Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 7: The Slant-Eyed Man
Subtitle of this chapter: The awkward master on a special day
It was a Friday morning and the sun was shining brightly outside, but Yuan Yan was in a very bad mood. She just sat on the bed smoking one cigarette after another until noon when she lazily got up from the bed.
It has been half a month since he traveled through time. In the beginning, he completely lost his direction. Fortunately, with the care of my friend Xu Zhimo, he finally recovered a little bit... He had to recover, otherwise he would have to drink bitter medicine every day. If he continued like this, he would really become Yuan Fanyi.
However, Xu Zhimo was a man of sentimental character. In order to take care of his lifesaver, he even postponed his departure date to England. However, as Yuan Yanshu's "condition" improved in the past few days, she would have to leave in a few days.
After having a quick lunch at a cafe that Yuan Yanshu often visited, he searched his memory and decided to go to Chinatown in the southern part of Manhattan, because there is a Chinatown that is said to be the most similar to China. Even if you listen to Cantonese and Teochew, it is always more familiar than listening to English, right?
When Yuan Yan arrived at Chinatown, he discovered one thing: for a Jiangnan person like him, Cantonese and Teochew were not as familiar as English. And... this is the Chinatown that looks most like China?! The people on this street are really his compatriots?!
As Master Yuan turned into Chinatown, he heard a shout of "Pooh...Pooh" beside him. Before he could react, a mouthful of thick phlegm with yellow, green and blue colors landed right on his shiny leather shoes.
"Fu..."
He swallowed the curse words, looked up... but saw no one. He looked down again and saw a short and wretched Chinese man looking at him. The middle-aged man had an apologetic and flattering look on his face, but when he saw Yuan Yanshu's yellow face, the humble aura disappeared immediately. Instead, he straightened his chicken chest and deliberately revealed the tattoo on his neck that looked like a dragon or a loach. He snorted, said "bad boy", and walked away leisurely with his hands behind his back.
Our Master Yuan didn't remember it, it was the first time he encountered such a situation. He had no choice but to pick up a piece of waste newspaper, wipe off the spit while suppressing his nausea, and try to find a trash can to throw the paper away... After looking around, he threw the paper on the ground.
It's dirty enough here, so a piece of waste paper is not a big deal.
The streets are not only dirty, but also messy; not only messy, but also noisy; not only noisy, but... the people here always lack something.
Most of the people coming in and out of the laundries, grocery stores, restaurants, gambling dens, opium dens, brothels, etc. under these Chinese-style archways had yellow faces like him, but these Chinese people who had the same Chinese ancestry as him suddenly made Yuan Yan feel unfamiliar, so unfamiliar that he felt a fear from the bottom of his heart.
He stood there and watched for a while, then turned and left without saying a word.
Our Master Yuan suddenly understood those "high-level Chinese" a little bit. Maybe they, like me, experienced the advanced civilization of the West and then returned to the backward and barbaric East. The gap was so big that they couldn't face it, let alone accept it. So they unconsciously regarded foreigners as compatriots in the cultural sense, and regarded compatriots in the ethnic sense as uncivilized natives.
Perhaps only those who love that land deeply, only those who root themselves deeply among the people, and only true patriots who have the courage and determination to smash the entire old world can tap into the great power that the Chinese people possess.
Perhaps the best choice for a petty bourgeois like me, a member of the political bureau like me, a sophisticated egoist like me is to become a so-called "master"...
But you have to be able to do it yourself!
Looking at the lonely "best-selling novel" in the Master Ball system, Yuan Yan, who was about to cry but had no tears, just kept walking and walking... until she found herself at the border of Queens and Brooklyn, and these two districts were across the Hudson River from Manhattan, the real core area of New York.
From where Master Yuan is located, he can just stretch his legs to reach Baoshan District of New York from Pudong New Area of New York, and he can also overlook Huangpu District and Jing'an .
He squinted his eyes to look at the setting sun in the west, and walked towards his apartment with his hands in his trouser pockets. After a few steps, he saw an acquaintance coming in front of him. Even though he was on a remote road and there was no one around, he still raised his hand and raised his hat as a greeting, and his expression and speed did not change at all as he tried to pass by the person who came.
This is called quality, understand?
If you really downloaded that 10G compressed file and really looked at it one by one, and actually saw the photos of your female classmates, when you really met her the next day, you would have to maintain Master Yuan's calmness and polite demeanor.
"Mistoyuan, please wait a moment."
But it was the lady who stopped Yuan Yanshu. He had no choice but to stop and turn to look at the red-haired woman holding the food bag and greeted her, "Good evening, Ms. Ivanovna, what can I do for you?"
The well-dressed Ms. Ivanovna opened her purse with some difficulty and said, "Mistuoyuan, I will return the deposit to you."
"It's okay, no need." Yuan Yan suddenly thought of his current situation and didn't care about a few dollars. So he waved his hand and said, "Just come next week at your usual time."
Ms. Ivanovna said apologetically: "But... I can't come next week, and I'm afraid I won't be able to come in the future."
"Is that so..." Master Yuan was a man who could let go of things easily. He shrugged his shoulders and was about to speak when he heard someone shouting.
"What are you two doing?!"
He turned around and saw a NYPDHe rushed towards her with a baton in one hand and a hat in the other. Yuan Yan, who had traveled through time, was not so timid, but she was still shocked. You know, the NYPD is very famous in the future. It can make the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency) angry, the DHS (Department of Homeland Security) angry, and even make Crispy Noodles admit that he is a rabbit.
"Sir, you're asking us?" But he had a soul from the afterlife after all, so he wasn't afraid of the police. He immediately calmed down and said confidently, "We are friends, can't we just chat?"
"Friend?" A tall, strong NYPD with a red nose came up to them, "A Slantand a GingerFriends, are you a clown from the East who specializes in telling jokes? "
