Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 91 Aid Fund
Subtitle of this chapter: HUYOU accomplished!
"So what are you going to do..."
Yuan Yan suddenly picked up the coffee cup and smiled without saying anything. He thought, I'm just trying to scare you, I'm not going to do anything.
Seeing this, Lindenwan tactfully withdrew his question. He knew that in this kind of situation, he only needed to reveal an idea, but there was no way he could reveal his detailed plan.
Although it was just a concept, Lindenwan, as a professional revolutionary, immediately realized that this concept was very practical.
First hijack the airship, then fly to the destination, and then BOOM... Mission Accomplished!
He couldn't help but blurt out in praise: "This is really a genius idea... huh?"
Wait, there seems to be a problem with this genius idea.
Lin Dengwan turned around and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Comrade Yuan, how do the comrades on the airship evacuate?"
"Evacuate?" Yuan Yanshu also answered with a puzzled look on his face: "Evacuate for what?"
"If we don't evacuate, won't our comrades be destroyed along with us?"
"Oh, you're talking about this ."
Our Master Yuan first looked at Lindenwan with disdain. Then he straightened his face, showed a very solemn expression, and said in a low voice: "People will always die, but the meaning of death is different. In ancient times, there was a writer in Seris named Qian Sima who said: Everyone has to die, and some are more important than..."
“Pika Pika!”
"Master Ball, do you think this is interesting?"
"Host, if you commit suicide now, you will really die!"
He had to pause, think for a moment and then continue: "It can be heavier than a Rocky Mountain or lighter than a feather. To die for a just cause is heavier than a Rocky Mountain; to live a life of idleness and wait for death is lighter than a feather."
"How can you be an investigator of our SCP Foundation if you are afraid of death?!"
"So..." Yuan Yan waved her hand and said nonchalantly, "Our comrades don't need an evacuation plan!"
Even though Lindenwan was a staunch governmentist fighter, he couldn't help but gasp when he heard this, thinking to himself that this SCP Foundation was just a bunch of lunatics!
To be honest, anarchism is far inferior to the two Abrahamic religions. They are not willing to die without the afterlife. So even if they came up with this idea, there are no volunteers to implement it.
"Haha." His momentum weakened a bit when he met such a fearless madman , so he could only laugh dryly and said, "For such an important plan, I still need to consult my superiors."
Sure enough , the Wall Street explosion is not that simple, and there is indeed a mastermind behind this group of people.
This time it was Yuan Yan's turn to show a hint of disdain. He nodded reluctantly and said, "Comrade Linden, I don't need to remind you of the importance of confidentiality, do I?"
Linden Wan, who was completely unaware that the momentum between the two had been reversed, nodded seriously and said, "Yes, I know that."
Master Yuan looked at his watch and said, "Well, it's almost nine o'clock. Comrade Linden, we are all men doing big things, and time is precious!"
The anarchist fighter hesitated for a moment and said, "Comrade Yuan, it's not impossible to let you go. But if you, the SCP Foundation, want to cooperate with us, shouldn't you show some sincerity?"
"Sincerity?!" Our Master Yuan sneered and said, "What sincerity?"
Lindenwan lowered his posture again and said sincerely: "Since your SCP Foundation is committed to helping the just cause of the world, can you give us some help..."
Yuan Yan suddenly snorted and said, "Comrade Linden, what kind of help do you want?"
"Well..." The anarchist fighter said a little embarrassedly: "The financial help. Buying this store has used up all our working capital, so..."
Our Master Yuan smiled and said in a long tone: "Oh... isn't it just money? This is a small case for us in the SCP Foundation."
"Tell me, how much do you want?"
Lindenwan rubbed his hands, hesitated for a moment and said, "Two thousand dollars..."
"Tsk!" Yuan Yan suddenly picked up the cup, looked up at the other person, snorted, and took a sip of coffee without saying a word.
The anarchist fighter said awkwardly, "Then one thousand dollars."
Our Master Yuan put down the cup in his hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth and said: "I can only give you 800!"
"Okay, eight hundred is eight hundred."
Yuan Yanshu and Lin Dengwan held hands together, looked at each other with smiles on their faces, and thought in their hearts at the same time, this is a madman/fool.
"Comrade Yuan, this money..."
"Don't worry, I will definitely give it to you. But our SCP Foundation is a formal organization with very strict financial discipline. We have to go through the procedures."
"How long will that take?"
"Next year... this year... okay, at the end of this month."
"Thank you very much. Let me see you off."
The two walked from the back kitchen into the front store. Zhuang Kunlun was still reading the "cooking manual". When our Master Yuan saw this scene, he regretted it. If he had known that he could get rid of it with money, why would he throw it away?
It’s also my fault that I have never experienced a situation like that before. My mental state is too poor and I was a little confused for a moment.
Now, my S value has reached the critical value. If I want to die, I will die!
I don't know why Miss Enyuka came back. She was wiping the table absentmindedly with a rag. When she saw our Master Yuan, her face turned red. She pretended not to see him and turned around to continue wiping the clean table.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Zhuang Kunlun reluctantly put down the book and walked over to say goodbye, "Brother Hongjian, this book is really great."
Yuan Yanshu had no choice but to perfunctorily say, "Yes, yes, brother Kunlun, as long as you like it. I'll take my leave now, brother."
"Well, I'll see you another day."
"Okay, okay, I'll see you there."
I'm going to see you, you big head ghost, I'm going to be like a tiger out of the yoke, a poor rat out of the cage... Bah! Anyway, I will definitely move as soon as possible.
At this time, Linden Wan winked at Sister Wei An, who nodded slightly, then walked forward with a sweet smile on her face and said, "Mr. Yuan, I have something to discuss with you."
"Ah, what's the matter?" Don't cause any more trouble.
The blonde beauty said softly, "Comrade Yuan, since you are now a gentleman, don't you feel that you are missing a servant?"
Servant?
Oh, now that she said that, I am indeed a Master!
