Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 193 Male Assistant
Subtitle of this chapter: A man who can quit smoking but still doesn’t like playing mahjong is terrible
"Mr. Chandler, you are too polite. In my opinion, it was your heroic behavior on the battlefield that moved the jury. And these articles of mine really don't have as much effect as you said..."
"No, Mr. Yuan. I have read your article, and you have said everything I wanted to say but could not. In the last war, we Americans should have united with Germany to tear the British colonial empire to pieces!"
"No, no, I just said some empty words..."
"Mr. Yuan, what you said is definitely not empty talk, but the truth! And those Jews..."
"Mr. Chandler, you really flatter me. But as for the Jews, I, a Seres, have to say a few fair words. They are really a people who need to be cautious. Just look at history and you will know that they are not worthy of trust..."
"Oh, Mr. Yuan is really knowledgeable, and what he said is really insightful. Father, what do you think?"
"Mr. Yuan's words sound reasonable, but they seem a bit extreme..."
"Father, I'm not extreme at all! Our world was ruined by the Jews and capitalists!"
The more our Master looked at Mr. Chandler's crooked face that looked like a human skin mask, the more he liked him. Of course, he didn't like that, but he felt that this man's "thinking" was in tune with his own.
At this stage, his overall idea is to hate the British, be friendly to Germany, be pro-Japanese, and betray the Jews. This guy is not only pro-Japanese... He doesn't know what crazy things those dwarfs will do, so he can't blame him. Anyway, he doesn't even need to brainwash to get a loyal fan, it's simply a helper delivered to his door.
He couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Chandler, may I ask what your plans are next?"
"Planning?" The excited little Julian let out a sigh of relief and said rather dejectedly, "In fact, I don't know who would want a person accused of treason as an employee..."
As soon as he said this, his father sighed sadly.
"clatter!"
Yuan Yan snapped her fingers and asked, "Mr. Chandler, I wonder if I would have the honor of inviting you to be my... um, assistant?"
"Your assistant?" Julian showed an unhappy and hesitant expression when he heard it, "This..."
You have to know that he is a graduate of West Point, a war hero and a retired major. He would feel uncomfortable to have a Chonky...well, Chinese, even a very outstanding Chinese, as his assistant.
Don't forget, he is a German devil who grew up in the United States.
Our Master Yuan smiled and said, "Mr. Chandler, and Professor Chandler. You two might as well listen to my offer first."
"First of all, Mr. Chandler's weekly salary from me is $25..."
A weekly salary of $25 was $1,300 that year, and the average annual salary of skilled workers in the United States at that time was only $800 or $900. Although it was certainly not as good as his father, a professor at NYU, it was not bad.
"Secondly, Mr. Chandler is probably living with the professor now, right? I happen to have an empty guest room here that you can use for free. And you don't have to pay for your meals, you can eat whatever I eat. Of course, if you are not used to Chinese food, I won't force you..."
It is not easy to live in a long-term city. Whether it is Chang'an in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, New York in 1920, or Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen a hundred years later, the cost of living in first-tier cities is extremely high. The rent alone can eat up a lot of salary.
And for a river view room like the one they were in, $25 a week would probably only cover the bathroom.
"Finally, Mr. Chandler's job is just to help me deal with some letters and drive me from time to time. Sorry, I'm not using Mr. Chandler as a driver, but I really can't drive..."
He really didn't want to drive a car of this era. There was no electronic ignition, no clutch, no power steering, no disc brakes, no reversing radar, and the shock absorber system was extremely bad... It was more difficult than driving a tractor or tank a hundred years later. If there was no other way, he wouldn't even want to sit in it.
"In fact, I just treat Mr. Chandler as my roommate. You can stay with me for a few days and look for a job. Why not?"
These conditions are very favorable, and this job is not easy.
Both Chandler and his son immediately showed an interested expression. After they looked at each other, Mr. Chandler nodded and said, "Since Mr. Yuan thinks so highly of me, I am honored to be your assistant. By the way, when do I start work?"
"Hahaha, you're going to work today." Master Yuan stood up, shook hands with him and said, "Mr. Chandler, your first job is..."
"Learn to play Mahjong with your father."
Because of the "Card: BAI BAN, representing the white future", Yuan Yanshu no longer liked playing mahjong. So he played mahjong with Chandler and his son for a while and then found an excuse to come to the living room.
He mixed himself a vodka martini, lit a cigar, and sat on the sofa thinking about his own things... Then he discovered something.
An 18-point physique is not without its flaws!
+4 physical fitness means that he is "immune to all poisons", but nicotine and alcohol are also toxins. No wonder he feels weird these days, he doesn't feel anything when smoking, and he doesn't get drunk when drinking. In addition, he is energetic all day long, and he has no excuse to be lazy. This is really not suitable for someone like him.
He decided to wait until the one-month cool-down period was over, and then add the two points of "Card: Trickery 2" to the other indexes...
"Mr. Yuan, are you here?"
"Mr. Chandler, why don't you fight anymore?"
"Ever since I got off the damn battlefield, I haven't been very fond of gambling."
"Oh, can I ask why?"
"Mr. Yuan, do you know what the biggest gamble I've ever participated in was?"
"Mr. Chandler, what is it?"
"Should I stay in the foxhole on the left where I won't get blown up, or should I stay in the one on the right?"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Yan suddenly said, "There are no atheists in the foxholes...."
“Pika Pika!”
"There are no atheists in foxholes?" Mr. Chandler was stunned for a moment, and murmured: "Wow, this sentence is great! There are no atheists in foxholes... It's true..."
Both men fell silent, each thinking about his own thoughts.
Master Yuan didn’t know what his male assistant was thinking, he only knew that $25 a week was really worth it!
Because with the help of this World War I war hero, I can finally copy...well, write a truly pure literary work.
