Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 82 Black and Red
This chapter's subtitle: Anarchist Female Warrior X2
Yuan Yanshu not only didn't get a penny but also had to pay five dollars. He originally didn't want to borrow so much, but this young lady said she wanted to go shopping, have a cup of coffee, get her hair done or something, and the less money would not be enough.
It is true that: the American empire is full of wine and meat, while many people in the Republic of China are starving to death.
This master of neoclassical liberalism, who had forgotten his proletarian consciousness for more than a month, immediately awakened and could not help wanting to educate Miss Helen Brown and tell her what kind of life the people in the third world of Asia, Africa and Latin America are living today.
But he thought, a hundred years from now, I will take away my petite bourgeois girlfriend, so there is nothing I can do. So, what is the difference between Perrier and salt soda? Well, the former is just a little more high-end and the bottle is more beautiful, but the price is more than ten times more expensive than the latter.!
Now that I have met a real lady from the bourgeoisie, it will be even more difficult for me to handle it.
He happily took a copy of Abraham Lincoln and sent Miss Helen Brown away, and secretly made up his mind that he could not be so lazy anymore and must find a new publishing channel.
Then he fell asleep.
When our Master Yuan woke up, it was already the next day, the morning of November 2nd.
After he opened his eyes, he got into a heated argument with the Master Ball system...
"Master Ball, print out the German version of Currency War for me. Oh, and please don't use my handwriting this time."
"Host, are you sure you want to do this? This system reminds the host that your current behavior will greatly increase your S value. So is this really okay?"
"Master Ball, you know the saying that you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb. Anyway, I can receive B-coins anonymously. According to your crappy formula, the B-coins he provided must be extraordinary!"
"And I just checked that he had already said in August this year that the slogan 'Workers of the world unite!' is no longer applicable. The battle cry should be 'Anti-Semites of the world unite! The people of Europe demand liberation!'"
"Master Ball, think about it. If he saw "Currency War", it would stink... Yeah, they are so telepathic."
"Host, this system still wants to remind you that this kind of behavior that is close to suicide is playing with fire. Once an accident occurs, your S value will exceed the threshold. This time it will not be as simple as 'Pika Pika'!"
"Master Ball, I'm not from Xiamen University... I'm from Yima University, and I'm from a 985 university. Okay, stop talking nonsense and exchange it quickly. I'll send it out today!"
"Host, you should think it over carefully."
"Master Ball, I have thought it through clearly. Fortune and wealth are to be sought through risk..."
Because he was communicating with the invisible Master Ball, he didn't notice anything strange on the streets today. There were more people holding the Stars and Stripes, more people with the Democratic and Communist Party logos on their chests, and more people handing out flyers on the roadside...
However, when these people handing out leaflets saw Yuan Yanshu's yellow face, they ignored him.
Our Master Yuan unknowingly walked to "Red and Black" and didn't even notice the "closed" sign hanging at the door. He just pushed the door and walked in...
"jingle!"
"Hello, sir. Sorry, we are not open yet."
"Um?"
The one who greeted him was naturally not the old intellectual from Sorel, but an older sister who still had much more charm.
The older sister, who looked to be about 30 years old, was wearing a headscarf and bib, holding a broom in her hand, and seemed to be cleaning . But even with this attire, you could tell that she was a beautiful lady with pretty features... well, a little familiar.
Yuan Yan suddenly remembered that the coffee shop had a new owner and was not open yet.
"Sorry, I'll come back another day."
He apologized and was about to turn around and leave when he heard the woman say in soft, Gallic English: "Ah... Are you Mr. Yuan? I heard you're a regular customer here, so please take a seat!"
"Fried eggs, bacon, French toast, and coffee, right? Coming right up!"
As she spoke, she put down the broom in her hand, lifted the bib on her head and shook her head... Just like the slow motion of a shampoo commercial, her long golden hair swung into Yuan Yan's eyes!
Our Master Yuan was immediately dazzled by the sight of this lady with long golden hair that reached her waist. When it was spread out, it looked like a gorgeous shawl. The gorgeous long hair not only made this woman in a simple dress look like a noble lady, but also reflected the morning light, making the old-fashioned store suddenly sparkle. Of course, it also made our Master Yuan feel happy.
So Yuan Yanshu sat down in her old seat obediently, drooling, and stared at the big sister with a pair of thief eyes, locking the door and lowering the curtains. Finally, she took off the apron she was wearing in front of the only customer, finally revealing her graceful figure...
Hey, why is it closed for dinner? Is this a coffee shop or some other place?
"An, Mr. Yuan is here!"
Following the greeting of the blonde sister, a young lady came out from the kitchen. She looked somewhat like her, but had lighter hair and was much younger, but her figure was not as good.
Ah, so there's another one? I'm just here for breakfast, I'm not prepared at all, and I don't know if I have enough money, so why not...
Leaving now!
Yuan Yan, who finally recognized the other person, stood up suddenly, picked up her briefcase and hurried to the door: "Oh, I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do. Sorry, I won't have breakfast..."
"Mr. Yuan, please sit down."
"I really don't have time...Okay, I'll sit down."
Our Master Yuan looked at the small pistol in the blonde sister's hand, swallowed his saliva, and sat back obediently.
"That's good." The elder sister smiled sweetly and turned to her old acquaintance Anouk Rocher and said, "Ann, serve Mr. Yuan a cup of coffee."
Miss Rochelle, whose hair was now light blonde, frowned and said, "Vianne, the coffee is not ready yet."
"That's great..." Upon hearing that, Yuan Yan suddenly stood up and said, "Well, what a pity! I'll come back for coffee next time..."
"Mr. Yuan, please be good."
"Okay, I'll be good..."
