Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 219 The Original Sect
Subtitle of this chapter: Who is the second Neon Gold? Guess hard!
"But Mr. Yuan, please rest assured that this is just a private banquet and has nothing to do with the state affairs of our country."
Inoue Narumi said this naturally because Sino-Japanese relations have been very tense recently due to the Qingdao issue.
"Hahaha..." Yuan Yanshu naturally didn't "mind" at all. Instead, she laughed and said, "Mr. Inoue is too kind. I'm just an international student. How can I influence national affairs?"
Inoue Narumi said sincerely, " Mr. Yuan is too modest. My colleagues and I believe that as long as you return to China, whether you develop in politics or academia, you will become a very important figure in your country."
Although this sentence may sound like flattery, if I could really go back to my country and do something big, it would not only be of great importance, but would also destroy the balance...
"Pika Pika."
Our Master Yuan smiled and said nothing, swallowing the flattery in one gulp. This surprised "It's Trash Anyway" a little.
When he saw Yuan Yanshu wearing pure Chinese clothes and a shaved head, he thought that this Chinese was demonstrating to him. As a Japanese, he would not agree, but he could understand it. It was not impossible for a talented young student to take this opportunity to humiliate them.
So he deliberately put on a low profile, and his words were also meant to please. After all, he was now a diplomat, not a naval officer, and he was supposed to have good relations with important figures in other countries. As for the Japanese, this was one of the things they were best at.
However, this Chinese man did not speak in a sharp tone. Instead, he was humble and peaceful, behaving very much like a traditional oriental intellectual.
Now that I have said that he will become a "big shot" in the future, this person should either be extremely terrified or try his best to decline the offer, but he looks exactly as he should.
The combination of the weird and strange dress, the polite manners, and the undisguised ambitions made Inoue Narumi think of three words. Of course, it was not a psychopath, but...
Yuan Yan suddenly changed the topic to a more relaxed one: "Mr. Inoue, do you have any research on detective novels?"
"Ah, it can't be called research, it's just a hobby. But how did Mr. Yuan know about it?" Inoue Narumi asked in surprise.
Master Yuan smiled and said, "I have a friend who is studying in Japan. He knew I wanted to learn Japanese, so he sent me a few Japanese-edition Western novels. Among them was the Sherlock Holmes Stories translated by Mr. Inoue Narumi. I found that your English is quite fluent, and I couldn't help but think that Mr. Inoue might be you?"
The other party said somewhat embarrassedly: "This is just a random work I wrote back then. I didn't expect it to be appreciated by a literary master like you, Mr. Yuan..."
Yes, Inoue Shigemi was a top student. He graduated with the second-highest score in the military academy, which was the dream of all Japanese youths at that time. His English was also very good, and he translated several Sherlock Holmes books during his university years.
In fact, these days, senior officers in the military systems of Western countries are almost all intellectuals. Japan, which is bent on "de-Europeanization and Eurasia", is very enthusiastic about learning advanced Western experience, and as a result, it has come up with the extremely bizarre "hammock number" system.
This thing is really a system that uses exams to determine a person's fate and even a country's destiny.
The "Father of the Japanese Navy" Yamamoto Gonbei invented the "hammock number" system to break down prejudices and ensure that only the best people were appointed. However, the Japanese rigid style and the habit of seniority made it a ridiculous thing.
In short, the person with the first hammock number in the same batch must either retire from active service, or his rank must not be lower than that of the person with the last hammock number. So one of the main reasons why the Japanese lost the Pacific War was that Ozawa Jisaburo, who was the most suitable person to be the commander of the Combined Fleet, was born too late (the same batch as Inoue Shigemi) and his academic performance was too poor (he was the 45th when he graduated).
In the end, Jisaburo Ozawa didn't dare to promote himself to admiral, because then all the admirals before him could not stay in the navy. So the reason why Inoue Shigemi became the last admiral of the Japanese Navy was to make way for Jisaburo Ozawa!
The top student said with great admiration: "But I am just a translator. Mr. Yuan, who wrote "Di Gong An", is truly the first oriental detective novelist! When I read "Di Gong An", on the one hand, I was immersed in the twists and turns of the plot, and on the other hand, I could truly feel the elegance of the prosperous Tang Dynasty..."
"I really admire the fact that the popular detective genre and serious historical themes can be combined so seamlessly!"
Oh, I didn’t expect that this guy is my soulmate.
By the way, Neon Jin also likes detective novels. Later, a group of "honkaku school" writers represented by Edogawa Ranpo and Shimada Soji emerged. Then I must get involved, and be the "father of the honkaku school"!
And there is really no psychological burden in plagiarizing the Japanese.
Our Master Yuan made such a happy decision in his heart, but he sighed and said, "What a pity..."
Inoue Chengmei couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Yuan, what's the pity?"
He said with regret, "It's a pity that my Japanese is not very good, otherwise I would like to write a few detective novels in Japanese."
The other party was surprised and delighted and said: "Mr. Yuan actually has such great ambitions. This is truly a great event in the Japanese cultural community! It doesn't matter that your Japanese is not good..."
Yes, that's right. Give me a... uh, a dozen Japanese "teachers" please!
Inoue Chengmei patted her chest and said, "If Mr. Yuan doesn't mind, I can teach you."
Nonsense, of course I despise it!
"Hehehe..." Yuan Yan laughed dryly and said, "How can I have the nerve to trouble a diplomat like you? How about..."
The other party said: "Why don't we talk about this later, we're here!"
They had indeed arrived at their destination, the Consulate General of Japan in New York.
The car drove into the courtyard, but did not stop in front of the main building, but in an auxiliary building next to it. When the two got out of the car, someone went in to pass the message.
So they didn't have to wait long before they saw two Japanese girls walking out, wearing suits instead of uniforms like Inoue Narumi.
The handsome middle-aged man walking in front had a mustache and a short crew cut, and looked to be in his early 40s. Apart from being a little short, he looked pretty good, and his gestures exuded a strong sense of gentlemanliness with a Western flavor.
When he came to Yuan Yanshu, he bowed 90 degrees and said in fluent Chinese: "I am the first-class military attaché of the Empire of Japan to the United States...."
