Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 197: Doctor Wen
Subtitle of this chapter: The Taoist goes down the mountain and into the sea
"Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to my personal doctor: Dr. Wen from China!"
Yuan Yan suddenly saw the reporters below stretching out their arms at the same time. He raised his hands and pressed them down, saying, "I know everyone wants to ask questions to Dr. Wen, but he doesn't speak English, so I'll ask for him."
In fact, Wen Jinxiu is not a fool. After living in America for so many years, he can still speak a few sentences of daily English. But Master Yuan felt that if he spoke, he would be exposed, so he simply created a character who could only speak Chinese.
In his words, Doctor Wenshen was in the 20th year of Daoguang in the Qing Dynasty, which was 1840. Yes, that was the year when the evil British colonial empire brazenly beat... well, invaded the Qing Dynasty for the evil opium business.
His father resolutely went to Sanyuanli to fight against the British invaders, but unfortunately died heroically. His mother, who had just given birth to him, also passed away after hearing the bad news. Fortunately, a Taoist temple took in this war orphan.
Why not take advantage of the opportunity to tell the story of the great doctor Wen Shi to give the bulls some eye drops and at the same time arouse the American people's hatred of the common enemy?
Not only did the young Taoist priest survive, he also learned superb medical skills in the temple. Then he went down the mountain, then he went down... well, across the sea, and then he started practicing medicine . The magic water was a pure natural health product he created to enhance human functions.
Of course, besides being a doctor, he is also a Taoist priest. He always likes quietness and does not like ostentation. If Yuan Yanshu had not invited him to be here today, he would not care about this little bit of fame. So if you want to see Doctor Wen, you have to make an appointment.
As for whether the appointment can be made, it depends on whether the patient has a liking for him.
You see, this means that only the historical figures that our Master Yuan can find using the Master Ball search engine are "qualified" to consult.
While he was introducing himself, Doctor Wen sat in his seat like a wooden sculpture or clay figurine, displaying the calm and composed attitude of a hermit who is not easily disturbed by fame or disgrace.
After Master Yuan finished speaking, he stood up, bowed to the people below the stage, waved his sleeves, and floated away under the spotlight.
I have to say that Mr. Wen Jinxiu has a strong learning ability.
"We will leave an appointment number for Dr. Wen later. Patients who need it can apply by phone. Okay, this gentleman can ask questions now."
Mr. Sanders, an "old friend" whom Master Yuan met two days ago, stood up and said, "Hello, Mr. Yuan. I'm from The New York Times."
Then he raised his voice with a serious expression and a tone that was not polite at all: "My first question is, what do you think about your innocent imprisonment?"
Look at his professional attitude. He said he was polite but he was really polite. His attitude was very impolite, but he was very polite and made a ball for Master Yuan. He also added "innocent imprisonment".
So Yuan Yan smiled and said, "I personally think this is a misunderstanding. In fact, I understand the anxious style of American judicial personnel in handling cases. After all, they have taken over a difficult case, faced with extremely vicious criminals, and have been under great pressure from public opinion. Their working style is a bit rough, but their original intention is good. So..."
"I forgive them!"
What else can he do if he doesn't forgive the NYPD and BOI? Will he really file an administrative lawsuit? Will he get compensation after filing a lawsuit?
Is this also simply impossible for a Chinese person?
Even Vice President Coolidge had let the vice president know, and the matter ended there. In exchange, although Master Yuan could not become a citizen due to the existence of the Chinese Exclusion Act, he could stay in the United States as long as he wanted as long as he did not break the law. Moreover, he could enter the United States without restrictions as a scholar in the future, and even bring a few family members with him. This was equivalent to giving him a green card in disguise, and it was an enhanced version.
America's "green card", others have to join the army, fake marriage, sit in immigration detention and become a democracy activist, but he can get it without any effort now, so naturally he would rather take it than not.
After he said that, Mr. Sanders's face looked better. He nodded and said, "Mr. Yuan is so magnanimous and is truly a model of gentleman. I have to admire him. Then my second question is, what do you think of this Democratic government?"
After receiving the second ball, Yuan Yanshu wanted to scold the Democrats, but he knew that he couldn't go too far. After all, he couldn't drastically change the main historical trend. The Republican Party and its liberal economic policies could not cope with the economic crisis in the late 1920s. After the Great Depression, the Democrats were still likely to come to power.
Well, even if Master Yuan really kills the Democratic Party, according to the American political landscape, there will still be a political party that will compete with the Republican Party. It would be better to let history proceed on the track he is familiar with.
So he turned his attention to the British, saying that the stupid and blind Democratic Party and the simple and kind American people were deceived by the cunning and treacherous bulls, and that in fact the British Empire was the root of all evil in the world today...
"I protest! I strongly protest! I want to protest against such false attacks on behalf of the British government and the British people!"
The host John had to stand up and shout: "Sir, it's not your turn to speak yet, please sit down!"
The reporter with a thick British accent ignored him and shouted directly to Master Yuan: "I am a reporter for The Times in New York. Mr. Yuan, you are slandering me blatantly! Although I can understand that you are from an uncivilized country, you still have to be responsible for your words in our civilized world!"
Hearing what he said, Mr. McCall became even more unhappy and said to the NYU school workers: "Come here, kick him out..."
"Wait, John!" Yuan Yan suddenly raised his hand to stop his lawyer. He slowly stood up and stared at the British man in his forties, then laughed out loud, "Hahahaha..."
"Uncivilized country... civilized world... responsible... hahahaha, I really heard that."
I haven't officially started to cause trouble for you, but you jumped out first, and you jumped out at this point in time.
My hands have been thirsty for a long time...
Hey, hey, hey, of course it’s a slap in the face, not anything else!
