Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 267: A Real Man
Subtitle of this chapter: Do you think I am wearing Lin Bei’s legs?
"It's boring, let's sing another one," Miss Helen Brown urged.
Our Master Yuan had indeed prepared a few pieces that would please the literary young ladies, but since the main character was not here today, he was a little uninterested.
He waved his hand and said, "I was too busy recently so I wrote this one. I really don't have any other works. By the way, how is your book Titanic going? Why don't you go up and recite it to us?"
"Me? That's not good..." Miss Brown said this, but she stood up immediately, picked up the manuscript and walked to the center of the living room. "Then I will show my ugliness."
For a young writer like her, this opportunity is something she has been longing for.
Yuan Yanshu naturally had no interest in listening to novels that were full of sophistry, such as "A Jack Sue came from the east, and a Mary Sue came from the west." He walked to Huang Huilan and whispered, "Mrs. Gu, can I have a private chat with you?"
Mrs. Gu took a breath, nodded and said, "Of course."
After that, the two of them came to the study and sat down. At first, of course, they chatted about some small things, such as the weather in London, hahaha, and the cityscape in New York, hehe.
Finally, our Master Yuan got straight to the point. He asked with concern, "Madam Gu, how is Miss Wei doing? Has she seen a doctor?"
Mrs. Gu laughed dryly and said, "Mr. Yuan, thank you for your help. Aunt Mingzhu is not seriously ill, but..."
But the question now is how to say it?
Huang Huilan knew that she couldn't say that we sent someone to secretly investigate you, Mr. Yuan, and found that you were always fickle... well, you were a little unrestrained when it came to women, so this marriage fell through. If she said that, they would definitely not be able to become relatives, and instead she would create an enemy for no reason.
But she was also a kind-hearted woman. After recalling Master Yuan's information, she came up with an idea. She calmed down and said slowly, "She just asked me to ask you a question. "
"Mrs. Gu, what's the problem?"
"Mr. Yuan, are you a Christian?"
The ambassador's wife had already learned from the materials that this man was definitely not a Christian, so she asked this question knowingly but there must be some other reason.
If Yuan Yanshu lied and claimed that she was a believer, then no matter how handsome or talented this man was, he would be a rotten person without faith and who only spoke nonsense. This marriage would be over.
If he admitted with his own mouth that he was not a believer and had no intention of joining the church, then there would be an excuse to end the matter here, which would not hurt the harmony between the two parties and would also give everyone a way out.
If he admitted with his own mouth that he was not a believer, but was willing to join the church in order to make this marriage possible, this would show his determination to change his mind and become a new person, and then this matter might be able to continue.
Yuan Yan suddenly thought, here we go again! These days, if you don't believe in religion, you can't even be a high-ranking Chinese. Although your Nanyang Financial Group is not much worse than the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Financial Group, I'm not wearing Lin Bei's legs. I have to sell my faith in order to get a wife.
Humph, even if I want to sell out my faith, I won’t sell it so cheaply.
Without saying a word, he lit up his cigar and took a few deep puffs. He then asked with a hint of displeasure, "Mrs. Gu, does this mean that Miss Wei is a devout Christian?"
The ambassador's wife nodded and smiled apologetically, "Yes, Aunt Mingzhu went to church school since she was a child and is very devout to God, so she asked her husband to be a church member. Mr. Yuan, I know that you also went to a church university . Didn't you convert to Christianity?"
I can try the Flying Pasta tutorial, but as for the others... humph!
Master Yuan snorted in his heart again. Isn’t she just the daughter of a wealthy man from Southeast Asia? She’s a real man!
A real man will never have trouble finding a wife. A real man like me with a charm value of 19 points shouldn't be afraid of not finding a wife?
Now there is a Lin in Britain, who is only ten years younger than me. Her suitors are only slightly better than my father, but can they be more handsome or talented than me?
Seris' Nan Tang is ten years old this year, but can I wait a few years? Song Ziwen, the old bull, almost nibbled on this tender grass, but I, who is the same age as him, can't.?
The Northland of Seris... This age is just right, but I won’t consider it for now.
"Mrs. Gu, I was just about to ask this question, but I didn't expect you to tell me first."
Yuan Yan suddenly said solemnly: "I regret to tell you that I am not a Christian. And the wife I want to marry can worship Buddha, can offer sacrifices to the Three Pure Ones, can believe in Maitreya (the White Lotus Sect, a professional rebel), can worship Luozu (the Green Gang Luo Sect), but cannot believe..."
"Abrahamic religions!"
He spoke so decisively that Huang Huilan was speechless.
She stood up, held out her hand and said, "Mr. Yuan, this is such a pity."
Yuan Yan suddenly stood up and shook hands with her, saying, "Mrs. Gu, this is indeed a pity."
"Then I have to leave first."
"Then I'll take you there."
"Mr. Yuan, please stay."
"Mrs. Gu, take care."
"Neo, we're leaving too!"
Master Yuan, who had just seen Huang Huilan leave, turned around and saw Miss Brown, with a livid face, putting on her coat angrily. He glanced at Mr. McCall, who was following closely behind, and raised his eyebrows as a question.
John smiled knowingly and said, "Neo, Mr. Fitzgerald just said that Helen's novels were written for elementary school girls, so..."
Yuan Yan suddenly understood that this guy was young and energetic and naturally did not have so many concerns, but "Helen of Manhattan" must have been more angry than this sentence.
He stretched out his hand to stop Miss Brown and said, "Helen, Mr. Fitzgerald is right. Your novel is written for elementary school girls!"
"You say that too?!" Miss Brown's eyes turned red when she heard this. "Then I will never again..."
"Helen, listen to me." Master Yuan took a step forward, put his hands on his female disciple's shoulders and said, "In Seris, there is a great writer who writes books specifically for elementary school girls. Despite his disability, he has been writing books one after another, and no one except elementary school girls likes to read them. Guess what the result is?"
"How about it?"
"The result is..." Yuan Yan suddenly pointed in the direction of the living room and said, "Believe me, you will have more readers in the future than the three of you combined!"
