustling sound.
This time, Miss Pulitzer finally got the idea. She pointed the camera at his hands without Master Yuan's reminder.
“Bang!”
