Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 222 Eight Kana
Subtitle of this chapter: Wail, foolish mortals.
"Hahaha……"
Our Master Yuan stood up and laughed loudly, breaking the awkward atmosphere in the room. He waved at the three stunned Neon Golds and said, "Gentlemen, let's not have any meal, why don't we go to my house..."
“Hit the sack, HU!”
"Eight, eight, eight Kana!"
"Eng, eng ...
"Yoshi. Yamamoto-san, you are such a great card player!"
This old guy is worthy of being called a gambling master who is banned from entering the casino. He is even so good at playing mahjong.
"Yuan Sang, you are so nice here!"
Eating Japanese food is not as loving as playing Chinese food. As a yellow race in Greater East Asia, Mahjong is the only one who can bring men closer together the fastest, except for girls.
After playing a few rounds of cards, the four of them were already speaking a mixture of Chinese, Japanese and English.
The three neon golds, like his three card partners, showed extremely strong emotions towards Master Yuan's mahjong parlor... well, literary salon opened on the Hudson River. Well, only Orientals can understand what this means.
It’s probably similar to how Americans would feel a hundred years later when they see that Haagen-Dazs has become a high-end food in a certain Eastern country.
In short, they were having a great time and at the same time looked at Yuan Yanshu with a higher regard.
As senior intellectuals, they all understand that the Chinese are actually exporting culture.
After playing four rounds of mahjong, the three Japanese had a general impression of Master Yuan: his dress was so strange, his words and deeds were so abrupt, his demeanor was so free and easy, and his appearance was so handsome... This made the three Japanese all think of three words.
Let me say it again, of course he is not a psychopath, but a... curious person like Hanano Keiji!
However, they are professional military officers and diplomats after all, and they are not really here to play mahjong.
After four rounds, Nomura Yoshisaburo picked up his wallet and shook it, saying in an exaggerated tone, "Oh, I 'm almost losing all my money. Mr. Yuan, why don't we stop here today?"
"Haha..." Yuan Yan suddenly chuckled and nodded: "Okay, then let's go to the living room to have some midnight snack and chat."
"Just what I want!"
The four of them left the game room and came to the living room. Master Yuan asked the waiter who was already a permanent member to deliver some food and drinks. Mr. Chandler happened to have nothing to do at this time, well, he really had nothing to do, so he also came here.
After he introduced both parties, the five of them started chatting while eating.
Of course, even if it is a "small talk", it is impossible to get to the point right away, you always have to warm up the atmosphere first. For example, the Chinese talked about their recent experiences, the Americans talked about what they saw and heard in the European battlefield, the three Japanese complimented the Chinese, the Americans complimented the Chinese, and the Chinese and Americans flattered the three Japanese in return...
Before long, the five men from the three countries who would later fight each other to the death looked like old friends, and both the host and the guests were happy.
As we chatted, we talked about the political articles written by Master Yuan.
Major Inoue Chengmei asked casually, "Mr. Yuan, you already knew about the Bloody Sunday incident before we even got any news. As a diplomat, I have to admit that your country's intelligence system is really amazing! But... "
Oh my, the little Japan is the little Japan after all, they are just trying to trick me.
"But I asked Mr. Luo, but he said he didn't know. May I ask where did Mr. Yuan get the information from?"
Oh, Uncle Luo is indeed a professional diplomat, he is quite tight-lipped. Oh, he didn't know about this in the first place!
"Oh, you're talking about this." Yuan Yan laughed suddenly and said vaguely, "Actually, I have a diplomat friend who was on his way to Europe. When he passed through Ireland, he learned about this incident from the locals, so he sent a telegram to..."
Well, if you tell a lie, you have to cover it up with another or several lies. It will eventually be exposed. So I should...
"I... am so stupid!" Our Master Yuan's face suddenly changed. He stood up and walked quickly around the room. Naturally, this made the four people in the hall a little confused. They thought he was sick.
Of course, he really doesn't have any disease except his menstrual period. He did this to force a change of topic and check the S value by the way.
This is New Rome, not Ancient Rome. The Ancient Romans believed that epileptics like Caesar were favored by the gods, but the New Romans and Neon Gold did not. So if I had a seizure in the middle of my speech, it would really damage my image as a neoclassical master.
"Master Ball, how many S points do I have left?"
"Host, considering that your SCP Foundation and Te's Mahjong Table are really a lie, you now have 12% of your S value that you can use... to commit suicide."
Yuan Yan, feeling relieved, finally stopped. He looked at the three neon golds with a strange look, then sighed, shook his head with a very frustrated and lonely look, and said, "I'm really an expert. I didn't even think of this."
After saying this, he sat down on the sofa, lit a cigar and started puffing. Not to mention that he could finally enjoy the feeling of nicotine.
The three Japanese looked at each other and nodded at the same time. This Chinese man was indeed a little abnormal.
After a long while, Little Chandler couldn't help but ask, "Neo, what have you thought of?"
"Hey, don't mention this." Master Yuan looked unhappy and pointed at the three naval officers and said, "I'm afraid our three Japanese friends have already thought of this. After all, this is a major event related to their country. But I..."
"It's only now that I've figured out the connection. Alas, Yuri, I'm just a stupid mortal."
The three Japanese were even more confused after hearing this. How could it be "concerning the major events of their country"? Where did the "relationship" come from? If they couldn't figure it out, they would be considered "foolish mortals"!
Nomura Kichisaburo coughed and said cautiously: "Mr. Yuan, what exactly are you talking about?"
"Ah?!" Yuan Yan suddenly raised her head in surprise and asked, "Mr. Nomura, you don't know?"
The colonel shook his head.
"Mr. Yamamoto, you don't know either?"
The lieutenant colonel shook his head.
"Mr. Inoue, you still don't know?"
The lieutenant shook his head and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Yuan, what exactly are you talking about?"
"Hakana!"
Our Master Yuan was also shaking his head, muttering to himself: "Since the Meiji Restoration, your Great Japanese Empire has been full of talents, especially in the military, where there are endless outstanding people. That's why you were able to defeat the Qing Dynasty in the First Sino-Japanese War, suppress Liaodong, and pacify Qingdao...."
"How come you didn't think about the situation in Ireland that concerns you..."
