Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 85: A Gamble
This chapter's subtitle: Master Yuan, who is full of flaws
In order to get away, our Master Yuan had to suppress his unhappiness, stood up, and helped her up by holding her shoulders.
He grinned, revealing his six snow-white front teeth, and said cheerfully: "Luo...can I call you An?"
"Of course."
What's the matter with this little girl shaking all the time? Malaria is not a problem in Xinxiang at this latitude.
He frowned secretly in his heart, but said with a bright face: "Ann, at that time when I thought that a woman like you, who is as beautiful as a honeysuckle flower, could make such a great contribution to our anarchist cause, and now you might fall into the hands of the minions of American imperialism, I didn't even consider my own safety. As for your misunderstanding, it is a necessary precaution, and I don't blame you at all. You don't have any ideological burden..."
Honeysuckle is the same as honeysuckle. Master Yuan, who has been suffering from a sore throat recently, missed it very much, so he just mentioned it casually.
He took the girl's hand and continued, "On the contrary, you are so young and have already started such a dangerous job. You must pay attention to your own safety. We Seres have a poem that says, 'If we keep the green forests in spring, we will have warm fires in winter. If we keep your brilliant youth, we will have the success of our revolution.'"
Miss Honeysuckle could not bear such warm, timeless, profound and wise verses as "As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood" and "It is better to live a miserable life than to die". Her eyes immediately became wet.
It's pitiful to say that Enuka Rochelle, who was raised by her mother alone, never knew what fatherly love was. Her wandering life also prevented her from meeting any big brother-type men. Instead, she met many stinky men who had ill intentions towards her mother and herself, as well as anarchists who were more or less abnormal in their brains.
I don't discriminate against left-wing anarchists, but these radicals who regard human life as nothing either have a deep hatred for all ruling classes or a great love for the oppressed people all over the world. How can these two types of people be normal?
Therefore, once class contradictions ease or class contradictions give way to national contradictions, anarcho-radicalism will not be so popular, and only anarcho-syndicalism can still jump around. This is exactly what was happening in the United States in 1920.
She had never seen a guy like Yuan Yanshu who was both a senior intellectual and an "anarchist". Well, there weren't many senior intellectuals who were as good at fooling people as Master Yuan.
She suddenly experienced a strange feeling, the kind of feeling she usually only had when she had those strange dreams. Miss Enyuka's pretty face suddenly became very strange.
Yuan Yan, an experienced person, was also stunned. I just modified two lines of our Seres' warm, timeless, profound and wise poems. Why does this girl look like she has done that?
Just when our Master Yuan was wondering, Miss Enyuka couldn't stand it anymore. She broke free from the man's hand, turned around and rushed to the kitchen, bumping into several chairs along the way. But when she reached the kitchen door, she seemed to remember something and turned around and rushed to the door again.
She had forgotten that the door was locked. She pulled it several times before she remembered. She hurriedly took out the key, tremblingly opened the door, and ran out.
Yuan Yan watched her back and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride...
"Comrade Yuan, you are really...hahahaha...so funny!"
Seeing her daughter in such an embarrassed state, Sister Vivian was not angry at all. Instead, she laughed so hard that she even couldn't hold the gun in her hand steadily.
Our Master Yuan was moved when he saw her look and was about to use the "Dragon Claw Hand"... but after thinking about it, he gave up.
The blonde beauty laughed for a long time, then suddenly sighed and said with some sadness: "An is such a pitiful child. Comrade Yuan, if you have the chance, you must take good care of her."
"There is a chance, of course there is a chance." Yuan Yan quickly nodded and said, "Then can you please put down the gun? If it goes off accidentally, there will be no chance at all."
"That won't do!" Sister Wei An turned serious again and said, "I won't put down my gun until you prove your identity."
Our Master Yuan sneered and said, "My identity? Doesn't the fact that I saved your daughter prove that I am your comrade?"
"No!" The blonde beauty shook her head and said, "We have investigated you. You are a college student at NYU, a big shot in a Chinese gang, a guest of the Baker family, and a frequent visitor to certain entertainment venues. So Comrade Yuan, do you think people with these identities are our comrades?"
Yuan Yan suddenly felt a chill in her heart when she heard this, and blurted out, "Are you watching me?"
He was also regretful. He thought, "Oh, I don't have much experience in revolutionary struggles. I was forced by the Master Ball to save Miss Rochelle, which naturally attracted the attention of that organization. It was only natural that they would monitor me. If they didn't care about me, how could this organization make such a big news as the Wall Street explosion?
And I didn't even think of this... No, I couldn't have thought of this. The mother and daughter didn't run away quickly but stayed at the scene of the crime.
There must be something hidden behind this!
Sister Wei An smiled slightly and did not answer the question, but continued to ask: "And Comrade Yuan, don't you think the whole thing is weird? How did you know that the NYPD wanted to arrest An?"
"Well, even if you have an insider in the NYPD who gave you advance information, how did you know where Ann would be? And you even knew her name."
"Comrade Yuan, if you were in our shoes, would you suspect that he was playing the long game? Would you investigate such a mysterious person?"
Our Master Yuan was speechless when asked this question and had no idea how to answer.
I didn't expect that I had so many flaws. Fortunately, this was not an investigation led by a government force with huge resources, but such a terrorist organization could already find many things wrong with me.
I have been too careless. I must be more careful next time... So should I rely on my second identity and take a gamble?
He took a deep breath, a look of fatigue and annoyance appeared on his face, and he said in a very impolite tone: "I saved your daughter and helped your organization. I didn't ask for anything in return, right?"
"And you've been following me for so many days. Do you still think I'm a federal agent or a private investigator?"
"If you really think so, then just kill me! Of course, if you are not afraid of attracting the attention of the NYPD."
Our Master Yuan dared to say this because he was a student at NYU, and now he was also a good friend of the Baker family. He was not the kind of homeless person who would disappear and no one would care about him. And he did not come here secretly. Anyone who was interested could find out that he came to this store this morning with a simple investigation.
As he spoke, Yuan Yan suddenly picked up the briefcase, without even looking at the blonde beauty, and walked towards the door.
