Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 2 Department of Political Science and Economics
Subtitle of this chapter: My friend Xu Zhimo
No, this is not right!
The loud noise on Wall Street always makes Yuan Yan feel something is wrong. It is 1920, not 2001, nor 2017, ninety-seven years later. The golden Arabian Saints of the future have not yet drunk the black dirty water, and can't even afford to wear the bronze saint clothes. How can they come to North America to challenge New Rome?
Suddenly, a very famous game CG flashed in his mind. The Kirov airship that covered the sky and the sun jumped over the top of the Statue of Liberty... Yuan Yan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Could it be that he had traveled to some strange timeline?
He immediately asked, "Qi Sen, is there any news from outside?"
If Comrade Yuri comes to New York in person, should I offer myself to him or run as far as possible?
"Oh, people on the street say it was done by anarchists. They put explosives on a red carriage and parked it on the side of Wall Street. It is said that hundreds of people died... It's a blessing in disguise. If we had arrived earlier, we might have been crushed to pieces!"
If Yuan Yanshu hadn’t had the memory of his great-great-great-uncle, he really wouldn’t have known that “Anarchism” actually doesn’t mean selling inflatable dolls, but is the transliteration of anarchism… They are indeed the remnants of the First International, so (still pronounced with the first tone here) cruel and crazy!
Well, although the spiritual leader and theoretical master of the anarchists is also a bald Russian with a goatee, Comrade Peter Alexevich Kropotkin and his followers are much easier to deal with than Comrade Yuri. Yuan Yanshu, who is in the heart of capitalism and the eldest son of a landlord family, can finally rest assured.
Then he began to look at Xu Xisen curiously.This famous figure in later generations. It must be said that Huang Lei is much more handsome than him. He has a rectangular face, a high forehead, a big nose, an old-fashioned middle-parted hair, and wears old-fashioned round-frame glasses. His face can only be regarded as delicate at best.
The other party felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, so he asked, "Brother Hongjian, what are you doing..."
"Haha..." Yuan Yan suddenly realized that she had lost her composure. She laughed and forced a change of subject, "I heard that you are going to England next?"
"Although my family wants me to continue studying at Columbia University, I still want to go to Cambridge to study seriously with Master Bertrand Russell." Xu Xisen brought a plate with milk sandwiches and medicine on it, walked to the bed and said, "Brother Hongjian, you must be hungry too. Come, eat something first and then take the medicine."
Yuan Yanshu, who was really feeling a little hungry, took the sandwich and bit into it. As he ate, he thought to himself, yes, yes, you call me "the Voltaire of the 20th century".", it can be seen that he admires her very much, not to mention that he can see the April Day in the World who is traveling around Europe with his father when he goes to England.no.
Although she secretly criticized him in her heart, after getting to know him, Yuan Yan suddenly felt that although he was not as good-looking as Huang Lei and...herself, he had good character and could be called a man of temperament. A man of temperament is like this, when he loves, he wants to dig out his own heart, and when he doesn't love, he wants to dig out the other person's heart.
So should I remind him not to take an airplane in the future?
Yuan Yanshu continued, "No amount of money can buy me... Well, everyone has their own aspirations. It is a blessing and a good thing for you, Qisen, to pursue your ideals and truth."
Although you died young, it is not a bad thing that you left a beautiful and splendid mark in the history as a master and a passionate person of the Republic of China. Anyway, you are definitely better than my great-great-uncle...well, myself.
The two chatted for a while. It was getting dark outside and police cars could be heard passing by from time to time. The small apartment that Yuan Yanshu rented was in Brooklyn, but not far from Manhattan Island. It seemed that this was also the place that the NYPD paid special attention to after the bombing.
"Hey, it's so late. You should go back quickly, Aishen, or there will be no subway."
"How can this be? Of course I have to stay and take care of you."
"Qi Sen, you are too polite!" Yuan Yan got out of bed and stretched her body regardless of the other party's attempt to stop her. She then jumped a few times on the spot to show that she was fine.
Then he pointed to a room that was no more than 10 square meters and had only a bed, a cupboard, a table, a chair, and a sofa, and said, "Even if I want to keep you, there is no place for you to sleep."
"Well... okay then." The other party finally gave in, "I'll come see you tomorrow afternoon."
"Sure, sure."
After bidding farewell to "my friend Xu Zhimo" who must appear in "Memoirs of Yuan Yanshu", Yuan Yanshu sat on the sofa in the house like Ge You, feeling a bit complicated. This time travel was not in vain, as soon as he came here, he met a famous person and master in the Republic of China, and he even called him a brother... Yes, this brother Xu Sen is Xu Zhimo, but he is not called by this name now, and still uses his original name Zhang Yu. Zhimo is the name he will change after he goes to the UK next year.
So a person's name is very important. If you want to cause trouble with the household registration department, and use uncommon characters such as "垿" and "槱", people won't even be able to pronounce your name, so how can you become famous? In the future, I will also choose a pen name that is simple, easy to read and meaningful, such as 28-stroke student (the three characters of Yuan Yanshu have too many strokes to count).
Alas, as the saying goes, people with the same destiny have different fates. Others can easily switch careers to become writers, while I still have to work hard in the economics circle.
This unfortunate economics department!
Thinking of this, Yuan Yan suddenly felt very angry. Why didn’t his great-great-uncle learn from the real masters of the Republic of China?
Since you are going abroad to study, you should naturally study Dunhuang manuscripts, read the Yongle Encyclopedia, and look for documents of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, or learn Mongolian, Tibetan, or Sanskrit. If you feel that these are not enough to fool Western sinologists, then you can learn from Master Hu Shizhi and study pre-Qin history. Anyway, there is no Xia, Shang, or Zhou dynasty dating project nowadays.
Does that mean a master of Chinese studies is not a master? You must be a master of economics. Can the general public understand you?
Why is my great-great-uncle so stupid that he has to study political economy... Since you have chosen it, you should study it well.
However, Yuan Hongjian's great-great-great-uncle Yuan Yanshu traveled across the ocean to the United States to study economics. Like most Chinese intellectuals at the time, he had the ambition to save the country by using his expertise (such as military, education, finance, railways, industry, agriculture, Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, mahjong, and other methods).
He wanted to become a modern Guanzi, so he made an in-depth study of the brothel industry in the United States in recent years, which delayed his university courses. Now he can't even get a master's degree, which is a waste of the academic pedigree of their Yuan family.
Not only did she fail to obtain a master's degree, but Yuan Yanshu also had to lie to her family, saying that she was studying for a PhD... Now she is trying to figure out how to end this.
In another ten years, the technical bureaucrats in the Nanjing government who are in charge of economics are all PhD students who studied in the United States, and they are all from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. The circle of students who studied in the United States is not large, and there are even fewer people studying economics in New York. With such a diploma, and being familiar with others, it is really too easy to get a job by relying on the friendship between classmates and fellow townsmen.
Yuan Hongjian wouldn't have to travel through time to press the coffin lid for his great-great-great-great-great-grandfather.
