Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 196 Press Conference
Subtitle of this chapter: Personality is very important
" Ladies and gentlemen, I am John McCall. I am Mr. Yuan's lawyer and the host of this press conference. Welcome everyone!"
"Before you ask questions, Mr. Yuan has a few words to say."
Our Master Yuan was wearing a simple suit that could even be called shabby. He looked pale and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, John. I would first like to thank my lawyer and my good friend Mr. John McCall. If he had not served as my lawyer for free, I would not have been able to afford the legal fees. It was thanks to his shrewdness and enthusiasm that I was able to be acquitted."
"Secondly, I would like to thank NYU for providing the venue for this reception free of charge. Otherwise, a poor student like me would not be able to afford the venue fee."
"Finally, I would like to express my special thanks to NYU Vice President James Conant , as well as the professors and students at Stern College for their support and help..."
He bowed slightly to the professors and students at the back of the hall, and they responded with warm applause and encouragement.
“Pah pah pah…”
"Mr. Yuan, come on."
"Neo, good job!"
NYU can now be considered his home ground, so if he wants to hold a press conference, of course he has to hold it here. Otherwise, it would be cold and desolate without any atmosphere . Now he has a bunch of onlookers for free to set off the atmosphere.
Wait, it's only been two days, how come he, whose physical fitness is as high as 18 points, has become like this? And how did he become a poor student?
This is the character setting that Yuan Yanshu has made for himself: he is now a foreign student from an ordinary background, hardworking, studious, modest and prudent, with outstanding talents, deeply loved by NYU teachers and students, and who admires American democracy and freedom and has come to New York from the far East.
Oh, and there’s also the yandere… well, it’s the attribute of someone who has just recovered from a serious illness.
However, such an outstanding international student was wrongfully imprisoned, tortured, and almost died of sepsis. In the end, he was rescued by righteous Americans and his own "small" efforts... Of course, it was mainly due to the credit of righteous Americans that he was able to escape the disaster and came here with his broken body and wounded heart to hold a press conference.
If any American still has a little conscience in his heart, no matter how racist he is, how much he looks down on the Chinese, or how much he supports the Democratic Party, would he sympathize with such a person, would he admire him, or even shed a few tears?
The answer is obvious.
What? Some people say that he earns tens of thousands of dollars just from writing articles?
What? Someone said he opened a stock account with hundreds of thousands of dollars at the First National Bank of New York?
What? Some people say that he lived in a luxurious apartment with a view of the Hudson River, spent one or two thousand dollars on making clothes, and went to a luxurious country club to play white ball and have dinner with two wealthy people, George Baker and Thomas Edison...
You are really worrying too much. Who would know if the newspaper didn't report it?
If the past hundred years had not been the era of self-media, who would have known that Bill Gates, Buffett, Obama and other inspirational and successful people actually came from extraordinary backgrounds?
For example, Buffett said that he became interested in stocks when he first visited the New York Stock Exchange at the age of five. However, his father who took him there was a congressman, and the person who received them was a director of Goldman Sachs. If it were Master Yuan, he would definitely be "interested" too.
Many people are still kept in the dark in the 21st century, let alone in 1920.
Of course, these inspirational and successful people do have qualities that ordinary people don't have, and their backgrounds just give them a higher starting point. So what's wrong with Yuan Yanshu, who has the same unusual abilities, making herself more approachable, inspirational, and worthy of sympathy?
"Mr. Yuan, you really flatter me. In fact, he was acquitted not only because he was innocent, but also because of the justice in society. My own contribution is insignificant. Well, there are many journalists here today, and Mr. Yuan has just recovered from a serious illness. So each person is limited to three questions. Then everyone start asking questions..."
"Ladies first, this lady will be the first one."
"Hello, Mr. Yuan. I'm Emma Pulitzer from Le Monde. On behalf of Le Monde and the people of New York, I'd like to know about Mr. Yuan's current health condition."
Nonsense, there is no routine and what's the point of holding a press conference. He paid a large sum of US dollars to Le Monde.
"Thank you, thank you Miss Pulitzer and your newspaper for your concern." Master Yuan, who looked sick, said in a weak voice, "I am in good health. My doctor told me that as long as I rest well, I will... cough cough cough... recover."
"Then Mr. Yuan, my second question is, I heard that your recovery was all thanks to a magical Chinese medicinal wine, is that true?"
Yuan Yan suddenly perked up and nodded, "Indeed. And this medicinal wine is called..."
Suddenly, a melodious Chinese folk music sounded in the background, and several Chinese women in palace costumes walked up to Yuan Yanshu with trays in their hands. On the trays was...
Master Yuan stood up and introduced: "Ladies and gentlemen, what I drink is this 'magic water under Baisui Mountain'. This nutritional medicine is made from dozens of precious medicinal materials and is made using our traditional Seris craftsmanship... Taking it regularly can improve the body's immunity."
"To thank the citizens of New York and the American people for their concern for me, the Centennial Company will soon sell the magic water in major cities across the United States. One bottle is only $9.98."
"Yes, you heard it right. It's not 998 or 99.8 but... 9.98!"
He pointed at the porcelain bottle on the tray and made an advertisement in a deep and rich voice. He turned this press conference into a product launch!
However, his health is not very good now, so after saying a few advertising slogans, he sat down and took a few deep breaths.
"Wow, is it really only $9.98? I think all Americans are looking forward to the advent of the magic water just like me. So Mr. Yuan, my last question is who is your doctor?"
"My doctor is..."
The tune of the backstage band changed and the BGM turned into "Yingxianle".
"The Dao can be entrusted to Mr. Jinxiu Wen!"
Following the rhythm of the BGM, an old man in Taoist costume walked out from the backstage calmly and elegantly.
The appearance of the genius doctor Wen Caihua this time instantly conquered everyone present. He had white hair and beard, and was wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, a bun on his head... um, a bun, and straw sandals on his feet, dressed like a Taoist master; his radiant and restrained face was solemn and calm, and he was clearly a man who had attained enlightenment; finally, his every step, every move, and every gesture was full of a special charm, which was pleasing to the eye.
It can be said that he has an immortal air and a strong Taoist character; he has white hair and a childlike face!
Even the creator of Dr. Wen, our Master Yuan, nodded secretly in his heart. The effect of the intensive training given to him by the famous Guangdong opera actors in Chinatown was really good.
