Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 6: New Era
Subtitle of this chapter: If you are told not to copy, you cannot copy, even if there is a serial number!
"jingle !"
Hearing the doorbell, the coffee shop owner who was reading a newspaper raised his head and said naturally: "Good morning, Mr. Yuan. Is it the same as usual today? By the way, have you read the news? This is really..."
"Well. This is really unfortunate." Yuan Yan suddenly took off his hat and hung it on the coat rack at the door. After casually responding with a few words, he sat down in his old seat in front of the window, spread out the newspaper and began to read.
"The blue sky suddenly darkened, and a terrible flash of lightning suddenly appeared. The busiest corner of the American financial center was instantly turned into a ruin. Hundreds of people were seriously injured and dying. The people present were so scared that their faces turned pale, and they felt an inexplicable fear in their hearts..."
"Looking down at Wall Street from above, I saw a yellow-green mushroom cloud slowly rising between the U.S. Treasury branch and Morgan & Co., rising to a height of 100 feet, and the air was filled with choking smoke and dust..."
"According to our latest news, 39 respected New Yorkers have been confirmed dead in this despicable murder. The number of injured has not yet been fully counted, but it is at least over 300. According to relevant sources, the bombing caused a loss of $2 million... As of the time of publication, no one has claimed responsibility for the attack."
"News from the New York Stock Exchange: Despite threats of violence, the stock market will open as usual today..."
"The city government said that the NYPD will do its utmost to protect the safety of citizens. There will be no curfew or mandatory leave, and New Yorkers are called on to provide clues to the police...."
Did such an explosion really happen on Wall Street in 1920? !
Yuan Yan, full of doubts, put down the newspaper and picked up a piece of toast and stuffed it into his mouth. At this time, the coffee shop owner played a record. He listened for a while and found that it was the second national anthem of the United States of America..
Oh, say can you see?
(Oh, can you see?)
By the dawn's early light,
(Through a ray of light,)
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
(What are we cheering for?)
Yuan Yan frowned and turned to look at the street. The images he had seen in the movies before appeared in his eyes in an extremely real way...
And out of his sight on Wall Street, thousands of people sang "The Star-Spangled Banner" in unison as the melodious music played by the flute.
Oh, say does that star spangled banner yet wave.
(Look, isn’t the American flag still flying high?)
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
(In the land of the free, home of the brave?)
They believed that this attack was nothing more than a futile resistance by anarchists. They also believed that factories would be busy every day, farms would have abundant harvests every year, the stock market would soar, America would prosper forever, and the people of this land would be welcomed by the Messiah to heaven to enjoy true eternal life after living a happy and pious life. Because this is their promised land, because this is their city on the hill, because this is their chosen country.
The loud noise on Wall Street on September 16, 1920 was like the sound of a gong announcing the start of a good show, officially marking the beginning of the "Roaring Twenties" in the United States, and our Master Yuan would also make his debut in New York, the heart of the capitalist world...
“Cough cough cough…”
"Brother Hongjian, you should smoke less."
Xu Zhimo looked at his savior lying on the sofa with his arms and legs spread out, puffing out smoke like a steam locomotive, and felt extremely guilty.
Senior Yuan had ended up like this in order to save me. After we met this afternoon, he didn't even bother to talk. He just babbled a few words to me and smoked alone. It seems that his brain is really broken.
He thought about it, picked up his clothes and walked out. About an hour later, he came in again with a foreign doctor, but this time it was not the one who didn't speak English well last time. It seemed that Xu Zhimo also felt that the doctor's English... well, his medical skills were not very good.
The new foreign doctor looked up and down, knocked , looked left and right, and listened carefully. After checking Yuan Yanshu's whole body, he said to Xu Zhimo in confusion: "This gentleman is fine. He may have been frightened too much. Let me prescribe a dose of tranquilizer for him. He will drink it and have a good sleep."
As he said this, he opened the leather medicine box with silver decorations that he carried with him, took out some bottles and jars and began to prepare medicine.
Xu Zhimo said in a gentle voice: "Brother Hongjian, come and take the medicine."
Ge You slumped down in front of Yuan Yan and waved his hand impatiently, "I don't want to drink this bitter thing."
Xu Zhimo said to the doctor: "Come back."
Then he whispered to Yuan Yanshu: "If you drink it, you will be completely healed."
As he said this, he took the measuring cup from the doctor and prepared to hand it to Yuan Yanshu personally.
And his senior classmate Yuan pointed to the table next to him helplessly and said: "Okay, put it here first."
Xu Zhimo insisted stubbornly: "No. You'd better drink it now."
Yuan Yan suddenly said angrily: "Qi Sen, take it away..."
At this moment, the Master Ball system, which was invisible to the other two people except him, suddenly began to flash red and green lights, and issued a piercing alarm: "Beep, beep. The host has plagiarized information that is not within his authority. The number has exceeded 20. Please stop immediately!"
"Beep, beep, beep. Host, stop plagiarizing immediately, otherwise you will be wiped out!"
Yuan Yan, who felt innocent, suddenly opened her eyes wide and asked angrily in her heart: "Master Ball, please explain clearly, what did I copy and I have to stop immediately or be directly wiped out? ah ah ah???!!!"
""thunderstorm"."
"Thunder, thunder, thunderstorm... It's the Thunderstorm... Oh, Master Ball, what's the serial number?"
"The number is... This system is not responsible for leading the way and spreading seeds, please respect yourself, host!"
No wonder I spoke so fluently just now, it turned out that I was playing the role of Mrs. Zhou Fanyi, the heroine of Thunderstorm...
In the end, Yuan Yan, who didn't find the number and was worried about being wiped out, drank all the medicine in a daze.
