Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 18 Three Legs
Subtitle of this chapter: In order to play Mahjong, we must also popularize Pudong... ... um, Mandarin
At this time, the short man on the left spoke up: "What's going on? Does he have a mistress in his house?"
Yuan Yan suddenly stepped aside and said, "Xiao Lu, take a look for yourself."
Xiao Lu, also known as Lu Yan, was nicknamed "Six-fingered Qin Mo". Well, actually it was "Six-fingered Qin Mo". He had a pair of six fingers and loved playing mahjong, so he got this nickname. Although he couldn't even speak Mandarin fluently, his ancestors were hereditary brokers in the Thirteen Factories in Guangzhou, which monopolized Sino-foreign trade for more than a hundred years, that is, the earliest compradors in China. When they were in their first year, they didn't dare to act rashly. In their second year, they took the initiative to become guides, and then the whole family moved to Hong Kong and pledged allegiance to Her Majesty Queen Victoria.
The three of them took a quick look and found that the room was indeed empty, but they all saw the typewriter and manuscript paper on the table.
The fat white guy with the most exquisite clothes and a few pockmarks on his face made an exaggerated expression and spoke in standard pidgin English and Shanghainese: "No way! Lao Yuan, you are really studying! The sun is coming out from the west." (Translation: Impossible! Lao Yuan, you are really studying! The sun is coming out from the west.)
The so-called pidgin English is translated into Chinese as the popular Pidgin English in Shanghai. It is well known that the language environment is very important when learning a foreign language. This guy has such an authentic Shanghai Pidgin English accent. I think he has been dealing with Chinese people in the United States for many years.
This little Yang's nickname is really "Little Yang Shengjian". His family doesn't sell Shengjian, but raw medicine. He is nicknamed "Shengjian" because he looks like Shengjian. The Yang family's ancestral raw medicine shop opened in the old city of Shanghai. Originally, their family was just a middle-class family, and they never thought that the long-haired bandits would break into Jiangning Prefecture from Guangxi. The old shopkeeper Yang, who was in charge at the time, realized that it was just a matter of time, and immediately stood on the side of the peasant rebels who represented the correct direction of history. The Hongyang Rebellion... Well, during the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, among the five ships of smuggled medicinal materials sent from Shanghai to Tianjing, one ship was their old Yang family.
骆驼祥子接口道：“小杨，你这是瞎鬼。我认识老袁没三年也两年多了，我揍木见他写过书，他写书？他也就是给哪个大闺女写情书！”
Xiao Yang pointed at the thick stack of manuscript paper and said, "Impossible! How much paper do you need to write a love letter? "
The Six-Fingered Demon of the Lute was more cunning. He didn't say anything, but looked Yuan Yanshu up and down with a look of surprise.
In fact, our Master Yuan felt that these people were quite kind, just like those bad friends back then. With their company, he finally became a master of 985 universities! People always make excuses or put the blame on others for their laziness and playfulness.
When he thought of this, he bowed to everyone and said, "Please forgive me, please stop joking with me. I really need to write a paper, so I won't go with you."
“No way, are you serious?” The three gentlemen looked at each other and laughed out loud together, “Hahaha, President Yuan wants to write a paper…hahaha…”
Since these three have such elegant and unique nicknames, Yuan Yanshu naturally has one too. He has the same surname as the first president of the Republic of China. Once he got drunk and boasted that he had slept with the president of the Flower Country in Shanghai, so he was called "President Yuan".
Camel Xiangzi, Xiao Yang's Fried Dumplings, the Six-Fingered Demon of the Lute, and this President Yuan just make up a perfect mahjong table.
In fact, if these gentlemen continued to talk and persuade him, Yuan Yanshu might go with them for the steak, or even play a game of mahjong with them. He was copying the book, not writing it. The whole book was in his mind, and it had to be submitted in March next year. If it wasn't for the B-coin, Yuan Yanshu didn't need to be so anxious. It was really nothing to delay for half a night.
Moreover, as a member of society, Yuan Yanshu, a former bank clerk, still believes in "more friends means more opportunities". These people are really rich, and maybe they will have the opportunity to help each other in the future. Do masters also need money, and do rich people also need masters to improve their status? Don't these three need "my friend Yuan Yanshu" to support the scene in the future?
And although they were just passers-by in the historical background, these three young men were indeed the "elites" of this era, and at least they were intellectuals who had seen the world. To be honest, Yuan Yanshu, who was born into the working class, had much more in common with these dandies than the working people of the same era.
But when they laughed like this, Yuan Yan suddenly had a psychological effect in her heart: "You can scold me but not my parents and my family." For example, when you are eating in the cafeteria, a familiar friend comes and jokes that you are a starving ghost reincarnated because you eat so much. You will just laugh it off and at most retort a few words. But in the same situation, if your friend says that you eat so much, you are a starving ghost reincarnated just like your father and mother, then even the best friends will have a fight. A real-life example just happened in Shandong.
Yuan Hongjian, who had only been here for four days, had not yet completely identified himself with Yuan Yanshu, so he felt that these three were actually mocking his elders. His temper flared up immediately, and his tone became tough. He said with a stern face, "Alright, brothers, I don't have time. I'm sorry I can't keep you company. Goodbye, everyone!"
As he said that, he slammed the door shut.
"Old Yuan..."
"This is so funny. We treated him to steak and he still wants us to look at his face? Ridi, ridi, ridi..." (Translation: This is fun. We treated him to steak and he still wants us to look at his face? Very...)
"It's ridiculous!"
"Yes, yes, yes, ridiculous! I was too angry, so I forgot."
"Yes, yes, he thinks that we brothers are holding him back."
The most loyal Camel Xiangzi wanted to knock on the door, but was stopped by the two people next to him. Then the three of them turned around and left Yuan Yanshu's apartment, talking as they walked.
"Three legs, the street kid made us have no cards to play."
"Well, have you guys heard about it? There are a few White Russian girls coming over on 40th Street. Let's eat quickly and then go over and see what they are like."
"Well, let's go to the Eiffel Club and watch some cancan dancing."
"You people are too old and too out. The morning sun is antique, and the white girls are here. A pyramid has just opened. Do you know that the pyramid is full of aunties? Inside are the dancing divas of Arab country. The waist and belly of Ilagaze are so tight...tsk tsk tsk, they are really annoying!"
Conscience translation: You are really old and behind the times, sometimes you are just antiques. It's always white girls. Did you know that a pyramid has just opened? The pyramid is for "Munay Auntie", and it's full of "Ala Abe" dancers. Their small waists and small bellies...tsk tsk tsk, that will kill you!
