Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 51 Making Friends
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Yuan Yan suddenly said with a guilty look: "So it's too slow for me to get a degree step by step. I hope you can understand..."
“Snap! Snap! Snap!”
Our Master Yuan stole a glance and was delighted. It turned out that when he raised his voice, those students could hear him. Look, what good comrades... well, gentlemen, they were all moved to tears by his patriotic enthusiasm.
He looked around in bewilderment, and it took him a while to react. Yuan Yan suddenly stood up again, and with an even more excited look than before, he bowed to express his gratitude to the students who were applauding even more enthusiastically than before.
When the applause died down, Vice President Conant stood up, patted Yuan Yanshu on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Yuan, I am looking forward to your doctoral thesis. Don't forget to send me a copy when you get it."
Master Yuan showed a reserved smile on his face and said politely: "It's my honor..."
“A-choo!”
Yuan Yan, who was standing on the dock and looking at the departing cruise ship, was suddenly blown by the sea breeze and couldn't help but sneeze loudly. When he took out his handkerchief, he also took out a small note written in beautiful handwriting.
He came to the dock to see Ms. Tang off. Even if the business failed, there was still righteousness. However, Ms. Tang Baokun couldn't help herself and left him a mailing address.
Our Master Yuan wiped his nose with a handkerchief, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, and his hands suddenly loosened, letting the note fly to the Atlantic Ocean with the biting sea breeze.
A man should make decisions when he needs to. If he procrastinates, he is not a hero.
He turned around and saw the Chinese students who came to see him off were dispersing in twos and threes. After all, she was the daughter of the former prime minister, so whether they were familiar with her or not, they would always come over to make themselves known.
Yuan Yan strode over and greeted the familiar faces with a smile on her face: "Xiangzi, Xiao Yang and... Xiao Lu, are you leaving too?"
Xiao Yang, who looks like a steamed bun, was the first to respond sarcastically: "We are not leaving. We are staying here to enjoy the wind." (Translation: We are not leaving. We are staying here to enjoy the wind.)
Our Master Yuan laughed and said without any concern: "Xiao Yang, you still talk so boastfully."
He bowed to the three of them and said, "I apologize for offending you a few days ago. Please forgive me, brothers."
President Yuan patted his chest and said, "I won't waste any more time. Today's lunch is mine, brothers. Whether we play eight or sixteen laps is up to you."
After hearing this, the three poker partners finally softened their faces. How could a playboy be so cunning?
Camel Xiangzi ran up and put his hand on Yuan Yanshu's shoulder, smiling happily, "I told you that President Yuan is not so cunning and will not forget us brothers."
The Six-Fingered Demon rolled his eyes, touched his nose and snorted softly, but in the end he did not say no.
"Very good, what do you want to eat today?"
"What else is there to talk about? Steak."
"Don't you get tired of eating steak all the time? We Chinese just want to eat Chinese food.. "
President Yuan felt a bit uncomfortable this morning. Not only did his back and waist ache, but his feet were also a bit weak. He also caught a cold and his nose was blocked. It seemed that the angelica bark was not strong enough. So he walked to Xiao Yang's Shengjian inconspicuously, lowered his voice and deliberately asked in Shanghainese: "Xiao Yang, do you know where I can buy it from Alibaba?"...Liuwei Dihuang Pills?"
Ever since our Master Yuan taught Professor Chandler in his class that “If you don’t flap your wings for three years, you will soar into the sky; if you don’t crow for three years, you will start to roar as a surprise”, his relationship with his American classmates has gradually become warmer.
The so-called interpersonal relationship actually depends on your mentality. If you have a good mentality, you can make friends with anyone, whether they are Chinese or foreigners.
When the original Yuan Yanshu was studying at Hujiang University in Shanghai, what he saw every day were the arrogant foreign soldiers stationed in China in the concession and the warships of the great powers running rampant on the Huangpu River. It was hard not to have the complicated emotions that the Chinese in the Republic of China period had when facing Westerners.
Some people, like Yuan Yanshu's father, just couldn't get over it, and knowing that they were powerless, they had to pretend not to see it, just like an ostrich burying its head deep in the sand pile of "old papers".
Of course, this is what the old-school people do. The new-school people can't catch up with the next life of being a foreigner, and now there is no plastic surgery technology to change to a white skin, so they try their best to be a banana person in this life.
The more troublesome ones are people like Yuan Yanshu. They don't want to deceive themselves, but they still have a little national self-esteem; they want to integrate into Western society, but they know in their hearts that foreigners look down on them; they don't want to be an "inferior race", but they just don't have the confidence to do so. As a result, they are at a loss as to what to do, and finally they can only huddle together with their compatriots in the United States thousands of miles away for warmth.
In fact, the above-mentioned mentalities still exist in the hearts of many Chinese people decades later.
The new version of Yuan Yanshu is a genuine post-90s generation. Most of this generation, unlike their ancestors and parents, have never experienced hard times; nor do they have a very specific impression of the pain of social transformation, unlike those born in the 70s and 80s. Instead, during their teenage years when they were establishing their worldviews, they watched the enemy rot day by day, until it seemed that they could only wait for the little mustache to come to power; at the same time, they saw us getting better day by day, until the stars and the sea seemed to be an achievable ideal. Although in the eyes of some people they are brainwashed little pinks from the Rabbit Bar, they are really a new generation of Chinese people who do not carry the heavy burden of history.
So when he faced the foreigners, he could at least look them in the eye. In addition, he was a time traveler , and he naturally had a sense of superiority as a person at the bottom of history. When he communicated with the foreigners, he was not afraid at all and was very relaxed, and those jokes about later generations came one after another.
Well, those jokes finally don’t require the Master Ball system to unlock permissions.
The amazing thing is that this kind of Chinese people actually aroused the curiosity and goodwill of his classmates who were from the elite class. It was like a Chinese college student met an African student , who not only spoke fluent Chinese and treated everyone as a brother, but also learned and applied Chinese popular culture... That's probably how it felt.
The person he got along best with was Mr. Louis Baker, the grandson of a big Wall Street banker.
