Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 173 Blood Sundae
Subtitle of this chapter: All the money spent can be recovered
After Mr. George Baker ordered his dishes, it was naturally Mr. Thomas Edison's turn.
The waiter suggested: "Mr. Edison, how about the butter-baked lobster recommended by the chef..."
Doctor Yuan quickly spoke up to stop them, saying, "Mr. Edison, in addition to medication, diabetics must follow certain lifestyle guidelines. You can eat lobsters, but you can't eat butter!"
"Mr. Edison, today's steak is good..."
"Mr. Edison, diabetics must not eat too much greasy food."
"Mr. Edison, how about a seafood platter..."
"Mr. Edison, the diabetic..."
"That's enough, Mr. Yuan. Just tell me what I can eat ."
"Beans! Mr. Edison, beans are perfect for diabetics."
"Oh well……."
The waiter came to Master Yuan and asked, "Mr. Yuan, what would you like to eat for your main course?"
"As for me, I don't have a good appetite today . How about..."
"A pair of lobsters."
"Double steak."
"Seafood platter... four plates."
"Neo, you have a really good appetite."
"Theodore, this is the effect of WU JIA PI. Drinking this wine will improve your appetite, make you healthier, and make everything you eat taste better."
"Neo, can my father's illness be cured?"
"Theodore, Chinese medicine is science, not witchcraft. Your father's diabetes and chronic nephritis are both very troublesome chronic diseases, and he is old, so even Chinese medicine is very difficult to treat. However,..."
Theodore Edison and our Master Yuan were of the same age, and his temper and personality were much better than his father's. After the two got to know each other well, they naturally began to call each other by their first names.
Yuan Yan patted her chest and said, "But please rest assured, as long as you follow the doctor's advice, it will be no problem for Mr. Edison to live another ten years."
Anyway, even without the treatment of our Chinese medicine practitioners, you, old man, could have lived to 1931.
Master Yuan, who was munching on lobster, steak and seafood, felt so happy when he looked at the great inventor who could only eat soybeans in tomato sauce.
I even fooled the God of Light Bulbs. It seems I will never be a light bulb again.
Today is such a memorable day...By the way, what day is it today?
"Master Ball, search..."
"Host, on Sunday, November 21, 1920, in history..."
At this moment, the Anglo-Irish War, known as the "first urban guerrilla war" and the "origin of terrorism", is being waged on the British Isles. This war, which began in January 1919 and ended in July 1921, is also called the Irish War of Independence.
On January 21, 1919, Sinn Fein convened the first Irish Parliament, declared the independence of the Republic of Ireland, and entered a state of war with Britain. On this day, separatists attacked patrolmen at the Thoroheideberg Quarry and snatched explosives. This day opened the long bloody conflict between Britain and Ireland.
The Associated Press reported that the gunfire in Soloheidberg heralded "the advent of a new era of terrorism!"
This time, the British government could not suppress the Irish resistance as easily as it had done in the past, because the Irish adopted guerrilla warfare and terrorism, which were very different from traditional warfare.
This morning in Dublin local time, the IRA organized a fairly successful assassination operation, killing more than a dozen British intelligence officers, officers and police officers.
The British government was not to be outdone, and their response was swift and violent. There was an Irish football match at Croke Park in Dublin that afternoon. A group of members of the "Garda Reserva" and the "Black and Browns" surrounded the stadium and began to search it. These two forces, notorious for their brutality, opened fire on civilian spectators, killing 12 people and injuring 60.
After today, the situation in Ireland was out of control and the bloody conflict lasted for a full eight months.
At this time, the waiter came forward and asked, "Mr. Yuan, would you like pudding or ice cream for dessert?"
However, Yuan Yanshu's attention was focused on his search results at the moment, so he said to himself, "Oh, today is 'Bloody Sunday'."
The waiter was stunned when he heard this and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yuan. We don't have Bloody Sunday, only Bloody Mary and raspberry sundae."
In fact, the English word for sundae is Sunday. Coincidentally, this thing did originate in the United States in the 19th century. At that time, the religious atmosphere in America was still very strong, so some states considered Sunday to be the Sabbath and did not allow the sale of ice cream. So ice cream makers covered the ice cream with fruit paste and other things, and named it sundae after the pronunciation of the English word Sunday.
"Oh, I made a mistake. Then give me a... uh, double raspberry sundae."
"Okay, Mr. Yuan."
By the way, since today is Bloody Sunday, I should mourn for the Irish people who were brutally suppressed by the evil colonial empire of Great Britain.
"Wait, waiter. I'll have a Bloody Mary for my after-dinner drink."
"Okay, Mr. Yuan."
After dinner, the five of them moved to the luxuriously decorated smoking room. You know, smoking a cigarette after dinner is not just a tradition for us Chinese.
Louis Baker took out a cigar he brought with him and said, "Neo, do you want some Cuban cigars?"
Oh, could this be the legendary premium Cuban cigar rolled on a girl’s thigh?
Our Master Yuan readily replied: "Of course!"
Yes, camel is really cheap. How can a master like me always smoke cigarettes? I have to smoke this when I have money...
Wait, don’t I have money?
"Mr. Yuan, your prize."
At this time, the great inventor had a checkbook delivered, and he quickly wrote a check for thirty thousand U.S. dollars and handed it to Master Yuan, who finally had money.
Look, how much money can you make by opening a factory? I just made a joke and...
"Mr. Edison, you must be mistaken. There are three thousand dollars too much."
The stingy lightbulb god said nonchalantly, "Mr. Yuan, you are right. These extra several thousand dollars will be regarded as your consultation fee."
Judging from the tone of his voice and the look on his face, this guy is clearly a bully who relies on his wealth and power to look down on me.
Then I will...
"Hahaha, I'll accept it with pleasure."
If anyone thinks that just a few thousand dollars is enough to insult the personality of our Master Yuan, then these people are really...very wrong!
Yuan Yanshu really didn't care about the three thousand dollars, or the thirty thousand dollars. Small money is just a number. If he loses this little money, can he not afford the best Cuban cigars?
For a time traveler who has a grasp of the general trend of history, small amounts of money are readily available, but opportunities are fleeting!
He stood up and walked to George Baker, respectfully handed over the check and said, "Mr. Baker, I don't know how much NYPR is worth. But this $30,000 will be my down payment for purchasing the controlling stake."
The Miracle of Wall Street looked at the Chinese man with great admiration and said to himself, I was right in my judgment, this guy is so terrifying... Well, he is indeed a young man who treats money as dirt but is good at seizing opportunities.
"Haha." Mr. Baker chuckled, took the check and put it on the coffee table, then said, "Neo, since you love betting so much, why don't I make a bet with you?"
