Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 45 Conservatives
Subtitle of this chapter: A rare opportunity to buy at the bottom
I don’t know whether it’s because of his down-to-earth, honest, diligent and serious nature, or because he was frightened by the stock market crash at the end of the next year, but Yan Mou, the second son of the Yuan family, has been a conservative all his life.
Throughout his life, he was only willing to invest in the real economy, that is, industry and real estate, so he was able to support his entire family in Shanghai with the little ancestral inheritance left behind, and later on there were even signs of a comeback.
This healthy investment philosophy has been implemented by Hongtu Gong (his name) all the time. As the saying goes, God will not let down those who work hard. Yuan Yanmou, who has been cautious all his life, finally waited for a golden opportunity thirty years later. If he didn't come to buy at a low price, he would be sorry for the ancestors of the Yuan family! So he spent all his savings to buy two factories and several houses at a low price, and jumped from the bourgeoisie to a big capitalist...
Forget it. After all, his second brother is more reliable than his father.
The Master Ball flashed for a while before saying, "Okay. But... it's just a suggestion."
Just this sentence was enough. Yuan Yan suddenly picked up the golden pen and wrote two letters carefully.
The first one was naturally a reply to his father. First of all, he complimented Mr. Yuan's investment talent in the letter; secondly, he asked for money. Anyway, the money would not make a sound if it was thrown into the stock market, so it would be better to send it to himself so that he could live a good life in New York. So he asked for a tuition fee of 1,600 US dollars.
He then wrote that since his family was planning to develop in Shanghai in the future and he would return to China after completing his studies next year, a Shikumen house was too small, so he might as well consider buying a bigger house.
I wrote those ten words at the end as a reminder.
At that time, it was common for gentry from Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions like the Yuan family to own real estate in Shanghai. This was not simply for investment, but to provide a place to stay when seeking refuge in Shanghai during times of war.
The second letter was to his younger brother. In this letter, Yuan Yanshu wrote with deep emotion that he, as the eldest brother, had not been at home for many years due to his studies and had not fulfilled his responsibilities as the eldest son. In order to express his shame and gratitude, if the two elders had any unspeakable problems in the future, he would take less of the inheritance.
Second brother, you are married and have children. You also have younger brothers and sisters at home, so you can't stay in the countryside. You naturally have to study in Shanghai. How can such a large family live in one house in Shanghai? Besides, the family is prosperous, so why don't you and mother persuade father to buy a big house, and when he passes away in the future, this big house will belong to you. In order to show his sincerity, he took the initiative to propose that the house can be registered in the name of his younger brother, and he would never say no. This letter is used as a witness.
As a resident of the Demon City who had personally experienced demolition, Yuan Hongjian had seen many brothers and sisters, and even parents and children, turn against each other and go to court for houses and compensation. It would be better to write about such things clearly. With the extremely pitfall system of the Master Ball, Yuan Yanshu, who had originally been confident that he could become a master from the pavilion, had to prepare for a rainy day.
After all, ordinary people are ordinary people. He thought about having his own house in Shanghai in the future and becoming a landlord so that he would never have to worry about food and drink.
After writing the two letters, Yuan Yan, exhausted, threw herself on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Yuan Yanshu started attending school at NYU again these days. There is no way. In the days without the Internet, no one would believe that you could write a paper behind closed doors. Apart from other things, where did those indexes come from? Could it be that the author still remembers the detailed sources of all the references?
So he would show up in Professor Adams and Professor Chandler's classes whenever he had time, and after class he would go to their offices to smoke cigarettes, chat, and ask them questions they were good at, or he would go to the NYU library to pretend to be diligent. In any case, the teachers and classmates around him finally confirmed that this yellow man was really writing a paper.
In addition to this new habit, he now has another habit of taking some time to read carefully whenever he passes by a newsstand or bookstore.
Our Master Yuan currently has a book related to anarchism, a "famous" novel in Armenian, a poem "Above the Moon", a women's novel on food, and the book "Territory of Jerusalem" related to "insects".
That anarchist book would never be published in the foreseeable future, not even for free like Fifty Shades of Grey. The Armenian novel was out of the question. Above the Moon was even less of a topic. Only the last two books could be submitted.
However, Yuan Yan suddenly discovered something embarrassing: it was really not easy to be a fledgling writer in 1920. The biggest obstacle for him was the lack of copiers and printers!
For modern physical novel writers, even if they don't have an email account, they can just print dozens of copies, hand them over to the courier, and wait for news at home. But he only had one manuscript, and he used B coins to exchange it from the Master Ball. Although it wasn't very expensive, these two novels still used up all his balance.
So our Master Yuan could not submit the same manuscript to multiple publications, but he was not familiar with the American publishing industry. In the end, this lazy man came up with a lazy way. He submitted the revised food-themed female novel to New York University Press through the introduction of Professor Owen Adams.
As a scholar, whether it was 1920 or 2017, he preferred to be in the academic circle, where even if the people were bad, they were relatively "simple". In addition, he was a student at New York University and had the introduction of professors on campus, so it was not easy for him to cause trouble.
It's not that Yuan Yanshu thinks the worst of people, but the discrimination of white people against people of color in 1920 was too blatant. What if someone finds out that he is Chinese and has some crooked ideas, colluding with other authors to insist that this novel is plagiarized... Even if he really doesn't care, because it really wasn't written by him, wouldn't it be like not being able to eat mutton but getting into trouble?
It was just that for the book "Jerusalem Territory", he had been browsing bookstores and newsstands for several days, but still didn't know where to submit it. Could it be that a novel that consumed so many insect eggs and cost 100B coins was a waste?
"Hey, do you want to buy it or not?"
Yuan Yan, who was standing in front of the newsstand, glanced at the newsstand owner and thought to herself that he was really looking down on people. He didn't even call a yellow man like me "sir". No wonder he sold this kind of newspaper.
Without saying a word, he took out a coin from his pocket and threw it to the newsstand owner, then took out a tabloid from the stall. The paper quality was so poor that it was not even printed in lead but mimeographed.
Not only is the quality of this newspaper questionable, the articles in it are even more appalling, all of them promoting racism and conservatism. This is not just ordinary racism and conservatism, but New England racism and Puritan conservatism. In other words, the publisher and target audience of this newspaper are all true descendants of the Mayflower...or it would be more accurate to call them "living fossils of the Mayflower."
In fact, the name of this newspaper is "The Conservatives".
