Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 224: What a Trouble
Subtitle of this chapter: If you are a charlatan, you must stay like that until the end
The Japanese are easily startled. They left before I even finished speaking.
But if I ask them to stay, my dignity will be ruined, and I will be at a disadvantage when they try to blackmail me.
When our Master Yuan was thinking of ways to retain them , Lieutenant Colonel Isoroku Yamamoto, on whom he had placed "high hopes", spoke up.
"Eight Cents" looked at Yuan Yanshu thoughtfully, and suddenly bowed again... Hey, the Japanese are so polite.
"Mr. Yuan, since you have made this inference, you must have a way to deal with it. Please tell us!"
After hearing what he said, the other two Japanese golds also looked at the great military advisor Yuan expectantly.
"Mr. Yamamoto, this..." Well, since the other person has taken the initiative to ask for advice, should I be more reserved?
Yuan Yanshu put his hands behind his back, frowned and looked very distressed. His whole posture seemed to be saying "Come and beg me", "Come and beg me", "Come and beg me"... Really, why does he need three men, Japanese at least, to beg him?
Nomura and Inoue also came back, bent down and bowed deeply, saying: "Mr. Yuan, please!"
"Three, three, what are you doing?"
"Please get up, please get up, please get up quickly!"
"Sit down, sit down, sit down first and I'll talk."
Our Master Yuan came to make friends, so a little bit of control would be enough. So he persuaded the three neon golds to sit on the sofa again.
"Actually, I really don't have any solution, but..." He spread his hands and said helplessly: "Since you think of me as a master of membrane removal... huh?!"
The country of Japan is so evil that even the word "friend" is so evil.
Yuan Yan swallowed her saliva and said, "Since you all asked so sincerely, I have a rough idea."
"Mr. Yuan, what do you think?"
Yuan Yan suddenly pointed at Mr. Chandler again and asked in a serious tone: "Uri, you are the only American citizen here. Please tell us whether you want your American government to pressure Britain and Japan to abandon their military alliance, or support the just cause of the Irish people?"
"Mr. Justice" really thought about it seriously for a while, and answered very seriously: "Gentlemen, seriously. I personally think that the Anglo-Japanese Alliance will definitely become an obstacle to the future of America. It's just... my conscience tells me that I should support the Irish people."
"clatter!"
Our Master Yuan snapped his fingers and said, "Gentlemen, this is what I think..."
He looked at the confused looks of the Japanese and continued to explain: "In fact, the vast majority of American people are kind, just and noble, just like Mr. Chandler. Moreover, they do not have such an outstanding strategic vision as our Major Chandler."
Yuan Yan suddenly revealed a fanatical expression and said loudly: "The key point is that the United States of America is a model of democracy and a beacon of freedom among all nations in the world today!"
"I firmly believe that as long as public opinion supports the Irish people, the US government will listen to the people's call and choose justice!"
"So, my idea is to incite... well, inspire public opinion. Of course, I haven't figured out how to inspire public opinion yet. It can only be said that this is an immature idea, not a feasible solution..."
"Neo, do you really believe in what you call a model of democracy and a beacon of freedom?"
At this time, Lord Fool and Lord Justice had already seen off the three Japanese golds. The two of them stood side by side in front of the window, holding a glass of whiskey in their hands and watching the Japanese downstairs drive away.
"Hahaha, Yuri, what do you think?" Master Yuan turned his head and asked with a smile.
"You..." Mr. Chandler shook his head and said with a sarcastic smile, "Of course you don't believe it."
The fool neither admitted nor denied it, but asked, "So do you believe it?"
"Me?" Lord Justice lit up his cigarette, took a deep puff and said, "I believed it originally. I still believed it a little after returning from Europe, but now..."
Yuan Yan suddenly thought to herself, if someone with such a strong sense of justice like you saw your seniors MacArthur and Patton suppressing your comrades in World War I in 1932, it would be very likely that you would immediately defect to the Red Russia or the Third Reich.
By the way, you can make friends with the Japanese emperor. This guy is only good at fighting, definitely not as good as his showmanship, and his character flaws are very obvious. It is absolutely "appropriate" for him to be the commander of the Far East Army.
Master Yuan casually asked, "Yuri, what do you believe in now?"
"Hmm..." Mr. Chandler fell into deep thought. After a while, he said in a low voice: "I have been asking myself this question until I met you..."
He suddenly raised his head and asked seriously, "Mr. Yuan, what do you believe in? Or what do you want me and the Arcanas of the SCP Foundation to believe?"
"Um……"
Julian took out the tarot cards from his pocket, his eyes flashing with an unknown meaning as he said, "Mr. Yuan, I guess you must have put a lot of thought into this that night, right? Not only did you print these tarot cards in advance, you should have also placed some narcotics like Aphrodisiac in the room, right? That's why we fell into your trap so easily..."
It turns out that recruiting younger brothers is not that easy!
Yuan Yanshu's expression remained unchanged, but his mind was racing. The former Army major in front of him not only came from an intellectual family, but was also an outstanding student who could enter West Point Military Academy. His IQ was definitely not higher than his own... well, maybe even a little higher.
Moreover, he had experienced life and death in the European battlefield, and his mind was much more mature than those greenhouse flowers such as Louis Baker, John McCall and Helen Brown, not to mention the crazy and crazy Mr. Craftsman and Frankenstein Tesla.
And if we use "science" to explain what happened that night, it does make sense. Just like he said, as long as you arrange it properly, it is not difficult to create such an effect.
So when he came to his senses, he would of course feel that he had been fooled.
So how would someone like him feel and react if he felt he had been fooled?
Lord Justice held the bulge on his waist with one hand. Needless to say, it was his M191. At the same time, he gritted his teeth and asked word by word: "My Lord Fool, what do you want from us?"
"Master Ball..."
Our Master Yuan smiled and pointed outside the window and said, "My Lord Justice, is this also something I arranged in advance?"
Julian looked outside and saw a horse-drawn cart carrying vegetables passing by downstairs, but otherwise there was nothing unusual.
"What do you mean..." he turned around and asked warily.
The fool waved his right hand, and something appeared in his hand...
