Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 54: The Golden Apple
Chapter subtitle: I planted a seed
"Second Master, I'll help you put up the flag and then draw a face for you."
Yuan Yan waved her hand and said, "No need. How can I dance with those foreign ladies if I put up a flag? It's not comfortable to have those fancy painted faces. Besides, those foreigners don't understand. So let it be."
“Foreigners…” The three Hongmen brothers looked at each other and laughed at the same time: “Hahaha, Second Master, you are right, foreigners are foreigners!”
In fact, the word "laowai" was originally a term in Chinese drama, referring to the role of an elderly man, who usually has a full beard and white hair, so he is called "laowai".
"Brother, I'm going to fool these foreigners now, bye...bye!" Yuan Yan suddenly said a line, lifted up her costume, walked out on the stage with confidence.
"Second Master, take care."
Dressed in an outfit with Chinese elements that couldn't be more Chinese, our Master Yuan got into the car that had been prepared long ago and came to the venue of the ball - The New York Palace Hotel on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.
After getting off the car, Yuan Yan stood outside and looked at the famous Manhattan hotel. He found it very familiar. He recalled and remembered that this was one of the filming locations of the American TV series "Gossip Girl". There is really nothing good to say about this American TV series "Gossip Girl". It is just a "romantic drama" about a few rich second-generations and their parents, who are in a mess and can't figure it out in the end.
Our Master Yuan completely ignored the strange looks from others around him and followed a group of demons and ghosts to the hotel meeting hall. Before he took out the invitation to enter, he heard someone greet him.
"Neo, you're here. By the way, why didn't you bring a female companion?"
Wearing a soft cloth hat and InvernessMr. Louis Baker, who was holding a pipe in his hand, was standing at the door and saw his Chinese friend at a glance. Who told him to dress so differently?
Female companion? For such high-society dances, Yuan Yanshu would not necessarily pick up a sex worker from Chinatown as his female companion.
Our Master Yuan could only smile bitterly and change the subject: "Mr. Louis Baker, you really dressed up as the gentleman on Baker Street!"
The second generation banker's eyes lit up and he said happily: " You really recognized it..."
"Hi, Neo. What are you wearing?"
At this time, another classmate who was very familiar to both of them, Mr. John D. McCall, also came over. He was dressed a little strangely, with a piece of white cloth slung across his upper body, leather pants and leather boots on his lower body, and a wooden stick in his hand.
Yuan Yan suddenly thought, this guy is a Christian, not a XX, and he dressed up as a... well, what does a shepherd mean? He looked aside and saw a golden apple tied to Mr. McCall's belt, and then he understood what he was doing.
Our Master Yuan bowed slightly and said, "Prince Paris, this is an ancient hero of our Seres, one of the Generals of Five Tigers, Yong Dragon Zhao."
Mr. John D. McCall deliberately made an exaggerated expression and said, "Wow, Neo, you even know about the Trojan War... Sometimes, it's really hard for me to imagine that you are Chinese!"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Yan's face suddenly tightened, but she sighed in her heart.
America in 1920... If we trace back, the discrimination against Chinese people in the Western world has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people since the cannon shot at the mouth of the Pearl River in 1840 broke the mask of the Celestial Empire. It's just that the white people, black people, black-white people, white-yellow people, black-yellow people, black-white-yellow people, and yellow-skinned white-hearted people did not do it so obviously a hundred years later.
To be honest, it is really difficult for a "new Chinese" like him to ignore the various intentional or unintentional discriminations surrounding him all the time. However, Yuan Yanshu also realized that if he really couldn't get over this hurdle, he would not deal with the white ghosts and would just retreat to Chinatown like the Six-Fingered Demon and the others.
Our Master Yuan himself did not realize that a seed had already been planted in his subconscious mind on October 1, 1920. And the various experiences that Yuan Yanshu, as a Chinese in America in this time and space, had experienced were the nutrients that fueled the desperate growth of this seed.
Because of this reason, although he always felt intentional or unintentional discrimination when dealing with these foreigners, he forced himself to ignore that psychological discomfort.
Moreover, the two American young people with some left-wing tendencies did not think that what they said offended Yuan Yanshu at all, and even thought it was a compliment.
Our Master Yuan had no choice but to take a deep breath and forcefully change the subject: "By the way, Your Highness...where is your Helen?"
The short guy... well, the shepherd stood on tiptoe and looked around. After a long while, he said, "She probably went to the bar."
Hearing the word "bar", Yuan Yan, who had been drinking Wujiapi for many days, swallowed and said, "I'm a little thirsty, where are the 'drinks'?"
Holmes and Prince Paris looked at each other, then laughed and said, "Don't worry, Neo. Today's 'drinks' are available freely, but... the real 'drinks' need to be obtained by you from behind the bar."
Yuan Yanshu knew what they meant, so she waved her hand and said, "Okay, I'll go have a drink first, and we'll talk later..."
“Please give me a vodka martini, shaken, not stirred.”
Vodka Martini, shaken, not stirred . This, of course, was a famous line from a certain famous British gentleman spy.
"Wow, it's really good taste, especially for Chinese people. Barman, give me a glass of the same one."
Our Master Yuan did not take a deep breath this time. He turned his head and saw a man wearing Peplos., a black-haired woman with a laurel wreath on her head and a small harp in her hand stood beside him with a smile.
He said casually: "Madam, as a Greek, you should order a glass of 'Aphrodite'?"
The black-haired woman responded quickly, and immediately said, "Oh, then sir, as a Chinese, shouldn't you drink 'Long Island Iced Tea'?? "
