Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 164: Keep Pretending
Subtitle of this chapter: Opened on the Hudson River...
Saturday morning, November 20, 1920.
Of course, there are no weekends these days, and our Master Yuan had nothing to do, so he came to New York University to attend classes.
"Hello, Neo!"
"Mr. Yuan, how do you feel?"
"Neo, your novel is so good."
"Mr. Yuan, can you give me an autograph?"
"Neo, your article "Several Questions About William II" really touched my heart."
"Mr. Yuan, can I discuss with you the arguments in "Is Britain a Liberal Country?"
…
He was a celebrity, so his appearance naturally attracted everyone's attention. To be honest, Yuan Yanshu really enjoyed this feeling.
No wonder they want to be stars. Apart from being able to sleep with pretty female fans, these male fans and those ugly female fans are really... troublesome.
Fortunately, Master Yuan had a lot of ideas. He pointed to his mouth, spread his hands, smiled apologetically, and shook his head at everyone.
"Neo, I'm sorry I forgot you're not well yet."
"Mr. Yuan, I'm so sorry for being so rude."
He easily got rid of the crowd and walked into Stern College, where he saw a group of classmates chatting together.
As soon as Louis Baker saw him, he waved, "Neo, this way!"
When he walked over, he heard the third-generation rich man say enthusiastically: "Neo, I was just telling everyone about your 'Mahjong'. It's really fun!"
"Besides, when I woke up yesterday after returning home, I really felt a little bit of that, that, um...what's it called?"
Mr. John McCall interjected: "Isn't it TIAN REN HE YI?"
Louis nodded and said, "Yes, yes, yes, John still has a good memory. It's TIAN REN HE YI!"
Did this guy go crazy from playing mahjong?
But Yuan Yanshu certainly couldn't say that. With a solemn expression, he said in a very hoarse voice: "Louis, you are what we Seres call 'HUI GEN'. You must play mahjong more and improve your level as soon as possible."
"Um!"
Mr. Baker was still very convinced by his words, so he nodded heavily.
The other students looked at each other and said, "Neo, we also want to play Mahjong."
"Yes, I also want to experience the feeling of 'TIAN REN HE YI'."
"That's right. I think I have a 'HUI GEN' too. My level will improve very quickly."
Master Yuan, who no longer liked playing mahjong because he couldn't win money playing it, felt a little annoyed when he heard these words. He thought, if these guys come to my house to play mahjong, then what's the point of this river view room?
Isn't it...
Yes, a mahjong parlor with a view of the Hudson River, which time traveler can open such a mahjong parlor except me? It's exciting just thinking about it!
"Of course!" He nodded with a big smile on his face, "Everyone must come!"
Yuan Yan hesitated for a moment and said, "How about this, after I hire someone to renovate the house, I'll invite everyone to come to my house and play Mahjong..."
After deciding to open the number one mahjong hall in America, Master Yuan pulled his lawyer to a corner and started talking about business.
Of course, making money is the real thing.
"John, have you negotiated with the people in Chinatown?"
"Neo, I went to talk to them again yesterday. No matter how much I tried to persuade them, and even said it was your suggestion, they just refused to pay."
These old overseas Chinese and Hongmen disciples really deserve to be limited to opening restaurants and laundries, and really deserve to stay in Chinatown for the rest of their lives. They really deserve to watch the Jews and niggers climb over their heads, and finally, a hundred years later, they are still at the bottom of the chain of racial discrimination in the United States...
Yuan Yanshu, who was disappointed with his success, felt a little "sad". It was just a few thousand dollars in endorsement fees. A master like him personally came forward and only received a few thousand dollars... He didn't know how they could seize such a good opportunity. I really don't know what they were thinking?
Well, they are my brothers and sisters in arms, even if they don’t want to pay…
I run a temple, not a charity. Why should I help these short-sighted guys if they don't pay me?
But I can't possibly go into the Chinese medicine and traditional Chinese medicine business myself. That's really too troublesome.
Yuan Yan, who had no good ideas for the time being, said: "John, thank you for your hard work. I will go with you next time..."
At this time, Mr. Louis Baker came over and asked, "Neo, are you free tomorrow?"
Tomorrow is Sunday, November 21st, and it seems that some historical event has happened.
"I'm free, what's up?"
"Oh, my grandfather wants to invite you to a dinner at the country club. I wonder if you can handle it?"
"My health... I can't even go to the country club for dinner or play 18 holes with him!"
The one who didn’t finish dressing up at the Halloween costume party can finally finish it this time!
Surely a neoclassical master like me should still be able to chat and laugh with big capitalists!
There shouldn't be anyone to disturb me , right?
"Okay, Neo. You're the patient and I'm the old man, and nine holes is enough. It's getting dark, so let's stop here for today."
Our Master Yuan showed a rare look of shame and said, "I'm so sorry, it's my low level. Otherwise, Mr. Baker and Louis would have finished the 18 holes long ago."
They are now on a golf course next to a very luxurious country club.
The so-called country clubs in the United States generally refer to golf courses, but there are also special tennis and equestrian clubs. Anyway, they are places that provide aristocratic sports. In addition to sports venues, the clubs also have hotels, restaurants, hot springs, and even ancillary facilities that you know.
In fact, the most important function of this kind of country club is socializing, so it adopts a membership system and only allows members of the same class to enter.
This country club located in New Jersey and which doesn't even have a name is even more amazing. If it weren't for the invitation from Mr. Baker Sr. and the personal guidance of Mr. Baker Jr., Yuan Yan wouldn't even know where to open the door.
The three of them handed their clubs to the caddies and walked slowly side by side toward the main club facilities.
Old Mr. Baker is in very good health. At the age of 80, he still looks energetic after playing a game of nine holes.
He looked at the handsome face of the Chinese man next to him, which had completely recovered with almost no scars, and asked curiously, "Neo, your recovery speed is incredible! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that you were still lying in the hospital last week, and I heard that you had severe sepsis."
His grandson also said: "Yes, even the doctors in the Presbyterian Hospital said it was a medical miracle!"
Hearing what the grandfather and grandson said, Yuan Yan's heart suddenly moved, and she vaguely guessed why Mr. George Baker was so quick, even impatient, to invite her to play little white ball.
It seems that it was not his talent that held him back, but his own "medical miracle" that held this "miracle of Wall Street".
As for why old Mr. Baker cares so much about his health... For an eighty-year-old man, is there any need to ask?
In fact, the older people get, the more they fear death. And the richer people are, the more they fear death as they get older!
