Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 56 Opening Gong
This chapter's subtitle: The foreplay is over (you know, not that kind of foreplay.)
"I don't care about the remuneration, as long as you agree to one condition..."
After all, she was a young girl in 1920. Under Yuan Yan's gaze, Miss Brown took a half step back and stammered, " What, what conditions? Let me make it clear first, I will not go home with you."
Our Master Yuan shrugged and said, "I don't want to start the Trojan War. I just want you to..."
At this time, the band just started a new song. Our Master Yuan suddenly bowed very gentlemanly, raised his hand and said: "Then my editor, Shall we?"
Helen from Manhattan's beautiful eyes opened wide instantly, revealing a very happy and appreciative expression. She pulled the Chinese man's hand and said happily, "Sure!"
"Mr. Yuan..."
"You can call me Neo."
"Okay, you can call me Helen too."
"By the way, Helen. How did you get to know my novel? Aren't you still a student at the College of Arts and Sciences?"
"Well, I was interning at New York University Press and came across your novel by chance. In fact, all the editors who read it liked it very much, but that old stubborn guy... Neo, I want to ask how you wrote such a novel? Have you been to France?"
"As for France, I've never been there. As for novels, I just write whatever comes to mind."
"But what you wrote is as if it were real... and there are so many recipes. Do you Chinese also like to eat chocolate?"
“I don’t know about other Chinese people, but I, a Chinese, love chocolate very much!”
"Oh, then how do you know so many chocolate recipes?"
"Read books. We Seres have an old saying that books are the ladder of human progress and the stairs to the boudoir of a beautiful lady."
"Hahaha, do you Chinese really have such an old saying...Okay, stop interrupting me. I want to ask who are you playing?"
"Well, this is the ancient hero of our Seris people, Yong Long Zhao, one of the Generals of Five Tigers."
"Ha, do all the ancient heroes of you Seris dress like this?"
"Of course... not. This is the costume we use in our 'Chinese opera'."
"Chinese opera? What is that?"
"That is..."
Our Master Yuan was about to continue to serve as an ambassador of cultural exchange between China and the United States, but unfortunately the song ended and he had to stop. At this time, Sherlock Holmes and Prince Paris walked towards them.
Mr. McCall looked at the couple holding hands and laughing in surprise. He rushed over with the stick in his hand tightly clenched, and asked stutteringly: "How, how, how did you know each other?"
Yuan Yan suddenly smelled something sour when he saw his reaction. He didn't want to cause trouble in this situation, so he let go of Miss Helen Brown's hand without leaving a trace, and said with a smile: "John, you have brought the golden apple, so I must have found Helen of Sparta."
"Hmph..." But he didn't expect that Miss Brown beside him was quite angry. She snorted coldly and said, "Mr. McCall, I'm just your female companion. It's none of your business to decide who I meet, right?"
As expected of Prince Paris who presented the golden apple to the goddess of love Aphrodite, this romantic man softened his tone immediately when he saw the girl he loved spoke in a bad tone, "But, but, but your father, he asked me to take good care of you."
Yuan Yan suddenly looked at the two people's posture and thought to herself, could it be that there were blind dates and pressure to get married in America in 1920?
It would have been fine if she hadn't mentioned her father. After she started talking about him, Miss Brown's expression became even uglier as she said, "That old stubborn man! If it weren't for... I wouldn't even want to intern at his publishing house."
It turns out that she is the daughter of the president of New York University Press.
Mr. McCall was a little frightened, and he said hesitantly, "Helen, you, you. How could you say that about Mr. Brown? He, he, he really asked me to take good care of you before he left."
Helen from Manhattan stamped her feet and said, "I'm not a little girl. Do I need your care?!"
She rolled her eyes, and suddenly grabbed Yuan Yanshu's arm, and said sweetly, "It's so nice, take me to the bar for a drink."
Master Yuan, who was shot innocently, cursed in his heart, damn it, is it the instinct of girls from ancient times to the present, including those from other worlds, to find a scapegoat at a time like this?
He was not a novice, so he would not easily drink such a drug. Yuan Yan coughed, turned his head and said to Holmes seriously: "Louis, didn't you say you would introduce me to your grandfather? I have admired this Wall Street legend for a long time."
Fortunately, the Sherlock Holmes present had a much higher EQ than the original one."Immediately he said: "Yes, yes, Grandfather is free, so I came to see you. Come with me."
Yuan Yan, who was always kind and gentle to women, suddenly lost all sense of courtesy and pried open Miss Brown's hands. She apologized to the couple, "Miss Brown, Mr. McCall. Sorry, we have to leave for a moment."
"Hmph!" Seeing that her evil plan had failed, Helen from Manhattan turned away with a stern face.
"Helen..." Paris from Manhattan gave a helpless smile to her two classmates and followed closely.
Zhao Zilong and Sherlock Holmes could only smile at each other.
"Neo, do you really want to meet my grandfather?"
"Why not? A Wall Street legend like my grandfather, of course an economics student like me would like to meet him."
Yuan Yanshu's "Wall Street legend" is not a lie, but a true statement from the heart. George Fisher Baker's life can really be called a legend. He was born in 1840 and left home at the age of 14 to make a living. At that time, he was a small clerk who only earned two dollars a week, but he became a bank clerk through self-study. At the age of 23, he joined the First National Bank of New York. At first, he was just a cashier and a small shareholder. Four years later, he became the president of the bank.
During the Civil War, Mr. Baker used all the bank's funds to purchase a large number of federal war bonds. Not only did he make a fortune, he also gained the appreciation of J.P. Morgan and became his closest and most important partner in his later years.
"Well, come with me."
The two of them walked through the crowd, turned into a hidden passage, and came to a side hall. It was much quieter inside than outside, and the guests present were much older and, of course, much more reserved.
Louis Baker brought Yuan Yan to the corner of the side hall, where an elderly gentleman with a hexagonal bronze star on his chest and two revolvers on his waist sat.
The old sheriff was a stout man with a square head, short neck and a mustache. He smoked a cigar and listened to the gossip in the hall with a calm expression.
"Bang!!!"
As soon as our Master Yuan saw this Wall Street legend, he heard a huge gong in his ears!
Even God knows that the real fun of this Halloween costume party is finally about to begin...
