Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 93 Election Day
Subtitle of this chapter: There were so many bad things in 1920!
"Host, why are you so depressed? Don't the protagonists of plagiarism novels have several martial arts masters as followers? They can take care of your life and protect your safety. It's a very good setting."
"If you kill your master, you will kill your mother!"
"They are loyal servants and bodyguards who have been brainwashed by feudal ideas, and I am a BOOM expert and terrorist who has been brainwashed by anarchism. How can we be the same? By the way, Master Ball, when did you start to care about my emotions? Don't act like one of those cute and obedient systems. I don't buy it!"
"Host, this system just wants to remind you that you are on the wrong road."
"Where did we go wrong? Isn't the post office right in front of us... Damn it!"
Our Master Yuan recently spent some time studying the manual of the "Can you become a master if you travel back to the Republic of China? Go for it" system. He lost a lot of brain cells and finally understood what the S value, which is vital to life and death for the host of this broken system, is.
The S value is the digital embodiment of historical trunk changes.
However, history itself has a corrective effect, and most of the changes have naturally subsided, and even pushed history forward in its original direction. As long as our Master Yuan does not go crazy and commit suicide, the S value that has been generated will disappear by itself as time goes by.
So in fact the S value is in a dynamic balance.
"Master Ball, how do I eliminate a large amount of S value?"
"Host, this is very difficult... very difficult. The rewards from the system tasks can eliminate a small part of it, but the rest depends on you."
"Master Ball, tell me."
"Host, this depends on your luck and ability. It depends on whether you can trigger or create an event that makes history more interesting."
"Master Ball, define 'interesting'."
"Host, the fun is... Yinchuising!"
Yuan Yan, who was almost vomiting blood due to the Chinese-English translation, staggered, looked at the post office, touched her briefcase, turned around and walked towards NYU.
It's not that I don't want to earn B-coins from the old man Xiao Huzi, the problem is that he can't earn them now. Forget it, there will be a chance in the future.
This was not a top priority for him, the top priority right now was the group of anarchist terrorists. How could he get rid of them?
The best way is to buy the earliest boat ticket immediately, hide in Chinatown for a few days, and find Hongqi Laowuzi to arrange a few good people to protect him and send him to the boat when the time comes. He doesn't believe that those guys can go back to Seris with him.
However...hasn't he yet obtained his Ph.D. and completed the damn system mission?
After all, his most pressing problem right now is... money!
The Ph.D. tuition fee is 800 USD, and Lindenwan was promised 800 USD, which adds up to exactly 1,600 USD that he had to ask for from his family. Should he send a telegram to his family?
Our Master Yuan was thinking and arrived near NYU. He saw someone handing out flyers on the street. It was someone he knew, a junior from Stern College who was two or three years younger than him. What was his name?
"Mike, why are you handing out flyers here? Don't you have to go to class today? And...you're working part-time to earn this little money?"
Is this the extent of my work-study program in America? No, it's not right. How much money can you make by handing out flyers on the streets these days? Those vampire kids in Stern College don't even look at it.
Mike, who had freckles all over his face, also recognized him and said casually, "Ah, it's Neo. I'm not working, I'm in class. Look... Professor Klein is handing out flyers over there?"
Yuan Yan looked closely and found that it was just as the guy said. The Jewish professor she knew was also there handing out flyers to passers-by, and there were several Stern students nearby doing the same thing.
Klein means "small" in Hungarian and is one of the four major surnames of Hungarian Jews. In fact, the Hungarian government stipulates that Jews can only have the following four surnames: "small", "big" (GROSS), "black" (SCHWARTZ) and "white" (WEISS).
Master Yuan, who was very curious, asked, "Mike, what kind of flyers are you handing out?"
Unexpectedly, the other party replied directly: "It has nothing to do with you!"
Hmm, how does this guy talk?
"I'm sorry, don't get me wrong." Mike also realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly apologized and stuffed a flyer into the Chinese man's hand, "Neo. This really has nothing to do with you, a Chinese man."
Is this guy quite racist?
Chinese man Yuan Yan suddenly suppressed his anger and picked up the flyer to take a look... Hey, it really has nothing to do with him. Because it is a campaign advertisement.
There is a saying in the world: the year of leaps and bounds is the month of Scorpio. The donkey and the elephant fight, the presidential election.
Now is the month of Scorpio, and it is the time for the American presidential election held every four years. The date of the 1920 presidential election is today, November 2..
But as Mike said, this matter really has nothing to do with him as a non-American citizen.
To be honest, our Master Yuan really doesn't care about this at all. Not to mention that he can't vote, even if he can vote, so what? His one vote can't change history. Well, in fact, Americans themselves don't care much. It's not that they are indifferent to politics. Americans these days are still quite keen on this.
Is it because the situation of this election is completely different from the one after 1996, and there is no suspense at all?
However, even if he didn't care at all, the newspapers he read in the past few days, the casual chats among classmates, and of course his little knowledge of history, gave him some understanding of the "situation" of this election.
He looked at the flyer in his hand and found that it was an advertisement supporting the Democratic candidate, Ohio Governor James Cox, and his running mate, the young and promising Deputy Secretary of the Navy and future savior of the free world, FDR. He couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Yuan Yan suddenly waved the flyer in her hand and said with a smile: "Mike, what's the use of this thing now?"
